of being a Gemini

It finally stopped raining after 36 hrs. Of course thats because we are living in tropical rain forests where it rains shamelessly. Nothing else can explain this. Life’s been very odd this semester. It’s a struggle I’ve been putting up because that’s the only option I’ve been given. How do you show a happy face when at least 5 things have already completely absorbed and maddened you bordering to the limits of schizophrenia? How do we wear our smiles with our mouths wired shut?

I know crazy when I see it. It’s in the mirror these days. Although I am immensely thankful to be reminded of the many times that life hands me choices and then steps back. Somehow I screw up things completely every time mindfulness is a pain in the ass. And since I’d be dead if I don’t make it up, I put on my Superwoman cape and, amazingly get it all done.

Meanwhile, I’m lying to save my ass. I pretend everything’s just fine. I am at my happy best when I’m handling the troubles alone. It really works. Lie like a dog in such situations, and you are actually being virtuous. Or, less trivially, when the Gestapo comes by and asks if you have any people hidden in your attic, you say No! Lying can be a good thing.

The 12 day mid-sem holidays are about to end. I have been up to lots of mischief lately and hence the going will get tougher. The design classes are one thing all of us have started dreading. Hehe. Its panic time again. Like a girl/boy struggles with the teenage part of the life, we are struggling with this 5^th semester that would shape us into architects we want/ don’t want to become. We don’t eat, we don’t sleep, we fight, we overthink, underthink and do crazy things like getting up at 6:30 am on Saturday mornings to clean the room and wash clothes, watch lots of Scrubs, sweep the room floor 5 times a day, think of ooga boogas and maintain a binge chart when we eat like pigs until someone tells darling, your head’s not right.

Oh, I need an empire to overthrow!!

Someone turn me around. Can I start this all over again?

aww

Bhondu and Donkey after the annual bath.
muaah.

daddu

Chatting with Daddu is a rollercoaster now that he is in a different world. Its like two people on either side of a local train window, though I’m not sure who’s which side. Answering “ssups” and “kaisi hai parpotiye” for a while and suddenly the train starts to move. We run to maintain proximity and he tells me to enjoy my life, good food and my stay in kgp.

And then we realize the train’s slowing down for the next station. So we get back to “aur bata kgp mein sab badhiya hai na”, “hows the dep and profs” and “kaash aap convo mein aa paate”, “bhak sala”(s), “teri cycle kaisi hai ? mast na”.

Speed again.

Another round of “khush rehna bachchi” and “load na le”.

Next station. Train stops.

“kuch aur bata yaar”, “baarish ho rahi hainaa kgp mein” ( like hell ! :D ), “blogs likhte reh”, “aur haaan koi pasand aa jaaye to sankoch mat karna”.

Speed.

And for just one more time “pyar se rehna , kabhi mat jhagadnaa” “kgp ka mazaa le lo”.

He wants to relive his 5 yrs of kgp in those 20 minutes through me. He even tells me the secrets of pleasure that he himself must have taken 3-4 yrs to find out while he was here.

Yes I will enjoy the rains here.

And when it gets a little chilly in the first week of November, I will go to Chillies in the morning and have juice, bread and butter.

Oh and he writes beautifully, esp. for her :)