I have shifted to Gurgaon, I’m missing Delhi a lot and I’m sure Delhi is missing me as much. No matter how much I crib about Delhi- the heat, the crowd, the distances, the people, being a single women in a metro, blah blah – I am connected to the place deeply. I am at my easiest best here, no fuss and frill. Yes, I am aware that Gurgaon is like a part of Delhi, but hell, its not Delhi! Where are the GK M Blocks, Sarojinis and CPs? Ohh…I am already missing Delhi too much. And to make things worse, I had to go through the trauma of packing and shifting all on my poor own. This was the demon that scared the shit out of me for the full last week, and I was in deep blues. Now I’m orange. Whatever! Lolzzz So I packed my stuff – a major part of which turned out to be clothes. I wonder where all these clothes were hiding all this time. I always seem to be running short clothes to wear. And I swear I don’t have enough clothes for work or otherwise, and all my morning bad moods are justified on my part. (Yes, mom…it’s true). Then there were loads of books, but no cribbing here – I’d rather be without clothes than be without my books. (Not literally, of course). And then came the interesting part. I came across a few things that I’d lost, or I’d forgotten having them ever. I was giggling over a stupid few, nostalgic over some and was thrown back the ever-cluttered memory lane by a few. And here I am, no- you can’t escape, to give a brief account of all these things.
- An old football shaped key ring, gifted by a big time crush of mine. I never used it. Ah, emotional me!
- A collage time photograph that I’d meant to throw off, that has me and a batch mate, male, where I am saying something to someone out of the frame (yes, I am always saying this or that, even when I am being clicked. That’s my charisma. What? Idiot? Huh! ). And with my prominent pout (I guess I was saying “poor you”, it’s close to what my lips look like in the pic), it looks like I am about to kiss the guy in the frame. Phew!
- An Archies, Ansal Plaza buyers slip from MBA time, for a caterpillar soft toy, I’d completely forgotten about. Where is my Goshi (It had a name, excuse me!), I want it bacccccccckkkkkkkkk!!!
- A delivery slip from Ferns N Petals for the flowers Dad sent me on the first birthday I celebrated in Delhi, sad and gloomy, without my family. Okay, not THAT sad and gloomy. Back home, I always made an issue over celebrating my birthday outside, with my friends. But once in Delhi, all on my own, I really missed all that. And Dad taking the pain to search someone who could arrange the flower delivery from Kota to Delhi, online, is an exhilarating thought. I love you Dad. (He doesn’t read this blog, that was the first and last time he had anything to do with internet. What pity Dad, you don’t know what you are missing – this blog. I still love you.)
- A cute crayon drawing done by my little sister when she was, let me see, 6 or 7 years old. It has a shy, very shy baby Tarzan standing in a forest, and behind him, on a tree (with purple leaves, don’t know what struck my sis?) there is a smiling snake. See? Could even Picasso paint a smiling snake? I still find it cute and I’ll get it framed soon.
- A Cadbury’s Dairy Milk wrapper, the back of which has a quote written in my sexy handwriting – “How would you like to jump on the stars, Carry moon-beams home in a jar…” Don’t ask me the connection, I’ve blissfully forgotten. Actually, I haven’t. But I won’t give out my secrets here. Jeez!!
- A worn out note, torn clumsily from a notebook, which I found on my desk on Physics tuition one day. No, it wasn’t a love note for me. I use to scare away guys from me and from my poor friends. (ha ha). The note said – “Please don’t call guys by names that you and your group have kept in secret. They are no secret any more.” Wow, that was a nice, a change from feeling bad about shifting. With a Tata sumo stuffed with bags full of clothes and books, I started for my new destination. That reminds me, I won’t have internet connection for some time, and so have patience. :P :P