The Call

Almost a year from my last post. Wondering why I did not do something what I once so loved to do. I'm not a writer, but I always enjoyed scribbling. So now I shut myself off from everything else and try and share what is going on in my mind.

I got a call from within. It is like a call that will shook you in the head and tell you, ...is this all you want from yourself...is this how you wanted things to be. 

We tend to absorb ourselves in the daily glitches of life and loose ourselves somewhere there. Mundane routines become our way of life and we give our best to better the routine every second. For some work becomes the priority while some merge themselves in the households. Our lives start and ends with either presentations, meetings, and appraisals or breakfast, maid, and laundry. Life becomes a checklist. But is this what we really want it to be. 

While we are too busy doing our routine tasks, we miss out on the smaller events of life. If we ever carefully look at life, the insignificant events and unnoticeable incidents have tons of happiness stored in them. We look for happiness outside when life gives us enough opportunities to create happiness. There is one thing I particularly do not like about us, and that is our disobliging habit of complicating everything around us, be it a situation or a relationship. Is it really that difficult to be simple. I fail to understand why we form opinions about people. I really think by being simple and honest in our ways and thoughts, we can make our lives and  of our near ones much better and happier. It is a good idea to break routine and do things that you really want to. And also at times do the 'do-nots', of course with a bit of caution. 

This day was rather dull and boring, but I'm feeling good after blogging for a while. I should come again to do some scribbling. It is a good therapy after shopping. :)

Change Is The Only Constant (Part II)

STAY ALERT

In the journey of life, even when you are not certain of your destination, how much you've already traveled, at what speed you're moving, one thing you can be sure of is, the next milestone reads 'change ahead'. Time and again life teaches us that 'change is really the only constant'. The moment we sit relax and think life is under our absolute control, there is a jolt and we sit erect only to quickly adapt ourselves to the changes around us.

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Happy to come back home, back to the comfort of my own city, in the proximity of my loving parents, oh and with a decent job. What more could I have asked for from dear life! Life was good. Home made delicious lunch, nice colleagues and a level headed boss at work, mom waiting eagerly at home in the evening, and a doting bf in another city ;) simple and easy life. I was in my comfort zone, living days as they came. Having fun was about spending time with mom, dad and cousins on weekends, to shop after office and eat out with friends. Thus went past 2 whole years of my life and suddenly I found myself standing at the threshold of maidenhood. Marriage was the word buzzing around. On one hand it was excitement and on the other, the terrible feeling of again leaving home.

Days seemed to roll by fast with riots of emotions raging inside my heart every moment, an unending list of pending tasks at work and the so obvious 'bridal mania' in my head. In the snap of a finger and blink of an eye, the wedding day came and went by; and today I'm almost 2 months married, working and managing household in an altogether new city. This is a new lease of life, different, with a lot of responsibility, expectation and happiness of course; someone to share everything with and a city to live new things. This one change is the most sweetest one till date; the only pang that I feel is of staying away from parents.

I'm sure there is a change ready to knock on my door again. Umm... I wonder if Life was a flesh and blood man, how would he manage with this ever changing identity.  

Have a nice day ~~

The day we badly wait for, the day we plan to do almost all the things in the world, the day which starts really late and ends with a sigh and a pang in the heart...the shortest day of the week!!

I wait for you patiently every Monday, every Tuesday, every day of the week...come again and this time last a little longer please ^_^

Keep It Clean, Go Green ...

Does it really feel weird to take a broom and clean sweep your room! If the answer is yes, please don't consider reading this further coz I've nothing great to offer you. But one piece of advice, shake that ego off your shoulder and get down to the basics. And hang on, if your answer is a no. I can share my dream with you though a little far-fetched. 

How about taking it on us to sweep the lanes and by-lanes around our house once a week. Big deal is it! Would it hurt your ego! Imagine every household getting busy with the brooms and mops once week to clean their surrounding. When you know you are the one to clean it, you'll surely put efforts to keep it clean as well. And it's not just about cleanliness, the mutual love for one another, the feeling of brotherhood, naturally would get evoked. Will it not make our world a better place to live in. Sure it would.

Is this like asking for much! Cleaner surroundings, healthy living, smiling faces and a glowing future for all...

Being a Girl ...

No it doesn't take anything to be a girl. Just a little bit of patience to bear the world and keep it going despite all the odds. Trust me girls are the blessed gender. We can look good, we can talk good, we can heal you, we can kill you, you name it and we can do it.

I cherish every moment of growing up as a girl. The toddler days when I would nonchalantly bring out all the stuff from my mom's kitty and paint my face to glory, wear my sister's clothes in an attempt to look older, would wear those frilly frocks and sit pretty on my dad's lap, would be beaten up by my cousin brother and yet not utter a word for we loved each other a lot (and we still do), would be mad enough to consider marrying the milkman for the unfailing love I had for milk, and bathing my dolls and soft toys with shampoo water and the zillion other stupid things I would indulge in.

Little older yet a kiddo, with the dream of growing old and being in college. Those days were of making dad buy all kinds of gawdy accessories for me, fighting with mom over the silliest of things, and sharing gossips and also creating enough of them with my sister. From pre-nursery to school to college to grad school, the journey has been so special and growing up a girl I believe made all the difference.

We surely make a difference to the lives we brush through everyday. And why not we are the special ones. We can smile and get away with almost anything, can't we? So why not celebrate the joys of being a girl and take a pledge to make every girl feel special. Today and forever save me, save your sister, save your friend, save the girl child. She needs you, as much as you need her.