F for ????

I'm so damn hungry , I think I could even eat a horse right now. Well, now you don't need to take everything that I say, quite literally. :p
I'm sitting in the class and there is some old bugger standing in front of me, lecturing away to glory on god-knows-what. Most of the people around me are trying to "study" on social networking sites. Some others are busy scanning their laptops...tsk tsk.
And yours truly has been surfing on the net. For food. Good, delicious, tempting food.

I came across this blog while some random surfing and the blog is all about food, adventure, surfing and more delicious food. Aah, some people do have perfect lives. And I can't help feeling all the more hungry with every passing second. Gotta admit, this is one of those moments when all my worries to maintain my weight and having to stay in shape go out of the window.

All I can think about is:
  • Chicken (its Navratras, starving sucks)
  • Chocolate desserts
  • Tortilla Chips
  • Smoothies
  • Frozen Yogurt in Mint Choco chip flavor
I'm beginning to wonder why the hell don't they offer frozen yogurt sundaes in India? I'm so tempted right now. Just the thought of having something sinfully sweet and delicious and still healthy ( yes, it is completely fat free) is so damn tempting.

It's almost 11.30am and I still haven't had my breakfast. Maybe that's why I'm blogging about food because frankly, that's all I can think about right now. I want to eat a frozen yogurt or a chocolate dessert or roasted chicken. Even gulab jamun will do. Yes, you get my drift. All I can care about right now is food. Good food, that is.
Man, they were right when they said
"Stay hungry, Stay foolish". :((

I'll hit this space back to post something more sensible, perhaps when I have had my fill.

I came, I saw, I wandered......

My life is moving too fast...I'm too busy attending classes, finishing assignments, remain perennially nerved up. The best part is that I can't convince myself that I'm learning anything. About Journalism at least (coz that's what the subject for my majors is).

Life is hectic. I wake up, make assignments early morning, get ready while my mom keeps shouting in the background how my life is so disorganized.....how I've made a wreck of my health....How I'm always in a bad mood....how guys would reject me for marriage proposals.....(god, like I really need to know that first thing in the morning! ). Mothers, I tell you.

I usually grab my stuff and rush out of the home, mentally preparing myself for the two hour long delhi-darshan trip to my college. Now, my college is near Chandni Chowk in Old Delhi (very far from my home). I take a bus, then change the metro twice and finally take a rickshaw in order to reach my college.
I would have never really discovered this place had it not been for the location of my college. My emotions usually go for a flip whenever I reach Chandni Chowk metro station. I automatically transform from a Spoilt-urban girl to a more thoughtful, compassionate person.

The exit of the metro station is marked by same beggars who greet me everyday, sitting in their exact place, calling out the same blessings. These are the deformed, small children, their mother is selling some random stuff nearby, their younger siblings lying in the shade of trees, busy playing with rags. My heart goes out to them. I'm not much of a charitable person by the way. But I surprised myself the other day when I bought some corn (bhutta) for an old beggar lady who was looking at them with longing eyes. She didn't even realize that I was giving it to her for free, she just took it and went away limping, without caring to throw a second glance. I paid the hawker. "This girl is nuts", he must have thought. He gave a slightly mischievous smile and took the money. Now, it's a habit with me. I buy stuff for these people, when I'm forced to, by my instincts.

I move out of the metro station, take a rickshaw and watch people still sleeping on the pavements, outside Sheeshganj gurudwara. Some of them look doped, maybe they are. Some of them are simply sleeping there for lack of other options. Do they even realize that day has dawned, that traffic is rushing past them, that foreign tourists who are out here to "explore the real Delhi" are clicking them? I guess not. These are the anonymous stars of Real India. Perfect stuff for some documentary on Discovery channel, but someone whom you would not like near you in any other circumstances.

The rickshaw takes a turn, and the majestic Red Fort and Jama Masjid come in view. Interestingly, this bare stretch of one kilometer has a famous gurudwara, Jama Masjid, the beautiful Jain temple and a church. And they say, secularism is a thing of the past.

I reach college and forget all about it. And it happens everyday. I somehow find it strange. I give stuff to beggars, act compassionate because somehow I still believe I'm a very cruel, uncompassionate person who does not visit temples, does not even pray, swears like a sailor and has almost no real friends around. And helping them apart from giving me immense happiness and satisfaction, also gives me some peace of mind. It helps me to reinstate faith in me, it helps me to believe that I'm not a very bad person. Only a bit maybe.


Have you ever just looked around and thought: "This is all just a memory" ? I have, and multiple times. For what we are looking at right now, living at this very moment, is going to be a memory in a matter of minutes, and boy do we have a lot of memories.. from the good, to the bad, to the down right "I wish I couldn't remember that!" But I do, and with extreme detail, as if those things happened yesterday. But whatever, that's life.. right? It must be terrible to not remember anything. Memories are what keep you entertained when you're bored waiting at the doctor's office or on a long car ride. What do you think about then, when you have no memories to relive over and over?

I've come across people who often confused deja vu with memory? Deja vu is a feeling when you instinctively feel as if the entire situation, the surroundings, the people, the entire scene is being repeated in your life. As if it has happened before, even if it hasn't.

But I've had instances where I feel as if the moment I'm living right now, is soon going to be just a memory in the chapters of my life.

So what do YOU think about?
Can you believe I was asked that once? What do I think about.. Hmm.. I can't just say ONE thing, cause I think about a lot of random things, they just pop up in my head randomly. I relive a lot of moments over and over, I think a lot about the "what if's", I daydream about situations that are never going to happen, I play a song over and over in my head, I wonder what other people have lived, I imagine how it would be like to be someone else, I fantasize about unbelievable things, I just look out the window and think... Am I ever going to live that moment again?

Things that were hard to bear are sweet to remember. ~Seneca