Ramblings
And here I am, back from the land of viral fevers - funny how this blog, as my creation, feels a bit like a child, and my not having written anything (and therefore having neglected it) for quite a while now makes me feel rather like a guilty mother! Anyone else know what I mean?
This new year's been very weird - for the first time in quite a while there was no excitement leading up to the 31st, no 'what will I be doing', no festive feeling - perhaps that's because last year was easily the worst (and the best, my marriage being the one thing that saved my sanity and kept me whole) in my entire life - friends and family reading this will know just what I'm talking about. So I certainly wasn't in any partying spirit - all I could pray for most fervently was that things would improve with the dawning of 2006 - though, of course, the cynic in me couldn't see how moving from one day to the next could make all the difference in the world. I mean, this Gregorian calendar is an artificial, cultural construct - the Bengali calendar, for instance, is completely different. New Year's going to happen only in April for us Bongs. And the fact that Delhi's been so miserably, unnaturally cold didn't help.
Then, of course, I went and got viral fever and so ushered in the new year from bed, with a temperature that alternated between 100 and 103 degrees. Oh yes, and I watched this thriller called Final Destination 2, which was all about these people escaping death and then Death (yes, that mean guy with a capital 'D') hunting them down and kicking their asses (as Ross would say in Friends). But my good deed for the year where my own self is concerned has been joining the gym where my husband works out a week back - something I've wanted to do for quite a while now - so last week saw me huffing and puffing away at all these clanking machines (some I feel positively terrified of), staring enviously at nicely toned and far stronger people around, and doing some more huffing and puffing in a bit to join their ranks as soon as I can. And I'm a mass of aches at the moment and letting out these screeches if I even so much as lift my arm - I never even knew I had all these muscles in all these spots!
But don't be fooled by my moaning - gyms are good places. And highly addictive besides.
About Me
- A very cool cat
- A confirmed misanthrope, I'm a great believer in personal space, and living and letting live. Admire and appreciate intelligence, self-awareness and humility in people, and detest arrogance, rudeness, selfishness, avarice, ignorance, meanness, irresponsibility, bigotry, and callow, youthful know-it-alls. Passionate about animals, especially cats. And I love sunshine. Really don't see the poetry in dark, gloomy skies, dank weather, and mud squelching underfoot.
8 comments:
Hello gymmer!
If you don't post a picture on Orkut soon, and I mean by the end of this week, I shall start littering your blog with sleazy comments.
You have blog guilt - and most disturbingly, I know exactly how you feel! (Even more disturbing is that I have a term for it!)
I will, soon, Sayantani. I've started creeping into Orkut most guiltily because of the lack of photo thing - I can only imagine you gnashing your teeth at my delay!
Payal: I knew you'd know how I felt! Blog guilt - I like the name!
Me like this train. Me staying on. So thar.
Its great that new year comes during winter.
It damn hard to party and celebrate when its 45 degrees outside and inside you got no lights.
Winter.. thats the most magical time of the year I think. It feels good to fall sick in winter. I mean you can cozy up in bed and relax. No one gives a damn if you miss a few days at work. Before Christmas/New Year people are too relaxed to care after they are too depressed to care!
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Enjoy life! This is the only one you got!
Oh yes, winter certainly is magical (and it seems even more so now, with the blazing heat outside!) - and I agree with you - if one has to fall ill, it's much better to have that happen during the winter months!
Delhi Summers are amazing!
I love the 44 degree days with the loo really cooking things nicely!
Walking in that heat brings you closer to God (in more than one way if your not careful!) and I think of it as a spiritual experience. The best thing is your sweat dries faster than you can generate it. :D
There is one thing which can't be beaten about the Delhi summers.
Its the summers morning.
Get up half an hour before dawn and go outside (if you have a garden its even better!).
Smell the night air and the summer flowers. See the stars boiling away in the sky far above your head.
Feel the gentle caress of the Summer night.
Then slowly the Sun rises across India. As it turns warmer you realise how cool the night actually was.
The only crap time in Delhi is when the monsoons are on. You just had a nice refreshing bath. You feeling like the king (or queen for the females!) of the world.
You enter your nicely chilled AC room (thanking god you can afford an AC). Lie down in bed.
Then the lights go out and within ten minutes you are lying in a pool of your own sweat.
Lol - I know what you mean. Unfortunately, this particular experience is no longer limited to the monsoon season - Delhi's dry heat has long since given way to intense humidity, and since there's hardly ever any electricity, regardless of whether it's summer, winter or monsoons, all one seems to do is sweat!
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