Why am I writing all this here? Because of late this has been on my mind a lot. I think I am low maintenance (I swear I want to call it fancy free but it sounds conceited). Either that or retarded. There is only one thing I love more than street food, sleeper class trains, and rain – eating street food inside a sleeper class train on a rainy night. It helps if the train is not too crowded and doesn’t stop anywhere for passengers to walk in with wet shoes, and my seat is far, far away from both the loos on the two ends of the compartment. But even if the setting is not perfect, I don’t care much. I love sleeper class that much.
I am all of this and ambitious. That is the biggest paradox of my life. I am not complaining. Even with all the money in the world, happiness is in the small things. A walk in the rain. Some samosa on the roadside. Budget travel. Shopping in Commercial Street. An old forgotten song. The best things in life are free. Like hugs and kisses. And waiting for Ma to make an appearance at the airport. Ghar ka khana. Madhatter company. A moment of silence on a mad, mad day.
I am glad I have retained some of what I called “youthful lameness” just this morning – it makes my world more beautiful. More fancy free and mad. In a really nice way.
P.S. If you are planning to ask me about my grand announcement of going to office on the Activa I got a few months ago, please don’t. I need to deal with auto drivers only on my way back and that’s good enough for me. I don’t think I will ever drive anything on Bangalore roads.