Summer blues

SKY

There’s a sun and there’s an Ahmedabad sun. Our Ahmedabad sun is very active and does not believe in taking a sabbatical.  I hate summer (well, this is an under statement). I always tell my friends if I would have lived in a cold country then I would have won the Nobel prize.

My mind doesn’t work in summer. I am on a pause mode 24×7. This blog is to break the monotony. Break the horrible feeling of not writing anything.  I am only dreaming of cool mountains, crisp fresh breeze and warm cups of tea. Holidays are eluding me. I am diligently working.

I am dreaming of rains. I am soaking in the memories of Odisha’s magical rains. I am basically dreaming to escape the heat, the dust.

I know, I am lucky to work in an air-conditioned office. The other day, I just walked out of the office in the evening. It was sizzling hot even though the sun was getting ready to say a goodbye. I looked at the sky and it looked like a colorful canvas. I captured the sky in my phone camera. Suddenly summer felt soft and sublime. For a nano-second.

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Istanbul

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(Hagia Sophia, Istanbul at dusk. Pic David Spender (Flicker)

 

Istanbul is my fantasy. Istanbul is the lover I have never met. But I have loved wholly and substantially.  I have spent long nights reading Orhan Pamuk’s Istanbul. I have spent hours day-dreaming about Istanbul. I have longed for Istanbul.

Istanbul has been too near yet too distant for me. All these years. On a sizzling hot May night this year, I had booked my ticket to Istanbul. For a week long visit.

And then the bomb blasts happened in the city killing 11 people. I hoped things to improve. Then the massive airport suicide attack happened sending shock waves across the world. Still I wanted to go ahead. And then couple of weeks ago, a friend of mine called up very early in the morning telling me about the military coup. And then as they say, rest is history.

Few days back, I cancelled my ticket.  The cancellation money for the Istanbul ticket got deposited in my account much sooner than I had expected. This is one ticket cancellation that brought tears in my eyes (Aah.. and I thought I m inching towards detachment).

I feel, places are like lovers, You might be ready for them, but they might not be ready to embrace you, let you to explore their inner soul.

My young colleagues decided to cheer me up and gave me a little note saying, “Istanbul told us — it’s seeking you too. Just wait.”

Yes, we are all actually waiting for one thing or another.  In transit, always waiting. Waiting for tomorrow, happiness, love, sometimes death too.

I am waiting for Istanbul. Till it’s ready to embrace me. Inshallah.

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India. Ahmedabad. 2016

single

 

A bachelor friend of mine is looking for a house on rent. The questions faced by him ( by potential landlords) are as follows..

Are you single?

Do you eat/cook non-veg?

Do girls visit you?

Do you invite your friends?

Do you come late in the night?

Do you drink (not water definitely) at home?

What’s your caste?

 

… India. Ahmedabad. 2016

Next Super power. A la Shanghai. 21st century.