"He's only your fiancé if he comes from the Fiancé region of France. Otherwise he's just your sparkling boyfriend"
Two years, many dates, some lovely trips and multiple additional kilos later... It's going rather well!
experiments in life, love, architecture and photography.
"He's only your fiancé if he comes from the Fiancé region of France. Otherwise he's just your sparkling boyfriend"
Two years, many dates, some lovely trips and multiple additional kilos later... It's going rather well!
I've been asked a few times by people who have no connection to military life if Independence day and Republic days are big events for us as defense families... My nonchalant reaction was unexpected for them... Just as unexpected as their question was to me. It means as much to me as it does to any average person. I've grown up in cantonments all across the country and I can vouch for the fact that these events are more for non Military people than they are for serving soldiers and their families. Yesterday was Kargil Vijay Divas and seeing some posts on twitter I was wondering who really is it for? It may, for the defense forces, regiments and fractions- be a day of remembering the martyrs and celebrating our victory. But it serves more as a reminder of the huge failure of our intelligence agencies and diplomacy. And war was the extremely high cost we had to bear for it. It eventually isn't a triumph but a lesson we seem to have learned from... To some extent at least.
How do I explain that the military is a professional organisation (more so today than it was twenty years ago) and not fervently patriotic most of the times, but is trained to go over and beyond the call of duty when the situation arises? We all love our complicated country and our love is constantly being tested now more than it was even five years ago, but that doesn't mean that each and every serviceman and their families hold extra celebrations on National days such as these. We are citizens, same as everyone else but with many perks that central government services offer. Indian military is in a constant state of war preparedness but they are ones that want it least. The burden of war is often too much on the collective shoulders of a few military people and their limited support systems.
The Indian military, especially the Army- is also a large, bloated orgaisation averse to change. It has not yet wholeheartedly accepted women in active serving duty thirty years thirty years since they were inducted. When I say that, I don't mean the system, but it's people. It's Men. It's always the men, isn't it? Nature of conflict has changed. More drastically now than twenty three years ago when we fought our last war in Kargil. It's changing constantly. So why isn't the organisation? There have been plans of change for years and when finally implemented in the form of the Agniveer scheme, weren't received well. Maybe it's the scheme itself, people's expectations from it or the nature of implementation, I can't say what. But the fact remains that the military needs massive change. In it's size, outlook, reception to technology, it's mileu, approach to peacekeeping and it's outreach. It's outreach beyond just patriotism and pride. Not just something someone else's sons and daughters can be a part of, but our own too. I noticed some changes in the military from my last few experiences of cantonment life in the early 2000s. Excesses were being trimmed, long time traditions were being shaken up. But most importantly, it was being humanised. I won't say that the military has been absolutely effective in curbing Kashmir and North East conflict since these changes since it's not simply a matter of control, and that's what they are trained to do. Traditionally they were trained to deal with an external threat though here, the threat was internal. One's own people. No training for that! It took time and harsh lessons but their approach to the region has changed. Their approach to the locals and the people has changed. But the scars already inflicted are deep rooted and difficult to heal.
I started writing this post on the day of Kargil Vijay diwas, and finishing it well after Independence day. This year we were encouraged to show our love for the country with flags in every house. And why not... Citizens have fought in court for their right to be able to display the country's flag in their house which was previously not possible. On the whole, most people have taken the display/non display of flags in the right spirit, and I hope it continues to be so. There's a lot I don't like about overtly public displays of patriotism, But I must say that my flag - the one I bought from Khadi Bhandar Pathankot during my final stint at being an army kid at a cantonment in 2005, the one that display on my balcony every independence year since, looked better than most of the other flags in my neighbourhood!
Old sketch from the other blog. Yes I have a few.
Pools are back, baby! And I'm back in the pool. I've been swimming better than until two years ago. And marginally faster. I've built up my stamina over 20/21 and it has helped with swimming. Not just that, my freestyle stroke has improved. I used to cross my right arm over the line of my head earlier and was a habit I couldn't seem to shake it off! Who knew a two year break would be what I needed to get rid of it... (Swimming has marginally helped with my running too!) Another thing that this break did: Made me get used to swimming goggles. I never liked wearing swimming goggles as I thought they weren't always fully water tight and would fog up and even though my eyes are sensitive, I would brave the chlorine and go about my day with sore eyes and I was ok with it. But day two of me swimming in the pool I realised that my eyes were hurting just too much and was affecting my swim as I kept stopping to try to clear my eyes. Also, I was seeing halos around brightly lit things throughout the day because of the chlorine and alum. I was done... done with hating on swimming goggles. I had to go watch a movie in the theatre that evening (theatres are open baby!) but I made it a point to buy a pair of swimming goggles which weren't too expensive. I bought the cheapest pair of speedo goggles I could find. (I watched the movie with still slightly sore eyes) The next day I went swimming wearing those goggles. They fit snugly and let no water in and I could swim non stop! Now this was something. The next day I swam a km of freestyle at a stretch. 40 lengths... no mean feat for me! I've been swimming a kilometre regularly since. I decided to finally also join a gym for strength training too! I entered a gym after a good twenty years and it has been going well... (except for the various gym trainers who have at different times and with different levels of passive aggression told me that there's a lot of work I need to do to achieve the desired body composition and weight (Whatever that means... all I want is to be consistent at this and keep feeling better. sigh...)
While all this was happening, my boyfriend needed to go through a major surgery. It has been physically taxing on him but it went better than expected and I'm thankful that he went through it before it could become anything too serious. He is recovering well now. The last few weeks have been a lot with work and swimming, gym, hospital trips and stuff at home, and I couldn't have gone through everything without it affecting me mentally and physically had it not been for my improved level of fitness. I'm finding less time to while away now a days (which isn't always a bad thing, I would say.)
New Bae |
My colleague Pooja had a second baby in August and I have been busy with office work in her absence. It's been intense but also a lot of fun. Not only did I think I could manage all the office work simultaneously, I also decided it was a good time to date someone new. This is someone I knew but wasn't sure if I wanted to date. Having not dated anyone in the same city for... lets just say a considerable amount of time enough to make one feel like an avid swimmer out of the dating pool and I wanted to dive back in (Makes sense?) The point is, I always juggle a lot of things when I am busier with work than when I am not. I have even updated my blog more times in the span of a couple of weeks than I have this year yet! I've done it all (not everything of course, but you know what I mean) I don't know how efficiently, but I'm focusing more on the tasks at hand and enjoying the process extremely. Yes. The twenty three year old me will not believe the thirty seven year old me. The increased workload is manageable because of the wonderful architects and interns working with us. But I really miss Pooja during client meetings. I have to speak twice as much and I'm parched all the time.
Of the many meetings over these last two months, I was on a zoom call with a client... Let call him Akshat Malkani. I addressed him as Mr. Malkani on emails and on the call as I wasn’t sure if he was okay being on first name basis with me from the start. He asked me to call him Akshat since (his words, not mine) “Mr. Malkani is my father.” It was funny and relatable, but this point hit home when the person I'm dating started calling me by my surname endearingly and all I could say was “sure call me that, but Kulkarni was my father.” I’ve never been called by my surname much and I don’t mind it, but whenever someone calls me “Kulkarni” I imagine my father because that’s what his colleagues and friends called him. It's a warm gooey feeling in my heart and brings a smile to my face. This came spontaneously and sincerely from the bottom of my heart and my client’s comment resonated wonderfully. These two moments have made me smile whenever I think about it... and I’ve thunk about it quite a lot lately!
It's a rare occasion that I quote pop culture but this dialogue from Bojack horseman really resonated with me: "Closure is a made up thing by Steven Spielberg to sell movie tickets. It, like true love and the Munich Olympics, doesn't exist in the real world. The only thing to do now is just to keep living forward."
It’s
been a while since I’ve been through a heart break. Years... many
years! But I went through another a few months ago, and I’m glad that I went through something leading me to the
eventuality that is the beginning of the end of a relationship. I hadn't been in one for far too long. It was
great, but long distance because- covid. But since I decided to
break a few patterns I’m used to (namely, telling all my friends about
it in real time instead of ages after it happens and wallowing in self
pity for too long after) I saw myself handling the heartbreak much
better this time around. And ready to move on. Who knew talking to
people helps! Someone should have told me this fifteen years ago when I
had my first real heartbreak But hindsight is 20/20... and I have to interrupt to say that this
phrase has really taken a life of its own over the past year, hasn’t it?
Jackfruits growing outside Auroville bakery cafe |
PS: I am not going to let this blog post jinx the activity.
A picture of a pretty pineapple because... why not. |
So I had a strange- I want to say 'thought' today. It's a Sunday and it's not really going well for a couple of tiny reasons starting with a slightly messed up breakfast. Yesterday Pooja and I were talking about how the slowdown has affected our work (Not Covid-19, I really mean the slowdown...) but it might also be because the nature of our work which goes against what most people think they want/need and it's difficult to really put our finger on the problem. In the meanwhile we are holding out, with some contingency measures in place. As I have mentioned before in an earlier post, I have been focusing on me and my health during this lockdown, and I've been feeling quite positive despite this situation we are in. Even now. And I feel that's one reason why this thought crossed my mind. And not for the first time.
A little background: Back when I was a semi famous, moderate local celebrity camera DIY person, spending a lot of time playing, fixing, making and generally doing fun things with photography techniques, cameras, lenses and allied equipment, I had this kind of thought for the first time. I aspired to start a company to manufacture affordable and high quality photography equipment. Even had a cool name for it - 'DRACON' (IKR!) I would have wanted to start this venture sometime in mid 2013, but by the end of that year, M+P came into existence, and that was my primary career focus (In hindsight, it was a fantastic decision as new camera companies is the last thing that would have worked with mobile phone photography exploding the way it did... My venture would have collapsed even before it could take off... similar to so many startups that I am sceptical about and don't hear about it ever post the initial enthusiasm.) I love my work at M+P. Every single moment of it gives me absolute joy and satisfaction and I want to continue and grow it (albeit, at my own pace.) But today, I suddenly that at some point of time I want to get into manufacturing... something. If not camera/equipment, at least some form of it because I understand the fun of photography OR some architectural material manufacturing which is based on the principles of sustainable, sensible and sensitive architecture that I believe in. I don't want it just for myself either. I want my friends and their expertise to be a part of it too... And as any person fresh out of college, I have daydreams of this company being an ideal business practice. Sustainable in all respects, carbon neutral and fair to its people and consumers. All while existing in our wonderful corruption free country with it's pro-business laws, government(s) and bureaucracy and with the self awareness that I may not have an aptitude for business. Such idealism, such naïveté, such... stupidity. Yet, I'm not discarding this thought... just archiving it for the time being. There's a thin line between being brave and being stupid and I intend to walk it and find out eventually.
Someday... someday.
... Is what I wanted when I decided to bunk work today. Well I didn't go to work, but worked a lot at home instead (and places other than office). I wanted to give my cycle for repairs and servicing but the technicians aren't available so it's just a bike ride for me in the evening... Maybe I'll explore a different route today. One of the old ones which I loved cycling on back in the day.
In what is usually not a great look for me, I decided to wear my heart on my sleeve and put myself out there yesterday. The success rate for such things for me is 50% but that statistic isn’t saying much since I’ve only done it twice before with contrasting results. However, It feels slightly difference this time... while the previous two efforts (and I mean that word literally) were a result of the follows: quite a lot of calculated deliberation, exasperation, then tepid confidence, and finally what felt like a short but botched up actual response. Bleh. This time it was impulsive. Early. And I don’t feel stupid for feeling so vulnerable afterward. It may just be age (and the cynicism that comes with it) that’s not playing havoc with my sense of self and in reality making me feel far less embarrassed than I should. But here I am finding myself baring a part of my soul for someone to see, seemingly knowing what they would feel, yet deep down also knowing that maybe I don’t quite know what they feel? Am I tossing and turning in bed, waiting for a response? No. And am I skeptical? Yes. Am I ready for disappointment? Oh... much more than I used to be used to. Now If that ain’t growth, I don’t know what is.