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The art of letting go!

It has been yet another hibernation period for me and well, I am back! What was I doing for almost an entire year you ask, well I was learning! Many things actually but more so, the art of letting go! So picking up from where I left, 2018 was a rather difficult year for me where I lost something beyond myself, I lost faith, I fought and questioned the supreme power and felt really lost. All my life, I have wanted to play this one role and 2018 took it away from me and I felt the dent was permanent. 2019 began with yet another series of disappointments and failures but with something else, something new – the strength to bounce back, the strength that I always had but had forgotten over the trauma that 2018 left me with. I subscribe to Sadguru, Gaur Gopaldasji and Khalid via social media and while I may not agree with everything they say in to-to, I realized that the crux of being happier was in letting go. Well how do you let go? Do you simply forget? Imagine a mother who lo...
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A Good Year

Here I emerge from yet another slumber! As the year nears its sunset and we await the dawn of the new, I sat to ponder about whether to thank the year that went by for having shown me a glimpse of my most priced possession or to be angry with it for having that taken away from me. I chose gratitude! Saintly as it may sound, there is peace in gratitude. While on earth, most humans spend a huge amount of time trying to figure the meaning or the purpose of life, it is years like these that show us how insignificant we are as individuals and how we have no control over what we call destiny. Gratitude may not change the scheme that destiny has in mind for us, it only eases the process. I have had one true dream all my life (not getting into details), I came super close to having it and Puff! it vanished. In a previous post I mentioned my fear of losing things that I have, this, I lost before I had it. I sobbed, I mourned and I got tired, then I got back to trying again because,...

Simple Complexes

I  have been out of form for a while, part because I was busy - part because I was not, welcome to my world :) So lately I have been travelling to work with Mr. Husband and amidst some cozy PDA, we have been engaging in some worldly knowledge sharing sessions . The beauty of these conversations is that before we come to conclusions, it is time to say see you in the evening! One such conversation today made  ponder, retrospect and introspect! Complex! Sounds difficult and is difficult to understand and express! Complex! We spoke of someone we know an how I felt they had a deep complex of how they looked and the fact that to us, this individual seemed perfectly normal and in fact really radiant. While we discussed the positives of this individuals, it was time for me to get off the comfortable car ride and hop on to the bumpy auto ride to my work place. On my ride ahead, I kept thinking of this person and what could have led to them think of themselves as infer...

Open for happiness

Turning 31 was something I never thought of as being positive, let alone exciting 😟 but here I am all 31 and all fine as old wine 😉. On that note, I move my focus to the real muse of this article, Pooja. She was the better, more sincere, cuter one - in short she was the Sharma ji ki beti in the house! While I agree she was, childhood with her was bitter-sweet with us almost strangling each other over who got more Maggie to sharing candy that we got in school. All in all I had confused -  mixed feelings about being the elder one! She, being better at most things - adulting being one of them, was with me in the most difficult times. She did the reading for me and saved me the mehnat of going through self - help research and shared all the great insights. She enrolled me into Reki and boy, that changed my life. I chose today to share this because its a special day - it is the day I was born and Pooja in the past couple of years has helped me be born again! This post i...

In the long run

Amidst the engagement, sangeet, shadi, bidai blah blah blah on social media - Its Marathon Season! I usually missed these posts from (very few) of my social friends - sometimes unknowingly and mostly on purpose till last year. This year is different! It all begun with my (then) new boss (a major fitness enthusiast) asking us about what we did for fitness at our first team lunch, in December 2016. The answer was NOTHING! Yes, I did  nothing. A hard look at myself led me to realize that under the hurt and pain body shaming by others, I had stopped caring for myself.  While I am 100% against bullying, I realized, it was important for me to do something about F itness if not Fatness ! It was not until April of the last year that I really acted upon this thought (classic - lazy - me). In April of 2017 when I realized that mere gyming (going to the gym - working out - missing it often - eating more thinking I will work out more tomorrow - actually working out the next day ...

New Shoes!

Shoes are a woman's second best friend (first for middle class ones like me who cant afford diamonds). While I have often taken to cheap thrills of window shopping and fantasizing of shoes and ultimately said - I can't afford these, I too do give in to temptations - this  week  I got 4!  A shoe shop on sale is like Kurla station @  9 AM  on a  Monday  - the energy we women show comes out at once to lay our hands on that  shiny  new pair on FLAT 70% off  that  we stalked for 2 years on the web, the shop, on someone's feet and finally have a chance to get it! Such is the journey to new shoes! Once out of the shop I could not stop smiling as I had accomplished the unthinkable - own 4 BRANDED shoes at once! The very next day - I donned my new pair - coordinated an outfit to go with it - and woo hoo -  I looked flawless. 15 Minutes into the shoes, something familiar happens. Yes - shoe bites! I walked bare minim...

Dear Fashion

Shopping is a delight to most women I know, except my sister who I can see rolling her eyes this moment at the very mention of the term. I am no exception, for reasons beyond boredom. What is therapy to people is more like OMG I need to find some fabric to cover my modesty to me! This post is the Fat girl's note to fashion brands! Dear Fashion, I know I am not perfect, I know I have flabby arms, a flabby belly, flabby thighs and flabby everything! I know you like to hang out with the more fun type of girls, the ones who fit into you like you were meant to be! I know to you - sizes from L onward are like the Smoker Mukesh ads  - IMPOSED! You look so pretty and make the ones who fit in so confident - I dream of that confidence! The feeling of having you with them makes them complete - I long for that feeling of being content! The OH SO SHINY pictures on their Instagram - I so wish I had at least one such! You know so much about whats hot and whats not! You know so much abou...