BEING TALL... CURSE OR A BOON??

  Indeed, the more often heard tittle is 'science... curse or a boon'! But here, being tall is the subject to my question! Going back in time,where no cities existed..only villages and communities, the population did not exceed a few hundreds; the average height of a person was not too much. Today, a man with a height of 6 feet and a woman with height 5.5 feet are considered to have a decent height.Now a days, being tall is not an accessory to your appearance, its no luxury, its the need of the hour!
    Why is it so? The ever increasing- never in control population, or the introduction of high street fashion and couture? Or, does it depend whether "you are a complan boy?"!!
From reaching monkey bars by just leaning over your toes, to having a clear view of almost everything! After all 'A VIEW FROM THE TOP IS ALWAYS BETTER!'
From the opportunity to breathe well and moving swiftly in the mobbed local trains, buses and pathways, to having the confidence to reach almost everything..... I mean  the duster on the blackboard, the dabba of masala on the top shelf, hanging clothes on the drier! Ice-creams in the freezer are no goals too far... toffees kept in jars up high are no aims too distant! Other girls, just managing their wobbly walk in their most priced pair of heels, where flats become your soul-sisters! And for the guys, no pair of jeans too long and no basket too high! Pleasures of being tall almost, score a cent!
    Though sometimes, carrying a relief-spray can come in handy! Wonder why? May be because, your head gets tossed a few times extra by fellow classmates, for them to seek a better view of the professor in the class.. quite often, you are indeed their rescuer when they need to text somebody or just doze off for a little while!
Being tall comes with a handful of curses too. To begin with, NICKNAMES! Friends, oh, they can never fall short of those!! Standing in queues can be your arch enemy. Very frequently you may hear people swearing by your genes, for forbidding their sight, of what lies...beyond you! When people tend to stamp your foot, its you're fault..after all, you have the huge foot!! A big palm with enormous fingers, actually becomes a muse for friends and family. Gaining or losing weight can gain attention really quick. During functions, seeing little food on your plate, you may end up being approached for various marriage proposals, but who knows that  starters is your thing! Relatives never grow; they assume, even you don't; and confirming that; would be "So long, the last time I saw you, you were so small(demonstrating an infant with their hands)and now..(demonstrating like you have become a long-necked, awkward giraffe) so big" Hence, relatives can sound hilarious at times! When it comes to travel, an auto rickshaw or a cab can send your legs for a toss.
    Grandpas and grandmas are proud of your height and pals can get away with pulling your leg!
   Being tall, is an experience!! what I have learnt is, LOVE IT TO LIVE IT!!

WORLD BEYOND SPECTACLES

     Spectacles can be your friends, they help you get a better look of your surroundings. Though sometimes, they hinder your view of certain minute details you ought to get from the corner of your eyes. And believe me, the virtue of life lies in the little things people do for you, with you, because of you, or around you!
     When I wear my pair of glasses, I get a clear view of almost everything in front of my eyes, its almost...perfect! But, when I don't have my second pair of eyes, I have to struggle a little to search for particular persons, lookout for the good and the bad. From a mile away, everything looks hazy, but as I keep walking, rather stumbling towards what seems right, each thing falls in place (I too fall in a lot of places) like it is meant to be and I am just joining the dots!
     Sometimes, imperfection and making mistakes is better than doing everything the right way! At least, I have a story to share, an incident to remember and every spot earns its own memory! Sometimes, not wearing glasses can be metaphoric to making mistakes. Sometimes asking for help, drags you to the right person, at the right time, for your right solution! (too dramatic...but true) Sometimes, rubbing your eyes is much better than cleaning the lenses of your spectacles.
     Oh! I've even got into the wrong bus  few (many) times, but not knowing 'whats next' is amazing. Though you end up like a little fool at times, every time you pass through the same spot or see the same bus, a sheepish smile will definitely flash across your face, with only you knowing 'Why'. And that, is special!
     Of course, with being able to see it all, comes a sense of confidence, but a nail-biting experience is necessary to recollect something.. someday! If everything becomes an event, irrespective of whether good OR bad it becomes of great importance.... either to laugh about, or to learn from. If you're too scared to leave your glasses behind, you could try contact lenses... at least your view wouldn't be obstructed, but, the irritation and discomfort will prevail. If you're ever too scared to take a 'leap of faith', just think to yourself, what a memory  the next few moments of your life could make! because, UNLESS YOU LET GO OF "SOMETHING" OLD, YOU WOULDN'T BE ABLE TO HOLD GRIP ONTO "ANYTHING" NEW!!!!

travel...NO WAY!

     Jam is better on my bread, than on the streets of the city! It rather seems like ants , or in this case, donkeys travel faster than humans. Try carpooling, two wheelers or public transport, even footpaths fall short.. not only for pedestrians but also for vehicles themselves.'ruk ruk ke nah chal ruk ruk ke' should be the new slogan of the transport department or the B.M.C. Neither is rash driving, over taking nor is changing your lane an option these days. The only way one can meet with an accident is boredom or by falling asleep and bumping into someone. A perfect weekend drive can probably leave you with music without a radio. I mean, a grumbling companion can certainly present versatility.
      Well the advantage is, one can make several friends on the way.. either by appreciating cars, cursing the traffic and of course.. the government... or by simply loving your old music player all the more through the journey..'kyuki har ek friend zaroori hota hi' The other icing on your traffic saga are festivals. You may either be crazy to step out of doorstep, or you don't have a home.. the streets and crowded lanes of Mumbai are your home! OR.. you're just a practically jobless and optionless student, who can do nothing but embrace the traffic and pray to the 'signal baba' to 'go green'
     One may complain about the poor infrastructure of the city, it is actually on its way to get an identity of its own! If not you, your children, your grandchildren or at least their children may be able to relish the comforts of the monorail and metro(affirmation implied)
     If you think that I've missed out on waterways as there is no option here, then the railways..here comes the MEGA BLOCK! And when i write this,an analogy flashes through my mind. Like Mumbai is the heart of the nation, her local trains... are her arteries and veins (pardon me.. side effects of being a sciences student) and even one blockage can disrupt everything. Mumbaikars actually face this every Sunday! And plus, if you're a student, early morning tutorials sound preferable... better than late afternoons!
    Though, the pitied ones are from Kalwa, Thane, Belapur. Weekends may be rivals, but only great company at college can help them survive the painstaking travel each day!
Sitting on the seat of a bus, cab or train and burning your derriere is certainly not how your journey should be!