The backpack

Do you also have a backpack that is your favorite and which on emptying has restaurant bills from 325AD, one zipper that never opens or has been opened, one pocket which is meant to hold keys and coins but you never use it for them and one water bottle pocket that is only meant to hold this?

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Which backpack carrying grownup drinks water from these yaar?

Anyways, the backpack that I’m talking about is not just a bag with padded shoulder straps and roomy compartments for laptop and clothes. It is a holder. It holds emotions inside its pockets so that people only see the pack and never realize whether  useful things lie inside or simply rubbish. It holds those unsaid words which people want to say but eat instead. It holds those memories which they very carefully treasure like those photos which can never be deleted from one’s phone. Not even when the phone threatens to empty owner’s soul saying “low memory”.

The backpack that I’ve been carrying in the recent years is rather heavy because I packed mixed emotions inside- it is as heterogeneous as a Cadbury GEMS packet. From India to USA, I’ve come a long way (both literally and figuratively) as a person. Mixed emotions because sometimes, my heart says that I miss being that old Anupama and  sometimes I can clearly hear it say “Grow up,  woman!”

Living away from home teaches one to be responsible to say the least. For example, imagine coming home from work to a bed that was left unmade or a penalty for a missed bill. It reminds you immediately of your mother/father’s constant nagging to do somethings on time and her/his warning that that laziness would hurt later.  On a related note, It doesn’t hurt to say that those little acts of discipline that were imposed upon us are really what help us survive the extended stay away from home(with lesser discomfort). Back in those days when my mother used to ask me to clean the dining table while she cleaned up in the kitchen, I used to secretly hope that one day I’d run away to a house where there was a table-cleaning maid.

Living away from home in a foreign land also helped clear a lot of misconceptions that I had. A typical “frog in the well” me used to have some bad feelings about the West that most of the Indian mob have (which I won’t list here because I care for my skin).  And I am so glad today that I’ve been proven wrong! Few things that really impressed me at my workplace about them are how well they own up to their work without a fuss,  how easy and graceful it is to admit one’s shortcomings and how important the distinction between “break time” and “work time” is (talk about work-life balance).  Even on personal front, their sense of forgiveness and welcoming the differences with other person without judging is something that excited me. It is not an exaggeration if I said that I saw this missing in some of my own people.

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I’ve a strong feeling that I was Garfield in my last birth.

Times that make me sad are when I “virtually” attend a family event over Skype. Amidst a thousand  “Can you hear me?” “I can hear you but cannot see you” “I can only see X’s right ear and your finger” “It’s ok , send me the pictures” , I barely get to see the actual event and that quick peek brings out the homesick feeling from the backpack. It’s really hard to tuck this feeling back in. Interesting question (8 Marks): Is quantum teleportation really possible?

I also feel meh that I can never be the same pampered girl I was before marriage. Sure I enjoy the independence and power of running a household as “the queen” but the joy of being a “darling princess” at home cannot be matched. And the fact that kids born in 2000 are hitting adolescence while I’m nearing the ugly thirties is getting to my nerves. Sometimes, I wish I was born in the times of Ramayana or Mahabharata where some people could stay young forever.  Or in the later times say 3156 or 3567 when scientists will have invented some time-halting capsule.

Coming back to my backpack, it also has a dirty chamber where all my dark feelings go into. Lack of self-control to begin with. Along with easy loss of interest and deep brooding over certain things (tch..tch) , a teeny bit of jealousy lies underneath this pile of garbage. These feelings are like the shopping bills trash that never leave the bag.  I constantly try to throw each of them out of the bag but it is still heavy(This is why I stoop a little, you know). I am society fearing so I am generally tight-lipped ( and hence tight-zipped) if I were to use these.

I know that everybody’s backpack isn’t necessarily same as mine. You know what they say- to each their own.  But anyway, here’s a suggestion to everyone including myself- Travel light because it is a long journey!

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Randomiya

Top song on my ipod: Gunjukunna from Kadali right now. What amazing voice Shakti Sri has!

Scariest experience: was lost once in foreign land. How I survived that night is a tale to tell.

Number of siblings: One. Who equals none 🙂

What I’m good at: Relishing food. I RESPECT food, not just eat it.

Where I’d like to live: A hill station any day. Munnar and Darjeeling have fascinated me beyond words. Imagine walking on the curved roads down hill in a leather jacket and long boots. One hand inside the jacket and the other holding hot coffee. No dogs in sight, so no tension. Green coffee plantations everywhere. Occasional visits from near and dear because it is a tourist destination. Uff, too much only. Who said Heaven is above the clouds?

Favorite sport team(s): BarcaFC. Not because I know football, just because it has David Villa.

What I’m bad at: Giving compliments. I wish I understand the difference between flattering and complimenting someday. I also think I cannot make a striking conversation in any first meet.

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Favorite singer(s): Karthik, Hema and HariCharan. In that order.

Favorite band(s): Maroon5. Probably because I fell in love with their song the first time I heard it.

Coke or Pepsi: No to all.

Concerts I’ve been to: Karthik perform live! was like a dream come true 🙂

Celebrity crush: Was madhavan sometime ago. None right now.

Cats or Dogs: Any of the two. Baby cats are sweet and cute and so are dogs when they’re mute. But from a distance please.

Month I was born in: November!

Favorite fruit(s): Grapes and Mangoes. Yes to fruits any day. But no to uncooked green grass. Strict NO.

Middle name: I don’t have one and I don’t wish to have one.

My biggest worry currently: my hair 😦 I wish I had long tresses. 

Favorite color(s): Green to look at. And pink on me.

A country I want to visit: Switzerland.

The college I want to attend: Not college but high school. Something like the one in Rockford movie.

A pet peeve of mine: I really hate it when people break your trust when you confide in them.

Favorite IG account: What is IG?

Favorite Ice cream flavour(s): My favorite question. Coffee with lot of nuts from Cream-stone/BR. Big NO to strawberry ice-cream. How does it even count as an ice-cream yaar seriously? I think it is Benedryl cough syrup made to look like ice-cream. All ice-cream lovers should try coconut/guava from Naturals.

Miss Raman: Please do the honors of continuing this tag. I am promoting your blog as I promised you one day.