The package deal dreams

" Tell me have you ever wanted someone so much it hurts,
Your lips keep trying to speak but you just can't find the words,
Well, I had this dream once,
I held it in my head."

---- We owned the Night by Lady Antebellum

250 kms has handed me certain dreams. I didn't ask for them.These came in as a package deal with 250 kms. 250 kms just gave them to me as if challenging me and at the same time mocking me for believing these would come true. A part of me believes these would come true but a larger part of me reminds me that I may be getting ahead of myself.

I really don't know whether 250 kms will win or I. 250 kms is definitely ahead with me trying hard enough to catch up.

Dear Frankie!

Dear Frankie,


Let me first start by thanking you. For all those advice, support and encouragement. I won't say I'd be totally lost without you but it wouldn't have been easy had you not been there. 


I'll be honest Frankie, deciding to come over these 250 kms wasn't easy. Specially for someone who has never lived alone. Most importantly never been alone! The shear thought of not having anybody to look after me day in and day out scared the hell out of me. Well Frankie, thanks for looking after me. Thanks for letting me know ups and downs are part of life and I won't sink down with them. I'll have to admit, at times when you would deliver those "everything will be fine" lectures, i really didn't believe you. I thought you were saying all those things to make me feel OKAY. Frankie, I can say that things are now somewhat OKAY though some wishes and some promises are still unfulfilled. I am keeping my fingers crossed Frankie, these too will come true knowing you are there.


Frankie, you'll be glad to know that i am kind of settled here, on this other side of 250 kms. Like you said, things aren't really that bad on this side of 250 kms. Well, i am still exploring this side of 250 kms.You know what Frankie, at times I feel like Konkana Sen Sharma of 'Wake up Sid' ....... New Girl in the City...... only that I still haven't found my Ranbir Kapoor. But thats another story.


Frankie, this side of 250 kms is Order In Chaos. I am use to Order now and love the Chaos.


Home is where the heart is. Right Frankie. Truth be told Frankie, my heart doesn't belong here..... i lost my heart to the place where I was raised a long time back. You know whats weird, I feel as if i only work here and continue to live on the other side of 250 kms. 


Anyways Frankie, Thanks for everything. 


Wait a minute, you must be wondering who this Frankie is. Before you race those horses in your mind, i present before you FRANKIE. 


In my journey across 250 kms:
Frankie is anyone who has helped me. Frankie is anyone who told me things would be fine. Frankie is anyone whose advice i can depend upon. Frankie is anyone who went out of way to keep me off trouble. Frankie is anyone who made sure I was okay. Frankie is anyone who told me the places i could go to in this side of 250 kms. Frankie is anyone.

Well, now that you know who Frankie is, here is a question for you. ARE YOU MY FRANKIE?

Keep wondering!

Thank You Frankie.

Best Regards,

Not so new girl in not so new city!

  

They Speak of Hometown!!

They Speak of hometown,
My hometown is a father who would fulfill each whim and fancy on hearing my innocent "please"

They Speak of Hometown,
My hometown is a mother who has always been more of a friend knowing what i wanted even before i realize it.

They Speak of Hometown,
My hometown is a brother who would never spare even a tiniest opportunity to fight with me but would go and fight the entire world for me.

They Speak of Hometown,
My hometown is a Labrador  who waits for me and greets me with a wagging tail, making me realize that he loves me more than he loves himself.

They Speak of Hometown,
My hometown are those demands for Sunday special treats, fights over the remote, late night ice cream excursions and race to see who climbs the stairs first.

They Speak of Hometown,
My hometown are those cousins whose friendship and fights are my lifelong treasure.

They Speak of Hometown,
My hometown is a Nani who eyes shine brightly each time she sees me like it were the first time she had laid eyes on me.

They Speak of Hometown,
My hometown are those successes and accomplishments shared.

They Speak of hometown,
My hometown are those wiped tears for those wilted and withered away dreams.

They Speak of Hometown,
My hometown are all those things that i can feel but can never explain.

Pipli & Gannaur - The secret love affair of Haryana Roadways

"Once upon a time there was a Haryana Roadways, which ferried passengers from one place to another, breaking down here, delaying passengers there. Then one day set on a journey it met Pipli. Haryana Roadways was spellbound though the same could not be said about the passengers. They met again and again and again much to the irk of the passengers. The love blossomed, grew & matured and there was no looking back. Passengers questioned and cursed but Haryana Roadways didn't bend.
Then one fine day Haryana Roadways met Gannaur. Others may create history but Haryana Roadways was sure to repeat one. And yes, the history was repeated. It fell in love with Gannaur as well. The passengers couldn't help but curse. But they dared not come between the love.
Haryana Roadways had found love. Maybe true love. And as they say the love for food is the most sincere love of all. The love, it was sincere, no doubts about that. Pipli, Gannaur and Haryana Roadways grew old together and they Lived Happily ever after."


Anyone who has ever traveled by Haryana Road would know exactly what i am talking about. My 250 kms have allowed me (actually forced me all thanks to the timing of my job) to travel by Haryana Roadways many times. Pipli or Gannaur are those two stops that Haryana Roadways take for refreshment. The Dhaba's would make you wonder if you should even think about getting down from the bus. And if you are those daring types, you would find fake soft drink bottles. Plus, if you are those "Expiry date checkers" like me, you'll be amazed to see that these soft drink bottles have no manufacturing dates, let alone an expiry date!


Actually, these two Dhabas are a conversation starter between you and the stranger sitting next to you as both of you will nod together in disapproval. Statements like, " Inhe koi aur jagah nahi milti rokne ko"/ "chee, kaise jagah hai"/ " chodo, bus mein he rehte hai" are common and can be heard doing rounds in the bus. Well, one would wonder why they stop at these places. The answer is simple. Free Food for the Staff. Well, as for the commuters, who the hell actually cares.


So, next time you travel by Haryana Roadways get ready to witness this love story kyunki do, sorry teen, pyar karne waloon ke bech main koi nahi aa sakta.  


Long live Haryana Roadways and of-course Pipli and Gannaur as well!

3 Month Analysis Report

Today, I complete my 3 months in the new city. Well, i have to say, the progress has been slow but it has been positive. Professionally the graph has been showing positive results but on personal front, i'll have to admit, the graph did dip into the negative which kind of weakened the sentiments in the hometown. Presently, the sentiments on either side of 250 kms are sober.

Along with new hopes, dreams, desperation, depression, anxiety, fear, excitement, enthusiasm coupled with some giggles and few tears, some of the things that i have discovered about myself are:

 - The traffic no longer holds any ability to scare me. I think the mind has developed a strong immune system against it.

 - The ability to cross the road in peak traffic has been reached to a satisfactory level.

 - The Garfield in me is on the rise (i.e. Low resistance towards Monday mornings). Also Monday is characterized by low brain processing.

 - The awkward feeling of eating alone has somewhat been shed, though not entirely or permanently. It now at times is accompanied by a grand feeling of loneliness.

Well, as of now the ship is sailing smoothing. I know that there will be rough waters and weather but i think i am ready. Ready for new experiences. Ready for new mistakes. More importantly ready to enjoy my Solo flight.