Wishful Thinking

 

I have hoarded up lots of wishes. Summer’s almost at the doorstep and I can already feel the sun gearing up to blast us with all his might. Hopefully some of my wishes will get fulfilled before monsoon rolls in. Recently I went on a trip to Shirdi to request Sai baba to grant me few of those wishful thoughts. First on my list is to get the city beat and do lot of crime stories and grab all the bylines. Next I want to go camping and trekking with my three best friends. Well, my list keeps going on and on, but for now I’ll be content with just these.I am looking forward to Sunday, after a long long long time (almost 2months) I am meeting my best friends and going for the punewalla multimillion breeders racing at Mahalaxmi race course. As I have never been to horse racing, I am seriously waiting for Sunday. I am sure it will be great. Will click loads of photographs and upload it here!

By the way I took mom to the doctor, thankfully she didn’t have high BP… Today i went with her for blood test and thyroid and cholesterol check. She finally deigned to do an ECG…so I am feeling positively happy. Hope the results don’t turn up anything serious!

Frets & Worries

 

I am worried about Mom today. She is having regular spells of dizziness and is feeling breathless. But talking to her about going for an ECG check up is like banging your head against the wall. She is so dam stubborn and doesn’t listen to me. I told my aunt (mom’s younger sis) to give her some lecture about taking care of health. I hope she will be stern with her, coz mom listens to her.This is my personal opinion, although I may be biased- my mom is the worlds best mom ever. I and mom have been together through thick and thin, we have faced insurmountable problems but always sailed through. We don’t have the regular relationship of mother and daughter. Its more like best friends. I could say we are each other’s back bones. Even though I am 23 I always get my Mom’s opinion before i do anything. I feel loads better just knowing that i have my mom to fall back on. I wonder if I would ever feel like that with any other person. Is there any other relationship as close as mother and daughter? Someone once told me that you have just one relationship that is completely fulfilling, so i wonder whether i will ever find a guy with whom i can have a great equation with! Well my search is still on…m still dreaming…dreams come very cheap anyway! 

Mills and boons or Alister Mclean

 

A colleague of mine from DNA lent me his book by Alistair Mclean. I read the first few pages and found it quite interesting, but the thing is since I am feeling a lil bit depressed i also am reading a mills and boons as it cheers me up for whatever reason.

So I am kind of reading this romance between this wonderful hero and reluctant lady and also browsing through Mclean’s accounts of war torn singapore…although it seems weird to go back and forth in this case i want to finish the Mclean book before this week.
Interestingly, my days of depression might be coming to an end(or it could also be that i might be in for more depressing days). The HR guys are going to let us know where we will be shifted today. Hopefully i will get reporting. i am damn tired of sitting at the desk, it gets me down and tries to hold me there (thts y i need my dose of mills and boons)

I went to shirdi to especially pray that i get a good beat where i can revel in my reporting skills. I am happiest when i am following a story, thats what journalism is all about. Few of my friends here are also hoping for a change from their present beat..hope this time around we will get what we want! No compromises!

Turning a blind eye

Yesterday i walked to Elphinston station from office. I usually like to peep in the homes of people living in slums and watch the kids playing in the mud or their moms cooking on a stove. Their apartments were tiny with barely space for a man to stretch out, but they seemed pretty happy enjoying life. But yesterday all i could see were rubbles! Those slums were somebody’s homes..it really struck me hard to see it all reduced to just concrete.

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I’ve always sympathised with slumdwellers but i have never empathised with them. Now i do! just the sight of the devastation made me feel queer. what if it was my home tomorrow? what if the government suddenly finds that my home is built illegaly? i cant see it bulldozed to the ground, all the memories and laughter attached to your homes reduced to ashes!

I really pray that people who have been rendered homeless find a roof over their heads. hope they got some rehabilitation. I have to walk through the same places today, where previously i saw a mother cooking and kid playing,slum3.jpg now i’ll only see ghosts of yesterday reduced to rubbles.