Creating Memories

I have often marvelled at how one's most wonderful memories are the ones that get created impulsively and on the spur of the moment.

the hastily arranged picnic...like the one we had in college, where instead of appearig for the corporate strategy exam, we all pooled money, hired sumos and went off to kasauli..just to have pakoras and chai, shivered delicately at the cool air, and then hurried back to eat tubfuls of fresh warm jalebis at baithak..

Or the lazy evening spent over rich conversation and rich red wine with no agenda, the skyline spreading above you, the siver and golden lights twinkling..and you engrossed in discussing the mysteries of life in the warm glow of a cane lamp...

Or the drive at 40 kmph on a 120 kmph highway, watching the mountains leisurely unfolding .....the car undulating with the softly curving tunnels..... the leisurely savouring of good company, oftentimes just that of your solitude, and in special times, that of resonant others, and feeling the cool soft breeze ruffle your hair.

Heated conversations over a midnight cup of coffee, on life, love, colleagues, politics, or even the state of the economy, knowing full well that the next day is a working day, yet savourimg the passion in the exchange of views....

the spur of the moment "yes" to going out dancing at the end of a hard and long work day when friends suddenly call. Dancing till the wee hours, drunk on life and full to the brim of music, the adrenaline coursing through your body that makes you feel truly ALIVE , crashing to sleep with each muscle in your body aching...and dreaming of nothingness...

the impulsive get together dinners at friends' houses where you eat so much dal makhani that your tummy aches and laugh so much that your jaw aches..

rolling on the floor laughing at a ridiculously funny movie, knowing the movie is stupid and its you that are hysterical with general well bieng and happiness...

or just lounging, plain and simple, with a blank mind...not even white noise, just basking in being alive, secure, safe, healthy and loved. And suddenly understanding what the word Languid means!!!

Yes, its been a wonderful weekend! How was yours?

The Mountains, The grass and The sea

The other day, a friend remarked how much he enjoyed watching mountains on the horizon. And I was set thinking.... I have grown up watching mountains on the horizons as far as i can remember and never once thought about it!! can see the Vaishno devi mountains out of my bedroom window in our jammu house...have driven through winding roads lined with cheer trees umpteen times, without even giving them a second thought or look...and just always always thought that the run rises behind the mountains and sets behind them...Come to think of it, I actually find the sea intriguing...the clear line of the horizon, with the sea and the sky merging. it just makes me feel overwelmed and awed to see the nothingness beyond. Makes you feel part of an open universe.

How paradigms change...Here we were, spending each day taking the trees and the grass and the flowers and the fresh air for granted, as our own...and then life brings you to mumbai :-)
I am lucky to live in a very green area in Andheri, and can safely say that am woken up with the suns rays on my face and birdsong in my ears and have my morning cuppa by the large baywindow watching parrots. (and i give a million thanks each day to the lord for these pleasures...)But Alas, there is no grass. No grass to set your bare feet on and make squelching sounds in the dew. No grass to sit on, and smell... No heavenly fragrance of fresh cut grass to come back from college and breathe in......its just indescribably fresh.
The closest i have come to smelling fresh cut grass apart from the original is the fragrance of the BIOTIQUE Biovera aloevera sunscreen lotion. Closest to the real thing. Beautifully summery and light. Try it :-)