Catching up

The first time around it hurts the most....and then u get used to it. Well I wouldn't want to really get used to this one; coz missing flights is a taxing exercise, both financially and mentally. But then there is always a first time, and it gives you a whole new look at things!!

But it sure gives me a lesson in itinerary planning. Always keep a good buffer time in between connecting travels. That's the only thing that saved my life this once, though I was a lil hard pressed for time and cldnt catch up with everybody I wished to in my short Delhi transit.
Also if u are a nocturnal like me, avoid early morning travels - its too replete with uncertainly coz not all body clocks are tuned to the sun. And making exceptions is a hell lot difficult.

Though this time around it wasn't bad at all.....meeting up 'ol sweethearts and new ones, happy hours and boy! the roads in Delhi are just too good. No one can appreciate 'em as well as a traffic-harried-Bangaloean (woops! That's another of the changes I ve noticed in myself off late - this city has begun to feel like home after all).

The best and also the worst parts of the journeys is the wait. Traveling alone used to be my respite from the noise once, but it is something I ve come to dread now. And then can somebody tell me why wont Indian railways ply on time?? If it had to be ranked on quality I de give it a CMM level -5.5. And talk about being customer friendly - ouch! It ll again fail miserable in my ratings.

But then it's not a perfect world.

One of the yummiest things home was - obviously food. My belief is that in the Indian socio-psychology food is one and at times the only way of expressing love and affection. I mean it is an important part of the day and living, but how much of a priority should really be attached to it and why, is seriously screwed up in our heads.

At first I genuinely did not have the appetite to eat - especially after having lived in eat-only-when-hungry-or-angry mode for so long by myself, coz food isn't my top priority. But then I realized that my ideas aren't being really accepted or understood. So I yielded, and gave in to all the gluttony I could. No wonder I couldn't do much apart from sleep after that, but the satisfactory smiles on the faces of all aunts, uncles, grandparents made the sacrifice somehow seem worth the while.
They mayb do not understand my take on food-for-love, but I do know theirs, and that's an added responsibility - and weight!

Life at home was a trip to wonderland, but with an impending knowledge that it has a shelf life too. This was one fact that kept away boredom. Coz too much of luxury also becomes the root of many evils (not that I need motivation in that department). And this same knowledge was a cause of anxiety too at some points. Coz a looong break needs a couple of things to be redone from the scratch.

But then again, it's a life full of surprises.

I don't think my thoughts are any bit clearer or my haze any mistier - NO watching Jerry Maguire three times over and When Harry Met Sally twice over and old seasons of FRIENDS and every other movie regardless of date/rating/story/cast does not help do that.
Nor does stacking up a wall of book to read, and not reading even one of them help.

What works in life, and what does not is as much a mystery to me as it was.