Hope

A distinct few draw it from the Shawshank Redemption... or that old fading poster on the wall. For me it is the picture above my blog. It reminds me of a 21 year old, standing next to the sea in Northern Ireland, thinking life could not get better and that if things kept on the way they were, one could conquer the world. Or the part of it that is worth doing so.

It's been homecoming weekend, (even if it came home when I lay sweat drenched on the floor next to the squash court ruing a 8-2, 8-2 thumping!) with routines falling into place, work doing the same and life outside the GMAT getting back on track after a so-so week. Old friends in town, grandmother visiting, much rumination all has helped.

It's going to be another 30 day sprint to a finish line. And it promises to be an eventful ride.

Renewed

an old friend comes to town, leads to a meeting another old group member, memories are exchanged, thoughts re thought and perspectives thrashed out. you're still discussing GMAT, career, AIESEC and DU - stuff you'd discuss everyday. but its the old buddy feeling. it leaves you refreshed.

an ode to old pals. who make this life worth its while.

Moon kissed

1, 2, 3, 4... long breath. Crunches on a late March evening as I try to get rid of the flab gained at my desk job over the past 3 months. What really strikes me every evening is the sheer beauty of where my Dad's house is located. Used to the sweat shop the office in Pune was, boss screaming on the end of the line, days that stretched into the night, the din of Mumbai over the weekend... these days in Delhi are peace that I could pay for.

Swaying trees in the afternoon breeze, squirrels and parrots chirping through the day, give way to mellow evenings with smell of wet earth as the neighbors water their garden and trees silhouetted against the moon and the Orion's belt at night.

I am sure if you spoke to my mother this peace does not reflect there, all she sees is a son racing to meet a few deadlines, juggling schedules to meet friends and someone who is always at the computer doing something or the other. What she does not know is that somehow I have found moments of peace these past 2 weeks. Maybe its a function of just being home, maybe it's the trees against the moon...

Yellow leaves falling off trees, broad tree lined avenues, morning chill and evening run, stars peeking through the trees when you lie down on the terrace. I am back. Dilli.

There is much to be said about Delhi, often a lot is and well there are quite a few valid acerbic comments that I get to read. But it's home, it's got food I like, it's a place I can figure out roads without having to ask strangers, it's a place where my ID works, where I know how to get things done, where friends stay, where gardens exist. And I might be here only for a bit. And I might as well, enjoy it to the hilt.