Aug 31

Day 2:
Lesson- Smile and laugh; it makes people wonder about the The secret behind it.

Where it came from: I’m generally chirpy and running around, most of the time- whether in office space or anywhere else (except if it’s a totally unfamiliar location). Because I left very late last night (after 9 pm), I was late for office this morning and reached at 11. By that time, one of the distributor, a colleague and my superior were all in the same room. I was moving around-  confident, smiling and  talking (I was loud today).  The distributor pointed out if I ate something different today. Another on the phone with my boss spoke to me to know the reason- if I’ve sold too much this month. There was no secret- I was happy inside and it reflected on my face and in my body language. When you are happy, people are intrigued if there’s something they aren’t aware of. But more than for people, it’s for you – you emit positivity and it brings more positive things around you.

MHQ (My Happiness Quotient)- Aug 31st is my best friend’s Birthday. Sending her a surprise cake is my way of celebrating the day. And then it’s my mama’s Birthday as well. We’ve a family group where nobody remembered probably. I started off and that’s what have me happiness.

Spread love !

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Are you ready to die?

Do you know life’s going to end one day, all of a sudden, by itself, without any warning? It won’t knock on the door or peep through window. No doorbells, no calls (whether crank or drunk). No arguments, no love-making, no briefs and no underwear (bad joke).

When I hear such cases, I get a  feeling that they should at least have a clue that the end is approaching. And then I imagine if I get to know one morning that I’m going to die in less than a minute, am I going to have any regrets about it? Honestly, no. 

I read a beautiful statement the other day which I would want to share. Pardon me for plagiarism but I don’t know the source of this statement and it’s slightly changed too. “They say when you’re about to die, your entire life flashes right in front of your eyes. And when my time comes, this flashback would be so embarrassing that I would rather want to die.” Except that I’ll have to leave my Family. Not that they are dependent on me for anything, but it’s just that I love them. I would want to be close to them and not die. 

Just last week, I had a long and exciting trip which may be termed as thought provoking because I met some beautiful people who helped me think through what I’m doing and what I would like to do. I’m still not very clear, but I’m going to spend some time thinking about it. I’ll try to make my life more peaceful, enriching and an experience worth remembering.

And then I met a colleague yesterday, who helped me think more about  it. Rohit, that’s who he is; is fiercely competitive and is at the hilt of his corporate career. Young, 34 years old probably, he’s already promoted to the position of a head. He wants more and more and that’s where he sees his  satisfaction in. I, probably am, unable to understand this thirst and hunger and want to get ahead in  life (I was exactly there 4 years back, though- and I grew out of it). I wonder if he’ll be able to remember this journey once he would be  some 60 year old corporate honcho, Managing director of an  organization. Not that I’ll be able to remember my bufoonery, but that’s mostly because it’s going to be  an overload of embarrassed stories and crazy  adventures. Every one in life has a different perspective, and it’s almost beautiful to watch our co-existence in this world. 

For me, life is all about adventure (bungee and paragliding, that’s how I see it with my little eyes), fooling around (a drunk call, Random plans to travel), excitement (of being at a new place, meeting friends) and mostly about being with family. Tomorrow shouldn’t be regretful, because, There’s no tomorrow. 

Start living whichever way you like to, my friends. 

With lots of energetic love (bundle of energy wishing you) 

A.

I regret I died!!

If I had few more years, what would I not do to see the wedding of my son?
I remember that, right in front of my eyes, I saw it all!!
I was a chain smoker once, but that was when I was young.
I would smoke up cigarettes, and light up those evenings with my liveliness.
I would write and then I penned a book, but that was when I was young
Then I knew I would get an award and my name would appear in leading dailies
Everyone would cheer me up and I would smile, but that was when I was young
I would plan my retirement with my grandchildren and my wife, by my side
And I saw, all those dream shattering and hopes getting killed
On that bed in emergency, in a world where everything was white but my lungs
I saw my son running door to door, from one corridor to another
Asking explanations from doctors, wanting to know the reason
My son did not sign up for this when he grew up as that smart young man- as witty, as lively
My boy wasn’t aware what future held for him when he went to college
But then, even I didn’t know what was planned for me
For I was busy, smoking up my life and lighting up those cigarettes!!
This is based on my view of what my friend went through. Dedicated to uncle! May you RIP. 

Chaotic mind of a lover girl

Daily Post https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/chaotic/

This is an extempore use of the Prompt word of the Daily post Chaotic:

As she woke up every morning by his side, 

Puffed eyes, bleeding lips and tears to hide. 

Bold independent chirpy full of life,

Love, togetherness, belongingness for the strife.

A tomboy fearless carefree bird that flew high,

To a coy loving partner that she would constantly try.

Happy go lucky, eyes that shine so bright, 

Gleaming tear drops, sadness in her heart she would fight. 

The battle of right and wrong, world and herself, love and hate,

Betrayal and loyalty, chaotic endings of one sided love story, by fate. 

Love for Food

As I picked up the title, I’m very clear that it cannot be a one time post. It has to be a series of posts so that proper justice can be done to the subject and emotions for food may be digitally expressed.

Few instances that reflect upon it: 

  • The Love for food is beyond the pain of illness, physical injury or even fatness
  • Belief that fatness is a by-product and must not bother you much
  • I travel to a new place to try out the food and only the food 
  • My travel plans are executed in the following  sequence: book tickets, look out for food  joints, make a list of to-eat items, book a place closest to these eateries, check out other things to-do.
  • Most of the discussion in our household is about food 
  • My best friend is my food bud (we travel together for food) 
  • Food is a blessing- good food is heaven 
  • The feeling of pity for people who have got no special feelings for food 
  • Going to any place is bothersome only as long I’m not sure of where I would get food 
  • Haven’t shifted abroad for only a single issue of not getting food easily 
  • Weddings mean good food and so do parties 
  • Visiting relatives was always a bad idea- eating freely might get limited 
  • Always made great friends with people who cooked- my mess wale bhaiya, my maid, my cooking  friend.
  • Forever hungry is probably the right word 
  • NDTV Good Times, Food Food, Zee Khana Khazana, Food first, TLC arethe preferred TV channels 

For the love of Food, 

A.

60 days!!

Ever since I was a child, I heard that it takes 21 days to make a habit. But I feel bad about being the person I am- I’m lazy, I procrastinate and to make the things worse- I don’t do anything about it.

As I opened my WordPress app today, I saw its been 60 days that I last wrote something. This is unhealthy. Yes, and it’s mostly My laziness. Things that kept me busy all this while have no basis; but all I can do right now is to jot those down and make myself realize that I can do better: 

  • Stress for Mumbai visit (needs another post to explain my current relationship with Mumbai) 
  • Pending work at office ( a forever phenomenon) 
  • Shopping for diwali (important  festival)
  • Bhaidooj shopping (another big festival for us ;)) 
  • Procrastinating 
  • And being unwell post diwali (pollution hurts) 

I want to be more responsible for my words and for myself and about the money (demonstration post coming- it’s the new topic of discussion  nonetheless)

Hating people!!

Hate is a strong word. A very strong word. And I refrain from it. I always claim that I don’t hate people,places or things. I may tend to dislike them, if it’s an extreme. 

Not that I haven’t met eve-teasers, people who’ve touched me inappropriately (on the road, in the buses).

Not that I haven’t met people who broke my heart, who for their selfish interest decided to stomp the silly thing- right under their shoe. I seem to have given a lot of people, a lot of chances. 

Not that I’ve never been wronged- by friends, relatives or acquaintances. 

I’m grateful that I’ve picked myself up and have moved on from hating people. I’ve stopped disliking them either- (except for a few moments of immediate reaction). I grow neutral towards them. As Lily one said in ‘How I met your Mother’- you’re dead to me!! People stop mattering at all. 

My personality is an extreme case – I’m a black and white person, 0 and 1 type. I seem to have no shades of gray in life. It’s either a yes or a no. A midway is a difficult path and I seem to be oblivious of its existence. So, I, either love people or they exist (I’m neutral). I would either have best Friends or they’re acquaintances. Either I admire my boss or boss(es) or I don’t really care too much. Same goes with Co-workers. 

Personality disorders or simple life – I don’t go around complicating my life with degrees of attachments. It’s either love or nothing. A digital system. People tell me this isn’t how is should be but then, I don’t get into such discussions. 

Stay simple (the way it suits you), because it’s only one life!!