Life has the most oddest way of sneaking up on us and letting us completely understand the results of our own decisions. Its upto us however to be aware of that exact moment. Silly as that may sound, its the first thing that crossed my mind as I stood stranded at a rickshaw stand on a typicaly crowded evening at Borivali station for over 20 minutes.
A rickshaw-wala had just dumped me in the middle of the street and eventually when i did catch a share rick after a bit of push and shove with 10 other office goers I realised what a great thing it is that I am cycling to work everyday.
No more jostling about with hundreds of grey's in the trains. no more waiting in line or staring into space while trying to avoid someones hair running up my nose. No traffic snarls and no train delays.
lovely.
Everyone I know, and some who think they know me all too well, laughed at me when I decided to cycle to work everyday. They said, theres no way "I" can do it. I dont have what it takes it seems. Ill quit in a weeks time and take the bus just like everyone else.
Its only been 2 months now but when they I see the surprise on their faces when they find out Im still doing it everyday, I feel so damn good. :)
A part of me always wants to tell them off.. ask them of fuck off and stop underestimating me. but its a part that isnt courageous enough ( or maybe my other part is too polite) to do anything about it.
but yes, I seem to have finally grown some pride into myself. something which has been severly lacking for a long time. A lotta times in the past Ive said to myself that ill do things my way!! and it feels great to finally begin on atleast ONE part of it.

Office life is pretty good. Still getting used to it though, its been 2 months and Im only just starting to get into some sort of comfort level among my colleagues.
If there is an issue it is that my life apart from office at this moment is pretty much non existant. With the obvious exception of Daayan :)

Something I've realised recently, and i dont know how true it is;
People, mostly are good listeners when you are having miserable time in your life and when you have nothing to say but crib. Whether this is just my imagination going overboard I dont know, but my wacked out reasoning is that it is so, because people find it good to listen to someone whos worse off than they are. Some kind of reassurance that maybe they arent as fucked up as they thought they are.

Dialogues from the Fight Club:

When people think you're dying, man . . . they really, really listen to you, instead of just . . . Instead of just waiting for their turn to speak.