Skip to main content

Emotional knapsack!

As I stare at the credits of another one of those happily ending romantics, all weepy and choky, I know that the next thirty minutes or so are going to be ecstatic!
These thirty minutes for me are so emotionally charged, that I am very sure, I am floating at least a millimetre above the floor during them! 
The reason for the strange positivity in the air, I know not.
But as they tick by,  I forgive my mom for yelling at me. I thank god for the lovely weather. I laugh like an idiot over silly things. I suddenly know what the tattoo on my shoulder's going to be! I want to chat with my friends. I want to cook. I want to make my parents tea. I even picture Ashu and Shaily with kids! 

 It’s in these precious thirty that I am in such a high that classes, college, career mean trash. There is more to life than the tangibles. Love, friendship, trust, sacrifice, joy... they are all that matter!

There are no inhibitions. No second thoughts. No holding back. No regard for "if I do this, that could happen!"
At times these thirty make me do things I would never even consider doing. Is that giving you a positive vibe? It’s the opposite! The things you avoid when you are in your right mind, (and by right mind I mean not so utterly euphoric) are better left unscathed. But the spell the movie has you under, has disarmed you incompetent to be discrete. You want to sort things with the freak you stopped talking to, because all of a sudden, the reason for the lack of conversation seems irrational. Big mistake! You want to call another one who screwed you over and say "it’s okay, let’s forget it" and apologise for being aloof.  Somebody hold me back. I wouldn’t have even cared to think about these jerks otherwise! 

And I relate the intensity of this crazy urge to "sort things out" directly proportional to the number of tears you shed during the movie. And if the end of the movie leaves you all wet and weepy... I am bound to do something that I'll regret later!

So do I shut off my phone and go to sleep so I don’t do anything stupid?
Na... I can’t! Because I love being the person I am during these thirty. I cannot put her to sleep just because she might do something that'll send me banging my head into a wall later. I want every second of those thirty minutes. I want to get that high. It’s during these thirty that I rediscover the hopeless romantic in me! Cliché?  Maybe...  But very apt!

Comments

  1. Aha! So the next time you are planning to watch one of those weepie five hankie movies let me know the time they are going to finish. I'll be there to ask for some special favours while the halo of goodness lasts! BTW which was this movie which caused this grand effect... want to experience that too....

    ReplyDelete
  2. omg amu.... m i reading dis as ur thots!!!!! its kinda suprisingly amazin.... day by day u gimme more reasons to admire ya!!!!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Kids!? Now you have gone too far here... one thing at a time dear.

    BTW, which movie got you soooo high?

    ReplyDelete
  4. hmmm....first of all,uncle is surely gonna ban u from watchin such movies where u throw ur carrer in trash!;)

    Secondly the director will pay you for deriving the real essence of such movies!

    n thirdly its Great!!u in ur blogs amicably define the ideas which are unclear to people who definetly go through them yet never wonder Why??
    you do it n thats the beauty of ur write ups..!!
    love

    ReplyDelete
  5. Btw...it has taken me by big surprise seeing u all mushy n romantic!!

    ReplyDelete
  6. verrry nice dear..

    ReplyDelete
  7. thanx all!!!
    there isn't just one movie.. there are so many!!!
    @anshu ma'am: haha! wouldn't mind doing something for you even without the halo! :)
    @shaily: i m sending you the dvd. and pa didn't really get the blog. so no worries there! ;)

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Not poor enough

I admit it. Nothing gives me more joy than spending a few morning hours in a coffee shop, in the middle of a workweek. Nothing. Not a Marvel movie. Not the best pizza in the city. Not a romantic sunset. Not even Krit finishing his meal. Everywhere else, I usually lack focus and give in to distractions pretty easily. But the fantastic combination of caffeine and cheerful music works wonders.    I have been trying to work on a research paper for a few weeks. I was looking at journals so I could tailor my article according to their specifications. After shortlisting a few, I realized I might need to pay a small fee because the publishing houses are kind enough to provide these articles free of cost for people to read. A way to go around this fee drama is that our institutions can buy memberships in the publishing houses. That way, we do not have to pay the fees individually. Unfortunately, I only know three institutions in the country that have actually bought these expensive subscription

Wired different

During my college days whenever somebody described their journey with a " there was a baby ", I would immediately revert with a sympathetic "Oh no".  Fast forward a few years and I am on the other side of the table. To the people who haven't travelled with a baby, believe me when I say that the only person deserving that sympathy is the one holding that baby. To those whose children have grown up, I am certain you would agree with me. If not, our mechanism of self-preservation often makes us forget things that have caused us significant distress. Maybe this is just one of those things!  My boy is almost a year and a half old and is turning out to be quite an interesting person. He and I flew from New Delhi to Nagpur last Sunday. The last time we had travelled together in August 2021, by the end of our trip, we were both in tears. I distinctly remember standing at the baggage claim taking deep breaths, trying with all my might not to openly weep. I wonder if time

Where dwell the brave at heart

My blogger recently reminded me that my last post was back in 2011. Although its intent was probably to get me going at another write up, all it did was make me feel old.  Back when I thought I was a blogging pro, there wasn't really much to play with online. Over the last couple of years, I have felt quite out of sync with the online world and I often feel overwhelmed with the amount of content thrown at me. Probably for this very reason, I have withdrawn into the offline. So forgive me if my writing is a bit rusty.  I recently had a son. We call him Krit. Although the internet wants it to mean handsome, it is Sanskrit for 'to create'. I was drawn to the name for two reasons. It is crisp. Just the way I like things. And, it isn't an adjective. I do not want to burden my kid with living up to our expectations of him being sweet or kind or loving or successful. So, now that I have introduced my son to you, let us get to the real deal.  When you make a baby, your centre