charge - discharge

went in search for a matka (earthen water pot) so that i could have cool water without using the refrigerator, now that summer is here. Went till Marathalli bridge where i (believed, and was told) would find one. After searching through hundreds of street vendors selling socks, school/college bags (seriously, how does one lose a pair of socks so frequently??) and hundreds of acres of HAL-concrete-posing-as-parking-area later, i discovered a pile of earthen ware, but no one to sell them.

The ever-helpful-neighbouring-storekeeper said the pot-owner would be selling only the next day. So, back to home it was, wading through the above-mentioned sights and 'stores' and through a few thousand cigarette shops..

I decided to walk down 5+ km at 2.30 pm..and it turned out to be a good decision. The non-circulating stale air i am forced to breathe in office and the buses had stifled me. An hour walking in the sun and breeze (with little traffic, thanks to it being a saturday and probably since there is some cricket match with india involved going on), i am alive again.

Now, one of the joys of a summer saturday - a quick siesta. :-)

realisations - again and again.

Imagining people walking for kilometres to fetch water or sell their produce or just go to school, and then recognising myself cursing when i don't get a seat on the way to office. Why do i get angry? Knowing that traffic is erratic and irritating, and being aware that grumbling under the helmet is of no use, why do i still suffer from road rage?

Then, imagining everything that we're exposed to in a city, at work, in a big, goal-driven society; crudely cocooned there.

Of what 'use' is this frantic hurry and want, when you're eventually going to lose? why not enjoy each moment? is being relaxed or is taking one's time being unproductive? or unambitious?

time to get a 'grip' on myself.