a solitary wise advisor

Serene, elegant, exquisite. These are few of the many qualities people relate to, with just a thought of you. So it intrigued me, (for the first time in all these years that I have known/not known you) what could be the possible meaning of the name MOINCA. And believe me not, the very title of this post is what it means. Not to my or anyone else’s surprise.

You have been posting birthday blogs for others and self (once if I remember correctly) for some time now, thought would try and post one for you this time. They often say actions speak louder than words, but somehow in your world it could be the other way round. Knowing you in not knowing you, for you are one hard nut to crack (read - pulling my hair). Yet the simplicity you have, not knowing you would be to miss something beautiful in life. Like many of my post (I think), I could be contradicting my words here. Then again sometimes it’s better to leave words open ended than giving definitive conclusion (read – yes, no ,maybe and the best “i don’t know” ). As they say, the beauty of the chapter is often best while it’s still not over. What good is a mystery solved!!

Coming back to your birthday post (and refraining myself from the philosophical bakchodi), HAPPY BIRTHDAY MONICA :-) alias dadi ma alias momd alias monix (and the ones I am not aware of). I know the idea of your birthday does not excites you, but still you can’t help feeling special on this particular day. If you don’t the ones around you are going to make it that way, no matter how reluctant and uncomfortable you get. The cakes, the gifts, the flowers and all things ‘birthdayie’ shall be there.

December birthdays wishes I feel are always tricky, for people often wish “may this year be the best for you”, while technically the year calendar is about to get over. And you choose to be born in this month. Don’t you like to complicating things for people!! Everyone throws tantrums to do this, do that, get me this, get me that, for it’s my birthday. However your tantrums are don’t get me anything, don’t do nothing special, for its only my birthday!! The devilish streak in you is all time high on this day of the year I guess, for you make it difficult for people to make it special doing the usual ‘birthdayie’ (a new word learnt, eureka!!) stuff. Kuch hatt k karna padta hai everytime, because the next year you would say "yeh ni karna". Thodi daya karo bacho pe dadi ma, and normal cake cutting, flowers, chocolates type birthday for you karne diya kar. At the same time the simplest of things and stuff can make you smile the most. You leave me no choice but to be bewildered.

From the first impression of you till this day, have seen you change and evolve like no other. Yet the very virtues of being MONICA are still the same, sophisticated, moody, unreasonable (who said it was all praises ;-)), kind and a whole lot more (which I might have used before and shall do in years to come). You are weird as crazy, yet plain and composed at the same time. Well my prowess with words is not too good, only if could have taken your help here the adjectives list would have been longer. But guess even few words are enough at times. And who better than you knows that. "The girl of few words". A lot has changed; and a lot will change in the days to come. Irrespective of that, birthdays will come every year and irrespective of all the changes, some things will remain the same. You still will cut the cakes and you still will get those gifts. Let this post be my gift to you this year. For if nothing else, I know the following snapshots will make you smile. For your love of your girlfriends :-P is universal.

P.S. You might not like the birthday cakes and gifts, but I still would look forward for your birthday treat. That you can't run away from. Maybe the resto studio is where you can take me.  HAPPY BIRTHDAY ONCE AGAIN AND HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY :)
 

bombay local

"the city never sleeps" some say. While it's  "the city of dreams" for others.'Funny though, like an oxyMORON maybe, for the city of dream never sleeps???  The usual principle would dictate one needs to sleep to dream, so just a city of day dreamers then. Or the zombies have already taken hold of the city and the idea of dead man walking has begun to spread.' The flux of thoughts were still loud in his head when suddenly he felt the commotion and realised the zombies have come to life and the race for who gets the best kill is on.

THE BOMBAY LOCAL

Railways - A humble mode of transportation suitable for all age group, taking people to their “dream destination” (well, more or less).  

Mumbai locals however seem to have evolved into a different breed altogether. It has a strange effect on the people. People who just seconds ago were civilised, well behaved (or maybe not) and 'oh so culured', are now an angry mob, not a flash mob (how aunthentic is that anyways), but a real mob. From a 6 year old to a 60 year old, the only "laksya" they see, lies with those elusive window seats. Something orgasmic about these seats maybe, for the look of satisfaction and the grin of relief/victory on the faces of the conquerors is something. 

 “It’s the life line of our city”, a proud Marathi gentleman ("gentleman"? nevermind) exclaims. “The stats say more than 6 million commuters take the locals everyday”, another proud voice among the lot.

‘But the stats also says it kill over 600 people every year. A conventional lifeline would not kill someone, but do otherwise. Then again, nothing conventional in the times we live. And the stats! Well damn the stats. They are nothing but works of a bored one trying to make a point with numbers, while others just manipulate these numbers and get their kicks out of it (those interviewers with their guesstimates, take a local ride and I will make you an estimate you cannot refuse).’

Almost a year in the city and he was still adjusting to the cultural shocks that keep running into him. While taking a public transport was never a deal breaker, it never was a preferred choice either. But the city of dreams does not leave you with many options. Irony??  The options made available, are either a waste of time or money, and mostly both.

'When did it all come to this!'

A screeching brake and the whole world goes forward, not still, but forward. Yes the train has arrived on the platform. It’s showtime. Prepare yourself for what can be the very beginning of a zombie apocalypse

”Kiska kursi ka” wouldn’t be this aggressive even in the parliament.“Come what may I shall take what’s right fully mine” (is it really?). One jump and before the suspecting/ not so suspecting ones trying to get off the train, a swing and a hit. Needless to say it goes both ways, it’s a free society after all. You got my back, I got yours.

‘Its gonna be a while to make this present the past, so one might just play along and make the most of it. Not everyone would be blessed to experience the insider story. Let's just go numb and observe the jewels one is surrounded with.’

So begins the day in the city of dreams..