The Glamorous Life

It is not very easy to re-adjust to normal life after living for three weeks in Colaba or Bombay for that matter. Three weeks of good work in the lovely Fort area; of shopping, dinners, exotic alcohol, jogs and walks on Marine Drive, random train rides to Bandra, cursing the rain, interesting conversations and several other things. A blissful mixture of dynamic and idyllic sensibilities. Three of the happiest weeks of my life.

Sometimes the kind of freedom that living a routine life can give you is a lot more liberating than a so called, unencumbered, live-by-the-moment day. Sometimes walking down a definite path is more exciting than floating freely, going wherever the breeze takes you. The security that the path and the routine give you, help you realize and and discover various aspects of yourself. With one part of your life set, you can concentrate on making that part (to use a cliched phrase) truly extraordinary. And while there was nothing extraordinary about my 3 weeks, they were freedom as I have never known it!

At the center of it all was Marine Drive (which is I think officially my favourite place on earth) and the long walks I had on it. For once, they (the walks that is) weren't very contemplative or reflective. They were walks for the joy of walking, the pleasure of feeling the sea breeze and sea spray; of eating ice-cream while sitting there, listening to jazz music playing; occasionally meeting some interesting people; wondering why the Air India building was so ugly and so on. Absolute bliss. A life I have been greatly missing, but a life I hope to go back to someday.