Archive | September, 2008

FRIENDS

30 Sep

“I miss my friends”, I told my mom over the phone yesterday.

She said “You will make new ones gradually”

 

“No Mom I don’t want to make new friends, there are no “new friends” in life there are only friends and they are for life”, I argued.

 

“That is not the case beta, you will meet a lot of people in your life; some will be friends, others just acquaintances”, she tried to reason with me.

 

“No mummy I will never find such good friends again in life I know it, I have to hang up now I’ll talk to you later” and I hung up without even saying bye. I was terribly upset yesterday and took it out all on my mom, reason being I missed my friends.

 

I got transferred to Mumbai almost a month ago and have been cribbing about feeling lonely ever since. I had a wonderful group of friends in Pune since a year, and have been having a tough time adjusting to the new office new desk and new people.

 

I am a person who dislikes major changes. I like to have a certain amount of stability in life. Any kind of change be it city, food or even a new desk makes me uneasy. So obviously moving to Mumbai and leaving behind one year of a great time in Pune upset me to the core, and I didn’t make any attempt whatsoever to hide my displeasure. I even went to an extent of being rude to the same people whom I missed so much.

 

“How would you guys understand my situation, you are not the ones who have to have their lunch alone in the cafeteria even though there are hundreds of people around”

They listened with all the patience not once complaining. They knew it was difficult for me but there was nothing they could do about it.

 

Sometimes I even wished that life was like a Bollywood movie and that one day all of them will come running to my rescue and take me back with them and life will only be a long party where nobody will have to work or study. But I had to snap out of day dreaming sooner or later and concentrate or I’d rather say try to concentrate on my new work here.

 

This morning I had promised myself to stop complaining and start living. So I went about doing my usual stuff; checked my e-mails, got a big mug full of coffee, told the sandwich counter guy to put extra cheese, and even bought a chocolate bar to treat myself for no reason of course.

 

 

Little did I realize buying the chocolate would give way to all the memories around it. How we used to fight for a single chocolate bar, and take a chocolate treat from anyone for the smallest possible occasion, eat chocolates till our mouths were full and wallets emptied.

 

There I go again!!

“No No! Go away Mr. Somber Mood, I don’t want to be sad today” I fought with my inner conscience. I tried my best to see the bright side but to no avail.

 

On returning back to my desk obviously with the saddest expression I could manage I remembered that I had decided to change my signature. I have a habit of writing a shot quote at the bottom of my signature and opened a Word document of all the good quotes I had collected, when I happened to read a short quote which would have gone unnoticed had I not typed it in BOLD.

 

If you can’t see the Bright side of Life Polish The Dull Side

 

It was so simply put but so much like a nail on the head. That’s when it hit me; that’s when I realized;

So what if I cant physically be with my friends, the good part is I can still be in touch with them (and call them on their extensions for free Lolz 😉 ) and I am sure that they will all be there for me when I really need them.

 

So (I know this might sound clichéd, but it’s so well fitting; can’t help it) this is for all my friends out there:

 

   

So no one told you life was gonna be this way.
Your job’s a joke, you’re broke, your love life’s DOA.
It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear,
When it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year but,

 

I’ll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I’ll be there for you, like I’ve been there before.
I’ll be there for you, coz you’re there for me too

 

 

You’re still in bed at ten, the work began at eight.
You’ve burned your breakfast, so far, things are going great.
Your mother warned you there’d be days like these,
But she didn’t tell you when the world has brought you down to your knees, that,

 

 

I’ll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I’ll be there for you, like I’ve been there before.
I’ll be there for you, coz you’re there for me too.

 

 

No one could ever know me; no one could ever see me.
Seems like you’re the only one who knows what it’s like to be me.
Someone to face the day with, make it through all the rest with,
Someone I’ll always laugh with, even at my worst, I’m best with you.

 

 

It’s like you’re always stuck in second gear,
When it hasn’t been your day, your week, your month, or even your year but,

 

 

I’ll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I’ll be there for you, like I’ve been there before.
I’ll be there for you, coz you’re there for me too.

 

 

I’ll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I’ll be there for you, like I’ve been there before.
I’ll be there for you, coz you’re there for me too.

 

 

 

I’m Calling From New York!!

16 Sep

“Hello, can I talk to Radha?”

“Yes who’s this?”

“Is Radha there? I’m calling from New York”

“Yes she’s there whom shall I say is calling?”

“Oh! Tell her I’m calling from New York”

Now I decided to irritate this lady on the phone.

“Okay I’ll tell her your name is I’m calling from New York?” I suppressed a giggle.

The woman on the other line was getting impatient. “If she’s not at home, I’ll call later”

“Oh no just hold on, I’ll pass her the phone, just wanted to ask your name though”, I pressed further, but then decided it was enough for the inflated ego of an Indian living in America, or should I say a wannabe American.

Before your mind starts racing in crazy directions, let me make it very clear that I’m not a member of Al Qaeda or any anti American terrorist squad (lolz). I’m just an Ordinary Indian, with extraordinary love for my country, and lots of grudges against Indian’s settled in America.

I’m not saying the so called NRI’s or Green card holders are all bad people, or that they do not have a right to choose their lifestyle. But there is one thing common in all the Indians settled abroad(especially in the US of A) and that is an unusual sense of pride. It seems as if settling in America becomes a part of their identity at some point in life. It’s a part of all the formal introduction processes, especially on their yearly (read obligatory) trip to India.

“Hi I’m Rajeev, I stay in NJ”

“Hey, you should come settle in Washington, it’s amazing you’ll never wanna come back”

No thanks mister!!! Don’t they realize that if all of the people go to America, it’ll start becoming like the India that they so much hate? All crowded and filthy like they call it. So we are all doing you a favour and keeping your USA clean.

One thing I always wonder is why don’t they feel this sense of pride for their own country. They will support Brazil, Argentina, Manchester United, and call Rugby as Football, but when it comes to cricket or hockey, or Gilli Danda, they will shy away from even discussing that subject. 

Last year when I had two months of free time on my hands I was lucky enough to travel to Dubai and Muscat. The trip will be one of the most memorable one in my life for sure, but after a couple of weeks, I started missing India (which I thought I never would). I missed the crowds, the narrow lanes, the friendly ganna juice tapri, the paani puri. Its not like you cant have Paani puri in Dubai, but u have to go to a place called “Little India” and the paani puri wala wears gloves and pours the “Paani” made from Bisleri water of course with a spoon, and the taste is nowhere close to the roadside thela in Vallabbaugh Lane (For those who don’t know its in Ghatkopar Mumbai).

When I finally took a flight home at the end of 2 months, I actually felt like kissing the “Zameen”, My Motherland (and I am not at all exaggerating). I’m not trying to prove my patriotism, but getting off that plane and the feeling of homecoming was nothing like I had ever experienced before.

So all you guys and gals, think twice before making your dreams come true in US of A, for your Mother India promises of even more than you dreamt of.