Skidded, overturned and crashed....

Many people dream, fantasise about big things. I don't have huge dreams or ambitions. Not that I regret it. I believe in enjoying the journey more than collecting rewards.

One such dream which my partner and I saw was fulfilled on 27th May,08 when he got his alto. A small, bright silvery machine which was no BMW or anything but was our pride. It was our possession , the most prized one.

I remember the first weekend. Just put our stuff in the car and that long drive to Coorg. Out of all my trips around Bangalore this one was the best. Just me and Shovan and our new car. This was the first time we traversed the "nice" road at I remember 120kmph. I remember how anxious Shovan used to get when I sat down to drive.

When Shovan had to take that car to Manipal, only one thought was in my mind. Thank God, the car is moving out of Bangalore!!. With all the traffic and bikes squeezing through narrow spaces our car had managed to survive without a scratch!!

All my small trips to Manipal, just looking at that car made me remember all the drives, the shiftings and maybe just the pride of being "the" girl to sit on the first seat of the car. I knew it just belonged to me.

But then on this monday, that prized possesion of ours just crashed. I am away from Manipal. I have no clue what is going on but all I want is my car back.

I wish life came with a rewind button. But it doesn't so a person has to just deal with whatever shit life comes up with and look ahead. But when I look ahead I know that very soon my small little silvery machine will be back on its track, all shiny again and this time there will never be a need for a rewind button......

Introduction

Hi, Instead of beginning with any thought or a topic, I would just like to begin by talking about myself. However self-centered it may sound, but this is the last topic I actually think in real life. Most of my days now are spent either in office or in daily chores. One year in Bangalore and it seems I have lost so much to this city. That is when I decided to start thinking about myself. Maybe be a little selfish...

I have never been a good writer or an avid reader. I have always been busy enjoying my life. No regrets whatsoever. Be it school or college, I had a blast. Can’t say it was a smooth ride all along. Lots of deep shits came in the way and I fell deeper and deeper. But I am proud of myself that I managed to bring myself up with the support of some precious friends in my life. Maybe some post later will elaborate on these things.

I was born and brought up in Jamshedpur. My childhood, teen years were spent in this lovely town. Here I made the best and I think I can say the truest friends of my life.

Jamshedpur as I see is a place someone will fall in love with. Not because of its scenic beauty or a rich culture. I think I like this city partly because of its ignorance to certain stuff like politics, social differences. And trust me this ignorance has been a blessing to this town. No one cares what your caste or social stature is in school. We just made friends, as many as we could. Life was so much simpler.

In 2004, I moved out of house, quite excitedly towards Manipal for pursuing an engineering degree. More than the degree, the thought of freedom was giving me a new high in life. I was all ready to step in adulthood and all ready to taste life. Which eventually I did. Some parts if it tasted horrible, but in the end it was the sweetest and the most lovable journey I have made in my life till now.

13 months back I moved to Bangalore. Do not expect me to say anything good about this place. Not that I didn’t try to get along. But this place is so dead that it actually will sleep through your pain, remorse when you are happy. This place lacks a soul. So much that I think half the attrition rate in Bangalore can be actually blamed on this lifeless city.

Looking forward to sharing more thoughts later, Bye.