Caribbean Blue

Ever since I descended in New Delhi last November, I have been planning to acquire a motor car for my family and self. Motor car, indeed motor car, that is what I wanted. My one point criteria for selecting a car was value for money. I wanted maximum provision with minimum expense. After consulting lots of friends and so called auto experts, I convinced my self to go for Maruti 800. Nothing is cheaper than Rs189000/- car. All along, friends and alikes protested against my choice.... reason given...it is too ordinary. Frankly speaking, status and looks are very tempting, and I am too human not to be guided by them. Many a decision have gone awry, just because I acted with a single motive of keeping my ego and trying to meet everyones expectation. Often than not, my life is based on my perception of what others wanted of me, and on how I wished to please. Very often, I end up letting my perception of others expectation of me lead me rather than leading a life that was within me, which was yearning to be given a chance for leading owns life.
Now, once again I was torn between please all attitude and my vision of running family of of six and a parent back home with a take home pay of just Rs15000 in Delhi. My economic compulsion weighed heavily over my self inflated ego. In moments of absolute peace and stillness, I patted myself for deciding according to my rationality, rather than my emotion. But was it to be?
Last week, my departmental sanctioned a car loan of Rs144000/- and this, somewhat started blurring my vision of rationality. When I called my wife one evening and told her about my decission to go ahead with Maruti, she very gently expressed that Maruti 800, though good, was too run down, and referred how we have been driving one for near about last one decade. She opined we might consider Maruti Alto, which will give atleast a feel of channge.
Man, nothing touches a husbands ego than a wife daring in such innocuous manner. I was moved, but my prospect of living on Rs15000/- per month with a relatively large family kept me bound to my economic necessity. Well, I was still decided on going ahead with my old 800.
Last week I paid a visit to Rana Motors near Bikaji Cama place and started flipping through brochures. Salesman was at his politest way, my eyes were feasting on many cars that were displayed. While going through Alto's brochure a word 'CARIBBEAN BLUE' caught my eye. Man, consider me whatever you wish, but I had never heard of this colour and I fell in love with this colour instantly. My mind gave way to my heart without any tinge of remorse and I immediately expressed my desire to own a 'CARIBBEAN BLUE'. Salesman asked me whether I wanted to test drive or look at one that was in their garage. I didnt feel the need to have a look, I simply liked it from the brochure. Love was love and there was no place for condition . And to be in love at first sight was simply exhilarating. The cost worked out to be Rs2,89,700/- i.e after taking into account all the rebates. This was well above my budget, but desire is desire and nothing stands between my desire and my objective. Throwing all my well calculated arithmatic of economics to wind, I fished out last of my penny from my savings and ordered for my beloved 'Caribbean Blue Colour Alto'.
Today turned out to be my lucky day, a day I was looking forward for my Caribbean Blue Colour Car. I went to take delivery of my beloved car and tell you all! it didnot disappoint me.
The colour is simply cool. And I have kept it tenderly locked up in my garage as if a young lover would put his arm around his beloved for the first time.
This is the short and long of how I ended up owning a 'Caribbean Blue Colour Alto' today.

Conversing With Myself - I

Every evening I decide to be up by 0500 hrs next morning, keep my resolution for few days, then slip away by ten -fifteen minutes everyday and when I slip down to 0630, I give a buck up call to myself and once again start my 0500Hrs ritual. Presently I am in a late raising zone and thereby skipping my morning yoga and walk. Today was no exception and was up by 0630 hrs, and spent my first few moments ruing over my indiscipline life and prospect of loosing my morning exercise. And like all other previous mornings I resolved to be up by 0500Hrs from next morning. Lets see, how I bounce back from present low.
It is a very refreshing experience to be an early raiser. The fresh air that I inhale in gulps, the birds singing in nearby trees and being at their most playfull mood, the sense of control I have of my own life, the ample time I have for my day to be planned is too good to give a miss. It is that initial inertia of few moments that define my day. If I break that inertia, my day is in my hand and when I am unable to shake off my initial inertia, I get up with a feeling of being a looser and all day, the negative feeling pervades my life.
Today, some how seems to be another promising day for me, lets see what it holds for me and what make it hold for me.

So says sulu to himself

Life is a swan song

Life comes in many hues and colours and paints us with the hand that charts our destiny. It is in continuous process of evolution in incremental ways. At times it is part of me and at times it remains away from me. When it is within me, then it is in singular entity, and when it is out side of me it exists in plurality. When the duality of self is in possesion, then one can use the moment to introspect and self examination. What one's life was, what one's life is and what one's life ought to be is contempleted upon. In this moment of quiteness, one sees his life in its true colour, its contours and shapes are visible in a detached way. This is the moment when one is closest to identify himself with who he really is, a moment when one is at peace with himself and can smile at himself.
Having put my foot into mid life, I am starting to appreciate life like never before. Past four decade has been a beautiful song with its varied frequincies and tones. In celebration of wonderfull life I have lived, I dedicate this blogg to everything that life has to give me.

NB:- RM, thanks for prodding me.