The distant horizon.

3 February 2013.

Distance is just a concept. Before I travelled so many miles away, I was of the opposite opinion too. But a few months on this side of the world and the mind is forced to take a different perspective. All that hype about distance creating a gap between people and adding a crack in relationships, it’s all crap.

Because when you really care, no distance is too long. When someone on the other side of the world still looks out for you, the computer screen becomes a friend and the mobile phone an amazing companion. It’s not such a bad thing, this Distance. It allows you to let down your defences and really explore yourself. Overlook the perfections and find the flaws. Work on those flaws until you can step back and look yourself proudly in the mirror. And all the while, there are friends still calling out. People whose lives still include me, whose lives still involve me. The Gossip still finds its way to my ears and the problems still find my shoulder. The only difference this Distance really makes? The physical presence. The feeling of having someone besides you and just enjoying it. The silent assurance down the phone is just not enough. But yes the feeling of picking up the phone and picking up the threads of conversation from where you last left them, when you walked away… that feeling is out of this world!

To all those who mourn at Distance, take a look at the distant horizon. All those familiar faces and places are still there…just a look away. Waiting for you, watching for you 🙂31525_20130126_164945_long_distance_relationship_quotes_02


Good morning, sunshine.

2 February 2013.

An electric kind of happiness runs through me today. Since childhood, I have been crazy about the sun. So when England decides to allow a little sunshine in its day, it is Heaven on Earth! Off come the sweaters and on come the ‘glares’…! Such a day deserves an outing; wherever whenever.

Everything around looks so different, so ‘ illuminated’. There is warmth in the air and spreading all around too. Strangers share a smile and the bus is filled with chatter. Funny what the sun can do. It got me thinking about how the weather influences us in such little ways. When the clouds appear in the sky, the gloom spreads over all the people beneath it. And when it rains, sadness pervades all around. People weep and literally. I come from the land of sunshine and never have I felt more grateful for it. Until now, the sun was something I took for granted but come England and I began to count my blessings. The soaring, searing temperatures of the hottest regions in India are welcome now.

But when in England, do as the Engalnd-ers 😛 So on with the sweaters and up go the umbrellas. Wrap that scarf lest a chill catches you. But just for now, just for today……good morning, sunshine 🙂man in wheat field

To write it right…!

31 January 2013.

It is a relief to write at times. When millions of words are crowding inside your head and crying for a way out. But open your mouth and they all tumble out wrong. Keeping them in a safe option…but then again, not advised for your sanity. The words flit in within, driving me crazy….and then the fingers overpower that restlessness. They type as fast as possible…

The New Year is already 1 month down. February starts off from tomorrow and I chalk up another month in my series of London I(s). I am 4 months old already, and the glamour is fading out. The dust of habit is fast settling in and it feels like I’ve lived here all my life. Funny how getting used to any environment seems matter of fact within days. Oh all that fuss about ‘staying alone’. Cooking isn’t such a challenge, banks aren’t such a mystery and self-entertainment is a skill worth perfecting. In a manner of speaking, the months have rushed past…and yet each day has dragged on. Some nights I’ve just been glad to chalk off yet another day and at other times, there was no keeping tab on how the week was over and gone already.

Tonight is one of those nights when I am simply glad the day is over. It has been tiring but it has been boring. I have given myself company and I just want to escape from myself. Run up the hill and into the woods…to scream out loud. Feel alive and not alone.

Or maybe I can just write it right….and save myself 🙂


London i…!

Friday 21 September, 2012

So officially the last day before my first weekend here begins. There is a party air in the atmosphere already. People are gearing up with their party clothes while I load up on the warm clothes. The wind has started to get chilly. Yes, it bites..! But in the warmth of the ‘happening’ atmosphere around, I doubt that matters.

The culture isn’t quite a shock, but it is still difficult to comprehend. Everyone so decked up, or rather dressed down hehe in as minimum clothes as possible isn’t something I have seen on a daily basis…yet! People aged 16+ already look ‘wasted’. For a minute, I need to check my id card to confirm my age. I look a kindergarten kid in front of them. And that is a little unnerving. Not just clothes, but simply in the way they carry themselves. The ‘don’t-care attitude’ they flaunt so easily.

I am having my own adventure today though. In the bus to Brighton with Anushka, to check out the ‘night life’ as we describe it. Where the Pier lights fascinate us more than the pubs. Where the excitement brings goosebumps more than the chilly rain that just started impromptu. And where we get back ‘on a high’….minus the alcohol 🙂

London i…!

Thursday 20 September, 2012

So today begins the teaching. The real reason for uprooting myself from my motherland and landing up in this foreign country. The pull of language stretching across borders. The system is different, the approach to teaching absolutely alien. And yet, at the very core the topics are the same. It is, after all, the presentation that makes a world of difference.

Everyone is a fresher here…even the locals. And that is the best part of this campus  I would say. The fact that no one gives you a second glance just because you are dark-skinned. Life goes on normal for everyone, no matter what part of the world you come from. There is not ‘much ado about nothing’ 😉

The teaching is another fascinating part out here. The professor is a little less than a friend, with the way she interacts and talks. The lectures are absolute bouncers…or today’s was I should be saying hehe since the study system differs so very much. The only positive part, my prior knowledge is upto the mark..! But it is going to take me a while to get used to the way lectures occur. A lot is left to the student…whether that is good or bad I really cannot say. Today has only been the first day…

But yes, the library has enough to keep you busy and so here I am, burdened with books on the first day itself. So hello PG life 😛

London i…!

Wednesday 19 September,2012

I am up and about even before the sun has decided to peek over the horizon.  The after-effects of jet lag…or maybe the pressure of managing the day and the various activities it offers within next few hours. Everything here shuts at 5. And my brain is mentally wired to get my chores done mostly in the evening. Late nights are frequent with me, and early mornings a rarity. On the other side of the continent, my habits also seem to have flipped priorities.

Cooking for myself is one of those. Patience has always evaded me in the kitchen. But out here, surprise overwhelms the low patience. Come to think of it, over 50% of the day goes in either thinking up the menu for the next meal or in actually preparing it…and of course, cleaning up afterwards..! Thanks to Anushka, my housemate, kitchen chores don’t seem so bad. Now that we have split responsibilites. The first dinner together was an adventure and a good one too. The rice cooked well, the fire alarm didn’t sound off, the strawberry mousse packs I bought served good dessert. The butter went in a tad bit too much, but the curd we created into a side dish balanced the taste and look. And then we just sat about, mourning about India going to the dogs and yet silently glad we were joined by that one common thread….of being born an Indian.  🙂

London i …!

Tuesday 18 September,2012.

I hear a creaking right over my head. It feels like the whole house is going to fall on my head. A gushing sound begins parallely and for a second I find myself wondering what a waterfall is doing nearby. And then something pings….umm clicks! I am in a ‘full house’…with everyone clamouring to get their morning chores done before the other gets an advantage.

Welcome to my first morning on campus of The University of Sussex. A huge campus, an infinite sea of unfamiliar faces and a maze of buildings. Grocery to be bought, cutlery to be claimed, registration to be done…a long day ahead. Brighton awaits 35 mins away, a whole adventure in itself. Today I have the world at my feet. I can do whatever I want because it is a holiday. Tomorrow I join the fray. My first real lesson at ‘keeping house’.

A rumble in my stomach reminds me I have to figure out my breakfast. And for that, I need to get myself to the co-operative store on campus. Pull out the campus map and try to find it. Before I actually look for it, I take a moment’s pride in myself. For all my life, I have run away from Geography. Today Geography lessons are throwing themselves at my face and I am standing my ground. Maybe it won’t be that bad. I just need to stop being a traveller and become an explorer instead. 😉

So here goes, the shower tap is switched off…maybe I should try my luck at claiming the bathroom. Get out of the luxurious duvet and soak myself in warm water. By Jove, I need it. My arms are still aching from lugging up all the luggage so many stairs up till House No-34. Talk about trying to travel light..!

Oops, here goes the doorbell. No other option but to throw off the duvet (and my sleep) to open up. Alas, the disadvantges of staying on the ground floor. But the kitchen is right next door. So hello, breakfast..! And Good morning, Sussex 🙂