From Corporation to Corporate - What we were to what we are

I remember the days, when I spent endless hours in the hot sun, climbing trees and racing my cycle like a maniac, fogetting the time, until my mom screamed from window to come back in and clean up.
Now, I spend my entire day under the AC, even the mild heat is starting to hurt my head.

Owning a Gear cycle was a luxury. If you dont feel like cycling, you walked. Now, a life without a car seems impossible.

Mom took me out on outings, shopping I waited to travel by the city buses in which I rarely got a chance to ride The crowd and the noise.. aaah! heaven.
To avoid the rush, the heat and the noise, a fleet of AC volvo buses are available; even for the next bus stop.

Rnning around, playing games happened to be the only exercise (apart from PT in school). Exhorbitantly charging gyms and aerobics classes are now in trend. not to mention the preposterous diets that we kill ourselves with. Whatever happened to the days where a strenuous evening of play for rewarded by home-made-straight- from-the-pan bajjis and bondas.

"Come out!!! Lets play!!!", I used yell, from the gate of my best bud's house, we disapperared for the entire evening. Now, my best friend plays with me sometimes, from the comfort of her home, over the internet.

Bleeding cuts, fractured arms, stitches and healed scars were displayed proudly. Along with how we got them (exaggerated stories of course). Now, anti-marks creames rule. Not to mention, even the smallest of cut, now has to be treated by the doctor. Whatever happened to the days, when no matter how deep the wound was, burning anti-septic and a kiss from mom would heal it all.

We wrote letters when we were apart, me and my bud. We email now. Sometimes chat. But I miss the paper tinted with tears. Every inch covered with funky stickers. Hand made decor and the joy of just seeing a handwriting, that gives you all the joy in the world.

Eating from the road-side shops. Playing in the dirt. Sleeping on the terrace on summer nights. Counting stars. Endless things, I'm missing.
I've now become from corporation to Corporate.
Was the change worth it???

Ready... Set.... Fight...

I'm not doing justice by keeping mum about why I moved out of my old apparment.
Well so here it goes...

I imagine my roomie to be something [ Think tall heavy set girl with glasses who reads books and loves to watch movies] and she turns out be.. well... something else [Think short heavy set girl minus glasses who dos not read, blog, surf and watches a lot of movies which have no sense in them].

Now at first she is really sweet with me.. And one fine morning she follows me into the bathroom [Please put your mind voices to rest] and dumps detergent on all the buckets available and announces she wants to have bath. I ask her to wait for 15 mins which she does not want to do, and I give in not wanting to push it any further. She then follows me out and picks up a plate and heads to the kitchen to have breakfast....
I was stumped. Being stupidly polite I waited... Then ofcourse eventually the fight came up. There was a loud exchange of disappointment [ This being the understatement of this century].

Well atleast I came to know, this is all you can expect from a person, who carries their handbag into the balcony [ which is 6X3 feet ] does a on the spot piroutte to look for a doormat, which I specifically mentioned was not there.

Oh Hey!!! and some of my batchmates I never mentioned, simply cause I mentioned people who were actually worth mentioning. I mean a bunch of gomathis [thanks soin for the word!!] is really not what I want to waste my blog space on. Especially, those who turn their faces away when you try wishing them on their birthday.