Jhender

[not in any particular order. but all within the past 2-3weeks]

Just another note.

Monday morning totally washed out from the weekend. Seems like i’ve been feeling tired since Friday. That is somewhat abnormal for me. I guess i shall blame it on Calcutta’s streets. On one hand it’s an insane congestion. Imagine one under-regulated roundabout jammed with traffic from all directions, bumper traffic, driving on the opposite side of the road (well it’s actually good use of road space), endless bumpy roads, ticking meters, car horns, cool yet polluted air, a begging child tapping at the window, security checks (a restaurant even had a crappy looking pipe-framed metal detector in front of the door).

And them echoey marbled corridors in the hotel – just like in the movies actually.

Everytime I get back, i experience a certain few emotions.

1. Our airport is nice! Well there are many nice ones, I like Madrid barajas, but hey it’s still nice to have one good one at home. It helps that we always are at the international airport.
2. We aren’t a very open or outgoing culture but we’re not the most closed either. Still makes me wonder if some service staff are trying too hard. Poor things. I suppose it’s a mismatch between local culture and tourist expectations.   I mean, like how French staff seem rude to foreigners.
3. Our roads are ridiculously smooth and empty. Well at 5am anyway. Looks like simcity. And Singapore seriously has alot of empty space. Compared to the Indian subcontinent, we can support ten million ppl.
4. Our perpetual stuffy, humid and dreary weather suxx.
5. Vehicles here keep a great distance from each other.
6. Ppl in the straitstimes keep complaining about language, money, foreign talent, price of housing.
7. I’m home. But so?

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Today I put on my earphones and listened to the wind blowing through. Billowing wind with a certain mutedness like that of a great expanse. And along with that, the notepad echos with artificial taps as the screen fills with characters.

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1000 feet up in the air yet again, with a fading sunset in the clouds. It’s so funny how one gets used to the airports and checkins and dutyfrees and boarding passes and passports and airstewardesses (which is the longest left hand word) that one sorta gets past the whole experience, ear popping included. The flight took off late, one wonders why. At least tbis time round it took so long that I paid some attention to the takeoff, pretty uneventful and even disappointingly tame. Oh well. Air travel is still after all another form of travel. Trala. Are we there yet? I like to lose myself in the inflight magazine (which has nice photos and nice watch adverts) and watch movies not worth tickets. Baha.
Hai.
I dunno. This is airplane monologue. Interestingly, even grown-ups are entertained by in-flight entertainment (and sleep like babies). And then they always like to serve icecream for dessert on the singapore to Kolkata flight. I’d prefer something else.
I like writing on yellow paper, it gives a nice contrast and is half-faded. Bleh.
On essaie d’écrire en francais? Mais je n’ai pas grand chose à dire, et en plus les boissons arrivent.
À plus.

2 hrs later, the movie’s over but we’re not there yet. Zzz. Boredom. I think it’s a fantastic idea to have an iPod touch on the plane- a quick and easy way to get good quality digital entertainment. Much better than useless inflight stuff. Wants my lotro.

Was just thinking that the people who think and worry the most about you are your enemies. =) i mean, really! Were you thinking of me? Doubt it.

I wonders whether I would ever settle down into life and be satisfied with being alive. What am I saying. Well yeah. Nothing. Let’s see where are we…
Somewhere over Thailand it seems.

I don’t seem to be writing much recently. Perhaps short of quiet time. Perhaps life is somewhat quiet on the thinking level.
Xmas is coming. Ever wondered why is Christmas Xmas? Is it a Cross-mas. I don’t know.

‘i need a place to spend the day, a place where I can go or stay…’ the girl that I want to be. Such an absolutely lovely song. Just like thoughts that have made up my life, that would forever be unique to me, that is simply me, was me, is me.

Hello. Hello is a five-letter word that is so meaningful and so meaningless, depending on how depressed I am. Hello, hello everybody, hello nobody.

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Hsbc advertisement. A group of photogs. One of them took a later pic of a woman crying. But he deleted it. At hsbc we understand that sometimes morals affect financial decisions.