Dhan theras,bomb blasts,fasting and celebration

I am going to buy gold tomorrow. My first ever gold possession. hahaha!!! Just caught my fancy to buy gold on dhan theras, tomorrow, a day before diwali. While some die in a bomblast, others fast for ramadan, some recovering from an earthquake, while an american weather forecaster blaming the japanese to have artificially triggered Wilma and Katrina and while Syrians being blamed for lebanon's woes, I am buying gold. hhmm....

fly me out my dream bird(man)...

Wanna get out of the desert, to greener pastures. Waiting for my prince charming, oops.. ah...my gaurdian bird, to fly me out of the desert. Or i have to grow my own wings. I think its better that way. I'll be my own prince charming........

relationships.

I finished reading 'mistress' by anita nair. I like the way she writes, maybe because i am most comfortable with contemporary indian authors. Not all of course.
After reading that, which so deeply revolves around relationships in a supposedly conservative kerala household. All the extra marital affairs that are given birth in their circles. Of course its fiction, but am wondering about this thing , marriage.
How people are foced to live with people they don't like just for the sake of their horroscopes matching or their parents thinking that the partner is 'perfect', or WORST of all because he/she is of a marriageable age!!!! "Its societies requirements, those who don;t comply are not normal", said a very close family friend, who i thought, being in her thirties, would be understanding. It is only such attititude that spurs extra marital affairs, etc... The most conservative households have the most bizzare deviators.
But who defines normal and ubnormal. Why should one be forced to live in a certain way. Doesn't the indian society pride itself of being progressive and flexible from time immemorial? We have suddnely become so rigid. Desperate to retain our "Culture". I think our culture is to be unique. How much ever we 'mordenise', we'll still be unique. So why not move on.
Why can't people accept a girl in her late 20's enjoying her life, her independance, her career. Whats the necessity for her parents to feel guilty for not getting her married. If she finds someone she feels comfortable with, she'll marry, big deal. Who knows that she'll be happier if she gets married NOW.
The same family friend said, people talk things and gossip. SO WHAT!!!!!!
I talk about other people, SO............................

Can't we be free to make a choice for ourselves?

the green desert.

Am still soaking into the city , since i am back. Getting wet, and obviously bored. HAve to catch up on my assignments. Its been a while.

I suddenly realised that i am constantly smelling the scents around me, for no particular reason. I don't know if other people do it too, But i seem to be doing it all the time. And am constantly making mental notes about the smells. Like when i came back to dubai, i am constantly smelling and reminding myself unconsciously, this is how it used to be, or something like that. Pretty much like what i do when i listen to music , any kind, i am always choreographing steps for it in my mind, or at least dancing in my mind.
Does any one else do it??

indian consulate

went to the indian consulate for the first time ever. HAve to go back tomorow in the morning at 8. Cant wait to see how things work inside. Not allowed to use cellphones inside the consulate!! Never knew that.

soaking into the desert

its the fourth day since i came back. Yesterday went hunting for a bookshelf. Have so much of books and design magazines to store.
While i was going around shopping, a thought occured to me that its so strange that, the more cosmopolitan a city is, the more segregated the different nationalities become. They try harder to look their nationality. Of course it is not a 100% true statement. There are people who get influenced and change their look. I dont't know about other big cities but , but this one is surely a huge kichdi.

will write tomorrow.

back home

It is such a strange feeling to be back to the city i have called home after having lived in it for only 2 years ( TWO YEARS !!! gone by so fast) . This was my first proper vacation ever. Almost 4 years since i spent more than a month with my family. The first 2 times i arrived in this city, it was with an expectation and hope for a job , a new life. The six months before my vacation was all excitement to go home. shopping and stuff. BUt now i dont know what to feel. I feel, what have i come back to. Feel like i have come back to a new city, yet everything seems familiar. Have never felt like this ever before. Missing my family for the first time ever in my life.
Want to quit my job.
Want a better life.

wonder where i'll end up. Or should i wonder at all.....

me

color and colour.
The rainbow is my colour
The eyes see colour