Rotations and revolutions

My dearest friend Visha once told me that undermining astrology could be fallacious. Her theory was that since astrology is basically the study of movement of celestial bodies with respect to Earth, it makes sense to analogize. Her analogy aimed at assuming humans as a subset of Earth but not very different from it. After all, like us, Earth is made up 70% water—at least on the surface—and always wondering what's wrong with us. And like our planet, we keep moving too, thus affecting the water in us. In other words, it's all about water! I don't know whether this makes sense but to me, it does, in some way or the other. 

Taking the analogy ahead, i'm up with a new theory. Maybe we are indeed planets in our own right. Don't we unknowingly nourish so many tiny living beings (both visible as well as invisible)? On top of that, we carry a certain amount of gravitation energy in us. Some have more and some, comparatively less. The ones with more of this energy is able to attract others more towards him/her. The ones with less of this energy is bound to wonder what's wrong with them. 

Blinded by tears

Overcome by pity, she handed out a note from her purse. The blind old man was expecting a coin or two but the smile on his face suggested that he liked what his fingers felt. In superbusy cities like Bombay, one often find himself/herself expecting a change in themselves by handing out some change to beggars. Our lady in question too was one of the many in action. [What people don't realise is begging is a business, bordering on extreme professionalism. Very few beggars function on an individual level, thus further dividing the profit share. As a result, syndicates profit from random sympathy while the beggars seldom manage to pull themselves out of this decaying vortex. In other words, they'll remain on the streets while you'll go home feeling better about yourself.] It was only later at night that she realised that she had given him a Rs 500 bill instead of the intended a tenner. She couldn't help laugh at the irony of being emotionally blind and prayed he took some days off.

Small joys in life

Feeding sparrows with your hand.

Receiving a hand-written letter.  

Getting off safely at Kurla station.

Finding a girl who's fluent in expletives. 

Strong memory.

Kori Rotti.

Father taking pride in your work although he doesn't understand a sentence. 

Bitching and wailing in self-pity.

Being punctual.

Gifting a book to an online friend with a personal note because you can't wait till you write your own.

Witnessing an argument when you know both parties are wrong.

Train fights.

Grandma's nonsensical stories that still make sense.

Cool breeze running through your hair even though you aren't heading to Hotel California.

Independent artistes not giving up. 

Working hard. And then some more.

European leagues to spend weekends on and then spend the following weekdays pretending to be football pundit.

Scratching yourself or picking nose without societal scrutiny to worry about.

Finding a window seat. 

Having a really good topic to write on.

Kids walking like penguins to school.

Choosing to stand in a queue that eventually moves faster than the one on its side. 

Making mother laugh with your jokes.

Making your designate-girlfriend cry with your tales.

World cinema.

Natalie Portman on desktop. 

Early monsoon followed by early winter followed by late summer. 

Mowgli's and Calvin's relative immortality. 

Attending the ceaseless marriage of music and lyrics in Bollywood. 

Salary, no matter how pitiful it is. 

Brilliant ideas only to get wasted in a tweet.  

The acknowledgement of your perfect flaws. 

Free hugs.

More than enough sleep.

Leaving your past behind...for a few moments.

Festivals.

My pals in Pakistan whom i haven't met yet. 

Friendship that shall last longer than forever.

Torrents. 

Enmity that doesn't bother you anymore. 

Touchscreen letting you type exactly what you want to.

The belief that everything's going to be OK when you wake up.