Sunday, May 7, 2017

The Quote I live by


WOW Post May 7 2017

I have never really given a thought on what is the “One Quote that I live by”. But thanks to the WOW (Write Over The Weekend) prompt I am here sitting down and trying to figure out that one special quote that I live my life by and the realization is quite an eye opener for me too.



At different stage of my life I have been inspired by different ideologies and thus must have tried to live my life that way. Why “must have”? Because I am also not quite sure. While trying to be the good daughter, good student, good sister my life revolved around just being that – “Good”. Yes in my teens I rebelled too. Wrong move. But that’s one learning phase of life.

Now finally I can say I have found the “One quote” for me and this is it.


I have come to believe in that. While I cannot claim to be extremely non materialistic; however I am trying to be a reasonable one. In life it’s all about finding the balance, isn’t it?

I have to admit my other half has a very important role in it. Being an extremely non materialistic person, some of his traits have also rubbed off to me. There was a time when the word “Sale” would excite me. Now I shrug it off. Not every sale I have to land in the nearest super store or mall. I don’t mind people seeing me over and over again in same clothes. I don’t care if I do not have the latest phone or any gizmo for that matter. I now look forward to spending time with the people I love in the cozy warmth of someone’s or my home rather than partying in some loud over crowded place. I love it when people share their stories ; talk and laugh. I cherish the moments I spend with my other half.
I now know where to draw the line in my professional front too. Once upon a time I was too engrossed in my work and did not realize that I was giving it more attention than needed. Now I am out of that zone. After all you only need “this much” to be happy and I am glad I have realized that at the right time. “This much” may vary from person to person and I have found my “this much”.


We have started to print photographs rather than posting on Instagram or Facebook. Sometimes we sit and look at those albums. Unknowingly I find myself smiling as I flip through the pages of our photo albums. This is one thing we have stopped doing completely till few years ago. Digital cameras smart phones social media – who prints photographs anymore! We do; now.


This is what I have come to live by and I hope to do so for the rest of my life. 

 This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’ 

Sunday, April 23, 2017

Food story of a different kind



I am a foodie. Everyone knows that. I love to eat. And I
also hope to lose weight.

Now this is a strange situation. I can’t hope to get into a
size 8 pair of jeans if I continue to eat the way I do. Remember those motivational
(?) line “ If you continue to eat the way you do; you will always weigh the way
you do” or something similar. So am I doing something about it? Well I am
actually. Trying to give up some food what everybody say unhealthy, totally
avoid etc. And am I successful in that. That’s what I am trying to find out
now.

This prompt about a “Half relationship” made me think and I realized
I share kind of a “Half relationship” with certain food. “Certain” food because
these are the food items that everyone warns you about. Don’t , No, No way, You
should not, Run away – that’s the advisory.

One such food is Samosa. I was always so in love with it.
Ask my mother and she will tell you. I just loved it. I would never have one
samosa, always 2 and sometimes 3 depending on the size. That love now shows in
my waist and I lived with it for many years. ( I still am actually). But now as
I am moving towards the right side of forty, I am trying to be conscious of
what I eat. As a result I have given up my love for Samosa. Yes. I have. There
were days when I would have a samosa almost every next day as with my evening
cuppa. Now I try not to even look at one.

We have this Vada pavwala who comes to our neighborhood in
the evening and makes fresh vadas, samosas and pakodas. When I come from work,
that tentalising aroma of Spicy samosas getting fried in boiling oil automatically
makes me stop and walk towards his makeshift stall. That does not happen every day.
But when this happens, I feel as if the universe is conspiring against me! I
can totally relate to the “Samosa samosa kahan ja rahe ho..” girl at that very
moment.

I am well aware that fried food are bad for me and my
health. That too roadside ones. Still I continue be “in love” with them. I
pretend that I have given up. But when the “lure of love” is too strong I give
up on my pretension.



To sum up this “Half relationship” with fried Samosas is
like “Give up se thoda jyada aur complete give up se bahut kam” – “ Slightly
more than give up and a lot less than complete giving up”. 

Come to think of it ; does this make me a "Half Foodie"? 


“I am sharing a Half relationship story at BlogAdda in association with #HalfGirlfriend







Friday, April 21, 2017

Not Love But Half Story

"I have a boy friend already you know."

"Yeah. I too have a girl friend."

"Yes you told me that. By the way what are we doing here?"

"I don't know. May be discussing on how to save the world!"

They laughed together and next moment they were kissing each other.

Both did not know how they got close to each other. They were not even in the same department in college. Few common friends introduced them and they got talking casually.

They became friends. They found out they could talk endlessly for hours. May be that's what drew them to each other. 

Do they have names? Of course they do.
Do I want to mention them? No I don't. 
So what should we call them? He and She. 
Cliched? I can live with it!

What He and She shared was something strange. Friends they were for sure. No they were not in any kind of "serious going steady" kind of relationship. Both had come to a third city for higher studies leaving their respective small towns and a girl/boy friend behind. 

Their common friends raised eyebrows. He and She was aware how odd they looked together. He with his six feet and lean frame. She with her hardly Five feet and broad frame. When they met they told each other what His/Her friends were telling about this strange relationship or "Time Pass" that they were doing. They would laugh it off. No silly; not every laughter followed by a kiss. It just happened once. Yeah once or may be twice. Who cares! No one remembers now.

There were endless hours of silence between them. They would sit together in some corner of the campus and just sit for hours. No one ever uttered the "L" word. There was no commitment; no promise. They just were! And now they no longer are. 

Their paths changed long back. He is a happily married man with two beautiful children. She doesn't have any child; but she is madly in love with her husband. They are complete now. Not in any kind of "half relationship" anymore. 

Years later when their paths crossed; did they look the other way? Again no silly; He and She weren't shy of their "Half relationship". They hugged and greeted each other like long lost buddies. They introduced each other to their "other halves". Both were genuinely happy for each other.

Those silences remained; between them ; like some kind of treasure. 

All stories of He and She are not "Love Stories". Some are " Half Stories" too. 


“I am sharing a Half relationship story at BlogAdda in association with #HalfGirlfriend










Saturday, November 19, 2016

JUG Ho!


Who is your Jug? Asked Blog Adda. That got me thinking ..yeah who is actually my Jug? Do I even have a Jug? The answer did not come to me as a surprise. I do. 
I shared my love, laughter, tears, adventures, misadventures with my Jug. My Jug has been with me forever. But yeah the workings of the relationship has changed a bit. When I was in 4th Std I first met my Jug. I did not know that that friendship will last this long. But it did. Even after a brief separation our relationship continued. I would always lay bare my heart to my Jug. And my Jug always listened patiently. 

I remember the first separation. I was in 9th or 10th Std may be. Few people found out about my strange fascination with my Jug and no one understood that. I had kept that hidden till then. I just never thought it was for others to see and judge. That relationship was mine and mine alone. Not to be shared with the whole world. But alas! People found out and we were humiliated. I was hurt and confused. I was made to think that it was "not correct"; whatever being correct meant. We broke up. Rather I did. Vowed never to get into a relationship with another Jug again.
It took me good 15 years to be back with Jug again. But this time it was there for everyone to see. I never kept it hidden. Then something very strange happened. I came to know that there are creatures like me and they are in fact accepted in this world. There no one laughed and raised an eye brow about my relationship with my Jug. That left me wondering where was I all these years! 
For you My Jug

You must be wondering why am I referring to My Jug as My Jug all the time. Because My Jug doesnot have a gender.  My Jug is my blog “Dear Diary”. I used to keep a diary as a child and used to write whatever (non)sense I wanted to. Noone back then understood that. Someone found out my diary and a very humiliating public reading followed. Somethings were never meant to be shared. Those were strictly for Dear Diary’s pages only. Yes I had named my diary “Dear Dairy” back then too. I burnt my diary and never kept one for a long time to follow.

One fine day I discovered blogging. I started to write. My first blog was in an website called bihu.in It’s not updated since 2007. I myself opened that today as I am typing these words and look what I found. My last post was in 17th April 2007 and I wrote about Memoirs of A Geisha. In fact the page did not look like this back then. Anyway, in 2007 I had moved to Blogger and started Dear Diary. Again a gap of few years and this quirky relationship is continuing on and off. My Jug is my Dear Diary where I write about “Everything that makes me smile”. Age and time have made me slightly cynical. I now know where to draw the line and when and how vulnerable you should appear to the world. But I feel alive and liberated when I scribble on the pages of Dear Diary. That’s what a friend does; right?
BTW do you know the song that I want for my Jug..."Jug ghoomiya thare jaisa na koi.." Yeah I know I should crack better jokes than this. :)  

Image source 

am writing about Jug in my life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda“.


Friday, November 11, 2016

Thank you Dear Zindagi!


Dear Zindagi,

Aye zindagi gale lagale
Hum ne bhi tere har ek gham ko
Gale se lagaya hain ; Hain na!

Yes. Zindagi, I am writing this to you. You are my yaar, dost, friend. We fight, we make up; we cry,we laugh. I know I have never expressed how I feel about you. But it's never too late to say what you want to say. So here I am, writing this to you, to let you know how I feel about you.

At times you drive me crazy and I hate you. But the very next moment you find a way to make me smile and be in love with you even more.


You have been that strict teacher to an unruly undisciplined student ; me. But you have been also been that caring friend who would be there whenever I needed someone. You taught me to cherish every moment. Like most teenager I was a rebel too. You taught me to be responsible even in being a rebel. I tend to go crazy with my “over thinking head”. And I cannot thank you enough for being so patient with me and my whimsical ways.
I owe you to my parents. They always did the best for us. Us are I and my siblings. But along with them, dear Zindagi, you too have contributed to make me the woman I am today. You gave me friends who stood by me in my toughest days. Whenever I thought that was it and I could not take anything anymore; the most important lesson you taught was that "Life finds a way". Yes, it does; you do and so do we.

P & I
You gave me P my soul mate. Before I met him I tend to be a little hard on you. I am sorry. I had built a wall around me and pretended to be cold and uncaring. Now as I look back to those days, I realise you tried to make me see how beautiful the world around me was. Like a stubborn child, I refused to bulge. But you being you; finally found a way to break the wall and to bring out the real me. Thank you for P. He made me let go off my “too much worrying” ways and smile more often. Now I don’t take you that seriously. You know what I mean, right? Now I have finally accepted you as you are. I am not scared of dreaming nor am I scared of letting go.
You know what, I always thought I have to run along with this fast paced world or else I would lag behind. You helped me find my pace and make peace with that. It’s ok to walk if I can’t run. Now I stop to admire that sky, that sight, that sunset, that tree. I am no longer in the race of making it to the top with flying colours. Strangely that does not affect me anymore. I don’t care. I just want to be happy and content. The 0 (Zero)s in the bank account do not matter that much that used to few years back.

But hey there is one complain to you I have; rather P has. Even after all these years I have always remained that clumsy girl I was. No one could change that thing about me. But then I guess somethings are meant to be forever and my clumsiness is one.
Thank you #dearzindagi .

Much Love


Moi


“I am writing a letter to life for the #DearZindagi activity at BlogAdda“.