I first heard this term as a part of a team for Cactus Flower, the annual campus magazine in Pilani. The thought was that after four years in a protected and as-close-to-ideal environment as Pilani, one feels lost, a sense of rootlessness when one has to leave it for the Big Bad World. Somehow it didn't happen to me then.
But now it has. In a different place. At a different time.
Imagine being in the most vibrant city in India, and that too in a killer location (stretch your hand and you can touch the mall, the cinema, the beach and umpteen good restaurants of all budgets and cuisines). Over the past year the mind and stomach have attuned to being within the hallowed portals of our residence before the evil hour of 11pm. Now, either over alacrity at the prospect of us leaving in less than a month or in a desperate attempt to assert that they are human after all, the powers that be have graciously allowed a 30 minute extension. Oh!
(Cup mouth with hands as the eyes sting with tears. Hug those at the left and the right. Recover just in time to flash a perfect smile with perfect, white gleaming teeth. Mouth "Thank you, thank you" a number of times. Look dazed and poised at the same time.)
Right.
Now that it has been dispensed with, what do I do with these extra 30 minutes? What do people do between 11pm and 11.30pm in Mumbai, the commercial capital, the fashion capital, the city that never sleeps? I have not thought about it in over one and a half years. And suddenly, I feel like I am standing in front of this whirlpool and it is sucking me in.
P.S. One movie that comes to mind is Shawshank Redemption. Not very encouraging but it would have to do :P
2 comments:
:) I'd say with 20 days to go, it gives you 10 more hours of freedom in Bombay before you pack!
That's half full :P
PS: Nice new look for your blog... good job!
@Mihir: A different perspective, and definitely brighter than mine! :-)
About the blog: Thank you, thank you :-)) Mostly for your advice on "How to create a fantastic blog" :-D
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