What’s in a view? Everything…


One of the best ways to realize the passage of time is when you realize that suddenly, a huge building has popped up right next to your place of work or home, or on one of the roads you frequent.

One day, construction is still on, and the very next, the building is standing tall and proud, its shining facade gleaming in the sun and shimmering with bright lights at night.

That is when you realize that time has truly flown. You begin to forget what used to be in the place where this new building has dropped its roots.

Hmmm, but I am rambling a bit here. This post is neither about the passage of time nor about concrete jungles. 

It is about a new hotel cum mall that has popped-up very close to our home. There’s nothing special about that, you may say. ‘Tis probably happening all around the world!

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Courtesy – http://www.world-wallpaper.com

There is only one small issue that I have with this building. When I step out on my balcony or look out from my bedroom window, my eyes are level with the new hotel’s swanky gym.

I get up in the middle of the night for a drink of water, and there are people working out, on cross trainers and treadmills. I can see their silhouettes, burning hundreds of calories.

Then again, I wake up early sometimes, and look out, and there they are again, working out.

Who are these people, who are so motivated to work out late at night and early in the morning? They look like the people we read about in books, who have a busy life and are productive      24 × 7.

As I type this, I am walking towards my balcony to check. All treadmills are occupied! Wow.

I am glad for the bright light of day, because then I cannot see the inside of the gym, and what I can’t see doesn’t bother me, or make me feel guilty – especially the guilt that stems from all the sweets and savouries I have been wolfing down this Diwali season.

Come to think of it, this could be a great USP if our house were to be sold. House with a gym-view to inspire…round the clock!

The Sounds of Annoyance


I had just gone back to work after my maternity leave.

With a baby at home and tiring days at work, I grabbed every little opportunity that I could, to catch a few winks.

On one such evening, I had come home with my ‘Things to do’ list still over-flowing. After spending time with my little one, and putting her to sleep, I got down to my chores. And that’s when it started. A mechanical whirring and grinding that grated on my nerves.

The noise was so loud that I couldn’t hear myself think. The source of the noise, I found, was from a five star hotel, with whom our building shared a compound wall. When I went out to check, it looked like some kind of maintenance work was going on. And the noise continued to deafen. I was worried that my daughter would wake up.

My husband came home, and needless to say, was equally aggravated. Thankfully our little angel slept on.

I was in a foul mood and decided to write to the local community newspaper the next day, I thought up dire threats that I would issue to the hotel’s managing staff. Maybe a complaint to the police would also shake them up, I thought. Outrage, and anger simmered. My neighbours came by, and we raved and ranted.

The droning went on till the wee hours of the morning. We barely slept that night, and I woke up with a pounding headache. I was on the warpath, ready to take the hotel guys to court. I was on a mission.

I kick-started my day with many mugs of strong coffee.

At 7.00 a.m, the door bell chimed loudly. A beautiful woman in a saree, and a man in a formal suit stood at the door. They had a huge bouquet in their hands.

They gave it to me and said, “Ma’am, we are from the hotel behind your building. We are here to apologize for all the disturbance that we caused last night. One of the main water pipes burst and had to be fixed immediately.”

“Oh, ok”, I said, not really knowing what else to say.

“And Ma’am, please accept this cake from our bakery, though it cannot compensate for the inconvenience caused to you”, said the elegant lady.

I thanked them for having come by, in person, to apologize. I said bye and walked in.

When I opened the cake box, there was a message written in white icing on the cake which read –

“We are sorry. Let’s make up with a cake.”

I smiled. I smiled as I remembered how angry I was the night before. I smiled as I realized that simple and thoughtful acts like these go a long way in helping us forget and forgive.