Dilwalo ka shehar...

Alone we all stand

Dilli.... Yes, I'm in Delhi, the national capital of our country... Finally I'm out of Hyderabad, something I've been wanting for a really long time now...(Been here for 4 months now but couldn't manage to get time to type down my thoughts...)

What can I say about this place? Well... Delhi is all that you think it is and Dilli is also not all that you think it is...First impressions, I came here with my parents and we were taking a bus, this tall, handsome Punjabi sees my mother and instantly gets up from his seat saying, " Aunteejee Aap baith jao...". My mom said, "That's okay... chalega....".  We all have heard of large hearted Punjabi folk, but not all of us have experienced it. Within seconds he stood up and insisted my mom sit there, the smile on his face, the purity of thought. Fully impressed. That is Dilli for me. Clean, big, straight roads... Metros zooming over your head... Hot sun shining over you...

Teething problems were expected. Different food, different language, a different culture, people scaring me all the time "Don't go alone anywhere - "ye Dilli hai"". But I guess I've finally found my niche here. I think I will forget my south indian roots if I stay long here. I've given up on rice, completely stopped eating it and my hindi has become more fluent now, randomly peppered with Punjabi words. Parathas have become staple food now, I eat them for breakfast, lunch, dinner basically whenever I'm hungry. Thanks to hostel food Maggi is the next best thing. Since noone in the northern part of India even knows what a filter coffee is, chai... is my new beverage. Sari's and suits are out, it's jeans and capri's and skirts... what more...all my time goes in reading/eating/talking hardly anytime to sleep or think.... Don't remember when I saw the TV last... Economic Times is the newspaper I follow(rather try to follow) now...had enough of the changes? Well it's a lot happening and a lot happening on parallel lanes. Let's go into why I'm here :)

MBA! I think the most coveted degree now in India(probably after IAS). Well it's a rat race all the way, for all those who thought CAT is going to be it. Let me burst your bubble, CAT is just the beginning. You end up in a place where almost everyone has the same IQ as you do and then there is fight.... So a 93.6 percentile is fighting with a 94.1 or a 92.4, who do you think should win? It's each one for his own, we all stand alone, yes, we have groups and we have 'group work' but... you are never a group, once in the class we are all individuals and it all boils down to that. Here I have realised what it means to stand in a crowd and still feel alone or to be alone and still feel like in a crowd. It's strange strange feeling...

Can't boast of much photography or of much travelling around... you guys will have to adjust with a random click from my campus!

That's all that you need...

Communication has become really easy in today's world... we always carry our cell phones with us.. Wi-Fi networks keep us connected to our far far away friends and to the world at large, still I feel somewhere somehow we are missing out... Missing out on communicating, not just communicating , but communicating rightly...If communication has become simple then our lives have become very complex....

What's missing is just a couple of minutes...sometimes, that's all the time you need... to say... "Hello What's up?", "Hi...how are you doing?", "Are you free? I just need to talk to someone", "I miss you", "I love you"... just a few minutes is all you need... But I hear constant cribbing that "It's been ages since I talked to my college friend", "I remembered your birthday, but just didn't have enough time to wish you the same day", "I was just about to call you". How many times have we sent the message "Busy. Wil cal back" and never do? How many times have you seen a missed call from a friend and never cared to respond? I find it really hard to explain this attitude of ours...

There is a strange paradox on our generation, on one hand it is criticized for spending too much time on the phone, at the same time we are also mocked for not maintaining relationships...Isn't communication part of maintaining relationships? It is very strange. We talk , but do we really TALK? Okay I know I'm not making any sense...

Bottom line is "Never lose your friends cause of the distances created". Today's generation doesn't have good enough excuses to lose touch..

PS:- Had to come up with a post for a nice click... Excuse the shoddy work!

Love you hamesha?

Somehow I'm really in the mood of dedications, so this one is for a sweet couple in remote town of Anand, Gujrat whom I'm still to meet.

Love inevitably is associated with the words or phrases like "forever", "eternity" , "till my last breath", but a movie I recently watched (Orange - Telugu movie) really enforced my earlier perception.

I've heard a lot of girls and guys(girls more than guys) crib and nag that their guy/girl doesn't pay them the attention he/she used to... "Ab pehle jaisa nahi raha" or "Woh din hi alag the" is a very common phrase. But I think the whole beauty of love is the way in which it matures to become this really perfect selfless kind of emotion, which no language can really describe.

Stage 1:

When you first start liking a person, there is a flutter in your heart, you have butterflies in your stomach and every meeting and every date does something to you both physically and mentally. There is a tension, there is an anxiety and an innate instinct to impress and be impressed.

Stage 2:

It then moves on to a more bolder form, where you have reasonable belief that the other party is into you that you start seeking ways to express your emotions. More than the thrill of the physical intimacy, I think it's and act of surrender, one of complete and utter trust in the other person, where you are letting the other person into a space which no one has ever shared before(a girl's perspective).

Stage 3:

Then there is more stable state, where you know that you love each other and life together is or rather will be  "perfect".

This is where I think most people start wavering, questions like "Why doesn't he call me as much?" , "What happened to all the compliments I used to get?", "Why don't you spend more time with me?", "Have you taken me for granted?"

Finale:

Somewhere between you moving to a bolder form of love and realising that you need to try to impress him every time you meet him marriage happens.

(Stage2, Stage 3 and Finale are often intermixed - I'm just trying to generalise)

Love for me is when you can't recall the last time you said "I love you" but you know it in your bones how much you love the other person and vice-versa. Love is when you look at her/his eyes from across the hall and know what she/he is trying to tell you. Love is when you get that being busy does not mean that they don't love you anymore. Love is when a 60 year old husband picks a fight with his wife early in the morning just cause she isn't doing things his way, moments later the wife walks up to him to hands over his newspaper and coffee and the husband ends up doing things her way.

People miss the butterflies in their stomach and the anxiety that they had when they first met their partners and keep wishing they could feel it one more time. Personally I'm thankful it doesn't last long, else imagine being in a relationship for 2 years and still wondering if he/she likes you or not, imagine wondering if what you have been doing for 2 years has impressed the other person or not?

What is the point of discussing all this nonsense? Nothing actually, just wanna know.. What is LOVE for you? Leave a comment please.


PS:- I took the photo too. What say?