Disappointments

You don't always get what you expect. Life is not a cakewalk for everyone.
Right now I am going through a series of disappointments, most of them are a result of the decisions I took for myself.
The biggest one right now is my career. Or may be I took it for granted.
Quitting my job was not one of the wisest decisions of my life.
So was moving back to Pune.

Hope the years to come are better!

Hmmm that smell...

I remember reading a study about how we link memories with smell sometime ago. I don't know if it was the study that has impacted me but I have really started believing in it.
Whenever I smell the floor cleaning liquid I remember my Ahmedabad house and how good it used to smell after the floor was mopped.
Or when it rains, it just reminds me of childhood days.
Whenever I smell Old Spice I miss my dad because he used to wear the same after shave.
Whenever I pass by the perfume section of a store and smell David off Cool Water I think of a certain someone I don't want to think about.
And now there are about fifty smells that remind me of my husband.
It is weird sometimes when just a smell that you pass by leaves you thinking all day long.

The Great Hindu Religion

I recently visited one of very old temples of Lord Shiva at Bhimashankar, Maharashtra.
I am not a very religious person and I generally try and avoid going to any religious visits. Apart from me not being very religious there is another reason I don't like these temple visits.
People are very impatient to see "God" (which is actually just and idol). Most of the times I end up having arguments with people around me in queues, who would just start behaving incessantly, as soon as they start approaching the actually temple/idol.
As if, if they don't go and see the idol in the next second "God" would disappear.
Also there is this thing about Hindu places of worship. We take our shoes off when we enter the temples but we have no problems with throwing bottles, wrappers of chocolates/chips etc, plastic bags, coconut coir part and anything we don't find of use in or around the temple.
We keep our homes clean but we make our places of worship so dirty that it is hard to walk barefoot in it.
Around 10 years back I took a trip to Tirupathi with my aunt and her family. We took some kind of VIP pass so that we could have early darshan (another thing that I hate about Hindu places of worship).
Despite of the extra money and the VIP pass I had to stand in queue for 8 odd hours before I could reach the actual temple and there also before I could take a look at the idol the police man pushed me forward.
That day I decided to not go to any such religious places unless people were a little more civilized and disciplined.
I have  nothing against the religion itself but it's the people that have ruined it for me.

First rains

So they came a little early to take away the heat and the humidity.
I keep saying how I hate rains and getting wet. I hate the feeling when my clothes smell, the towels never dry up fully and the way it rains in Pune you can't go out if you don't have a car.
But rains do remind me of a simpler and happier time when as kids we used to go out on the streets and just puddle jump and enjoy. When there were no tensions of future and none of the people around you judged you.
The water used to get logged in our colony and we sailed our paper boats in it.
I remember the feeling when I used to get up in the morning and it was still raining and I would make excuses of not getting ready for school and some of those rainy day half day chhuttis in school.
We did not have a car and mom used to wrap me in raincoat and I used to just squish between dad and her on the scooter.
Mom made pakoras and you could eat as much as you like without worrying about getting fat and stomach getting upset. I remember how me, my dad and mom used to sit in the balcony watching other people run here and there in the rains.
How I wish I could get those times back, just for a little while.