I think of this fellow and I am almost sad for him. Of all the things that he “needs,” not a single thing is (obviously so) a human connection. He doesn’t need a friend, a smile, a hug, a warm handshake; he doesn’t need to share the stupid joke-of-the-day.
It is probably a good “need-list” for the location where I saw it – an office space. But somehow – it seems that all that we need, are things that isolate us; perhaps, make us lonely or seclude us. While they probably bring us closer to ourselves and even help us getting in touch with ourselves, somehow they seem to distance us from the other person (who, in all probability needs those same things).
It’s getting close to six months being away from Mumbai and I think I am getting homesick.
I miss the kaleidoscope of sounds in Mumbai in the morning. The milk deliveries, cyclists happily tring-tringing away as they deliver yesterday in words on newsprint, the guy washing the cars down below, school children wailing and laughing out loud; some of them still asleep – the others eagerly awaiting a new day of mischief. The macho hiss of the pressure cookers, releasing steam; hot food getting ready for a cold lunch. The unmistakable ting-ting of the BEST bus as it takes the executives to the station. And the definitely unmistakable gets-on-your-nerves-horrendous reverse-music of the managers’ cars on the way to a free parking on the western-express highway. In between all this, MS-Windows starting up, standard reminder.wav announcing mail, checking for those that may need my attention, and then going back to sleep to wake up to the later-morning sounds.
I miss the city.
It snowed here, today morning – and in spite of being brought up in places where you don’t need to check the weather before you head out, I somehow feel very happy when the snow falls. It makes look things beautiful. And unlike the rains, I even like being out in the snow. I guess when I will need to drive through it – I will appreciate the horror that a snowfall is supposed to be, but till then, I will enjoy it, much to the chagrin of people who I know, who know what a nuisance it can be.
It’s getting cold here, but, in the degrees sliding to the negative, a happy memory brings me the warmth and the smile I need.