Kiraaye ke ghar the badalate rahe
Musaafir ke raste badalte rahe,
muqaddar mein chalna thaa chalte rahe
Koi phool saa haath kaandhe pe thaa,
mere paanv sholon pe chalte rahe
Mere raaste mein ujaalaa rahaa,
diye us ki aankhon ke jalte rahe
Vo kyaa thaa jisse hamne thukraa diya magar,
umar bhar haath malte rahe
Mohabbat adaavat vafaa berukhi,
kiraaye ke ghar the badalate rahe
Sunaa hai unhe bhi hava lag gai,
havaaon ke jo rukh badalate rahe
Lipat ke charaagon se vo so gaye,
jo phoolon pe karavat badalate rahe – Bashir Badr
Eleven months were about to pass and the lease would be over, it was time to move, to find a new house, or should I say a place to live in. Moving out of one place to another is always a disconcerting experience. The comfort zone that we have form is broken. Small questions spring up. From, how the new neighbours will be to kaandha batata kahan milega?
People who have stayed in this city more than I have, had all been warning me for sometime, that finding a place to live in, is difficult, especially with my condition of wanting a place close to office. But like always, all that people say, never really happens to me. I was able to find a place to live in, close to my office, within two hours of starting my search.
This place is sea facing or so says my broker. Though it’s an entirely different issue that the sea is visible only if one jumps and turns one’s head in a particular direction, all at one go.
There was a slight problem, though ideally located, the place was in a bad shape and needed a lot of overhauling. And that would cost money. I soon figured out that the landlord did not have the money and was waiting for me to hand over the security deposit to get the work done.
Having handed him the money, we decided on the date I would finally move in. As I write this it’s been almost a week since the day I was supposed to originally move in. I still have not. In the meanwhile I have been shuttling from one colleague’s house to another. From, Khar to Thane to Vashi.
Living with friends was ruled out coz most of them are married by now. And the fact they are married, makes for most, marriage their only reality and they expect all those who are unmarried to be married. We all reach this stage in life when the world in general seems to think its time to “settle down” in life. And the married lot forms a large fraction of this lot. But at the end of a day’s work, the last question you want to answer is, “Aur shaadi ka kya socha?”, “What plans for marriage?”, “By when do you plan to get married” etc.
Eleven months were about to pass and the lease would be over, it was time to move, to find a new house, or should I say a place to live in. Moving out of one place to another is always a disconcerting experience. The comfort zone that we have form is broken. Small questions spring up. From, how the new neighbours will be to kaandha batata kahan milega?
People who have stayed in this city more than I have, had all been warning me for sometime, that finding a place to live in, is difficult, especially with my condition of wanting a place close to office. But like always, all that people say, never really happens to me. I was able to find a place to live in, close to my office, within two hours of starting my search.
This place is sea facing or so says my broker. Though it’s an entirely different issue that the sea is visible only if one jumps and turns one’s head in a particular direction, all at one go.
There was a slight problem, though ideally located, the place was in a bad shape and needed a lot of overhauling. And that would cost money. I soon figured out that the landlord did not have the money and was waiting for me to hand over the security deposit to get the work done.
Having handed him the money, we decided on the date I would finally move in. As I write this it’s been almost a week since the day I was supposed to originally move in. I still have not. In the meanwhile I have been shuttling from one colleague’s house to another. From, Khar to Thane to Vashi.
Living with friends was ruled out coz most of them are married by now. And the fact they are married, makes for most, marriage their only reality and they expect all those who are unmarried to be married. We all reach this stage in life when the world in general seems to think its time to “settle down” in life. And the married lot forms a large fraction of this lot. But at the end of a day’s work, the last question you want to answer is, “Aur shaadi ka kya socha?”, “What plans for marriage?”, “By when do you plan to get married” etc.
Sometimes I wonder, whether these questions come from a real concern for me or the inability to make a decent conversation. My guess is it’s more of the latter. When you have finished asking about the weather, put in a line about marriage.
As time goes on, we have very less in common with individuals we once called friends. There reality now is different and so is mine. Or maybe they are still stuck with theirs and I have moved on. What does one do in such a situation? Do we still call them friends? What do you do, when they can only talk about their jobs ( or how they suck) or how much other people are earning ( grass, as they say, is always greener on the other side) or the stock market ( life cant get more boring than this). And if you run out of all these, there is always syrupy nostalgia to fall back upon. But that’s just a foolish way to try to bring back yesterday[1]. The magic that was there has gone missing.
And the same logic works the other way around as well, friends I would like to spend time with, have also moved on. Life as they say works in circles. What does one do when one outgrows a relationship?Are relationships meant to be broken? Every relationship that I outgrow brings less permance in my life. The entire thing makes me wonder, whether there will ever be any permanence in my life or life will continue be a series of stop gap arrangements, like the houses I have to find every eleven months. Or am I just standing at the end of line, waiting out my time?[2]
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