I don't know what it is man, I just feel so depressed. My mood swings are irritating me. At times, I experience extreme happiness, so much so that I can hug any random dork walking on the road and help him sort out his life, hug him again, buy him ice gola and have paani-puri with him. At times I break into tears , without any rhyme or reason and feel like I can win the 'Hey-my-dark-circle-is-darker-than-yours' competition. Why ?!
You feel bad for me? Don't ya. I mean, I don't even know what I should feel bad about or cry about or complain about. But I am still doing all of that without any specific reason.
I wish I could go back to college. I can't believe it that until a year ago my life was quite happening. I miss those Saturday sessions at IMG. Watching people sing, listening to soothing music sitting at St. Xavier's with the wind brushing past my cheeks. Watching young girls in sari and envying their figure(I am quite tiny , you know ) and guys in FabIndia kurta with mojdis from Colaba Causeway. That rainy evening when I met Niladri Kumar and we shared a minute with each other under my umbrella till his driver could fetch his car. That evening when Sriram, Srividya, Stuti, Nikhil, Aalap and I went to see Taufiq Quereshi and Sridhar Parthasarathy create the most delightful raga together. That evening when my friends and I rummaged through the streets of VT searching for a decent joint to eat non-veg. I miss it . I miss it so much. I miss those colourful invitation cards that IMG would send me inviting me for their mini-concerts. I miss the cabbage and cheese sandwich with the sev as garnishing. I miss the double parcel which we'd take to marine drive so as to not buy anything from those expensive makkai selling guys.
I miss those Prabhat days. I miss those movies. I miss that Asian Film Festival. I miss that garlic bread and keema pav from Light of Persia. I miss the fact that for two years of my college life I was heavily into movies, making, writing, scripting etc etc .. and now and now it is soo empty !!! I miss those long discussions, I miss those weird responses, I miss those 'Happy Together' times. I miss Shobha Ghosh and the screening hall. I miss those long debates on self-governance.
I miss those bus rides from Prabhat near mantralaya from where I 'd catch a bus to drop me off at VT station.I miss those random stares, those parsi bawas, those old sindhi aunties and those Zohra Sehgal lookalikes who'd come to watch movies with us. I miss those snoring grand pa's. No wonder Prabhat made me feel too young for my age. I remember how that man got uncomfortable sitting besides me while watching the steamy scene in which the protagonists make love (sort of ) to each other in 'Train to Pakistan'.I miss the Aveva days. I miss the adulation that people around me threw when we met Majid Majidi. I miss that rush. I miss Scripted. I miss Outline. I miss Copyrights.
I think I miss company. More than anything else. I miss those bike rides. I miss those long chats. I miss those morning tea at Vidya Tea Stall and kanda Poha from outside Sion Hospital. I miss maama. I miss SB's. I miss that library. I miss marketing and Naveen Kathuria. I miss chinese bhel and mango dolly. I miss Lobo.
I miss those best years of my life. I miss my memory too. Because I can't seem to remember a lot that happened during this time.
Shay!