Wake me up when september ends..

Its 10.01 pm, an ideal time to blog. I was off my old, frustrating life for about 19days. I have come back from Bangalore with cold and cough, hope its not swine flu...:) I'm going to make this post descriptive, although there are no subscribers to my blog.
I was a severe stutterer before I leaped to the place, that has and is continuously changing my life. Within two and half days, I reconstructed broken dreams, started respecting myself, started falling in love with life. There was actually lot that one could do with life! I got friends from everywhere, interacted with people from all ages, all types -students, jobless, employed & self-employed. The environment was like full of positive energy. No, I am not promoting the place. These are just the words that come out. I am recollecting and writing all that happened in the last few days. Did I mention, I got a new friend Chetan? He is a fashion photographer and has done the photo shoots of Anushka Sharma. Yes, that's true.
And what's more, I learnt to be solitary. All my life I was a nascent Oxygen atom, dying to pair. I realized, real fun is in being unattended. For the first time, I preferred voice calls to chatting. Kept asking for phone numbers, calling, inquiring and hearing my own voice, amazed by the fluency and politeness my voice had developed. I suddenly felt, I could manage any job in the world. This happens when one finds a ray of hope in a continuous period of endless misery. Feels like wanting to try all good things in a moment that one previously just imagined.
September ends taking away all ashes of a miserable life. A new beginning, a new world, I vow to illuminate my soul. To you my life, I will be sincere and caress you to the fullest.
Apart from all this, spent 48 hours in a beautiful hill station in the South -  Kodaikanal. Its something like nature's playground, beautiful springs and falls, and air that one would love to breathe. The September life wasn't permanent, I have to return to the birthplace of my misery. I did it with courage. September ends and I find myself hooked to the old place, my hometown. In my journey I passed time with my hands on my first Apple iPod, and analyzing whats different in Bangalore. Here you can't hire a auto-rickshaw if you were more then 3 people. In my hometown, you can't hire one, if you are less then three..:)
Jokes apart, September ends..........

Broken Wings

One thing that people often compliment about me is that I was born with "Broken wings". This short but very meaningful phrase  can show the way I have looked at my life and all that life has endowed upon me. You can clearly get what I mean if you just visualize the scene described below.
"A hill top somewhere between an uninhabited grassland. Vultures flying all around searching for prey. One silent vulture is spotted on the top of a hillock, gazing towards his fellow vultures. The reason its so numb and silent is that it's wings are broken due to some immaterial cause. What is the one thing that's going on in its mind ? A bird without wings is lame. One need not exactly know what the thought is. Still, there's one word that is the gist of the thought -- hope." You may not fail to interpret the philosophy quite well here, unless you haven't read the Greek story of Pandora's Box. "Hope" was a fairy and some sort of anti-evil force as described in Greek mythology.
Philosophy apart, all I want to scribble here today is an announcement to myself that I have just decided to start writing a novel titled "Broken Wings". I will try not to be a copycat. But of course the novel isn't going to be full of boring philosophical lines as you expect. I am not a professional writer, and write only when I feel the urge to express. So, it'll be I haven't yet figured out the complete story line of the novel. Few days back somewhere I read certain tips about writing a novel. I don't remember the link although, but all I learnt was writing a novel of 200-250 pages requires a whole big can of patience. To write efficiently you need to follow something called the "Snowflake Method". It describes a complete systematic process of writing a story. On day one write in just one sentence, the complete gist of the novel. On the second day, expand the sentence into about 10-12 lines. On the third day try adding details and make it longer. Proceeding in this manner will make a novel more organised and better to understand by the end reader. TIll then..

Shopping @ Alishan

Alishan is one of the oldest fabrics stores in the city. I have been hearing the name from the Milind Soman days. Though Milind had no six packs, he was called a super model. Ad agencies were mad after him, until a big controversy hit him and another 90's model Madhu Sapre, when they were filed under for posing nude in a shoe Ad. He has been spotted in movies like "16 December" and one of Alisha's hits "Made in India".
Alishan has the tag line "of Men, by Men, for Men" similar to a quote by on of the need-no-intro guys, Abraham Lincoln. The only good thing that is going to happen to you there, is that you wont get to see much girls there, so you can decide and make a good purchase.

The store has lot of good brands, including top players Turtle, Louis Phillipe, Allen Solly; along with new comers like Swathe. I wouldn't describe what I got for myself as it isn't going to interest me or other readers. Whenever you visit a showroom, you get to see all kinds of people there. Even you see some guys who have lots of free time to waste, and come here to try at least 16 trousers but make no purchase at the end. Its not new that you get stuck in traffic, though not that long in Bhubaneswar, on a rainy day. Same was the case that day, but the reason wasn't a huge trolley or an accident.
Guess what, it were buffaloes. Not one but a herd was having a kitty party right in the middle of the freeway, leaving just one lane free for people. Looked like they had booked the other two lanes from BMC for the party.

People managed to drive through that single lane. Even all the horns in the city roaring at once, couldn't move the buffaloes. I got down to take pictures on my phone, as I always do when I spot unusual things. I waited a while to see who would the first person to drive away those buffaloes. No one came. I didn't disturb them either. Came back home, logged into twitter and updated my status "Bhubaneswar is one of India's cleanest cities".