My World

  Spongebob Squarepants was one of my favorite cartoon series growing up. I sang along with the theme song, I giggled with them and wished for a friendship like that of Spongebob and Patrick. I related more to the fun and chaos that Spongebob and Patrick enjoyed, while feeling Squidward was always so negative and a spoiler. Fast forward to nearly two decades later and I can totally understand Squidward’s perspective. You want to have some peace and quiet when you get home, you want some relaxation, you want some me time after being around people all day. It doesn’t help when you have noisy neighbors who have no idea about boundaries and personal space or when you say no, it means no. You do not have to be grumpy or cynical as Squidward or hate your job to feel that way. The gist is you do not always have to be doing something to enjoy your time. As a child, you enjoy the innocence and energy and giddiness that Spongebob and Patrick are, as an adult you see they can be annoying ...

  I still remember,  I was standing near the entrance looking out at the garden. I was at my best friend’s home and she had gone to get her ever famous chips chilly for me. I was to leave for Bangalore again, in a couple of days. While I waited, I looked out at the garden and this thought came into my head. “Who is it harder for? The one leaving or the ones left behind?” Is it going to be harder for me in a new place readjusting and exploring, or my best friend here, who will me miss me? Is it harder for a person to settle in a completely new place with a completely new lifestyle and have to find new people or for a person to see the same old places, the same old alleys and reminiscent the good times they had with their friend who are not around at the moment? It was a random thought that filled my mind a couple of minutes and then I got over it. Some time after resettling here in Bangalore, my best friend sent me a reel. The reel was about 2 close friends who used to lived ...