Tuesday, February 24, 2009

waiting for the sun

Something tells me I am narrowing my world.

I have a new job. I love what is in store, I like the prospects of what I can do. There is so much to learn and so many new ways to do it. I am widening my mind to accommodate the changes and am welcoming the newness.

At the same time, I get the feeling of sitting in a castle and watching the world. I get up in the morning and get ready for work. I travel a bit everyday and look at the different lives lived. I watch the girl sitting pillion on a bike and reading her novel supporting it on the back of the rider. I leave office in the evening and watch the same scenes reversed. I pass a dance studio and look at it longingly, knowing I will stop in there once my plaster comes off. I come home and look at my shelf of books, lying unread. I go to sleep exhausted, barely getting past two pages of what I read.

I dream of going to places. I dream of walking for miles with the wind on my face. I dream of watching a sunrise from the highest point on the earth. I dream of riding the wildest horses over the mountains. I dream of showing a child the colours of the rainbow. I dream of helping an old man write a letter. I dream of listening to the melody of a peacefully running stream. I dream about sleeping under a blanket of stars. I dream of meeting friends, watching people and their lives. I dream of watching the world change and grow.

As I set out towards yet another glorious day, something tells me I am narrowing my world.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

toed in

After I quit my job, there was too much excitement in my life. I went for my holiday to Delhi as planned and had a wonderful time. I caught up with old friends, one of who I had written about in one of my earlier posts and people had various interesting things to say. Well, facebook has taken over my life and one good thing that has come off it, was getting back with a lot of old friends.

More excitement waited for me as we drove down to Silvassa the same weekend for two close friends' engagement. It was beautiful. A huge moon shining, champagne, great food, jam sessions and dancing into the night.

Satiated I looked forward to my new job. And then I broke my little toe. The fourth one on my left foot. Nothing very dramatic. I just banged hard into the outer corner of a wall and this toe went crooked. No amount of pulling could get it straight. So finally, with the pain and the swelling escalating I went to the doc, who promptly got an xray, pulled the toe in place and put a huge cast on the foot.

So there, I was with a foot which didn't fit into any shoe. The next day I went for a second opinion to another doctor, hoping that he can remove the cast and give me something smaller and simpler. He didnt, but suggested buying oversized floaters with velcro which I can strap over the huge plaster. No good. A bigger size was too large for my good foot... and my own size didn't go over my injured foot. I did the next best thing. I bought 2 pairs in different sizes.

I have been enjoying the look on people's faces when they stare at my feet as I stand or limp by. For those who don't know me, look out for a huge foot in a size 8 sandal and the other foot in a similar size 3 sandal. Wave out or say hi. It will make my day.