Haste

Why do people hurry?

You can see them rushing to get to some place. The executives trying to board in first. Pushing to get to their seats first, pushing to be the first to clear the security, pushing to get on the bus first and pushing to deplane first. It has to be first for them all through. I have always wondered how that small amount of time would make any difference to their all so important lives.

Maybe I am just too small a person in the overall scheme of things that I don’t feel the importance of these precious minutes. I like to deplane slowly; I don’t push to get served first. I take my own sweet time to get down from a train. I just like to do things at my own pace.

People tell me that to survive in today’s world you need to have that killer instinct. You need to have the desire to fight it out and get ahead of people. I understand that you need to fight and strive to succeed, but then why do it when there is no race. People just declare their own races, which even if they don’t win, makes no difference.

I think it’s possible that its all pent up frustration that leads people to do it, since they are not able to win in the real races, they will fight everything else that they can win, just to win and feel good?

I say let the games begin and then start the race. and then yeah bring it on!

Today I saw the prettiest gal in Gujarat.

I was roaming around shopping, trying out some trousers( Yes I shop Alone! Sad life I know!).

And then I saw her...

Now with the Mallu-Xtian criteria that I have to work under, I was wondering if I ever will know a Mallu gal this beautiful.

I was pondering on this Very Important Topic inside the dressing room. Hoping against hope that this girl would be a mallu.

And then I heard her.

A female talking in Mallu.

I rushed out, just to see the love of my life(!!)walking hand in hand with a guy, happily chattering away in Mal.

Shortest love story ever!