Monday, May 02, 2005

Every once in a while

My weekends are usually lazy replays of the other days of the week past. But the sudden rain had ushered in a great looking Friday evening which had `great weekend ahead' written all over it. Delhi acquires this uncharacteristic fresh beauty after every rain... but then that's the rain-and-Delhi-and-me speaking more than anything else. Saturday started like any other Saturday... I was working. Well, I was mostly helping S out with his work, but that is work nonetheless. Then suddenly, a very anorexic girl decided to faint in the corridor right outside my room. After all the flurry of activity that generated, died down (with the girl being carted off to the nearest hospital - she's alive though), I went back to helping S. I was all set to return home early, when S asked me to stay back a while longer... and then again a bit more... and a bit more. Helping a friend in need ensured by the time I left work, it was 6:30pm. In between all this, I had rustled up late night movie plans with B. And I had to be at his house by 8pm, so I was way late already.

Being late, however, did not change the fact that the day after was Mom's birthday. So I decided to shop for some pastries. I turned up at the nearby confectionery shop and got some chocolate truffle pastries (finger-lickingly delicious). Then I also stopped to pickup a couple of chicken-sheek rolls (need I say more). There was this interesting couple, also waiting for their order, while I waited for mine. Suave looking middle-aged guy, and a hep and relatively young girl (I am really bad at guessing a woman's age so I might be mistaken about that). They were having this technical bits-n-bytes conversation, while their double egg rolls were being deep fried. With the rolls served and eaten, they got up and went out the glass door. The girl lifted up the waste-bin flap and threw her paper plate in. And the guy - he decided to emulate Michael Jordan very badly and missed the waste-bin by miles. And then, with total callous disregard to the environment... walked away without bothering to clean up. I had half a mind to catch him and give him an earful, but my rolls arrived and I decided his girl would probably dump him anyway. So I rushed back home, dropped off bought goods and rushed to B's place. Met this total stranger on the bus, who was quite friendly and wanted my email. Barely made it on time, thanks to the awesome driving prowess of DTC bus drivers.

Then it was straight off to PVR Saket for Hitch in B's new car. Funny movie. Got back home late, n Mom was awake and waiting, as usual. It was five minutes past twelve, so a warm Happy Birthday hug put things into place, right away. Sleep.

5:30am, Sunday morning, I was thrown off my bed because we (me n parents) had to go and cleanup our `new' home at the other end of the city, where we would be shifting sometime soon. A 30 minutes drive in a cool Delhi dawn was quite charming, and dangerous, as I was half asleep at the wheel. Better part of the day was spent scrubbing wall paint off furniture and doors, negotiating with tailors about curtain colours and fixing the one broken tile on the bathroom floor. Mom seemed to be in an entirely blissful state, trying to tidy up the place - what a way to spend her birthday, but then that's Mom. Returned home dead beat. Stayed home till late evening, and helped finish off the pastries. *Happy Birthday Mom!* Then B called with plans for another movie.

And so we were back at PVR at 8:45 for the 9:15 show of Hazaron Khwahishen Aisi. B was a little doubtful about the movie, but he usually succumbs to my choice. Houseful! Dejected we made our way to Mark-Pi and had two plates of heavenly chicken momos. With our esurient spirits buoyant and satiated, we waited for that chance last-minute cancellation at the ticket counter, and voila - two tickets. Which turned out to be right in the center of the last row of Audi-2. The movie was good. And I mean good. It was a movie about a lot of things - deep things, heady things, but mostly it was a movie about love. Of many kinds of love, infact. B liked it too. It was also a movie about somethings everybody understands but nobody can explain. Like I said... love.

B drove me back home at midnight. Everything I do, Lady in Red, Take my breath away... Cool breeze. A fantastic music system in B's car. Empty roads. Super friend. Delhi on a rain soaked night. Home.

Every once in a while, clouds do have a silver lining. And then, there is a Monday!

26 comments:

  1. sigh....i so know what you mean.... its such a "sigh" worthy moment at the end of the day....

    mondays can be good too you know... ESPECIALLy today when i took the day off and slept the whole day .... and can still sleep some more...
    man.... how on earth did i lose so much sleep!!!...

    anyways... all this made me conjure up the smell of rain on hot earth... absolutely orgasmic.... sigh

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  2. u were prob right about the gal's age. just another middle-aged loser trying to f*** up a naive little girl's head. ugh!old, old story.

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  3. ok, that was a bit weird as comments go, wasnt it?especially for a happy post?it was a happy post.tanks:)

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  4. bin hearing gud revus 'bout "Hazaar kwhaaish..." gotta catch it soon but ...but ...weekend seems far away for me!

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  5. @Grafx: I absolutely concur with your feelings about rain on the hot earth, but about Mondays being good... I'd suggest you meet my friend Garfield about that! :)

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  6. @Khushee: Hi 'n who's your furry friend in the foto?

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  7. @Rapz: :-O ! btw she didn't seem all that naive, and hence my presumption that he'll get dumped anyway :D. And yes, it was a happy post.

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  8. @Swathi: It is a good movie. Do see it.

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  9. Most excellent ! I shall be doing the same next weekend - scrubbing away at my new apt... I hate broken bathroom tiles !!

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  10. mmmmmm.. i likes coconut water....

    *okies back to work*

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  11. @vigs: Happy scrubbing!

    @grafx: *Sipping coconut water at work!*

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  12. lol.. no just had a very vivid memory... and felt very thirsty

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  13. dancingstarz(richa)Thursday, 05 May, 2005

    Mmm...rain in delhi can be quite a delight,all my friends were dancing n splashing their way to the Dept. while it drizzled n the sun peeped bashfully from behind a curtain of wispy clouds.A gud beginning to a May day in delhi.

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  14. BTW, i really liked ur poem on the 'Ice maiden'. The word "I.M' caught my attention as soon as i glanced at ur works but i had interpreted it differently,the poem turned out to b something totally different.

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  15. @Starz: Hurray ! Someone from Delhi at last. Hi Richa, and welcome to my blog. Yup, super May so far.

    Oh... and I'd like to know your interpretation of `I.M.' Glad that you liked it.

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  16. FR,i am so sorry for the vanishing act yest.u see my comp kept hanging and hanging and hanging and then after i restarted, i somehow kept getting "error 6708" and cudn't reconnect:-|

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  17. Ice maiden is supposed to be this stunning beauty who attracts men ...(like fireflies to a fire?) and yet she never gives a 'come hither'look to any suitor coz she has a wall built around her. Picturize a suitor,his heart throbbing with raging love,flowers in 1 hand or better still, guitar in a hand & trying his best to serenade 'her'..standing under a balcony at midnite while the sky remains splashed with a million starz but 1 frosty look from her side..freezes his heart into an ice cube.
    An I.M. is a girl who is much sought after & itz only the most skillful of all men, who can thaw her and scoop her in his arms and turn her from an ice maiden into a raging flame of desire(?)

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  18. @rapz: Ah..that is why! I thought it was due to something I said (or did not say)... :)

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  19. @starz: Ohk! We have a *very* romantic stalker here :o) On second thoughts, if I ever serenade an I.M., the ice would probably shatter rather than melt :-)). Nice to have your version though... it's always good to see different interpretations that people have.

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  20. Grrr...me, a stalker!! looks all around her with a look of disbelief in her eyes.
    Btw, if u ever serenade an I.M....she wud fling her flower vase at u & u might end up with a smashed crown.

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  21. @starz: Ouch! that's the cause of the lump on my head? I've been trying to remember what happened since last evening, and mah minds been drawin a complete blank !!

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  22. But then...i hit u with a rolled up newspaper,how cud such a harmless,frisky gesture of mine lead to a lump...*looks sheepishly at first rain*

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  23. uhoh... now now children.. play nice!!!

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  24. we've not seen the rain yet.
    lucky you.
    i miss the smell of the wet earth.
    *sigh*

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  25. Hi Pix! Seein u after a long time here... well the rains were here last week... now there's only dust all around :D

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