Several Things

At the moment, I'm a bit miffed. But that is, I feel, a very small dip in the regular series of ups and downs that make my life interesting. As indicated in the title of this post, I intend to write here about Several Things.

The Post Office Experiences:
Lately, we've woken up to the fact that the bro's wedding is less than a month away, and that we really ought to send out some invitations soon. Once this idea dawned, we moved fast - very fast - at the speed of speed-post, infact!
As I still haunt the wilderness of JNU pretty regularly, and since that happens to be a wilderness which had long ago swallowed a postoffice and stored it somewhere in the underbrush, I was appointed as the official Post Office liaison person. In other words, I was sent almost every day to post a few cards.
The first day there was a sense of reserve on both sides. You don't want to laugh at something only to find out that it was you who was the joke, afterall! At the end of getting four cards speed-posted, however, I sensed that I was being looked upon with benevolent avuncular eyes.
This impression was strengthened over the next few visits, which were increasingly resembling rollicking sessions of almost backslapping pally-ness. The uncles at the PO would very sweetly ask after my health, how work was progressing, and whether or not the cards posted already had reached. This, when I had expected boredom, curtness, if not irritation from them!
What struck me most, however, was the unruffled acceptance of technology that they had managed in, I think, three months time. Everytime the Printer would give him any trouble, Speed-Post-Uncle would coolly switch off the computer's main power switch and restart it. If anyone tried to suggest an easier alternative, he would simply state the obvious... He'd managed fine this way for the last three months, he was sure he'd manage now...

About someone:
As stated right at the beginning, I have ups and downs. Everyone does, that I know of. But lately I've noticed that certain people make me feel very sad everytime we meet. This doesn't have anything to do with anything, except that I had thought that phase was over. But no, it isn't... it just makes me want to sit and be sombre. And it really is ridiculous when I look at the big picture or the whatever it is!

About Someone Else:
On the other hand, there is another person who is making me very happy on an almost regular basis! Which is not to say I don't get upset with this person - of course I do! This is me, after all.. but let's just say the lows are fewer than the highs. And the highs are pretty high, in case you were wondering. Yesterday, for instance, I was so happy that even random people(including the snooty looking sort) couldn't resist the sparkle in my eye and my smile(bordering on a grin) and the funny part of course was when they'd suddenly look guilty as though they'd broken some personal code of not smiling at happy strangers! For the record, while I am not as high today as I was yesterday, I'm still pretty content.

About A Coincidence:
This one is nice, though slightly freaky if you think about it. As has been pretty well recorded in the course of this post, I've been happy, and nice things are happening which make the not so nice things seem completely manageable. Interestingly, in another city, similar nice things are happening to a friend, and it's freaky if you look at the timing... Everything is happening almost at the same pace!! And it's not the first time this is happening with us!!

About A Complete Stranger:
It may have been because the happiness was spilling out of me in semi-tidal-waves or something, but I was accosted and invited home by a complete stranger, who started out by looking a little worried, and ended up with quite a smile. As I was walking peacefully along the road, wondering where to get an auto from, a slightly-over-middle-age lady tugged at my bag and informed me that she'd seen me somewhere. So we stood there at the side of a busy road; she listing out the places she thought she'd seen me, how she thought I looked like her daughter's friend, how many children she had, how close their school was to her house, etc, etc, while I smiled on, and patiently explained that it was probably a mistaken resemblance thing. Then she grabbed my hand and walked on, telling me about how her knees hurt, and inviting me again to come home and sit a while with her. For a bit I was nonplussed, then I explained that I had to go places, so she saw me to an auto and went her way, looking pretty happy, and leaving me a bit bewildered.