I thought i was cold before i shifted to Gurgaon. The weather here is colder. And a lot of people, coldest. It’s an utter disappointment for someone who hails from Bombay. That city in the middle of a sea has its share of vices. Heartless people with a misguided sense of superiority ain’t one of them. The genuine warmth Mumbaikars exhibit can only be matched by the annoying humidity there. People back home smile without a hint of malice. Gurgaon, on the other end, is a city that’s stuck between a concrete dream and a dusty nightmare. The only ones who seem truly content here are the pigs that roam with no fear whatsoever of turning into bacon. Intriguingly enough, they’ve built a great rapport with the stray cows on the road. They don’t really have to share food but still, their co-existence is a classic lesson for us. Everyday is a lesson, come to think of it. If you are paying attention, that is. That admitted, i don’t have much to learn from Gurgaon. The lessons have been repetitive for almost a year now. Yesterday, the temperature dipped to 6 degree Celsius and i woke up in the middle of the night. I was watching a plotless movie with my eyes closed when something snatched my drowsy attention. I woke up and heard a shrieking call from the balcony’s end. As i got up to check through the curtains whether there was a bird, i noticed that noise was fading away. It must have been an owl. I don’t believe in superstition but i’m quite scared of them. On top of that — quite literally — my left eyebrow has been twitching for more than two weeks now. What if there’s a sign somewhere in this particular incident? You never know. What if the coldness you notice in others just another mirage by your own coldness?
For some of us, winter never ends
For some of us, winter never ends
For some of us, winter never ends
I thought i was cold before i shifted to Gurgaon. The weather here is colder. And a lot of people, coldest. It’s an utter disappointment for someone who hails from Bombay. That city in the middle of a sea has its share of vices. Heartless people with a misguided sense of superiority ain’t one of them. The genuine warmth Mumbaikars exhibit can only be matched by the annoying humidity there. People back home smile without a hint of malice. Gurgaon, on the other end, is a city that’s stuck between a concrete dream and a dusty nightmare. The only ones who seem truly content here are the pigs that roam with no fear whatsoever of turning into bacon. Intriguingly enough, they’ve built a great rapport with the stray cows on the road. They don’t really have to share food but still, their co-existence is a classic lesson for us. Everyday is a lesson, come to think of it. If you are paying attention, that is. That admitted, i don’t have much to learn from Gurgaon. The lessons have been repetitive for almost a year now. Yesterday, the temperature dipped to 6 degree Celsius and i woke up in the middle of the night. I was watching a plotless movie with my eyes closed when something snatched my drowsy attention. I woke up and heard a shrieking call from the balcony’s end. As i got up to check through the curtains whether there was a bird, i noticed that noise was fading away. It must have been an owl. I don’t believe in superstition but i’m quite scared of them. On top of that — quite literally — my left eyebrow has been twitching for more than two weeks now. What if there’s a sign somewhere in this particular incident? You never know. What if the coldness you notice in others just another mirage by your own coldness?