My cheese is still there...

Was it jus the book “Who Moved My Cheese?” or did it start much before? I don’t quite know for sure but the urgency to master and be at ease with “CHANGE” has been there for as long as I can remember.

When I went to Delhi recently, I deliberately took the Mudrika, the local bus service that takes you along the “Ring Road”. I used that bus route when I was studying in the university some 4-5 odd years back. It was hot and the seats weren’t exactly plush but I enjoyed the ride. Of course, I could afford a more “apt” mode but I just didn’t want to. I went to the same old Arts Faculty Building in DU - North Campus, only to find out that the canteen we used to frequent for the Rs. 12/- half plate chowmien had been demolished. Not a happy feeling I must admit. It was almost as if I didn’t want it to change…the old familiarity often lends a sense of security of being in your “own place”. The change that time brings…disturbs that. After long sessions of (often senseless) deep thought I have come to the conclusion that it’s not that I am bad at the art of welcoming change, its something else. I simply don’t want the element of change to be there when it comes to certain facets of my life and certain people in my life.

Pune to me means the “bun-maska” at Café Goodluck or the vada-pao…well anywhere in the city. I will not stop enjoying them just because I can now afford a lunch at Mainland China and Chandigarh in winters will always mean that bowl of chicken soup behind Sector-35. Jus realized…I’m concentrating solely on food here! But hey…you get the point, right? Call me an animal from the Jurassic Age but I am not so gung ho about the idea of running towards Mr. Change with open arms for each and everything in my life.


The real mistake is when you expect the same from people. Well…they often do change. And at times you feel you’re the only fool around that remained just the same while everybody around you “got a new life”. There is nothing more comfortable than an evening with an old friend…who’s hasn’t turned “new”! You don’t have to start anywhere or worry about what you’re saying, after all it’s your old friend!

There is this comfort zone that one has...where change isn’t welcome. Tell me, would you like it if tomorrow when you go home and the food your Mom cooked started tasting different? Or if the way your Dad smelled when he gave you a hug changed?

Well...yeah your beloved galfrnd does become your wife oneday! But hey...you dare now call that an un-welcome change eh?!?!