purplefantasyy

Assorted memories.

2011-05-08T21:20:00.000-07:00

Sometimes life moves so fast, that we tend to forget what mattered. I remember while leaving Bangalore, all my friends cried and promised that we will always remain friends and stay in touch. Now when I call them I am greeted by a “I’m busy” or “I’ll call you later”. Those people who became an important part of my life and never wished to part with them now don’t seem important. My thoughts were beckoned by hot steaming coffee. While lying on my couch and peeing out of my window I began to think about the past which shaped my present and my present which is sculpturing my future. The things which were a part of me. Their memories refuse to fade of...

* passing chits in the class. I love the way we would stealthily pass the chits so the teacher wouldn’t see them. The ultimate consequences would be detention.

*the long phone calls to friends and friends of friends in which go on and on till our parents yell at us.

* going out to eat ice-creams in the night with our pajamas on.

*Eating gol-gappas at roadside stalls and fighting to pay the bill.

*Dancing to the tunes of latest songs.

*Sleepovers! How can I ever miss them out?

*Cooking something which turns out to be terrible.(I loved the way my dad praised it)

*Bad hair days and mood swings.

*Those picnics in which we would go singing in the bus all the way.

*Movies which made our heart melt. We would memorize the dialogues and repeat them next time we would watch the movie.

This blog has become a catalyst. A key that has unlocked so many memories.

These small things make life worth living. Isn’t it?

Beyond boundaries

2011-05-01T00:09:00.000-07:00

“Where do you belong to?” A girl of about my age asked me on my flight to Mumbai. “Rajasthan” I swiftly replied. “Oh!” she said with excitement in her voice “Royal Rajasthan. Isn’t it?”. “Yeah” I mumbled. Then what followed was a conversation about Rajasthani cuisines, outfit and places of interests. This is how it dawned on me that how geographical coordinates can change people’s attitude towards you.

I come from a Military background. I was born in Allahabad. I had the pleasure of eating Gol gappas and Mughlai food in Delhi, enjoyed shopping at Bangalore, endured the climate of Ooty, and relished the mouth watering Gujarati delicacies. Stayed in different parts of the country, adapted their cultures and actively took part in all the festivals and cultural activities let it be the Navaratra in Gujarat or the Durga Puja in Kolkata. Learnt to speak different languages from Guajarati to Punjabi. I can talk with a tamilian hours about Tamil culture and can dance to the tune of bhangra. My house includes a wide range of handicrafts like any defense personnel’s; the collection includes hay statues from Orissa to silver ornaments from Gujarat. Then why is my cultural background only limited to Rajasthan?

When I think about my childhood, what I see looks like a collage with pictures of different states and cultures. I have immense pleasure in telling people about my colorful childhood. I can go on and on for hours. So why do I have to limit myself to a particular state. You have to admit, when a person from some other country asks about your heritage, your held lifts high, chest expands, and with a 3 inch wide grin you reply ‘INDIA’. Isn’t that feeling wonderful? People should acknowledge and understand the fact that there is something beyond boundaries.

So next time, if someone asks me about my heritage or state. I am simply going to reply India. Because I do not want to miss the pleasure of discussing about the Indian culture rather than a particular state.

Rondezvous

2011-05-01T00:02:00.000-07:00

Hello,
This is my first blog and I am really excited aboutt it. Will be posting my articles, views, thoughts soon. :)
Sealing this new relationship with a peck. :)
Love
Nupur