A Writer in making
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Sunday, January 29, 2017
The stories we never heard
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Hello Home 2.0
Ahmedabad to Australia was a giant leap and it wasn’t until I reached Singapore that the feeling sank in. Damn! Was I really going to another continent, all by myself? I couldn’t even ask someone to pinch me. Fortunately, I had my godparents pick me up from the airport and take me to Gold Coast. I cannot thank them enough for all the love and care, till today. But then, I was in Brisbane. I was befriending the world. Well, at least representatives of the world.
I was living with people from different countries. No matter how fancy it sounds, four girls in one house isn’t really a house at peace. If it wasn’t for our lovely landlady, we would be pulling each other’s hair. (No not literally, just have silent wars maybe?) We had our ups and downs but these strangers became my family. Our landlady was our fairy godmother who made us cupcakes and vanilla slice.
Food was not much of a problem for me since I loved cooking. For emergencies, I carried my stach of Maggi Masala everywhere. Later did I realise, Maggi masala WAS the problem. I was missing out on such amazing food and zests my taste buds were not even aware of. I literally had to graduate from calling everything bland (and adding red chilli on top of it) to accepting different cuisine for my housemate to take me for Yum Cha. I have tried Beef, Pork, Chicken feet and seafood that I can’t even recall. I love Malaysian and Mexican food. I consume Indian food just once a week. Yes, I said it.
You know the only problem there is? Doing the dishes. No wonder that’s the reason all couples fight. I used to hate doing the dishes and I still do. Sundays are only reserved for cleaning the house and doing the laundry. But then, that’s how we grew up. Our parents put us in such comfortable cocoon that doing all the chores for the first time gives all of us a reality check.
On top of all this, I paid the bills and I paid them by myself. I was working and studying and meeting new people. I met strangers I befriended. Strangers who became my family and when it is time to go back home to see everyone, I am struggling with goodbyes. I found my new home here with these lovely people. Even though I am so excited to see my family, I am not ready to leave Australia for six weeks.
Six weeks is a very long time to stay away and I had no clue I would say this but suddenly, this home seems closer than India. These people seem dearer. More importantly, I am going to miss the feeling of being a grownup, of irresponsibly taking all responsibilities and breezing in the independence.
Sunday, January 18, 2015
Day 4: Taking another train to Neverland!
I got on the train half an hour before departure. That rarely happens in the peak hour of traffic but I couldn't contain the excitement of traveling again, all by myself. I love the joy of traveling, discovering new places and meeting new people. It's beautiful how you can meet another person and be a part of their story, till another stop or maybe just for a few minutes.
Usually I love talking to strangers I might be traveling with but the chirpy soul that I am simply hides in the corner, indulging in a good book or just faintly looking outside the window. It's a different feeling altogether to keep moving forward with the lost count of hours. If you have a lot of time in your hand, take a trip to any destination, alone. It will take you to different places in your head, it shall help you introspect and cross the murky waters of your imaginary world. Most of all, it will solve most of your problems.
If you are a keen observer of your surroundings or people, traveling shall be a treat for your eyes and ears. I remember the first time I took a flight to Mumbai, with the fear of flying for the first time. The current news of missing airplanes doesn't make it any easy. I just chose to observe people and I swear it was the most hilarious flight I boarded on. The first time flyers behave like the kids at the age of four and their zeal soars higher as the plane takes off. It's like a human was suddenly given wings and the giddiness makes you feel you like a roller coaster ride.
But every mode of traveling is surrealistic in it's own way, with all the ups and downs. The road trips for the different stops you'll take on your way, for food or those creepy public washrooms, talking to the locals when you lose your way or to know the best Dhabba. And most of all, for the beautiful view around, the greens and the wild winds.
The train journeys that needless to say will be long enough to make you cringe and crib if you hate kids and might as well be fun if you like talking to people and knowing about their stories. Take time to look at the view outside if you happen to look at the foggy atmosphere or the greenery amidst mountains. And lastly, the flight journeys. I don't know how it feels to be on a flight for more than three hours but except for the beautiful clouds and free food (if included), I haven't been a fan of traveling through an airplane.
So traveling could be fun only if you're ready to adjust, to get used to change in terms of people, culture and the food. If nausea, acrophobia and homesickness shall take over you, you'll hate it from the moment it starts. So just let yourself free in the spirit of something new, in the mode of discovering something new about yourself and exploring your soul. Traveling is like reading, you'll live so many lives and relive so many moments when you free yourself. Come alive. Find peace beyond your comfort. And take the next train to Neverland!
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Day 3: Rest in Peace, Chivalry.
Monday, January 5, 2015
Day 2: Baggage Claim
Sunday, January 4, 2015
Day 1: A New Found Love
Technically, it's the fourth day of this year and some of us have already sipped the mundaneness of routine. Don't we all love the 'Christmas to New Year' Eve' phase? Good food, dressing up and dancing away for the endeared gatherings, lit up with bright lights and beautiful smiles. Ah, the holiday season has just ended and we all couldn't have been more excited about the new year.
It's beautiful how the start of new year is so inspiring for most of us. For all the resolutions we couldn't keep or the goals almost accomplished; a new awakening to trigger that enthusiasm and bracing ourselves to try again. Better grades, lesser weight, finding love or saying goodbye to alcohol; we have our share of happy resolutions. We all seek happiness in these momentary dreams fancies.
For a change, I didn't make any new resolution with rigidity because I don't know; either it's the word that's jinxed or my resolutions are too farfetched. In fact, I made a decision to be happy each day, no matter what (Despite knowing what a big cliché it is!) And I wanted to involve myself in another great passion. My love for food and undefeatable appetite has amazed people but recently I've been going to the kitchen more too often, to create those wonderful finger licking delicacies!
So yes, my new found love is for the art of cooking. I've been cooking a new dish every day, with mom's help and YouTube tutorials. Wholeheartedly. And it gives me immense happiness to cook good food because good food is the shortcut to happiness. You should try it sometime! Cooking while listening to soothing music can be a therapy and the compliments after that perfect dish you made? Bliss indeed!
Also, I knew I hadn't updated my blog for long and that's when the new resolution spirit hit me! I've decided to take up this really cool challenge of writing for 31 days. At least 500 words and I'll weave a new story or different perspective or maybe a mutual feeling that both of us share and you could relate.
So goodbye writer's block and Challenge: Accepted!
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