Bombay Blues!!!

Bangalore was my perfect place. Weekend visits to coorg , family time and work city life in bangalore.Sounded perfect! Only, I moved back to India with a job offer from Bombay. With unemployment from the last few months breaking me every now and then, I considered it. While in Newyork, I was living in one of the most sought out cities in the world, but I was nagge dby unemployment.Bombay calling was recieved well by a lot of people I knew. It's the Newyork of India,the city that never sleeps, city for young, well ,to sum it up..Maximum city! I could'nt wait to get here, to be free from unemployment,to finally unpack for good, to be in India, to start off.... I left NYC knowing things were going ot change forever and I literally kissed it goodbye. Arriving in Bombay I breathed a breath of fresh air in the humid air that hung above me, i felt a rush...that new start. The welcoming sunset view from the plane casting a silver lined skyscape, the hunt for the perfect charming house, to learn to speak hindi, to begin working..I was fuelled! In Bombay I did not rest.Every corner store had something to peep in for, every vendor on my street I greeted, every sale or exhibition I sought after, every opportunity to show a friend around was awaited, every chance to go to town was pounced upon,every dance class was a blessing and every party was inebriating.I did not curse the monsoon flood, I enjoyed the glaring music of ganesh chaturthi and navarathri, moved to dandiya beats, longed and loved the pleasant mild winter, and made it through sultry summers with zest. A year and 3 months on Banaglore is calling and I dont want to listen. I think of coorg, my heart belongs there, my parents , they need me most now and so I made my move. I know I will love every city I live in making it mny own, and bangalore will be mine too.Only, for now I am wallowing in Bombay Blues...!!!!

It's a boy!!!

A Bombayiite just like I would ve loved.A guy I ve been recently longing for.A guide to fit in all my little needs and wants around this lovely city. Takes me for a spin everynight with entangled hands on gear to the corners I do not reach on my own, the street food I was too afraid to try,the hangoutrs only a regular can fit in, a person to call you "meri Jaanu"!!! I blush as I write that. Blush??? Alarm!!! It's the perfect time to not be in a relationship and here it is starring straight in my face . I am tempted to turn and run but embrace it with all my might instead, too weak to let go of the lingering pleasantness that always surrounds me now.As I watch tv and write this, I notice I am living those cozy little scenes I always yearned for.I am happy except for a tugging guilt trying to pull me to think of the future. I am torn between the present and whats to come. The present so pleasant and the future a question! I was ready for marriage and waited for my parents to bring home the right boy. Its not that I could not wait no longer but my Jaanu got here earlier. Any other time in my life I would consider this word "Jaanu" so ridiculous. We, as in my friends and I detested North Indians. Why? For the Arrey's and Kya rey etc. It just dint fit in with us. We considered them loud etc. And here I am embracing the same. I even listen to Hindi music and decipher the beautiful lyrics with him. Do not fear it is not LOVE...!!!For the moment, I am lovin every bit of this madness, with fear being my constant companion, with resolutions being made and broken ever so often, a text, a call or just the sight of him!!!