Insignificant things or say chief issues for those who forsee it like..
The housemaid on leave and the house on fire……..
The cook ran away with lots of stories to be cooked behind….
No water to take bath seems like a deserted mind….
being late for work, stuck in traffic and if at all you get a minute to breath and think, the maximum you can think of is either you are gona’ be fired for being late or what should be cooked for dinner…….
Nothing comes easy to you, bargain for a dozen of fruits or scream at peak of your voice to buy a bus ticket from the bus conductor or say being checked and scanned at a metro station as bad as someone being deported from New york airport…wooo…..
Just with all this hush and torcher episode you actually manage to reach work or say
I managed to reach a client for a meeting….pulling out my visiting card trying to open my laptop with presentation and looking forward for a great meeting…..
”Ms. Priyanka”, said the lady at the reception desk in a lazy rotten voice jus as if she stuffed herself durin lunch and now is jus waiting to be back home and lay down to let the calories penerate deeper in her body and belong to the group of shapeless ladies who stroll in a near by garden in the evening with gossips about their housemaids thinking they are soon gona be resembling shilpa shetty and their husbands would vow on them…..’jesusss. ..spare me….neways’…She called my name to allow me in for a meeting….their sat a typical 45 year old Delhi businessman, short, stout,vicious and nasty..specs low on eyes and high on nose…..tight fitted sweater and all his energy into getting an accent….I didn’t expect anything much from him apart from an one hour long bargain and negotiation session….turn off it was…..
Just trying to unwind my dayback at home when I have lots of things waiting for me…..the hot selling topic of housemaids, sister not serious about studies which is so normal and usual for a teenager…..but…..the list on for mingle sessions with relatives who do not care for me and I do not care for them…..but must meet…the call of society you see….woo a huge word to sink in…..with all these discussions when I try to find an hour to jus surf internet, check mails ,read gossips on the internet…the electricity goes off …..wow…..jus as perfect as a strawberry icing on the cake…….time to sleep and wake up again with a heavy head………..
And I am back here now…..to Stockholm and I feel this is such a place for me…my thoughts, I can wake up to sip a hot cup of tea gazing at a dark sky with soft cotton like snow dripping down my balcony,
get ready for work….travel in an empty train with my favourite music playing in my ipod….when at work ,work with professionals, like a professional…..back home I have time to read, write, think, relax and no doorbell ringing, no phones, no heavy dozes….thats how I feel Ican survive…
and thats why I feel I belong there butt…..I don’t belong there…..another… but what belongs there is my parents, my roots, my culture, my friends..so I love India for some reasons but find it hardd to find myself or feel amongst them……anyone with me on that>?
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