Hope the lockdown is treating you well, and that you are in turn treating others around kindly. Don’t forget, everyone is fighting their battles – even the people you dislike! So if it’s in your power, leave but lasting impressions of goodness.
You get in life, what you have the courage to ask for…
That’s a pretty deep thought. Take a moment and reflect on it. Do you even know what it is that drives you, and what you want to ask for? Think……..
Everything else on this page is a glimpse of what my screenshot folder looked like. So bear with me, and excuse me if you feel it’s a copy right violation, I’m just saving these because they’re simply nice to look at.
My Cosy Corner needs to be something like this. Can I get these in Grey/Pink please?
Jane Austen Love, folks!
We do love these:
There are multiple ways in which celebs announce their babies. I found this one to be rather cute! And, I’m a huge Sania fan!
This cracks me up like Every. Single. Time!
Definitely the dream, If I can just figure out what to write about!
Cause I was this cute once upon a time
I’m mostly aiming for the EoD, TBH
See, this is a pretty cool Mehendi
Some more Motivation if you needed a reminder to be a better person:
My Boo reassuring me about my soul spirit.
Perhaps the only lines I liked from ‘The Girl in the Train’
Way too colorful for me, but Chumbak is setting goals!
Undoubtedly everyone you know is cribbing about how 2020 has turned out to be such a disaster for them. It’s ironic because this was the year that was to change several lives! A special year, the kind that literally happens once in a Millenium!
And here we are, washing hands, sanitizing, and cursing the fates that messed up so bad!
If there was no Coronavirus, would there be anything novel about 2020?
Perhaps there would be a lot of mundane nothings, no break from your routines, several more canceled Goa plans, and maybe an unplanned trip would have taken place. Or maybe it would have been just another year – of highs and lows, and expectations, and disappointments, or maybe some happiness. But, we’ll never know, shall we?
What would you be doing if there was no COVID-19 to put a dampener on your spirits?
What are you doing now?
Are you one of those productive people who can transform their lives in such constrained times?
Or are you simply cocooned in the warm confines of your room, letting the concept of time rollover you like the Brownian motion of dust?
Are you fighting your inner butterfly as she remains caged by her surroundings?
Or are you a reckless dragonfly, alive and happy, enjoying May for all its offerings?
What are you? And how are you surviving?
Because if I had it my way, I’d say, ‘Wake me up when September Comes’, for these three months that are yet to pass, they’re bound to be the hardest months yet. Could I perhaps disappear into a novel and stay sane? Or could I discover a series and remain there? Whatever I do, could I just escape this? For frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.
The Lockdown has got most of us hooked to the internet and I’m no exception.
When I’m not procrastinating, I’m usually scrolling on my phone. Today however felt a little different. I accidentally woke up early – at 6:30. Which let’s be honest, is my usual waking up time. Except, I generally just turn up the covers and try to dive right back into an unfinished dream. I’ve had a lot of those off late – I dreamt I was about to sip into an exciting cocktail, and there was something nagging me to wake up – I don’t know what that was, but I couldn’t go back and taste it ever. Ugh.
Anyway, today I woke up early and got to take my scooter out for a short spin. I’ve always been a D-Mart fan since my first encounter at Powai. And having to shop for them groceries in the lockdown is a privilege no less. So that was a beautiful start to my morning, and then there was fish for lunch. Sunday Sorted indeed!
I then watched ‘Begin Again’.
I’ve probably not watched too many Mark Ruffalo movies before. But I recently watched Shutter Island, and now this and I can’t stop raving about him!
Close friends know how face blind I am – I just can’t seem to recall faces or place them appropriately. So please excuse me for confessing that I didn’t recognize the main lead, although I’ve watched Pirates of The Carribean (If you were born in the nineties, who hasn’t – right?)
Begin Again is a delightful breath of fresh air. Music, rather making souldful music, is at the heart of it. And the premise is rather simple. You have the legen–wait-for-it-dary music heartthrob Adam Levine and the cast couldn’t be better. A simple script with beautiful performance, moments of tension when you’re rooting for them lovely peeps, and a warm glow after.
And whether or not you watch this movie. You have to listen to this beauty! Dive right into the depth of the song, and tell me what you think of.
On the so-called most romantic day of the year, Boo and I decided to visit our bestie in Pune, so Valentine’s could be spent in the cozy and chill atmosphere of Panchgani, living up to the moniker.
I was so disappointed to see the oily stains on the window.
We landed in Pune at midnight and drove straight to Bee’s place, and after some midnight munchies, crashed int other night.
We woke up, showered and dressed by 6 and were off to Wakad to begin the Great Valentine Adventure – The Bike Ride to Panchgani. We were to hire a cruise bike – an Avenger 220, and Bee was to borrow his friend’s Pulsar. As most trips go, they get onto a rough start and this one was no different. After Waiting, Eating, and Fighting and Letting go in that order, we began the much-awaited ride!
The Panchgani Zostel was simply superb! The compactness of these container rooms and the view out of those mini balconies was so damn nice! Definitely worth a visit once-in-our-lifetime!
And then we reached so many viewpoints, where yours truly did her magic…
Mapro is a huge strawberry farm that encourages visitors to go and pluck strawberries during the fruit season, but they’re mostly renowned cause of their range of jams, fruit syrups, and jelly-based chocolates but if the store at the premise is anything to go by, they’ve ventured into an exhaustive range of product lines right from dark chocolate, cocktail flavours, tea-flavour infusers, and the ubiquitous Gujrati Khakra!
After Mapro, we pretty much crashed and missed the night-walk organized by Zostel. I was so glad to know that it got canceled because no one showed up.
As we woke up and rode around, yours truly was the navigator and might have missed a bunch of turnings, but guess what, it led us to a temple that Bee was looking forward to visit but we hadn’t factored it into our plans. So basically, the Divine does work in mysterious ways!
Day 3 had a rather interesting start. As we were having a cuppa chai after a sumptuous breakfast, a random stranger walked up to us and began to insist that we allow him to read our hands! After some convincing, the 3 of us gave in and got our so-called ‘future’ read. Never done that before, so that was a first!
So we bid goodbye to some terrefic memories and rode back through the amazing roads, stopping by for Sugarcane just as we had earlier.
2010 saw me stepping into a dreaded dream, a four year intensive engineering degree, and chemical at that.
2011 saw me falling in love, and getting my heart broken.
2012 saw me trying to piece together fragments of my heart, my mind, and my dreams.
2013 saw me end up with a fuck you, I’ll go with the flow attitude.
2014 saw me get a job as a content writer. My very first interview as a technical writer, a job that I refused even before knowing the pay, because I opted for what I thought was more fun. No regrets, it got me two very nice friends. And also set the base for what to expect in a startup.
2015 saw me pushing limits in a whole new environment! I gave up my job, contemplated a loan and entered an MBA college, Symbi Pune, for a degree in media management at that.
2016 saw me being invincible, falling out of and into love, and got me a much desired placement and a boyfriend who’s as different as cheese to my chalk.
2017 saw me struggle to stay sane, pay rent, and enjoy a non working holiday.
2018 saw me reclaim my room after three years of living away. A year in which I changed three jobs, and had the best trip until now – Pondicherry with my bestie.
2019 saw me face my future and put me on a journey of cultural chaos in my personal life and orderly chaos on the professional front.
This 2020, I know a lot will change and I welcome it with open arms and as many good vibes as I cab muster. Come what may, I’m glad that for now, I’m ending the decade the way I dreamt of doing. In my bed, snuggled with my best blanket, sleepy and content!
I’m in the throes of a morbid day. And I feel trapped by the drudgery of it all.
It all started with an innocuous enough car pool. There was light conversation and banter but it was just me and this much older person. Mister wanted to know if I’m married and when I didn’t reply in the affirmative he thought it his duty to enlighten me about the vagaries of marital life right into the bedroom. Suffice to say I know that sir seems extremely unhappy with his married life and is currently contemplating a shift to the dream nation, The USA courtesy of his wife’s imminent promotion. Disguised as advice was also a story of his fling with a South Indian girl, which would have translated into marriage but didn’t due to unforseen circumstances. He also thought it opportune to tell me that a career isn’t everything and that one needs to live life’s moments. (And Sir believes that a foreign trip with his wife and two kids is a pretty great way to enjoy these moments, in the same breath that he talked about our nation needing to cool down on the taboo that is sex, which isn’t just fpr procreation!)
After I got off the vehicle, too dazed with this incredulous start to the morning, I reach my office and grab a hot steaming bowl of noodles and coffee. As I read the daily prophet, I’m engulfed by more ghastly news. An unemployed alcoholic doused his wife and kids in flames, because he was admonished to get a job. His wife escaped with massive burns but neighbours recount the tragic scene of pain as his 23year of daughter and teenage son lay trapped inside and hugged each other in pain, as they were charred alive. The photo of their smiling pretty faces still haunts me.Yes, the man himself maybe dead but he left another elder son and his wife alive to bear the brunt of all his wrong doings and my heart goes out to them.
I also read an article titled Jolly in Jail, about this Kerala woman who had murdered six members of her family in cold blood.And who has shown no remorse despite being in custody, And is only worried about whether her detention has affected the studies of her children. Is she for real?
Do you ever think thoughts about how it would be easier if someone was dead? Do you feel guilty? Or do you feel like it’s just the most pragmatic end to a problem? If something bothers your peace of mind, and the latter isn’t an emotional state, then do you justify a murder? It’s really not hard for someone to get onto this line if thinking if you feel so strongly.
Jolly claimed to have committed the acts for property. Motivations can vary. Its definitely forbidden but what about intentions?
If you think it’s about right versus wrong, is it righttoeven have evil intentions if all you ever do is hope for evil? Because God forbid, I have a lot of days when I feel like some oeiooe really need to be off, to lighten this load that’s an overheating oven.
2019 has seen me through a lot of dilemmas and it’s perhaps a good time now to succumb to the realization that I’m bound to be a chronically broke person in life. How much I make may not have had much effect on me if it didn’t come with the gut-wrenching realization that I’m about to say No to another pre-planned trip. If you dream of traveling the world, and are always penniless or permission-less, you know what I’m talking about. I’ve had to start my year by refusing the biggest trip that was remotely possible in my imagination, and it looks like I’m about to end the year on similar lines.
How does it feel you ask?
It’s akin to an ache that you never knew existed! It begins discretely, like your regular mosquito bite – you acknowledge it, and you ignore. Only, it doesn’t like being ignored, and slowly, it grows into a scab that threatens to disturb your very peace of mind.
I may be able to bid adieu to a future trip well into the initial stages of planning it, oh wait. I don’t think its counted as planning if all you had to do was say yes and get on. The irony isn’t in bidding adieu. Goodbyes are pretty easy for me if I haven’t gotten attached to you, and chances are that unless you’re Katy Perry or Enrique Iglesias, what I’m doing tonight in my skin-tight jeans is really none of your business.
What I fear for is basically this: that journey which began without me, well, it threatens to suddenly develop into a one-track film reminiscent of a one-sided love affair, which doesn’t want to let go of me! And that’s where it all goes wrong.
If you are a well wisher and have any love to spare, Oh Hogwash – I don’t believe it myself. Well, My Birthday has just come and gone, so do me a favor and wish me a future when I never have to say No to a trip. And I’ll wish the same for you! Deal?
So yes. You grew up mostly alone, but dreaming big of the day when you’d have close friends to cherish your favorite areas with you. Well, friends came and went and you were hit with a big realization – if they connected with you at all, then something wasn’t right – forces wouldn’t let you be close to them at all. So there, the option of lounging about by the lakeside and gossiping your way on the street side were passe. They would always be states away from you and you just had to make peace with that.
Hell, you still had hope. You thought your prince charming would be the one to while away time with sweet nothings outside your favorite library, or help you pick up the latest releases at the crossword outside the old mall. No illusions there, your prince could be charming but getting him into the threshold of anything that doesn’t scream Videos is an impossible task altogether, and so you strike that off the list as well.
So what do you finally have is the question i.e if you have anything at all. Well apparently you have a promising better half who in the attempt to live in the same city as you chose to reside with the aces of his heart in a location as far from you, as Bangalore would allow. People can often go – Aww. He moved cities for you. Isn’t that the sweetest? I beg to differ.
If he moved cities for you, that’s great. But has he moved homes for you? That’s the real deal breaker cause if you’re new to the Bangalore real estate market, you’d be aware of some base facts. If you’re not residing within 5 km of each other, congratulations, you belong to the elite group of same city, long distance relationship dwellers. The rules are the same as any, whether you’re in Canada or Greece, you only meet once a blue moon, fight the rest, and keep hoping to press the fast forward or rewind button on life’s remote.
So am I among the elitist or am I the commoner? If you haven’t already guessed, perhaps you ought to stop following me already!
Perfection is underrated – or so I believe. In the world of digital and social validation, when you can get that so-called perfect food delivered from the many cafes clobbering each other up, it’s disappointing when you set out in search of something, and your goal falls short of your expectations.
The path to perfection is tedious, but what’s worse is expecting others to be perfect, and being a hypocrite about your own shortcomings. And you still find a way to justify that don’t you?
But this is a rant, and I’m allowed to express distaste instead of licking my own wounds.
If I had a dollar for every time and thing that people manage to screw up, I’d be a wealthy person assuming I didn’t spend it on stationery, earrings, bags, or food. Not that I’m saying I have an excess of these, but hello, an attire can only be perfect if the accessories are matching aren’t they?
Also, having enough of things doesn’t and cannot amount to choice overload!
Do you know what’s the most frustrating thing though?
Seeing your people struggle against the most silliest of problems. If only they’d listen to you – sound logical advice that’s a win-win for everybody. But no. What’s in their head, has and will always be the bible for some.
Or do they listen to their gut? But this is an abomination. How can you survive two seconds when your earphones are MIA! The distance between one’s gut and one’s mind has thus increased exponentially thanks to these new extensions dangling around the neck.
I quite appreciate how impatience and the quest to perfection go hand in hand. It’s a union that’s meant to be, man!
And that’s how you end up in the quagmire like this. Let the frustration build up, screw your nose, roll your eyes, and get on with your mundane doings. After all, even rants change nothing!
I knew when I sat on the bus this morning that I’d treat this read as I do with chewing gums, and that’s pretty much what transpired. Two hours, one bus, and two cups of chai later, here I am, spilling the beans.
A breezy book with a relaxed pace that has little content to put you in a reminiscent mood, Pyjamas are Forgiving caters to a niche readership group which makes the book less enjoyable to others. The writing is peppered with poignant thoughts about relationships, and you’ll cherish reading about the little nothings that you cannot brush off between couples. The inclusion of funny Punjabi aunties, the weird procedures at the Ayurvedic facility will have you in guffaws at some scenes, but the book mainly dives into the relationship between an estranged couple, who definitely haven’t moved on from their toxic past.
I love how Khanna makes it so easy to digest things. Perhaps, it also helps that you’re reading about so much the Vatta, Pitta, Kapha of Ayurvedic treatments and funny smelling medicines that it makes it easy to down this as a shot itself!
Although there’s so much going on in these pages, it still feels fairly insouciant.
My mom read about three pages and brushed the book aside – and told me its trash. Perhaps it’s one of those rare times that we actually agree on something.
Moral of the story: Pyjamas may be forgiving, but I swear I’ll pick my videsi jeans any day, every day!
Happy morning, you all and wish you a Terrific Tuesday!