An eventful birthday month ! 10 years back 'eventful' translated to a party with cake, friends, family and the occasional LSD (well not true... just trying to be cool here). Anyway, now at 23+ 'eventful' doesn't seem to have the same positive vibe to it.
On my birthday I went for a walk. Yes, nothing fancy. No rave parties, no hookers drenched in Beer or covered with Gelato. Just a walk. The apartment complex is located right beside (almost right on top of!) the sea and they have a wonderfully long and broad strip of road for residents to jog, run or take uber-melancholic walks along. Steel railings are present to ensure no one jumps in for a swim, as they have a swimming pool for that, duh !
Anyway, the weather being very dark, very overcast with just the right amount of chill in the air that makes you yearn for a cup of chai or coffee, a walk seemed to be a very alluring proposition. The parking lot opens into the walking lane so I had to endure that space again. It's slightly depressing to see a Porsche Carrera followed by a Cayenne, followed by a Lamborghini, followed by a Ferrari and so on and so forth. The cars will look at you arrogantly and mock your servile existence as you think of what she must be like beneath the hood!! Umm.. moving on then..
Weather conditions hadn't changed the general mood of the city. Not that it's necessary though. But there are little things which perhaps tell you what the fabric of the city is all about. I remember in Calcutta, dusky clouds are enough to set off a ripple of excited anticipation, frustration, surprise (if you're from the Met office), and romance depending on which demography you fall under: young school/college crowd, office goer, the busy housewife who must collect the clothes left out in the open to dry. Everyone has a reason to love/hate the rains. And everyone has an inherent reaction to it. But here, people seem practically devoid of emotion. They walk on unperturbed by the fact that the sun has slipped quietly into the dark clouds. Almost hurt by the lack of acknowledgement of its existence on part of these people marching busily ahead. The first drops of rain caress the glass walled skyscrapers urgently. Then they hit the smooth as silk and parched as a desert concrete in vain. But it can't touch the people, they have opened their fashionable Gucci umbrellas quickly and in time.
When I walk back, it must have been around noon, the streets are empty. A slight drizzle made the air more nippy than it was and the roads ahead looked like a pencil sketch, all grey.
On my birthday I went for a walk. Yes, nothing fancy. No rave parties, no hookers drenched in Beer or covered with Gelato. Just a walk. The apartment complex is located right beside (almost right on top of!) the sea and they have a wonderfully long and broad strip of road for residents to jog, run or take uber-melancholic walks along. Steel railings are present to ensure no one jumps in for a swim, as they have a swimming pool for that, duh !
Anyway, the weather being very dark, very overcast with just the right amount of chill in the air that makes you yearn for a cup of chai or coffee, a walk seemed to be a very alluring proposition. The parking lot opens into the walking lane so I had to endure that space again. It's slightly depressing to see a Porsche Carrera followed by a Cayenne, followed by a Lamborghini, followed by a Ferrari and so on and so forth. The cars will look at you arrogantly and mock your servile existence as you think of what she must be like beneath the hood!! Umm.. moving on then..
Weather conditions hadn't changed the general mood of the city. Not that it's necessary though. But there are little things which perhaps tell you what the fabric of the city is all about. I remember in Calcutta, dusky clouds are enough to set off a ripple of excited anticipation, frustration, surprise (if you're from the Met office), and romance depending on which demography you fall under: young school/college crowd, office goer, the busy housewife who must collect the clothes left out in the open to dry. Everyone has a reason to love/hate the rains. And everyone has an inherent reaction to it. But here, people seem practically devoid of emotion. They walk on unperturbed by the fact that the sun has slipped quietly into the dark clouds. Almost hurt by the lack of acknowledgement of its existence on part of these people marching busily ahead. The first drops of rain caress the glass walled skyscrapers urgently. Then they hit the smooth as silk and parched as a desert concrete in vain. But it can't touch the people, they have opened their fashionable Gucci umbrellas quickly and in time.
When I walk back, it must have been around noon, the streets are empty. A slight drizzle made the air more nippy than it was and the roads ahead looked like a pencil sketch, all grey.
