Maybe one day I can have a reunion with myself.... Sebastian Bach

An earthy yet very urbane woman was sitting on the railing of her terrace trying to mind her hair which was blowing all over her face in the untamed wind. And me? I was flipping through the pages of Femina, now and then stopping at pages that managed to hold my attention for more than two seconds. I was exhausted, not physically perhaps but the emotional turmoil too sometimes makes you behave like a depressed idiot. As if having ailing grandparents whom you are very attached to in a poignant condition was not enough my train was six hours late! Every second reminded me of the “old” times when returning from my grandparents place used to be a bittersweet moment for me. Bitter because I had to leave them and go back to resume my duties; sweet because they made every moment of my stay diabeteically sugar coated for me. Everything had changed since.

20 minutes later I was sitting in my train compartment scanning faces of the people sitting around me. It wasn’t much crowded. There were two old men discussing politics fiercely and there was a young man reading “3 Mistakes of my life”. I myself had graduated from Femina to “The Argumentative Indian”. Perhaps the young man wanted to enter some kind of intellectual competition because he suddenly ditched his current love for some book written by Jack Welch. My narcissist self wanted to believe that the act was to impress me but even if I had to choose ( no offence to Jack Welch!!) the old duo’s passionate utterings about Marxism was more electrifying.

The journey was going fairly smoothly. My mom was carrying enough food to last us if we undertook an ‘around the world’ trip. Maybe I was so insolently looking down on food because I get it 4 times everyday. Yes I was thinking about the world. About what went beyond FDIs, Strategic Business Units, brands and what not. Yes, this was the time to delve deeper for tomorrow I’d be a part of the same herd which falsely prides itself in being an army.
But that’s ok I guess. We all have the right and the habit of looking for the extraordinary in our otherwise mundane existencess…!!