I *heart* Bombay (and well..Boston)

I'm urban..in the way other people are mountain-people or tunafish junkies. I love city life...something about dreary concrete blocks and grumpy people totally gets my juices flowing. Ergo, this will be a blog about me, my two favourite cities (Bombay and Boston), my addiction to Vietnamese coffee and my views on Gregorian chant and it's efficacy in curing some types of tympannic membrane rupture. Enjoy!

Friday, November 30, 2007

Emotions and all that

On a Friday evening just before I head off into the mountains of Coorg to spend some time on top of a windswept hill, I'm thinking about a conversation I've just had.

Someone I learnt to care for deeply has moved on.

Moving to Bangalore implied a lot of friends in Bombay would gradually lose touch, gradually move on..that was to be expected. The life of a 30 something year old is full of these moves and shifts of place, friends and emotions. Every move I've made (and I've made a few) has resulted in losing old friends and gaining new ones (and losing them in turn). The semi-annual pruning of the phone numbers just brings that to mind most vividly..

But there are some friendships and relationships that just stick on. Linger around long enough that one can meet after a year and just carry on where one left off. Memories which are a warm blanket on cold Bangalore nights.

And then one of them moves on.

It's a weird feeling to know that one person suddenly doesn't think of you the way they used to. After all the work to get to a certain place, the target is moved yet once more. Distance - the great leveller. I've already lost someone I cared about deeply because of the miles between us...and now I've lost another.

Distance makes hte heart grow fonder. What a crock of shit that cliche is!

Out of sight, out of mind...now that's more like it.


  • At 12:28 PM, Blogger amu said…

    "The semi-annual pruning of the phone numbers just brings that to mind most vividly."
    That is spot on.

    A friend once said, its as if you have a full bookshelf in front of you. And every time you go to a place, you open a book and start writing. Take a plane to somewhere. Then open another and write. And in the middle of all this changing of books, there is no time for the heart to mend.

    It's so hard to move (well for me it is, sometimes I don't know how i moved 5 very different countries in five years and survived it emotionally).

    It's so hard to start all over again and again. It's nice to see different places, but I've really grown wary of approaching, getting to know people and being close to them. It really breaks the heart - because eventually they always move on.

    I, personally, have come to the point where I fear getting too close to anyone.

    I hope it gets better for you.

  • At 5:24 AM, Blogger Datasmith said…

    hmmm after all that pruning of numbers & people ones thhreshold increases & thats when we stop or atleast become very wary of getting close to anyone, but a social animal cannot or its rather very difficult to convince to be alone & thats when again the sad saga starts

  • At 7:26 PM, Anonymous irock said…

    u know who to party with at the shack once u back in mumbai :)

    the hot waitor misses u ...he told me to tell u ;-)


    PS : more songs comin ur way check gmail

  • At 2:47 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Been reading your blog for several months now. We share atleast one common friend. May be more.
    Would you like to meet up sometime?


  • At 3:44 AM, Blogger Vikster said…


    Email me at vik.joshi@gmail.com

  • At 1:12 AM, Blogger kalpana said…

    sometimes ppl living close to each other also move on... and that's even tougher to handle.
    distance is a great leveller. true. and time is the greatest healer.

  • At 12:25 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    So Human...and yet to someone like me, you seem like the God of writing!

    I do feel for u...



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