It’s been a little more than 4 months now since I stopped working. After 4.5 years of working, 4 months seems like a long time to have taken a break for. And for almost the entire duration of the break, I’ve been in one of two modes – couch potato mode or constantly on the move mode. No prizes for guessing which of the two I would prefer to be in for the rest of my life.
The former does have a certain appeal; in all honesty I think it’s akin to a holiday in your home. You chill all day, you mindlessly watch TV, your diet goes for a toss, you sleep and when it gets too much, you curl up on the rocking chair with a book and a cup of hot tea. Makes for a perfect winter holiday...
The latter is an eye opener. It’s like a ball rolling downhill – rather difficult to stop. From Coorg to Hampi to Delhi to Kasol to Bitherkad to Goa, back to Bangalore, it’s been one long trip. Each place obviously had something different to offer. Coorg was refreshing – it was after a really long time that I was bonding with extended family once again, and I had the wind, the cold winter wind in my hair all the time. Hampi was fun – any trip with friends is – more so when you go exploring and wind up with a seriously fucked up ankle; a villager offered to give me a piggy back ride too, I politely declined and then gave one limb each to friends to carry me to safety. Delhi was cold –cold enough to make me buy thermals. The evenings were lovely though. I have never been one for waiting. But wait I did, and the minute my boy came back from work, the cold didn't seem so bad. Chilly weather does give way to romance, allows you comfortably bury yourself in the arms of a loved one. Delhi was also a recce of sorts - do I see myself living here in a few months from now? I absolutely do! Kasol was breath taking – I touched snow, I had a snow fight, I warmed my bones by the tandoor, I was baked, I had a killer New Years, I went on holiday with my boy and there were so so many gorgeous dogs and 1 cat.
Home aka Bitherkad happened next. This has been a roller coaster ride of sorts – I think trying to live in the same space as your parents especially after you have spent most of your time away from them in hostel or by yourself, always is. From many rounds of rummy to yummy food to fist fights to shouting matches to drunken brawls to promises of sobriety to estate work to even cop calling, the 10 days at home have been insane. A couple more days will be spent here and they promise to be exciting as well. Among the various things that I’m looking to do are also the following:
- Paint the pots
- DIY Project – Make pots out of a tyre. Thanks My Sunny Balcony for the idea and Two Material Girls for the inspiration
- Piss off the cats
- Walk around the estate
- Cardamom drying and storage on a daily basis
- Water therapy for my foot
- Prepare my resume
I proceed to Goa from here. As commercial as it will be, it’s once again a trip with friends and therefore will be brilliant. Post that i get back to Bangalore for a little while – most of February at least. It will be my party month, a month of unabashed drinking. There are 4 birthdays to celebrate including mine. There’s a big fat Indian wedding which will feature more drinks. My boy will be visiting, so it will be interesting to figure new dynamics in our old setting.
So while I tell the whole world that I’ve been jobless, the past couple of months have been more packed with excitement and fun than I can remember. So much so, that I want to be on a break forever, I want to go out more, I want to see the world, I want to go to Italy! If only I had the money.. for the money, i need a job. With the job, I'm sure to need a long break. With the break, I will live it up. To live it up some more, I need money. Aaaaaaaahhhh… vicious cycle it seems to be.
In any case, I am so thankful for the present which in the words of the Italians is, "Dolce far niente" - the sweetness of doing nothing.