missed flight

im waiting for my flight, having missed my original flight by two minutes, the girl who usually checks me in took pity and gave me the lounge card, im sitting among the first class regulars, most of them old and bored, feel like this pretender...but its quite ok, food is bad, coffee bitter but im happy i got this time to peacefully blog, with the wifi and a massage chair. im reading a book - andy warhol, the philosophy of andy warhol, and im enthused with ideas about my blog! ive been his big fan, but right now im practically buzzing with concepts, also i had a fabulous meeting and even though it helped me miss my flight, it was well worth it.

you know how you just have to nail a moment...how do you do that? how do you freeze the moment sand seeps, or the wave kisses, or when the lash falls down your cheek and he notices...well this is not half as romantic but i wanted to nail sitting among these pseudo achievers who feel segregating is gaining worth, wanted to nail this feeling, this high i am experiencing after a rushed day that was full of achievements, want to nail this very moment i am feeling, life could not be better, FREE is such a powerful word, you have no idea...

i don’t talk about the free diet coke or the massage chair, i talk about the free spirit and although relaxing, this "first class lounge" is rather over sold... life is so much more than a lounge that has a single toilet seat, or the crew that takes 30 mins to activate the wifi, its more than this feeling that will last a few hours, its not about the pot bellied, farting old men mingling around, flashing their wealth by glimpses of watches and phones and monogrammed bags, life is this moment of bliss, looking forward to being home, victorious... but im not complaining, i got my diet coke...( and it's free!!!)cheers!!!

best friend's wedding

my best friend is getting married. we have been together now for 17 years, a long time one would say, but look at us, we still havent seen a single movie in a theatre together yet, or holidayed together, we haven't even gone on a double date or other silly girly things we ought to do. yet we are, besfriends. we have had our moments, this once when we stuck this digestive in our mouths, it turns the tongue black, we would run to the mirror and stick it out pretending to be the goddess "kaali", or when we would pretend to be scared of the washing machine, we were older than the kids who are usually scared of rotating washing machines, but we just thought it was fun. then we have our "boy" moments, bashing them, or just romancing them, been there nursing each other's pains. boys came and went, college came and went, so did promotions and many jobs, we stayed, still laughing, still silly, still us.

we have not always been good, how can 17 years go by without any murmur of a hustle. we have had or differences, our odd fights, and we would always make up, one phone call and we were there, smiling at each other. i dont know anyone who can call me a "bitch" and make me feel good, idont know anyone else i could bake a cake for wven when im burning with a high fever, or anyone else i could forgive as easily. i have known her for so long and yet we feel like interesting strangers sometimes.

she has seen me through almost everything, seen my worst and my best, she never had to prove her solidarity to me, we could be silent and know we were heard, we could move far away and still feel like we just around the block.

i do miss the little "run aways" to call the boyfriends, a lil escapade lusting after an innocent adventure, i miss our school memories where we did everything possible to sit together, i remember how once she forgot her book and to save her i took the blame, but no, she wouldnt have it, how we kept tugging at the blame, till the teacher let us be, there are just so many memories and they are so sweet, so painful, so dear.

it pains to see you go so far away, to know that we may not have as many momeries together, but we need to move on, you need to make yours and i need to mine, and when we meet next, we will have so much to share.

you are my best friend and i am so happy to see you step into this crucial part of life, may happiness always kiss your feet, may you find in him the friend you are leaving behind.

what is mine?

many philosophers have argued the concept of possession, what can be yours? if one can barter it, is it really a possession? that doesnt last? well, it does, a moment spent with it, makes it yours and the more you like it the more it is yours.

i love the iphone. i lusted after it till i finally was blessed with one. the interactive, touch screen menu, the chrome frame, the slick graphics, everything about it made me fall in love. my romance lasted two months, till it was rudely stolen from my bag while i shopped for a juicy sienna t shirt. i dont think anyone really understands how it hurts, not just because its the most lusted after piece of art but the shock that anyone, and i mean anyone, including this invisible stranger who thought my phone was conveniently his, can simply break into my space and take what he fancies! anyone, can at anytime take what is yours...gets you thinking again, if it was really yours, it would stay...