It is incredibly fast how we grew up. I still remember myself as little girl going to school in the rain with a bag on my shoulders and red gum boots on my feet. I hail from Goa, it’s a small state on the western coast of India, where I grew. It has three seasons, warm summer, monsoons and the cooler summer(though it is called as winter but the temperature seldom gets below 20 deg celsius). I love the monsoons because I love the rain. The smell of parched earth and the sound of the falling rain stir magic in my soul.
The monsoon season in Goa begins in June and extends till the end of September, with peak rainfall in July. Our academic year too, began in June. It is was fun getting wet in the rains on my way to or back from school. Sometimes, we would have a holiday because it has rained too heavily. After school, I would reach home around 2.00 pm. My grandmother stayed with us and if I was too wet, she would, give me a warm water shower before I could get down to eating lunch. I would sleepily eat my lunch and then have an afternoon siesta. After that, it would be homework time and once that was done it would be a time for making paper boats and throwing them through the window in those little streams of water in our garden.
Gone are those days… when everything was lovely, life was a fairytale. I grew up from a little school girl to a teen. Then, went to college and graduated. But I still believed in magic and of course believed that I would find my eternal love and live happily ever after. However, a few encounters with various people and circumstances taught me otherwise and today, I have grown into hard core practical women who is afraid to believe in anything lovely for the fear of being disillusioned.
It amazing how life turned 180 degrees when I left my home for a job and came to Bangalore, a city of just materialism and nothing more. A city where people value you by the brand label on your clothes. And a city that gives all the big luxuries of life, but denies you the simple pleasures of peace, fresh air and silence. Oh God, my quest for a good career changed my entire life. And if you have a glimpse of an usual day in my life today, it is just a sequence of the following events
1. Wake up in the morning, get ready to go to work.
2. Get the breakfast ready, swallow it while brushing my hair.
3. Go to work, get stuck in the traffic jam.
4. Reach office, work.
5. Go home, get stuck in the traffic jam.
6. Reach home, rest a while and get the dinner ready.
On weekends, rest a little, spend time with my husband, go to church, go grocery shopping, sometimes go to a dinner or a movie.
If rain in my life has been replaced by traffic jams, is it any wonder if the loveliness is replaced by mundaneness?
January 19, 2008 at 8:29 am
Pope relishing off-field MLS challenges
In our chat he admitted how much corralling he was going to have to do over the next few months,