My Changing Ways

I have had the most boring week to date in Bombay. It's pay day, so you guys might think that I would be happily shopping around and eating out, well no actually I did none of those things. I was cleaning my house and then decorating it. I got carpenters and cleaning ladies prettying up the place. I think I have caught a bug, the nesting bug if I may say so. I am obsessed with decorating my room, not the whole house but just my room.

I don’t have much work in office, so I keep searching for ideas, you know checking out what Martha Stewart and others have got to say about these things. I then went on to get posters and painting printed out and then went ahead and got them framed. I like the feel of my room now, it says something. I never did this stuff before, but this time I am obsessed with getting trappings for the house. Lifestyle 3rd floor anywhere was out of bounds for me before, but now whenever I go there I am picturing the things to buy and salivating at the décor!

I guess it’s because of PP’s company, she is into this way too much than I am. She even bought matching spoons, forks and the other entire cutlery. It has kinda become our routine these days, weekends we go to farmer’s markets or art exhibitions, searching for something nice. And the weirdest part is I like it. I actually look forward to it.

 Last weekend, I went crazy cooking up a whole meal. We bought chicken, prawns and fish and I went all out and made a proper Sunday night dinner like my mom used to do. I know what you guys might be thinking, NESTING alert! But, I don’t feel like going outside, getting dressed and figuring from the million restaurant choices, it’s better to have a nice home cooked meal for a change.

This is supposed to happen when you are 40 or something right? I guess I am just fast forwarding things. I am in a job which I know I am not going to quit. So, in some sense I am settled down. I like this status quo for once. My life is moving pretty smoothly, no big changes, no surprises in the last six months or so.  I am like those potato farmers in that Van Gogh painting, leading a simpleton lifestyle. There is nothing different between yesterday and today. I am getting used to the mindlessness of it.

But the silver lining is that I like the Mumbai; it is very different from any other city that I have lived before. I often go walking and every time it feels like an inexhaustible space, a labyrinth of endless steps and no matter how far I walked, no matter how well I know the neighborhood and streets it always leaves me with a feeling of being lost. It keeps changing at such an impossible speed that I can’t dwell on anything for too long. Sitting near sea face makes me feel lost and found at the same time; it brings me a momentary sense of peace.

It feels like that song Time by Pink Floyd,

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

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