This is the city I live in

We were driving back from CP last night after dinner and stopped at India Gate for that customary ice cream. There was a Honda city parked right in front of the ice cream wala. They were buying a cornetto, more like some six or seven of them. The ice cream wala was a young kid, must be sixteen or so.

The driver was screaming at him over something and kept yelling for five minutes. Then, as most Delhites do to show power, pulled out his phone and called someone. For the next five minutes someone on the phone terrorized the poor kid. Eventually, to end his ordeal he gave the Honda city dude his money back.

All this for free ice cream.

Jumping out of bed

Friday is a happy day.

Once I get over the traffic that is.

Today was exhausting as usual. As much as I love Delhi in the rains, I just can't tolerate another bumpy ride back home. My favorite way to wile away time till mumma get dinner ready is to catch up on all the recorded movies.

That is when I decided to watch 'Julie & Julia' for the n th time. I absolutely love the film, cracks me up every single time. But more importantly it really fills me with hope every time I watch it. Hoping that someday, I too will find something that I absolutely love to do. And it is best articulated by Julia Child, describing her cooking classes - "I can't wait to get up every morning. I literally jump out of bed."

I can't wait to feel that way. Mumma tells me it'll come to me on its own. Yet I know I have to start looking. I don't hate the corporate world but I know there's something else out there for me. I just haven't managed to put my finger on it yet. I've been moping for the last two months, complaining about the corporate life, telling all and sundry that I was doing just about ok.

But now I'm putting a stop to that.

I know I need a deadline. I'd originally thought a year should be enough. But I've been working for four months and time really has flown. Maybe purpose doesn't reveal itself just because one has a methodical approach to finding it. I have no other way I guess.

So I'm going to start by making a list of everything that pops into my head and hopefully, I'll find something I'll jump out of bed for every morning.

Amen.

Roger Federer

This blog has been alive for close to four years and I've never ever written a single post completely dedicated to Him.

I'd planned to write this post right after the French Open final but then I figured I'd wait till Wimbledon. That obviously didn't go too well.

So this one is right after his thirtieth birthday.

Happy birthday Roger.

With this birthday, a deadline I've hung on to since I was fifteen also expired. I spent most of school/ college nursing the ambition of someday being his wife.

"When I'll be 22, he'll only be 29"

*sigh*

But yes we've come a long way. I don't remember the first time I saw him play. Originally he was the other Swiss for me. But after a while I just couldn't take Hingis getting slaughtered by the Williams' on a regular basis.

And then the obsession began.

I've cried after many a Grand Slam heart breaks, stolen Sports Stars from the library (thank you Krishanu!), changed the channel every time he lost a point, got back a bundle of newspapers in German from Switzerland after he won the French Open and insisted on buying the men's vogue because he was on the cover.

I love his story and he really has been an inspiration all these years. Things haven't gone so well this year but I love the fact that he refuses to believe he hasn't got it in him anymore. I believe him.

Here's to the Olympics and Wimbledon 2012.