Monthly Archives: July 2011
Life is a like a funny deck of cards. Here you are sitting and wondering what you did wrong. You try the various permutations – combinations, but you just don’t seem to find the right set of cards to get your stacks in the same order. At times, you come out all aces;hitting everything on a high.
You play cards like you play with life. When you’re happy and confident, there’s nothing that can stop you from doing what you want and your cards say the same. True, a lot of it has to do with lady luck but most of the time; it’s just you that’s deciding the fate. You can never go wrong with whatever you do. Your hand keeps burning the others’ fate.
It’s odd, but I feel like this is happening to me quite often. I try and play with cards that are never meant to be with me and end up losing more than what I bargained with at the beginning of the game. I’m going through what you would call an unlucky hand. I try and fight my way through, but the luck just doesn’t seem to favour me at all.
Hopefully, this turn runs out sooner than later. I’m tired of this game. Maybe I should try Blackjack for a change and see if my luck changes for the better. I could do with a lady blowing into my hand for good luck.
Why is searching for a house so hard? You like a place, you book it, you move into it, renovate it to suit your style, mood, influence whatever you call it. But why is it so hard? When it comes to booking a house, why do we take 3 steps forward and 5 steps back?
Why can’t we just go 3 steps forward and leave it right there?
The problem with us is that, when we see a place, we envision ourselves sitting, talking, entertaining, sleeping; basically spending each moment of our sleeping or waking hours in a place like this. When we stop to think of things like these, we are not thinking of a house; we’re thinking of a home. And we know that “Home is where the heart is”.
So then why is it so hard to find a place like this which we can make it as our own? The reason is because it’s hard to appease someone easily. The thought process that goes into one’s head when we think of moving out of a place where we’ve done so many things, played, partied, fought with each other basically leaves a mark on us that’s so strong that it’s literally imprinted in our minds, our thoughts, our feelings that we try and hope to reciprocate it in a new place.
Well, we’re currently looking out for a place right now and we have seen places I can’t even begin to describe over here. The one house that bowled us over and which would probably
bowl you over too is unattainable but also gave us such an invitation that we just couldn’t stop gushing over it.
6 houses down and we still think of that house when we see a new place. It’s become the benchmark of all the houses here. We’re getting that place because that’s not a house; that’s a home and you know how the saying goes, “Home is where the heart is”
Ok! So, this wasn’t a regular Saturday you meet up with the boys, have a drink at one of the many pubs in the city and have a roar of a time driving around to some unknown destination only to come back home and pass out. No, this was a crazy night out riddled with adventures. Why? Since it involved a little of drinking (after all, one can’t forget the drinking), one bike, 3 people and adrenaline pushing you to the limit.
It all began with a phone call…
Roommate 1: Hello Sheldon?
Me: Yes dude?
Roommate 1: Macha (a word signifying brother), my friends are coming over from across the border and we are going to have a party at our place.
Me: OK. So what does this have to do with me?
Roommate 1: I need you to tell Roommate 2 to get his girlfriend out of the house by the time they come.
Me: What? Why do you need the girlfriend out of the place?
Roommate 1: No dude, you don’t understand. I’ve had problems with this from the beginning and I’ve told him many times not to get her home. He doesn’t seem to heed my requests anymore.
Me: Ok dude. I’ll try talking to him. How many people are coming by the way?
Roommate 1: Seven.
Me: Seven? What the hell mate?
Roommate 1: Yeah. They’re going to be staying here as well, so you guys need to find something to do tonight since I don’t think you’d be comfortable around these people.
Roommate 1: Hmmm. Alright then. Let me talk to Roommate 2 and let you know ASAP.
All the while, Roommate 2 is listening to this conversation with his girlfriend sitting next to him and wondering what the hell is happening.
Roommate 2: What’s up Jaan (Word that signifies loved one – used for both guys and girls)?
Me: Nothing much. Our roommate is hosting a party out here with seven of his pals and he needs you to get the girlfriend out of here.
Roommate 2: No way.
Me: Yes. That’s what he wants and he’s said it plain and clear that he wants this to be done immediately.
Roommate 2: What’s his problem?
Me: I don’t think he has a problem with you Jaan. He just has a problem with her. I don’t think he likes you bringing her here.
Meanwhile, the girl’s attention perks up and she puts in her contribution to the situation.
Girlfriend: This is a sad scene.
Me: I understand. But right now, I need you both to leave the place so he can have his party.
Girlfriend: What are you going to do then?
Me: I haven’t thought about that yet.
Roommate 2: Let’s get out then. You’re not doing anything here anyways. So I don’t see why you can’t come out with us.
Me: Hmmm. Good plan. Alright then, what do we do / where do we go?
Roommate 2: Let’s get to a resort.
The time on the clock when we were discussing this was showing 9.30 PM
Me: Now? What the hell do we do at a resort at this time of the night?
Roommate 2: Well, we can have a ball of a time drinking, dancing and partying the night away basically.
Me: Sounds good, but I don’t see any resort that’s near our place and moreover, we have one bike. How the hell do we get to this place with the three of us on bike, out on a Saturday night and a horde of cops at various checkpoints?
Roommate 2: That, you don’t worry. Getting to the place is my concern. You just tell me what we’re going to drink and where we’re going to be staying.
I pause to think for a while. The offer sounded good. I did not want to stay at home with
seven unknown guys and I sure as hell did not want to know what kind of party
seven unknown guys would be having.
Me: OK. Let’s chalk up a plan to see what we can do. Obviously we can’t get to a resort at this point of time since it’s late to do anything. Let’s get to a hotel / a guesthouse and we can take it from there, alright? First, let’s get something to eat. Anyone up for Chinese?
Roommate 2 and girlfriend are both excited by the change of events and are having an
animated discussion about the list of hotels that we could go to without having
to spend too much for a room. This is when I start thinking. Ooh, I wish I had
a girlfriend at this time. We could have had so much fun tonight. The time on
the clock reads ten. The timeframe is getting shorter. We need to do something
fast. I can think about the girlfriend that I could have enjoyed with at another time.
So, the three of us get out for a meal. There’s a slight drizzle as we’re walking and I’m thinking about how we’re going to manage if the rain continues like this or becomes worse. The dinner was a boring affair. Apart from the starters – soup and momos
(dumplings), the main course sucked. We left the place quickly unable to savour
the dinner. On the way back home, we’re talking about the usual nonsense that
guys talk when a girl is around – ex girlfriends, commitment issues, parents; you
know the drill.
We get back home and we start calling up a few select places in the city which we knew were affordable and hospitable. No luck. It seems that on the night we do decide to book a place in one of the many hotels that the city offers us, no rooms are available. I smile at our rotten luck. The seven unknown guys are having a nice drink at a popular bar (read Hard Rock Café) and we’re sitting out here mulling over our stupid situation.
That’s when an idea springs to my head. Usually, I have this knack of thinking at the right things at the wrong time. This time, I knew the situation could not have been more befitting. I called up my friend’s cousin who was in charge of a beautiful guesthouse Sujata Guest House. This was a small yet aesthetically designed guesthouse with modern amenities such as your microwave oven, toaster, water heater and an air conditioner to boot.
Now, all we need is the booze. How do we get to a place which is filled with cops patrolling each and every main road? The plan was to get the booze and scoot to the guest house without encountering any non-friendlies. So, we rode into the night with a heart full of hope that the night would not be a wasted effort. We took the by lanes and the shortcuts and the up and down roads. We took more time than what it would take for a normal person to reach the place where we were staying. But we did not waver. We stuck to our plan and we kept pushing forward even though we knew the danger that lied ahead.
Two guys on a bike in the middle of the night is dangerous enough anyways. We were two guys and a girl, kinky, yet fun.
So there we were, three friends, happy campers as you can call us, enjoying the night away, drinking, laughing, talking and dancing. The old stories came up and new ones were created but what happened that night was fun all through. I’ve realized that as life goes on,
you meet new people every day and the moments that you spend with them are
cherished in your heart.
The next morning we came back the same way we left the previous night; three on a bike. This time, the world watched us go by as we proudly rode all the way home in bright daylight like newly crowned champions. The rest of the day was spent in recovering the lost energy of the previous night. So, in order to be fair to the spirit of the weekend, we ate, slept, got up, ate again, slept again, got up, had a few drinks, ate and then slept again.
This was some Saturday. This was some weekend.
All I could do when I saw the picture displayed as the header on my blog was marvel at nature’s beauty. It made me feel so warm and good. I’m sorry Robert, but I’m going to have to quote you here because you’ve shown us a lot with these simple words.
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
– Robert Frost
So until I see those woods again, I shall dream lovingly of what I have to do and hope that someday, that dream becomes my reality…