You know how life is. Chugging along at a peaceful pace, reaching all the stations at the right time, occasional pretty views from the window, some that take your breath away, some where you wish time would slow down and some which seem like the worst detour.
This year has been relatively quiet with the usual spattering of manufactured life experiences. A proposal in Paris. AR Rahman singing Vande Maataram (though the taped version at the India-Pakistan World Cup semi-final seemed to have deeper gravitas). A photo shoot in a beautiful locale.
The moments that really moved me, though, are the more mundane, every day ones. The trips to the super market, the quick kiss on the forehead, an unexpected bright Supermoon, behind the concrete jungles of Mumbai, a favourite song on the radio.
I think my unrelenting pursuit of life experiences has now been tempered to a more realistic vision of the person I want to be, within the boundaries and limitations that I have. This dull roar at the background with people cheering on to seek your passions is rather tiresome. Or, is it? Is it too early to say goodbye to the extraordinary life I imagined? Is it too soon to give up on the eternal quest for immortality?
Perhaps.
Let's give it another go.
2014. A year I am looking forward to, for multiple reasons. A major milestone in my life would have been crossed and all this fretting over having the perfect flowers, the perfect staircase embellishments, the perfect shoe strap for the wedding would have been over.
2014. A year which will shape the next 30 years of my life. A year where I will build a life with the man I respect and love. A year where I will define how I want to live the rest of my days. The year I decide that my time here matters. And the year which will help me leave a mark.
2014. The year I shake off my lethargy and get to all the things I want to do.
Read.
Write.
Travel.
Sing.
Compete.
Contribute.
Photograph.
Save.
This. is. it.
And till then, let's all clap for the best wedding ever planned, etc.
This year has been relatively quiet with the usual spattering of manufactured life experiences. A proposal in Paris. AR Rahman singing Vande Maataram (though the taped version at the India-Pakistan World Cup semi-final seemed to have deeper gravitas). A photo shoot in a beautiful locale.
The moments that really moved me, though, are the more mundane, every day ones. The trips to the super market, the quick kiss on the forehead, an unexpected bright Supermoon, behind the concrete jungles of Mumbai, a favourite song on the radio.
I think my unrelenting pursuit of life experiences has now been tempered to a more realistic vision of the person I want to be, within the boundaries and limitations that I have. This dull roar at the background with people cheering on to seek your passions is rather tiresome. Or, is it? Is it too early to say goodbye to the extraordinary life I imagined? Is it too soon to give up on the eternal quest for immortality?
Perhaps.
Let's give it another go.
2014. A year I am looking forward to, for multiple reasons. A major milestone in my life would have been crossed and all this fretting over having the perfect flowers, the perfect staircase embellishments, the perfect shoe strap for the wedding would have been over.
2014. A year which will shape the next 30 years of my life. A year where I will build a life with the man I respect and love. A year where I will define how I want to live the rest of my days. The year I decide that my time here matters. And the year which will help me leave a mark.
2014. The year I shake off my lethargy and get to all the things I want to do.
Read.
Write.
Travel.
Sing.
Compete.
Contribute.
Photograph.
Save.
This. is. it.
And till then, let's all clap for the best wedding ever planned, etc.
