Thoughts on Turning 30

Coriander leaves stay fresh for up to a week if rinsed, dried, wrapped in kitchen towels and stored in airtight containers inside the fridge. This is the most useful piece of information in my life right now.

Early in the morning, the sunlight comes through my front door, spills over my bed, travels across the room, brightening everything with a golden glow while I prepare breakfast with bajil, for myself.

Last year’s thoughts make me cringe.

The other day I was sleeping over at a friends place. The bedroom was pitch dark in the night. I could not see my own hands. At that moment I had a strong urge to go back home and sleep on my bed, watching the Moon through the window.

I make sure to carry exact change in buses to avoid conductor yelling at me. When somebody talks to me with a raised voice it keeps reverberating in my head for a long time.

I still have few years of cycling left in me. Got to figure out how to cycle around Iceland soon.

In other parallel universes, I might be busy whistle-blowing corrupt politicians or working in a garment factory somewhere in rural India or finding an efficient and scalable way to produce freshwater from seawater or I might be a cashier in a bank whose future is uncertain or saving the Earth by devising ways to reverse the climate change or I might be a night-time security guard of a forgotten mall in the outskirts of the city. It is a fact that in all these universes, one thing will be common: a three-minute phone call from my mother, around 9.00 p.m, asking what did I eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

Chairs are boring. It just sits there motionless. If I have to sit I have to come in front of it, place my butt in a specific orientation and then slowly put it on the chair. That’s no fun. Whereas, an exercise ball is so versatile. I can jump, bounce, roll, sleep, stretch, bend in all directions and also sit.

My ears perk up like a dog when I hear the horn of the garbage truck early in the morning. Key to happiness is a clean dustbin.

Behind the scene videos of The Office are so wholesome. Feels good seeing people laugh and having fun at work.

The days I feel low coincide with the days when the sun is not bright in the sky.

It feels nice to be able to control the fan speed, the volume of music, decide when to turn off the light or what to eat or what to wear.

How did my friends become my friends?

It’s so wonderful listening to people tell me that their life has been exceptional.

For many years I thought Satyajit Ray’s Panther Pachali is a strange name for a movie. I saw it finally and realised it’s Pather Panchali.

At the beginning of the documentary Supermen of Malegaon, an actor of independent films speaks about the role of movies in the life of a common man. People live their fantasies and get lost in the movies, even if it is for a short time.

When I was searching for a file in my PC I discovered my old downloaded music collection. There was a folder named ‘Devotional songs’. I stared at it for 3 seconds and deleted it.

I am writing this in my room. The room is located in Southern India which is on a floating rock in the Solar system. The solar system is in the Milky Way galaxy which is one among the billion other galaxies in the universe. Where is the universe? If somebody outside the Universe has to post a letter to someone inside the Universe, what address would they write?

My two-year-old niece asking her mother if ‘coyoonavayass’ has left or not, is my most-watched video in this lockdown.

I gasp every time a character on TV throws perfectly good food in the dustbin.

People ask what do I write about. I wish I could tell them I write hard-hitting commentary on the current social and political scenario of the country.

I am in my old college, walking past the playground. All the people I knew, at that time, are chilling beside the ground. They are forming teams to play cricket. After the toss, everybody scatters to take their positions. I am walking while drinking water from a bottle. With water still in my mouth, I run towards them. I want to play too. A friend of mine looks at me, gestures me to join his team. Still gulping the water slowly, I keep the bottle near the boundary and take my fielding position near the short-leg. The game starts and the ball comes to me. I fumble. They get an extra run. I wake up from the dream. I close my eyes with the hope that the dream continues. It’s too late.

10 Comments

    1. Hi Sidra, thank you for your kind words. It means a lot πŸ™‚
      I was reading your posts. I love how you have described places, food and experiences.
      Looking forward to read more of your writing.
      Thanks again!

  1. I don’t know if anyone could observe but your blogs are simply tickling light hearted ones talking about very regular things….I really loved it….it is funny how you talk about sitting on a chair is monotonous or when you mention the location of your room and also I found certain moments quite relatable -deleting the music album titled as devotional songs πŸ™‚ and the moments when we realize we were stupid last year πŸ˜‚ – ‘last year’s cringy thoughts’….It was an awesome read!!

    1. Hey Kundan, thanks a lot for stopping by and writing this wonderful comment. It means a lot. Yess..I do like to talk about regular things:) I am really glad that you found the post relatable and funny. Thanks again!!

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