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Friday, March 6, 2009

Of hunks and Holis of yore

Something's different when I run these days.

I am not distracted by the painful people whose sole purpose in life seems to be to lap you and I do not have the urge to box them soundly on their ears.

I am not counting the minutes to when I will complete the time that I have set for myself and can finally breathe normally. Or even breathe again.

I am not even looking at my watch my ten seconds and thinking - shit, only ten seconds have passed?

I am not thinking of the cramps, real and imagined in my legs. Knees. Back of knees. Elbows. The soft part of the ears.


What has happened?


Have I become like those women in Nike ads where there is a karmic connection between the road and you? Thud, thud, thud.

Have I finally discovered the love for running, where all that matters is the act of connecting that shoe with that road, just one more time?

Have I become lighter, in person and on my feet and can therefore carry my own weight more effortlessly?


Or is there a simpler, much simpler explanation?


That I have rediscovered my love for this man and I am picturing him (yes, in those jeans, sigh) as he sings 'Brilliant Disguise' in my ear?







I think my quest for the perfect running list is finally over, my friends. The Boss runs with me.

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And now Holi has to come and bring with it another wave of nostalgia. Seriously, I think the older I get, the more I crave for things of the past. Someone stop me before I shift bag and baggage to Dilli for the chaat or Mathura for the pedas or Banaras for the kalakand (full marks to anyone who can tell me which film I am quoting from). Strange how it's always about the food though.

Holi. It brought with it the promise of a summer of loos (as in the winds, not the toilets) that ripen the kharboojas and the mangoes. It meant a feast - dahi-bada, aloo-tikki, namakpare and gujhiya, even thinking about them is enough to make you gain five kilos. It meant colour - either accepting it or avoiding it, depending on which side of the terrible teens you were at. It also meant bhang that your well-meaning mother put in the thandai and the rave party that went in your head for hours afterwards with just two glasses of the good stuff (and i mean it, it was really good). It meant exams the thought of which buzzed around you like an irritating mosquito and which you tried to swat away repeatedly. It sometimes meant my birthday too, which I was never entirely sure I liked, not wanting to share my special day with any festival, triumph of good over evil notwithstanding.

And now, all it means is a day off in the middle of the week. And for some, not even that.

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Pictures courtesy this website.

14 comments:

Perakath said...

Actually I think that Nike ad was just from 'What Women Want'. "No games, just sports."

Parul said...

You're absolutely right! What, you liked that movie too?

Aneela Z said...

golmal ka dialogue hai na from the breakfast table?

Perakath said...

Of course. Helen Hunt is quite attractive. And I saw it again recently, else I would have remembered the ad but not placed the movie...

Anonymous said...

Hi parul! I love reading your blog- it always puts a smile on my face :) I have a 2 year old son- so i can relate to Adi's antics! I'm hoping you can offer me some advice! My son will not eat most foods- he just refuses or spits them out! How do you get Adi to eat? Any tips? Mom in US

Parul said...

Aneela - full marks, then.

Mom in US - Search me! I do whatever it takes. Normally TV, specially ads work :) but he does go through phases where even that fails and then I can't do anything but wait it out. All I can say is - they don't starve!

SUR NOTES said...

no no, come over to our building. serious, raucous fun. the food- trying hard to be dilli heavenly food. does not match u- but it tries.
the bhang- alas, left it behind at holi@ftii.

now you have got me all charged about holi. luckily the child loves it too - so the mallu father has no choice but to join in.

happy holi, happy birthday...
ps you were missed at lunch last week.

Hobo ........ ........ ........ said...

Summer days -
Eat dal, chawal, aalo ki bhujiya and then 2 hrs. ZZzzzz...

Parul said...

sur - you're lucky to stay in a nice building like yours....

Priya said...

I was just talking to someone and remembering the last Holi I played... in MICA. Need I say more :-)

Mama - Mia said...

oh well! least they PLAY holi in Mumbai. it may not be Dilli style, but there are colours! in bangalore you dont even KNOW that its holi today! :(

will have to take Cubby to bombay next year so that he knows the festival exists even!

cheers!

abha

stuti said...

And kaanji... you missed kaanji :)

Rahul... in City of Dreamz said...

ok i m just guessing... the movie you qouted from is hum saath saath hain...


right ya wrong???

Rahul... in City of Dreamz said...

oops.. just saw the comments.. golmaal..apparently..

lol.. sorry sorry.. enthu got the better of me :)