tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35459077378045829602024-02-07T16:02:13.376-08:00Inner workings of an (in)sane mind(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.comBlogger106125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-8566712869962313752022-09-20T01:53:00.001-07:002022-09-20T01:53:06.696-07:00Que Sera Sera<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Aa0glzIdruYdBJqN-S8LStSH8IZoN_KhzQVUpkGlQcr7gD6oFddC9ZH-TLYNSJC8zomM9hwY7WI6GPXUiI-YmCxWVfSHtihuLPA5ZcFUnAJ5pdKoSRvBqP1tzxDWacGawkTob9lMUOIOox9CHAEkLcSJPr9_jTTIpS_gev9FUuhu2uYGe9p5qCA_/s563/27547faf82aaee969b9df1a435d2fb03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="476" data-original-width="563" height="271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Aa0glzIdruYdBJqN-S8LStSH8IZoN_KhzQVUpkGlQcr7gD6oFddC9ZH-TLYNSJC8zomM9hwY7WI6GPXUiI-YmCxWVfSHtihuLPA5ZcFUnAJ5pdKoSRvBqP1tzxDWacGawkTob9lMUOIOox9CHAEkLcSJPr9_jTTIpS_gev9FUuhu2uYGe9p5qCA_/s320/27547faf82aaee969b9df1a435d2fb03.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Google Image</span></div><br /><b><span style="font-size: medium;"> Que Sera Sera</span></b> is an Italian phrase meaning, "whatever will be, will be" and with a chance of sounding super cool, let me confess this has been my motto since childhood, even before I knew this phrase existed. I am sure people who know me well, will happily vouch for me. <p></p><p>From exams to college admissions to marriage and jobs even when it came to friendships, I went with my gut feeling. Not that it always fared well for me, but somehow I had no regrets. I guess that's the beauty of never thinking too much about results because when you put too much thought into things, you tend to expect a certain result. When it never goes as per plan, disappointment follows. I have always gotten into things without expectations and never weighed the pros and cons. I guess that's my way of making my usually mundane life a tad bit exciting </p><p>In all honestly, you cannot mess with fate. So, all you can do is hope the universe and stars align to your advantage and everything works out in the end. No point, in missing sleep over things that are way outside your control. Moreover, overthinking is the biggest disservice you can do yourself because it usually ends with a bucket-load of negativity and pessimism. </p><p>So are you 'play it safe' in life and worry about the downside, or take a chance and believe <i>jo hoga dekha jaayega </i>person? Let me know. </p><p>Hope you enjoyed reading it. </p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: rgb(255, 255, 255); color: #ce7d0f; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</span></a><span style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-size: 15px;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for</span><span color="windowtext" style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> Q - Que Sera Sera</span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-32930657696072782052022-08-18T01:21:00.002-07:002022-08-21T23:03:37.046-07:00Playing Second Fiddle<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPqdU-xcpR--VXniIAg-VWNchcfMN9OXWYEts9c4mxw-J5Cr3Rhgbettcw6Q6uy4ajCXij5gEewPFqBVK8u2mdKdJDvgWKyBzzalqri1pwUxwlzV7gxYq8SpOV-1AhYzbVfY20CqEMVh9pG4u3Kiq6b2DLx92YUtvjYStp_21dvRNlb6RrNB_7fx89/s1000/poster,840x830,f8f8f8-pad,1000x1000,f8f8f8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPqdU-xcpR--VXniIAg-VWNchcfMN9OXWYEts9c4mxw-J5Cr3Rhgbettcw6Q6uy4ajCXij5gEewPFqBVK8u2mdKdJDvgWKyBzzalqri1pwUxwlzV7gxYq8SpOV-1AhYzbVfY20CqEMVh9pG4u3Kiq6b2DLx92YUtvjYStp_21dvRNlb6RrNB_7fx89/w400-h400/poster,840x830,f8f8f8-pad,1000x1000,f8f8f8.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="color: #38761d;"><span class="TextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-contrast="auto" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-variant-ligatures: none; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text; white-space: pre-wrap;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i>Before you conclude that this blog is about self-pity or rant, it is not. </i></span></span></span></span><span class="TextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-contrast="auto" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: white; font-variant-ligatures: none; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text; white-space: pre-wrap;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span style="font-size: medium;"><i><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">This blog is dedicated to all proud </span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">second-fiddlers</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> and letting the world know playing second fiddle</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> is such a fun thing to do</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">. </span></i></span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> </span></span></span><span class="EOP SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-ccp-props="{"201341983":0,"335559739":160,"335559740":259}" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: white; color: #e69138; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><p><span class="TextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" color="windowtext" data-contrast="auto" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: none; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text; white-space: pre-wrap;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">If you have watched college films, you would have noticed that there are main characters and then there are characters that play the best friend of the main characters. They </span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">are not</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> as extraordinary or good-looking as the hero and the </span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">heroine</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">, but they are better than the rest. </span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">You'll</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> barely know their name or anything about their personal lives. </span></span><span class="TextRun SCXW127110520 BCX0" data-contrast="auto" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: white; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: none; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text; white-space: pre-wrap;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW127110520 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">They are always in the background, giving advice and cheering the main lead at every opportunity. Their role is the easiest; they just </span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW127110520 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">have to</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW127110520 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> play the loyal friend, a great </span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW127110520 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">listener</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW127110520 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> and a tag-along. </span></span><span class="EOP SCXW127110520 BCX0" data-ccp-props="{"201341983":0,"335559739":160,"335559740":259}" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: white; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></p><div class="OutlineElement Ltr SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: white; clear: both; cursor: text; direction: ltr; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web", Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; overflow: visible; padding: 0px; position: relative; user-select: text;"><p class="Paragraph SCXW203808484 BCX0" lang="EN-US" paraeid="{5471744c-d4a3-4436-9c45-f05156a14815}{146}" paraid="694834923" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-kerning: none; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: center; user-select: text; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="TextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-contrast="auto" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-ligatures: none; line-height: 24.8208px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">The second fiddle. </span></span><span class="TextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" color="windowtext" data-contrast="auto" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: transparent; font-size: 14pt; font-style: italic; font-variant-ligatures: none; line-height: 24.8208px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">I can get plenty of first violinists, but to find someone who can play second fiddle</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> with </span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">enthusiasm</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> - </span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">that's</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> a problem</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">. </span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">And if we have no second fiddle, we have no harmony. ~ Leonard Bernstein</span></span><span class="EOP SCXW203808484 BCX0" color="windowtext" data-ccp-props="{"201341983":0,"335551550":2,"335551620":2,"335559739":160,"335559740":259}" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: transparent; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 24.8208px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> </span></p><p class="Paragraph SCXW203808484 BCX0" lang="EN-US" paraeid="{5471744c-d4a3-4436-9c45-f05156a14815}{146}" paraid="694834923" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-kerning: none; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; text-align: center; user-select: text; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="EOP SCXW203808484 BCX0" color="windowtext" data-ccp-props="{"201341983":0,"335551550":2,"335551620":2,"335559739":160,"335559740":259}" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: transparent; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 24.8208px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"><br /></span></p></div><div class="OutlineElement Ltr SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: white; clear: both; cursor: text; direction: ltr; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web", Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; overflow: visible; padding: 0px; position: relative; user-select: text;"><p class="Paragraph SCXW203808484 BCX0" lang="EN-US" paraeid="{7b528656-cedb-4d6d-a4a1-ab3606e9ccf6}{119}" paraid="795815275" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-kerning: none; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; user-select: text; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="TextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-contrast="auto" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: none; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> Well, </span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">that's</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> me. I am the designated second fiddle, be it when I am with my sisters or when I am with friends (before or after marriage). I am always known as XYZ's sister/friend. As I said earlier, this blog is dedicated to all proud </span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">second-fiddlers</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> and to letting the world know playing second fiddle</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> is such a fun thing to do</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">. </span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> </span></span><span class="EOP SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-ccp-props="{"201341983":0,"335559739":160,"335559740":259}" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> </span></p><p class="Paragraph SCXW203808484 BCX0" lang="EN-US" paraeid="{7b528656-cedb-4d6d-a4a1-ab3606e9ccf6}{119}" paraid="795815275" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-kerning: none; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; user-select: text; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="EOP SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-ccp-props="{"201341983":0,"335559739":160,"335559740":259}" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"><br /></span></p></div><div class="OutlineElement Ltr SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: white; clear: both; cursor: text; direction: ltr; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web", Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; overflow: visible; padding: 0px; position: relative; user-select: text;"><p class="Paragraph SCXW203808484 BCX0" lang="EN-US" paraeid="{cc85e0c0-d5b0-4b86-8362-0561ee579b95}{4}" paraid="976618287" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-kerning: none; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; user-select: text; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="TextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-contrast="auto" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: none; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">Before I start, I love playing the extra because it has a few distinct advantages. First, you can pick your nose anytime because you know no one is watching. Nothing interesting is really happening in your life. In retrospect, it means there are no ups and, most importantly, no DOWNS. There is no compulsion to look good, you can walk around wearing pyjamas, and no one will notice. All you </span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">have to</span><span class="NormalTextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> do is laugh and be funny all the time. At least compared to the main characters, we have it easy. It is always great to be a spectator in a sticky situation. The main folks are strangely always on the lookout for one. The thing I love most about being an extra is the juicy gossip we get to hear and laugh at. </span></span><span class="EOP SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-ccp-props="{"201341983":0,"335559739":160,"335559740":259}" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;">I can go on and on, but I won't. I hate competition in any form. :P</span></p><p class="Paragraph SCXW203808484 BCX0" lang="EN-US" paraeid="{cc85e0c0-d5b0-4b86-8362-0561ee579b95}{4}" paraid="976618287" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-kerning: none; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; user-select: text; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="EOP SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-ccp-props="{"201341983":0,"335559739":160,"335559740":259}" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"><br /></span></p></div><div class="OutlineElement Ltr SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: white; clear: both; cursor: text; direction: ltr; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web", Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; margin: 0px; overflow: visible; padding: 0px; position: relative; user-select: text;"><p class="Paragraph SCXW203808484 BCX0" lang="EN-US" paraeid="{4025632b-9da7-49c7-a6a5-e2effeddb956}{186}" paraid="1823902430" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-kerning: none; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; user-select: text; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="TextRun SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-contrast="auto" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" lang="EN-US" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 11pt; font-variant-ligatures: none; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;" xml:lang="EN-US">Let me know if you can relate to it... If yes, you too are a PROUD EXTRA. </span><span class="EOP SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-ccp-props="{"201341983":0,"335559739":160,"335559740":259}" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> </span></p><p class="Paragraph SCXW203808484 BCX0" lang="EN-US" paraeid="{4025632b-9da7-49c7-a6a5-e2effeddb956}{186}" paraid="1823902430" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: transparent; color: windowtext; font-kerning: none; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; user-select: text; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="EOP SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-ccp-props="{"201341983":0,"335559739":160,"335559740":259}" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"><br /></span></p><p class="Paragraph SCXW203808484 BCX0" lang="EN-US" paraeid="{4025632b-9da7-49c7-a6a5-e2effeddb956}{186}" paraid="1823902430" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: transparent; font-kerning: none; margin: 0px; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px; user-select: text; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" xml:lang="EN-US"><span class="EOP SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-ccp-props="{"201341983":0,"335559739":160,"335559740":259}" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"><span style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none; white-space: normal;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</span></a><span style="color: #757575; font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal;">,</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal;"> and this is my post for</span><span color="windowtext" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; white-space: normal;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> P- Playing Second Fiddle.</span><b><span style="color: #e69138;"> </span></b></span></span></p></div><div class="OutlineElement Ltr SCXW203808484 BCX0" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; background-color: white; clear: both; cursor: text; direction: ltr; font-family: "Segoe UI", "Segoe UI Web", Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; 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padding: 0px; user-select: text;"></span></span><span class="EOP SCXW203808484 BCX0" data-ccp-props="{"201341983":0,"335559739":160,"335559740":259}" face="Calibri, Calibri_EmbeddedFont, Calibri_MSFontService, sans-serif" style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: transparent; -webkit-user-drag: none; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 19.425px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; user-select: text;"> </span></p></div>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-86848028676901706412022-05-17T04:41:00.003-07:002022-05-17T04:43:58.540-07:00O Ye, Of Little Faith<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYzAVOwnE5pGsuFxGaf36h14oO4n-cj11GVowjVh1D6t-gMs-q1rxnSLc9JJ6inH_F6-gWRDtRpD9upHy0kv3TEfPFtWI4QJdafXMogN_r3WdiVyqyL551or2JJVoR9_SJgshNuSKTvkYV4maxTpb9ES4aV0CjihIk_JEy1RO-O6L6C8WM-UIUP425/s8000/10842.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5000" data-original-width="8000" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYzAVOwnE5pGsuFxGaf36h14oO4n-cj11GVowjVh1D6t-gMs-q1rxnSLc9JJ6inH_F6-gWRDtRpD9upHy0kv3TEfPFtWI4QJdafXMogN_r3WdiVyqyL551or2JJVoR9_SJgshNuSKTvkYV4maxTpb9ES4aV0CjihIk_JEy1RO-O6L6C8WM-UIUP425/w415-h255/10842.jpg" width="415" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b style="color: #e69138; text-align: left;">O Ye, Of Little Faith </b><span style="color: #e69138; text-align: left;">is</span><span style="color: #e69138; text-align: left;"> an old-school British phrase which is kind of a jibe roughly meaning doubting someone's abilities. I feel a level of camaraderie with this phrase and whoever it was used for in the past. I can actually picture those people and me being the best of friends. We are proud people who have worked hard to make sure people around us had no expectations of us. </span></div><p></p><p>Expectations are an absolutely evil thing to do and the root cause of most unhappiness. Just think about one thing that makes you unhappy: it is probably because the thing is not as per your expectations. Let me give you an example; what makes me saddest is the way I look and my weight issues. I feel so because of the societal expectations of a specific body type; anything else is either too thin or too fat. I asked my husband what disappointed him the most, and he said that his wife (yours truly) is not as organised as most wives, and again I blame expectations. </p><p>When you expect nothing from somebody, you are never disappointed; it is as simple as that. Similarly, if everybody has extremely low expectations of you, you automatically disappoint no one. And the other benefit is that it is easier to make people happy. Even the most minuscule work or the promise of being better in the future is enough to make people around you feel better. So, when I just fold the laundry or watch some cooking video, I can see how elated my husband looks. Simple, isn't it?</p><p>So, my advice is to downplay yourself, and if you are as lazy as me, just be yourself because the moment you work hard, people will expect more, and it will eventually screw your and everyone else's happiness. Think about it!!! When you are on ground zero of expectation level, you can't go below this only thing you can do is rise up to the occasion and nail it without doing much or be where you already are, i.e. being happy and content. </p><p>Hope you agree with me!!</p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; color: #ce7d0f; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #e69138;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</span></a><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>O - </b></span></span><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><b>O ye, Of Little Faith.</b></span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>
<br />(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-7857429415229187972022-05-07T10:56:00.003-07:002022-05-07T11:25:28.927-07:00Not My Cup Of Tea<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-otfSNxgjkOAcmEI0xnu-bVsL3Ctm4Csp7lrZ_xkN8LTzik0Alwe_1lHrirEclsiDwU4sj8jkgHmPDNNZo9qg9yHegtU2YFAma_CCeP4jr0b6AyZxTWF4lWEfuKzdYEJ56SBgCPdAM-AmIl1k6_J9bB3Uc67hc41dAKp0XoGXzQl_r6HYVoENh5wu/s6900/10178.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5000" data-original-width="6900" height="290" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-otfSNxgjkOAcmEI0xnu-bVsL3Ctm4Csp7lrZ_xkN8LTzik0Alwe_1lHrirEclsiDwU4sj8jkgHmPDNNZo9qg9yHegtU2YFAma_CCeP4jr0b6AyZxTWF4lWEfuKzdYEJ56SBgCPdAM-AmIl1k6_J9bB3Uc67hc41dAKp0XoGXzQl_r6HYVoENh5wu/w400-h290/10178.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p>I am back! Missed me? I am sure you did.</p><p>So, I failed my A-Z Challenge. </p><p>All the while, I have been racking my brains, trying to blame something, anything, on my failure to reach the end. A part of me wanted to blame my job, but I know that's not the case. I did have time to finish 3 Korean Dramas and watch Johnny Depp and Amber Heard proceedings, so that can't be it. </p><p>Then I thought maybe because I am going absolutely bonkers being stuck to bed due to a fractured foot. Part of it is true. I struggle to keep myself upbeat and happy, which would have come naturally to me in normal circumstances. I am usually a happy-go-lucky person. So, I think I should blame my failure on that. But then I also know it's not the first time I abandoned something: fashion designing, music lessons, professional scriptwriting, etc.</p><p>So, why did I just stop????</p><p>The only thing I can blame it on is I, Me and Myself. Have you ever had that uncontrollable urge to do something that would just break the course/monotony/ predictability (I can't think of a better word) of what you are currently doing? You just decide to abandon the activity and try to shift your attention to something else. In the process, purposely screwing a good thing that you were already a part of. I guess that's it. That's what went wrong. I just got bored, and I had to stop and look elsewhere, something more engaging. What could be more interesting than Johnny Depp and Amber Heard's court proceedings, right?</p><p>I keep fluctuating when it comes to my interests, and it's not my cup of tea to stick to one thing for a very long time. I have this strong need to just move on to something different. </p><p>My sisters, parents, and friends all have the same thing to say- if I start something, I should see it through to the end. This time I plan on doing exactly that. I do feel guilty about leaving this thing mid-way. I know April is over, and I know there are strong chances of me abandoning it again, but I plan to finish it. So, wish me luck. </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; color: #ce7d0f; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #e69138;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</span></a><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-size: 15px;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>N - </b></span></span><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><b>Not My Cup Of Tea.</b></span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-66174587474978996142022-04-20T10:10:00.004-07:002022-04-20T10:28:30.808-07:00My Money Needs Saving<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZcf_d9C_YsEmEPMULMVL23oTkKRq9W4UdQ4BJZ3xUtBc-dH-0YFdQG3KfK8JlHg9rF79LwKXKfwAitz6Ao9L3y8ClTfWr9eVE33-vLhzbmiAopNFmmWxIR2_s0nvhtoJF6DQ3HzF_aNv-QQChC4yJQXqBWrLS-XaiqlvIjJiWxV7ZnCaIIMODRHO/s7000/77y_68p30cheeso30d1edoo30c9e64qjbk515po3cbhh6kqg.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="7000" height="188" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoZcf_d9C_YsEmEPMULMVL23oTkKRq9W4UdQ4BJZ3xUtBc-dH-0YFdQG3KfK8JlHg9rF79LwKXKfwAitz6Ao9L3y8ClTfWr9eVE33-vLhzbmiAopNFmmWxIR2_s0nvhtoJF6DQ3HzF_aNv-QQChC4yJQXqBWrLS-XaiqlvIjJiWxV7ZnCaIIMODRHO/w439-h188/77y_68p30cheeso30d1edoo30c9e64qjbk515po3cbhh6kqg.jpg" width="439" /></a></span></div><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #e69138; font-family: georgia; font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span></span></p>How important is money</span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span style="background-color: white;">for you???</span></span><p></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">I never had much regard for money all my life. From pocket money to pocket money, and now, paycheck to paycheck, my life has passed by. Now that I am a mum, and going by the tradition, I am supposed to teach my child the importance of money. For the first and only time in my life, I feel like an inadequate parent. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">My mom, unlike me, was excellent with money. She would meticulously divide her money into expenses, investments, and savings. Every year, I tried, I swear I did, to walk in her footsteps, and every year, I failed miserably.</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: georgia;">When I was young, 1st of every month, we (my sisters and I) would get Rs. 500 as pocket money. My friends and I weren't party-animal kinds of people, but we did share a love for books and music, and that's where our money went into. In my defence, I walked a lot and read second-hand books to save whatever measly sum was left. CDs were expensive, though. By the middle of the month, I would be heading to my dad, pleading with him for some more money, and the poor guy would smuggle me some, making sure nobody saw. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: georgia;">Now that I am older and love shopping and travelling, all my money goes into it. My sisters are proud investors, and here I am, a proud owner of a fantastic DSLR and a passport full of stamps. The constant need to save money so that after paying the bills, I have money left for things I love has made me understand the importance of saving. </span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">The 40-year-old me has finally understood that happiness is super important, but money is what makes happiness possible. In today's world, idealistic beliefs no longer work. Yes, we all need to meditate but meditating on a hill station facing snow-capped mountains is a significant push. Yes, lying down watching the sky doesn't cost a thing, but imagine sitting in a glass igloo watching the Northern lights. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #e69138;">I rather be rich. I'll find the means to be happy. </span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #444444; font-family: georgia;"><span style="background-color: white;">Before I end, let me quote Gone with the wind's conversation between Rhett Butler and Scarlett O' Hara:</span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"><b>Rhett Butler:</b> Providing you have enough courage—or money—you can do without a reputation.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"><b>Scarlet O'Hara:</b> Money can't buy everything.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"><b>Rhett Butler:</b> Someone must have told you that. You'd never think of such a platitude all by yourself. What can't it buy?</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"><b>Scarlett O'Hara:</b> Oh, well, I don't know—not happiness or love, anyway.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"><b>Rhett Butler:</b> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Merriweather, Georgia, serif;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><b>Generally, it can. And when it can't, it can buy some of the most remarkable substitutes.</b></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;"><span style="color: #e69138;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</span></a><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-size: 15px;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> </span><b><span style="color: #e69138;">M - My money needs saving. </span></b></span></p>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-6278036505603580812022-04-16T07:13:00.004-07:002022-04-16T07:13:59.315-07:00Lovers and Liars<p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2K3ehPIz3S-vGL7DgRaXKcS-9YjnECSN6jh2HDqnJkR0tGYHUD4F5yPDte4gBB1ilIiCHzJ0N1VQHtwb2Oi53FHvpBeVAcAhLiooweuDOkG2bHVHjx6DlKvl70pXQA7GCOC6E9FJrfDNjDWYRvupz0_-OuPW2ux_XZ6MnvRvNjMOvY_eo7d4ipiG/s1180/kindpng_2886949.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="858" data-original-width="1180" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI2K3ehPIz3S-vGL7DgRaXKcS-9YjnECSN6jh2HDqnJkR0tGYHUD4F5yPDte4gBB1ilIiCHzJ0N1VQHtwb2Oi53FHvpBeVAcAhLiooweuDOkG2bHVHjx6DlKvl70pXQA7GCOC6E9FJrfDNjDWYRvupz0_-OuPW2ux_XZ6MnvRvNjMOvY_eo7d4ipiG/s320/kindpng_2886949.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b><br /></b><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><b>IS IT OKAY TO LIE IN A RELATIONSHIP?</b></p><p><br /></p><p>A week ago, I read a magazine that said 73% of people lie to their partners. I don't know how much of it is true, but that's what the publication claimed. If you asked me, I think 100% of the couples do. I lie all the time.</p><p>Imagine, If I told my husband the actual cost of the pair of jeans I bought? or that I ruined his favourite shirt because I forgot to separate the whites from the colours. Now his formal white shirt has green patches all over it. I love my life and my happiness; needless to say, I will lie. I will say I bought those jeans in a 50% off sale and can't find his white shirt. </p><p>Having said that, I do not condone lying in a relationship. If I lust over a Korean/ Hollywood/Bollywood actor, my partner will be the first to know. On another thought, I think I would keep that information to myself. In my defence, I am not lying here. Hiding information is not lying. </p><p>Every evening, we tell each other what we did and whom we met. Most of the time absolute truth, but when I meet my friends while coming from work and we stop by for a plate of Pani puri, I usually omit that part. I don't know why, but I do. The poor man has never stopped me from hanging out with my friends, but still. If you ask me, I feel white lies are absolutely normal in a relationship. If you don't lie, are you even a couple??</p><p>I agree lies can be damaging, but it has a lot to do with the lie and gravity of the situation. A white lie is fun, even acceptable, and most of the time, it is pretty laughable. But lying on serious topics, be it infidelity or you eating away the slice of pizza that he had been saving for the next day's breakfast, can be detrimental to your relationship. Especially the latter one, this one I can tell you by experience, can be pretty serious. Oh, what a nightmare.</p><p>So my suggestion is don't be an open book, let there be a little mystery, keep your partner guessing on a few things, but the important part is to share the essential things because your partner deserves to know. </p><p>I hope you enjoyed reading it, and let me know have you ever lied to your partner.</p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; color: #2288bb; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</a><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> <b>L - Lovers and Liars.</b></span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-22118799363796636482022-04-15T06:50:00.005-07:002022-04-15T21:40:36.472-07:00KYC - Know Your Child<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRzTvYJxJePboAkMZTq7n3ow4f9I8vjKLPVY6z8cG0PbpO94-ER71w6b6-S8eZ0NiCF-f-AKaD1INtlpmHpDycV1HR1fZjOKsDMqif7vt3lXQEJMrz-K7B04_ncMmS_kyRLCuMpvg8B0rAt3JJjiOW4xXGslfkjyvm9PcPaMRcfh65QokRrikJFxOq/s1140/PinClipart.com_blueberry-muffin-clipart_5464393.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1140" data-original-width="1040" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRzTvYJxJePboAkMZTq7n3ow4f9I8vjKLPVY6z8cG0PbpO94-ER71w6b6-S8eZ0NiCF-f-AKaD1INtlpmHpDycV1HR1fZjOKsDMqif7vt3lXQEJMrz-K7B04_ncMmS_kyRLCuMpvg8B0rAt3JJjiOW4xXGslfkjyvm9PcPaMRcfh65QokRrikJFxOq/s320/PinClipart.com_blueberry-muffin-clipart_5464393.png" width="292" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;">Any parent who says they understand their child and can predict their next move is either a superhuman or is just lying. No matter what age, children are like PMSing women - their moods, taste, and words change even before they can bat their eyes, and they are always cranky. </span></b></p><p>1. You go to a relative's place and tell them your child hates sweets. That day your child will have sweets and ask for a second serving, and if you haven't died of shame already, maybe the third serving too. </p><p>2. Your child is after you for guitar classes, and you buy him a pretty expensive guitar and enrol him in an equally expensive guitar class. Day and night, you keep hearing tuneless guitar noise and yet clap and say, "<i>oh, what amazing music</i>." But still, despite ruining your eardrums and living with a perpetual headache, you get to hear that the guitar is a dull instrument and how his fingers ache and if only he could enrol in drum classes instead. I wish I was strong and cruel enough to give corporal punishment. </p><p>3. Like all boys, your child obsesses over football and can't stop talking about Messi, Ronaldo or Neymar Jr. So you ask him if he wishes to join football, and he refuses and says he wants to learn Cricket. You get him in cricket class only to find he hates it. </p><p>He will run around the house all through the day, it would seem like he has difficulty sitting in one place, but when going to school, he can happily on his potty seat for half an hour. If you ask him to go down and play, he is tired, only to find him running around the house again. We have named our pot a Throne and my son the king because that's where he remembers the homework he forgot, the button he broke and other important pieces of information. </p><p>Now that he is a teenager, we usually get along except when I say NO to something, when I try to correct him, advise him, ask him to study, read a book, go down and play, if I say something in front of his friends or teachers, if I cooked something he doesn't like or if I just looked at him... other than that we are almost like buddies. </p><p>All through my life, I always thought I would be that amazing mom who said those inspirational quotes, which my son would fondly tell my grandchildren when I am gone. My son will be 14 soon, and I am still screaming, "<i>Get off your potty seat</i>."</p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; color: #2288bb; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</a><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-size: 15px;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> <b>K</b></span><b><span style="color: #3d85c6;"> - KYC - Know Your Child. </span></b></span></p><p><br /></p>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-149220232890863792022-04-14T04:25:00.001-07:002022-04-14T04:31:29.128-07:00Just joking...<div><b><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRh9VdwS_JKE7zViycoq0KO3BImQy17NllCIa1UdTV4OfuJLxegSpFOIjykJacJPFyeG8xQZKsQ9QqAN6Nwq2fhtismNxt19V1oDOb-LMvCdgfYyVxbtgoufPyvpItoUfHEXy-g2S8gsBbWdiIosObgvVWKjOJnqWCFwO7lrSrZmi7y22AlF030O3t/s512/unnamed.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="512" height="156" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRh9VdwS_JKE7zViycoq0KO3BImQy17NllCIa1UdTV4OfuJLxegSpFOIjykJacJPFyeG8xQZKsQ9QqAN6Nwq2fhtismNxt19V1oDOb-LMvCdgfYyVxbtgoufPyvpItoUfHEXy-g2S8gsBbWdiIosObgvVWKjOJnqWCFwO7lrSrZmi7y22AlF030O3t/s320/unnamed.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span style="color: #e69138;">You know what has saved more lives than the medicines... the phrase JUST JOKING. It has averted major fights, saved friendships and even brought about laughter. This phrase should/would have easily won a Nobel Peace Prize if it was a person.</span></b></div><div><br /></div>All through my life, I have been an on-the-face person. I am not diplomatic, and my parents have often complained about my poor people skills, which has put me in a lot of trouble. For instance, when I was groom hunting (yes, your's truly was indeed a hopeless person and couldn't find herself a guy and had to go for her parent's help to get hitched), I met a man, and our conversation went as follows:<div><br /></div><div>I - So, what kind of a life partner are you looking for?</div><div><br /></div><div>Him - Somebody who takes care of my parents, my home and me. (Well, his people-pleasing skills were as questionable as mine)</div><div><br /></div><div>I (being who I am) - You don't have to marry for that. Servants are going to be a lot cheaper. </div><div><br /></div><div>Him - But there are other things that a servant cannot do. (Oh, that cringe-worthy look of his still makes my skin crawl.)</div><div><br /></div><div>I - You can always buy that too. Why marry? </div><div><br /></div><div>My elder sister, who was sitting beside me, looked understandably shocked. But my sarcasm flew over his swollen head. That's the beauty of sarcasm, the witty enjoy it, and the stupid don't get it. I know that he didn't because he asked if he could be friends with me on Yahoo Messanger. To which I just laughed and that this duffer understood. </div><div><br /></div><div>I did get a good shouting from my parents, not because I refused. They would have done the same. But because my conversation wasn't ladylike. In my defence, I was JUST JOKING. </div><div><br /></div><div>For decades, Just joking has been my go-to phrase. It has got me out of innumerable situations when it became difficult, almost physically painful, to keep my mouth shut. But you can't use the phrase just like that. If you want people to believe you, you must carefully wrap it in wit and sarcasm. Wit, so it looks like a joke and subtle sarcasm to pass the message through. But the worst is when I am outrightly mean and direct, yet people just laugh it off, thinking it's my weird humour. </div><div><br /></div><div>Before I end this post, I hope you listen to this song. It's an absolute gem by Thomas Benjamin. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/Vqbk9cDX0l0" width="320" youtube-src-id="Vqbk9cDX0l0"></iframe></div><br /><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; color: #2288bb; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</a><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-size: 15px;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"> <b>J - Just Joking. </b></span></span></div>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-59611442882123696162022-04-12T12:55:00.002-07:002022-04-12T12:59:51.997-07:00I AM MY OWN HAPPY ENDING<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYS6tbtoqz8WQfkK3GXoShoXgRyk7cDm6_ZOEHZf6lb34LJODQvIRgmjx6L6xhnzZSvZ4KKKklNQzioBBSGCoGpeIoFNoxnoHguzltxSSN6qOhR2mHoBY2BL1mbwoo7gEkunhcn67NgJ23J16Zw6-z9wKFuVTZu1EKbaajO_ro9TO52iiDiJTsHyjX/s2000/3339160.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYS6tbtoqz8WQfkK3GXoShoXgRyk7cDm6_ZOEHZf6lb34LJODQvIRgmjx6L6xhnzZSvZ4KKKklNQzioBBSGCoGpeIoFNoxnoHguzltxSSN6qOhR2mHoBY2BL1mbwoo7gEkunhcn67NgJ23J16Zw6-z9wKFuVTZu1EKbaajO_ro9TO52iiDiJTsHyjX/s320/3339160.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div>All through my life I always believed that you need to be with someone who makes you happy, who soothes away all troubles. Because this is what was fed to most of us since childhood that our happiness depends upon our partner, it is his job to make me happy. Be it Fairy tales where Knight in shining armour saves the damsel in distress or Mills and Boon or Harlequinn romances where a rich dude saves a down on luck girl. This is how it is supposed to be.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, NO. And nobody could have explained this better than Katrina Kaif. She, in one of the episodes of Koffee with Karan said something that blew me away. Yes, the most superficial talk show had this gem and the respect for this lady has grown 10 folds. </div><div><br /></div><div>She said, <b><i>"<span style="color: #e06666;">My biggest learning in relationships is nobody is responsible for your happiness. And you cannot give them that power, because you cannot burden another person with that responsibility.</span></i></b>" and it made complete sense to me. Making one person responsible for my happiness is the most selfish thing to do. Being happy or unhappy is wholely and solely my job and nobody can be credited or blamed for it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing irritates me more than someone asking me if my husband is keeping me happy or vice versa. In times when most of us are struggling to keep ourselves mentally afloat, we are not equipped to shoulder someone else's happiness, no matter how much we love that person. If we do, we are just walking down the road of disappointment. </div><div><br /></div><div><span> So the moral of the post is, that we need to find happiness within ourselves, with things we do and if it requires you to put yourself first, I suggest you do it. Because for a successful relationship, contentment is the key. If you are content with your life and with what you do, that trickles into your relationship. </span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span>So, my suggestion is <span style="color: #e06666;"><b>be your own knight and ensure your own happy ending and live happily ever after. </b></span></span><br /></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; color: #2288bb; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</a><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-size: 15px;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><span><span style="color: #757575;"> </span><b><span style="color: #e06666;">I - I am my own Happy Ending. </span></b></span></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div><div><span><br /></span></div>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-13058527895019883142022-04-09T11:04:00.004-07:002022-04-10T22:36:32.657-07:00My dear HUSBAND<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpVw2B5n0z-TGqw2wOlrAogBI2zCDjewDLd3_FYUhlgz6W6KOSJxkABS6GqbPJHQ2EOBCEtct_MRVgeh7KmgjguWi3U8CsCk_Lx7QlzT7x4wCm33pjKT_pNyUwo8bJVH-2VCpvNE-8zptVosaBPiVXtk0x-RaRhCz1HZjq4_VgH9WJKlavVRckyoD1/s750/pngkit_husband-and-wife-png_4259205.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="750" data-original-width="633" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpVw2B5n0z-TGqw2wOlrAogBI2zCDjewDLd3_FYUhlgz6W6KOSJxkABS6GqbPJHQ2EOBCEtct_MRVgeh7KmgjguWi3U8CsCk_Lx7QlzT7x4wCm33pjKT_pNyUwo8bJVH-2VCpvNE-8zptVosaBPiVXtk0x-RaRhCz1HZjq4_VgH9WJKlavVRckyoD1/s320/pngkit_husband-and-wife-png_4259205.png" width="270" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><span style="color: #b45f06;">Raising a husband can be an exhausting task. Nevertheless, Husbands are amazing creatures. They are generally great guys. I love when small house chores that they do, and like a child, they would come to you pretending to have moved a couple of mountains; that's absolutely adorable. </span></p><p><br /></p><p>So, Janhit mein jaari (Issued in the public interest)10 things every husband should know that we know:</p><p><br /></p><p>1. We know when you are looking at women. So when we ask you if you were, just say yes. "Oh, are you talking about the girl in the white top? No, I wasn't looking at her." this is not the reply we want to hear. </p><p><br /></p><p>2. We know what you mean when you say, "You always look good, fat or thin." when we ask you if we look fat. Trust me, please lie. We have eyes; we know we look fat, we just don't want to hear it from you - directly or indirectly.</p><p><br /></p><p>3. We know why you have a bored expression on your face when we cook in compared to when you have your mom's cooked food and act as if you are eating after centuries.</p><p><br /></p><p>4. We know you roll your eyes 360 degrees whenever we drive or fill a cheque. </p><p><br /></p><p>5. We notice that you engage us in a conversation or close our eyes whenever a violent scene comes up on the TV. Thank you for that. </p><p><br /></p><p>6. We know every time you take the blame in order to protect us from getting scolded by either set of parents. Thank you.</p><p><br /></p><p>7. We know you enjoy getting gifts. So, stop making faces and pretend to be angry when we bring you one.</p><p><br /></p><p>8. We know you are scared of mice, cockroaches, lizards, and ghosts. So, stop acting macho. We also know you completely lose it when you see us cry. For us, that's pretty amusing. I enjoy it when you tiptoe around me when I am PMSing.</p><p><br /></p><p>9. We know all the small things you do, like reclining our car seat when we dose off or preparing breakfast in the morning when we are unwell and mansplaining even the simplest things because you think we are duffers (I hate this)... we know. </p><p><br /></p><p>10. We know you wear pants in the house, but you need to remember you wear the pants we choose for you.</p><p><br /></p><p>You are our partners. You are our constant companions for better or worse, and we appreciate everything you do. We just don't tell you, and we would like to keep it that way. </p><p><br /></p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; color: #2288bb; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</a><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-size: 15px;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #e69138;"> <b>H - My dear Husband</b></span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-35712012561388324292022-04-08T10:46:00.004-07:002022-04-09T00:28:30.032-07:00Gym & I<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDttDj0JJncfiok1ruM_1yzz9rz2_lxbBD38aNoRYXKZAbGYAzlWiLEzVplCqUXhGrCBVWNOtynF-0KfyAmn7UJyT_bJ4XwW2CgKW3jHGJYiFkUAAAXZO5zYzxSXbJvQvG3EuF0ZbjD7epeHOk1hJXqfXB-XQFSVo2l59RsNfqfYpR_GKmaotLY0j/s990/300125.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="692" data-original-width="990" height="224" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDttDj0JJncfiok1ruM_1yzz9rz2_lxbBD38aNoRYXKZAbGYAzlWiLEzVplCqUXhGrCBVWNOtynF-0KfyAmn7UJyT_bJ4XwW2CgKW3jHGJYiFkUAAAXZO5zYzxSXbJvQvG3EuF0ZbjD7epeHOk1hJXqfXB-XQFSVo2l59RsNfqfYpR_GKmaotLY0j/s320/300125.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="color: #0e101a;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="color: #0e101a;">Today, I chanced upon my relative's before and after the weight loss picture, and honestly, I was amazed by the transformation. She lost a massive 20 kilos. I heard she had been gymming a lot. </span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Well, my relationship with my Gym can be best described as Complicated. Either I am completely into it, or I am just avoiding it like the plague. The change of attitude, just like any relationship, is pretty gradual :</p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #f6b26b;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Night Before Day 1:</strong><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> </span></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Gym Clothes neatly folded, Shoes wrapped and kept in gym bags. </span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Day 1</strong><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">: </span></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">At 5 in the morning, I thoroughly wash my face, brush my hair, and reach the Gym on time. </span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p><ul style="text-align: left;"><li><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Run-on treadmill</span></li><li><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Cycle</span></li><li><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Row</span></li><li><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Lift weights</span></li></ul><p></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">By the time I am done, I feel like a cartoon character whose bones will break into million pieces with just the slightest touch.</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #e69138;">Day 2:</span><span style="color: #0e101a;"> </span></strong></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Almost the same as Day 1. Only a slight difference - my body aches. I can feel every muscle and bone in my body and even those I didn't know existed. And yes, I forgot to ready my gym bag the previous night.</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #e69138;">Day 3: </span></strong></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">I get up late, so I have to run to the Gym without getting ready. After gyming, I go to the loo to find that I look like a homeless person. My hair is all wet, my eyes have gunk in them, and I have white stains around my mouth. I wish I at least washed my face. The whole day I was as good as dead.</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #e69138;">Day 4: </span></strong></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">I get up late... again. I run in my pyjamas, again forgetting to wash my face. I don't feel like lifting weights, so I do 20 mins—of extra running on the treadmill. Act as almost dead the whole day.</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #e69138;">Day 5: </span></strong></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">I fail to get up and felt guilty for the next 24 hours. I choose not to have the Ice Cream that I was offered to repent. </span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Day 6</strong><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">: </span></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">I get up, go to the loo and go back to sleep. But complained about it and ate (simultaneously) as I went through the day. </span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">Day 7:</strong><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"> </span></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">I don't bother to get up, and I don't feel guilty this time.</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">And as Ross Geller would say, "We (Gym and I) went on a break."</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">After six months and with a couple of extra kilos, I am back in the Gym... romancing for as long as it lasted (In most cases, five days).</span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #e69138; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><b><span style="color: #e69138;">Current status</span></b><span style="color: #0e101a;"> </span></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #0e101a;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #0e101a;">Like a proper Bollywood-style film, my feet are against my relationship with the Gym and have forced me to stay in my room. </span></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #0e101a;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #0e101a;">(I fractured my foot and am not allowed to move)</span></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span data-preserver-spaces="true" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #0e101a;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="color: #0e101a;">Farewell, dear Gym, till we meet again. </span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; color: #2288bb; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</a><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-size: 15px;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #e69138;"> <b>G - GYM & I</b></span></span></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"><br /></p><p style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-size: initial; color: #0e101a; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;"></p>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-24443056447596653012022-04-07T09:30:00.010-07:002022-04-07T22:27:18.469-07:00FUCK IT!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-yzjThsUaUHtLIjMDnJxthKNYQmXlIOgy6q-zT_D7hcE84sVnOPY92HpKLEn8xwEPXjZu3cTllv4qd4T3Agqa2IDsl79rL3TDCSzVFLPQ6BS0EIUC5RBkPSurLDDaSGWHumwvFMxSKiE7FQWBHEkImRqwPJ_hwgAgO8mYigAKDTGbvTqHbbLbJZ_w/s6251/0019_Abstract_WTF_Comic_Style_Zoom_Pattern.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4167" data-original-width="6251" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-yzjThsUaUHtLIjMDnJxthKNYQmXlIOgy6q-zT_D7hcE84sVnOPY92HpKLEn8xwEPXjZu3cTllv4qd4T3Agqa2IDsl79rL3TDCSzVFLPQ6BS0EIUC5RBkPSurLDDaSGWHumwvFMxSKiE7FQWBHEkImRqwPJ_hwgAgO8mYigAKDTGbvTqHbbLbJZ_w/s320/0019_Abstract_WTF_Comic_Style_Zoom_Pattern.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Attention: Before you start reading it, I apologize to whosoever finds this word offensive. And if you have a great distaste for this word, I suggest you stop reading it right away because I have used it extensively in my post. </span></p><p>Yesterday, my friends were discussing what we could write on F in the ongoing A- Z blogging challenge. Some group members said something about F-word, and we all joked about it, and the topic ended. </p><p>I since childhood have been told, and that too pretty strictly, that we were not supposed to use expletives in the house or outside. Just the usage of stupid, idiot or donkey was enough to get us royally punished. But lately, I have found a great liking for the word FUCK. </p><p>Just say the word aloud, and you will realize how liberating the word is. I have given great thought to it. I personally don't find the word the least bit offensive. Most probably, it has a lot to do with the context. I never use the word as an offence or an abuse like Fuck you! Who the Fuck do you think you are? Or Fuck off...</p><p>My usage of the word is more like an emphasis. Like</p><p>1. Oh Fuck!</p><p>2. What the fuck!</p><p>3. That's so fucking awesome</p><p>4. Fuck it!</p><p>5. I am so fucked</p><p>6. I don't give a fuck.</p><p> The only problem that lies here is... I never say the word aloud, no matter how much I like it. I usually mutter it or just think, because I know I can't say this word with the conviction it deserves. Because to say this word, you need to have a certain kind of confidence, the American kind-of confidence, especially the African-American kind. Not everybody can say it and look cool. A part of me feels like I will not do justice to this word. Imagine an Indian woman with an Indian accent saying them... doesn't sound even remotely convincing.</p><p>But nevertheless, it is my favourite word along with Shit and Screwed. I won't say much now because I know my sisters and friends would be reading it, and I have scandalized them enough. </p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; color: #2288bb; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</a><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-size: 15px;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for F</span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #76a5af;"> - FUCK IT!</span></span></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-74684179538614046452022-04-06T10:34:00.003-07:002022-04-06T12:14:30.420-07:00Existential Crisis is Real<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpeU31cLRWRkckwsTUqORwioQgoPTz8lept4fQzouz8sXol6YfAPjkj6bTY7xe43MRLaZ6J7TOOZtZdqTnHMKIOV_KL2yV3KQDIDCNuF8o9_Ru-7dY8pDTeuQrSaAyg57rASpgyjxeNU4e8gheWRRKL1TfKjXzrmGAdTMO-8l-_lYOtKBI3-0zDTgb/s5001/lonely_people_03.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5001" data-original-width="5001" height="340" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpeU31cLRWRkckwsTUqORwioQgoPTz8lept4fQzouz8sXol6YfAPjkj6bTY7xe43MRLaZ6J7TOOZtZdqTnHMKIOV_KL2yV3KQDIDCNuF8o9_Ru-7dY8pDTeuQrSaAyg57rASpgyjxeNU4e8gheWRRKL1TfKjXzrmGAdTMO-8l-_lYOtKBI3-0zDTgb/w383-h340/lonely_people_03.jpg" width="383" /></a></div><div><span style="color: #76a5af;">Who am I, and what am I doing in this world? These questions keep haunting me, and I have no answer to them. It seems that I suffer from a perpetual existential crisis, covering most part of my adult life. This keeps me in a constant condition of boredom and inadequacy. No matter how big the event is or how great the happiness is, there is always something lacking. It gets even more difficult if you are surrounded by highly happy-go-lucky people. For them, a piece of small good news seems enough to keep them happy for a whole week or even a month. In all honesty, I was/am jealous of them.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I am forty and yet do not know what I really want in my life. Maybe that's why I keep reinventing myself from a housewife to a blogger to an author to a scriptwriter and now a full-time corporate employee (and I was doing pretty well). Yet the happiness that I seek eludes me. Despite seeing my name in print or Cannes film festival or even getting a job, I still can't seem to feel contended. </div><div><br /></div><div>I wish I could blame the people around me, but (un)fortunately, I am surrounded by really positive people, be it my parents (both set), sisters, or my husband. I have even contemplated doing something different. Maybe I am in the wrong occupation? But then I think even that wouldn't help. I must make peace with my endless boredom. Yes, nothing would seem enough; instead of sparks, I would want Fireworks. Instead of mere happiness, maybe I would like to feel Euphoria. But, it's time to chuck the negative connotation and see the brighter side; perhaps this is how it should be, or my lazy ass wouldn't do anything. I guess the struggle to find meaning in my existence is the sole reason why I am active and alive. </div><div><br /></div><div><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; color: #2288bb; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</a><span face="Roboto, sans-serif" style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-size: 15px;">,</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #76a5af;">E - Existential Crisis Is Real.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-61721049901288097422022-04-05T06:42:00.003-07:002022-04-05T06:42:46.349-07:00Dance it out!!!<p><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvc00dRO8dTroAxWe-J560m8xA25_ZhRCgYy3fKfa39obch8Hk2dTLZMZuGUJ3DHyaS3_Ad5NPhkj7mG6_C1t7wYSfTaUgXKLScNYC7rYgoC_1Qe1uPDOIRub3t_ekbG_FH2RxNh-fKWRwRROiZDG4fZ0jRxojZ3skrRJeWakovUlJkwntnfGKreyM/s2000/hand-drawn-people-dancing-illustrations_52683-72319.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1098" data-original-width="2000" height="176" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvc00dRO8dTroAxWe-J560m8xA25_ZhRCgYy3fKfa39obch8Hk2dTLZMZuGUJ3DHyaS3_Ad5NPhkj7mG6_C1t7wYSfTaUgXKLScNYC7rYgoC_1Qe1uPDOIRub3t_ekbG_FH2RxNh-fKWRwRROiZDG4fZ0jRxojZ3skrRJeWakovUlJkwntnfGKreyM/s320/hand-drawn-people-dancing-illustrations_52683-72319.webp" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="color: #ffa400;"> Since childhood, dancing has been an integral part of sister/friend bonding. Though none of us (My 3 sisters and I) are trained dancers, what online gaming is for this generation, dance was for us. If there was a Power cut, we danced; if we had nothing to do, dance; Festival coming up - we gotta dance. We made sure we never missed an opportunity to showcase our dancing talent. Be it school functions, our complex festivities or family marriages. </span></p><p>My elder sisters often told me that when I was just a toddler, they, along with our dad, used to dance to Boney M and Abba songs, especially Brown girl in the ring. So, I guess apples don't fall too far from the tree. </p><p>But then I grew up, and I started taking life too seriously. Suddenly, dancing seemed like a pretty frivolous thing to do. Though behind closed doors and in showers, I would still dance and sing aloud, I tried to keep myself in control when out in the world. The more I pretended to be mature, the more lost and unsure I felt.</p><p>Almost 10 years ago, my friends and I went to a pub. We were celebrating my story that got published in an anthology. Though nobody was dancing, one of my friends walked up to the DJ and requested him to play some dancing numbers. He obliged, and slowly we all (including other guests) moved to the dance floor. It was soo much fun, from the latest Rihana and Beyonce songs to Asha Bhosle and Girls just wanna have fun. He played all. And I was back to dancing. I danced as if there was no tomorrow. My feet hurt, but I felt as if I was flying. </p><p>Just a few weeks ago, I was having a stressful day at work, and somehow my friend sensed that, and she insisted we go dancing. For a person, who was absolutely exhausted and irritated, I danced till midnight. That's what dancing does to you. It helps you forget your troubles and relax.</p><p>Now along with my son, I dance regularly in the morning, which has become our mommy-son bonding time. We know we are horrible at it, but the laughers are honest and infectious. So, dance, guys and dance not to impress others but to relax, fly and express. Try it, and you'll know what I am trying to say. </p><p>How do you relax??? Let me know...</p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; color: #2288bb; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</a>,<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">D</span></span><b style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><i><span style="color: #ffa400;"> - Dance it out</span><span style="color: #ffa400;">. </span></i></b></p><p><br style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-family: Roboto, sans-serif; font-size: 15px;" /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-90362086255825303522022-04-04T06:05:00.003-07:002022-04-04T09:20:25.969-07:00Conversation - An Introvert's Biggest Enemy<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIs1GsQ8QzS2w8Bf0NODmeuLQZvKcr40W-JXjG5pJr7WhubezdDG5Wcr3FEpwnwNcMjj2owqNw8DCN7oS-P8DXz-5esfiYPQVne5uyozEqQZ8R6QMKDpTlQVGjinrAhH-YQkAA2z2odyo4rWJ1QIhQ8Q9FJWjkT2rj52xImB70WI1CjAohd73mu5m/s300/download%20(1).jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="168" data-original-width="300" height="179" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvIs1GsQ8QzS2w8Bf0NODmeuLQZvKcr40W-JXjG5pJr7WhubezdDG5Wcr3FEpwnwNcMjj2owqNw8DCN7oS-P8DXz-5esfiYPQVne5uyozEqQZ8R6QMKDpTlQVGjinrAhH-YQkAA2z2odyo4rWJ1QIhQ8Q9FJWjkT2rj52xImB70WI1CjAohd73mu5m/w320-h179/download%20(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #ffa400;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #ffa400;">People who know me know that I am a classic Introvert. Well, for me making friends is challenging, but luckily I have managed to retain whatever little friends I have. If you are an introvert or know an introvert, you'll agree that conversation is not our strongest suit. We have problems even with basic stuff like saying hello. A lot of people mistake our inability to converse as a sign of arrogance. We might look like that but we are good people 😁😁😁 </span></span></div><p>Let me tell you about an incident. When my eldest sister got engaged, after a lot of self-talk mustered up enough courage to walk up to my brother-in-law and congratulate him. I went there, smiled, put my hand forward, and forgot the word I needed to utter, my mind went blank, and I couldn't remember the word "Congratulations." I am not exaggerating here, but I broke into a cold sweat. I think twice or thrice before calling a waiter and do without internet when wi-fi goes off because that would require me to contact my internet provider. </p><p>Every time my friends plan a get-together, I nod my head and agree but in my mind, I am already thinking of excuses that I could come up with so that I don't have to go. When I do go, I need time off for at least a week to get my energy back. I love my friends, I will kill for them but socializing is exhausting. </p><p>May God bless the soul who invented the internet and social media. For the first time, I realized how extroverts must feel when they put their points across when in a company. I always dreaded face-to-face meetings, still not very keen on talking on phones, but online chatting I can happily do for hours, I feel I am at my wittiest best then. Told you, I am a true-blue-introvert. </p><p>With COVID came work-from-home, and I could feel my extrovert friends getting agitated with being stuck at home; well, I had never been happier. It meant I could stay at home all day, every day. No one was visiting, and I could watch TV and read books all day. Even office meetings didn't require us to switch on cameras. It was heaven in Pajamas. </p><p>Recently, a friend told me that I am not an Introvert but an Ambivert, meaning that I am the best of both worlds; on social media and with my friends, I am an extrovert, and in all other situations, I am an introvert. I like the sound of it... whatsay?</p><p>Hope you enjoyed reading it!!</p><p><span style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">Disclaimer: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; color: #2288bb; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</a>,<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my post for c</span><b style="background-color: white; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><i><span style="color: #222222;"> - </span><span style="color: #ffa400;">Conversation- An Introvert's Biggest Enemy. </span></i></b></p><p><br /></p><p> </p>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-81627439215351413882022-04-02T04:38:00.007-07:002022-04-02T05:07:33.245-07:00BE BOLD AS YOUR EYELINER<p class="MsoNormal"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOu9KowuOg2MCpByIv20JQ-LUFgWWMxuXBGGlJC46xYryCH1xajcstnfBnD4aYZW4qGMqaejK7DNwTj-2dllDrbnxW506a00EvRlrYhZCjK-7u2yRVHoYb-twu6P0xWnZP4KFbnzBYGeGd4lNxkQucmkhtFQom35t2OurGGCXndAEsAJOGbFkXDj5S/s640/b2ap3_medium_Be-Bold.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="426" data-original-width="640" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOu9KowuOg2MCpByIv20JQ-LUFgWWMxuXBGGlJC46xYryCH1xajcstnfBnD4aYZW4qGMqaejK7DNwTj-2dllDrbnxW506a00EvRlrYhZCjK-7u2yRVHoYb-twu6P0xWnZP4KFbnzBYGeGd4lNxkQucmkhtFQom35t2OurGGCXndAEsAJOGbFkXDj5S/s320/b2ap3_medium_Be-Bold.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #ffa400; text-align: left;">We often
look down on the entire concept of making mistakes. If you ask me, it is one of
the most underrated and underutilized forms of learning. Mistakes happen when
you dare to do something you had never done before or step into an absolutely
new area that is out of your comfort zone. In short, when you are BOLD.</span></div></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I do not
mean being rude, aggressive, or foolhardy is Bold. Bold, in my opinion, is all
about being confident, living life on one’s terms and being unapologetic. So,
take my advice- be bold, adventurous, and brave when making decisions – good or
bad – you will come out as a winner. If good, you get to flaunt it. If bad, you
will learn from it. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Personally speaking, I am a mistress of the so-called- bold-mistakes, from changing my bag on the morning of an exam resulting in forgetting my admission card on the first day of my XIIth Boards to choosing Political Science as my honours subject and proposing to my husband on the first day we met and that too just after 5 minutes of conversation. Everybody including my parents thought I was just plain simply reckless well to me I was being brave and following my gut. If, I get to go back in time and change... I will not. I will happily make these "mistakes" again. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Fool rush in
where angels fear to tread - My sister, who always played safe, often said that to
me. Now that I am older and I can reply, if she is reading this, “Maybe that’s
why Fools have interesting stories to tell.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Let me end
this with a quote from We Bought a Zoo, “You know, sometimes all you need is
twenty seconds of insane courage. Just literally twenty seconds of just
embarrassing bravery. And I promise you, something great will come of it.”<o:p></o:p></span></p><p>
</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I hope you
enjoyed reading. Please do comment and let me know what you think. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="background-color: white; color: #757575; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">Disclaimer: </span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background: white; color: #2288bb; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px; text-decoration-line: none;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"> and this is my second post for B</span><b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia; font-size: 15px;"><i> - Be Bold As Your Eyeliner</i></b></span></p>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-42188658026086998662022-04-01T01:31:00.003-07:002022-04-01T11:38:00.887-07:00Age doesn't matter unless you are bread<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJN7pOI-1G5yoivMRIdwj0PM32AEhbpKyMFr8-R8mKGXoddRJzRjL06bHzt61z0Tju3UaMtqia7k9CIF8k84tuWk5q_L7-Y0qL5idwX5FL1oh6GcVqQCj4HwSk_GBoVd_jgjrNxTck1Rn00EAm2joOgxcqVVHcSvV_8F40RGrvUvxDAImGeAao7RP1/s2000/group-strong-women-vector_53876-76216.webp" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2000" data-original-width="2000" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJN7pOI-1G5yoivMRIdwj0PM32AEhbpKyMFr8-R8mKGXoddRJzRjL06bHzt61z0Tju3UaMtqia7k9CIF8k84tuWk5q_L7-Y0qL5idwX5FL1oh6GcVqQCj4HwSk_GBoVd_jgjrNxTck1Rn00EAm2joOgxcqVVHcSvV_8F40RGrvUvxDAImGeAao7RP1/w439-h320/group-strong-women-vector_53876-76216.webp" width="439" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><b><span style="color: #ffa400;">I wonder
how "AGE" managed to get so much importance in our lives and that, too,
to such an extent that everything we do gets immediately compared if it is in
accordance with the time we've spent alive. But if you see fish. I don't think they ever wonder if they need to stop swimming or hunting or whatever they
do to fill their stomach at a certain age. Age does not restrict animals; why
does it restrict us?</span></b></span></div><p></p>
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help but think about who made AGE such a life-changing event for us and how that
person or a group of people managed to brainwash the entire world. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoListParagraph" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -18pt;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span lang="EN-US">1.<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-stretch: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span><!--[endif]--><span lang="EN-US"><span style="color: #ffa400; font-size: medium;"><b>Maturity doesn't come with age </b></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">For
instance, Will Smith smacked Chris Rock ( no, I do not condone violence) for a
poor joke at this year's Oscar ceremony. I jumped off a three-foot wall despite
knowing I was wearing slippers, and it was a pretty idiotic thing to do, yet
still, I went ahead and fractured my foot. We three ( Chris, Will Smith and I),
when compared to Malala or Greta Thunberg or even my son, look/sound highly
immature. So, thus I rest my case by saying that the only thing that matures
with time is wine, not we humans. Maturity has nothing to do with age. <o:p></o:p></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Yes, we do
age, and there is no way to stop it. But remember, ageing physically is
different from ageing mentally. The latter is way worse than the former. Mental
ageing forces you not to have dreams, and it pushes you to maintain life's
status quo. But there are a few who are young at heart like that 90-year-old Dadi starting a pickle business, 80+ something running her cookery channel, or
a 39-year-old me getting a full-time job for the first time. Age is no limit. So,
have fun irrespective of how old you are. </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">If you want to break into a dance in
the middle of the day or goof around or prank someone… go ahead. You only live once<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I hope you
enjoyed reading it. If yes, let me know. If not, please do let me know. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Disclaimer: <span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">I am participating in </span><a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/" style="background-color: white; color: #2288bb; text-decoration-line: none;">Blogging from A-Z challenge 2022</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"> and this is my first post for </span><b style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><i>A - </i></b><span style="color: #222222;"><b><i>Age doesn't matter unless you are bread</i></b></span></span></p>(in)sane mindhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06739717709114125146noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3545907737804582960.post-44474869206978740612022-03-26T01:50:00.003-07:002022-03-26T01:53:21.609-07:00A-Z Blogging Challenge Theme Reveal - 2022<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEHFNfXzRGY2YayphaXjIt3TlTMFUmZgNF9RJWMealyvd4JWkdcocOsWbOZoJvuDvyvWrjgp3hHHFuovzBGVa31bc6iQdNLe-IGVWr4lmbYqKhw2MloR-WBDZA9Njr6_wmkqzO1GeV2VdKGndi7nM3P10AjTevKsA4SJI8qJGeqqz0kqhvNxs3vUsY/s251/ATZ-badge-2022-alt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="251" data-original-width="251" height="251" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEHFNfXzRGY2YayphaXjIt3TlTMFUmZgNF9RJWMealyvd4JWkdcocOsWbOZoJvuDvyvWrjgp3hHHFuovzBGVa31bc6iQdNLe-IGVWr4lmbYqKhw2MloR-WBDZA9Njr6_wmkqzO1GeV2VdKGndi7nM3P10AjTevKsA4SJI8qJGeqqz0kqhvNxs3vUsY/s1600/ATZ-badge-2022-alt.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">This is the first time I am participating in this
Challenge, and I am feeling extremely positive about me finishing it. Why?
There is a gut feeling that I will, and because I have nothing interesting to
do, I have a fractured foot and am not allowed to move around. Well, resulting
in no social life (not that I had any, but still).<o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #45818e;"><span lang="EN-US"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Hello! My Forties!</span></b></span> </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Yes, that's my theme for the <a href="http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com/">A-Z Blogging Challenge,2022</a>. I recently turned 40, successfully covering half of my ideal life span.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">To me, Forty is when you get your sh*t together,
reclaim your lives, live it to the fullest, and not get bothered about "log
kya kahenge." And you can fearlessly speak, dress, act the way you want and
not care less. This series will deal with my journey into the forties with topics
like…<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">1. Age doesn't matter unless you are bread!<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">2. Be your Happy Ending<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">3. Carpe Diem<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">4. Dance, Love and Laugh<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">5. Each woman has her fancy<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">6. Friends are like Bras<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">7. Growth and comfort can co-exist<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">… and many more.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 14.0pt; line-height: 107%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">I hope you will enjoy my journey — cheers to the life-changing
F-word – FORTY.<o:p></o:p></span></p>
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I sat inside a smoky pub, waiting for my friends to call it
a day and leave. Somehow I never felt comfortable or at home in a pub.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Honestly, I never understood the concept of dancing in the
dark, rubbing oneself on other sweaty, often foul smelling bodies. As I was
busy contemplating I heard a loud crash and a woman screeching. It turns out it
was two women screeching at each other having an argument over another man.
Where have I got stuck, I miss my books and my bed. My weekend is royally
wasted.<o:p></o:p></div>
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If I sat inside any longer, with my rotten luck along with
headache I will land up with lung cancer too, with all the cigarette smoke that
engulfed that god forsaken pub. I excused myself from the party (my friends and
their boyfriends) and made myself comfortable on its staircase. As I sat,
considering if I should go out to the cafe just adjacent to the pub as I was
starving and all the smoke was making me feel nauseous, one of the screeching
girl came out crying. There were loud sobbing noises, people standing there
pretended as if they heard nothing. I too pretended to hear nothing, but then
she almost tripped over me. Rotten luck at play, you see.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Are you okay?" I asked out of sheer courtesy,
ready to go back to my phone. But as my luck would have it, the girl decided to
sit beside me and cry. Cry is an understatement she was howling. This time the
idiots standing around me decided to look at me and her.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"My boyfriend, that slimy bastard is cheating on
me" she cried. I looked away, desperately trying to show my disinterest in
her sob story. In the middle of her cries, she fainted. Yes, she fainted over
my shoulders. Now was my turn to shriek. "Hello, are you okay?? Hey, get up.
“I tried to shake her. I knew she was alive as she was breathing. "Please
somebody get some water." I pleaded. A man rushed in, before he could come
with the darn glass, her highness decides to come back to her senses.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"You gave me a fright." I told her wiping my
sweat. "I am hungry and I am going to a nearby cafe. I think even you
should eat and hydrate yourself." I muttered. If I didn't eat I might
faint too.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We both got up and started walking towards the cafe. Bright side- at least I had company. I hate
to eat alone in a restaurant. All I had to do was hear some sob stories and
that's okay. Just hmms and ohs in the middle should do the trick and she'll
think I am listening. Moreover, she is too drunk to notice I can very well smell
the liquor.<o:p></o:p></div>
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hope that she doesn't start crying all over again. To my surprise, she said
"Hi, this is Aashna." in an even tone and she smiled weakly.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Good, you sound better already, promise of food has
that kind of a magical effect on mind." I laughed and was sure she would
crack up too. But she looked at me as if I was the dumbest person on the
planet. It was better to shut up and wait for the waiter to get the damn menu
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"That was a good one", she said slowly. Hearing
her tone I had no wish to continue any conversation.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"I am sorry for being such a bore. But being dumped
publicly does ruin your day." and this time she smiled. Though it was a
sad but I smiled too "Yes, it does." I agreed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"If you don't mind me asking, what happened with you
out there?" Part of me screamed that it was none of my business. Just have
your food and leave. Bloody, it’s her monkey and her circus. But the writer in
me wanted to hear the juicy details, hoping for more fodder for my story.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"My boyfriend dumped me... I think everyone now knows
that." she looked down, so was hard to see her expression. "Where is
the stupid waiter, I am starving."<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I also know that he cheated on you, so I guess I know more
than most people out there.” I said, spotting the waiter and signaling him to
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“It’s not the cheating that’s hurtful; it’s he being so cool
about it. There was no repent or embarrassment. Imagine the girl he’s cheating
on is a friend of mine. I was told that my bf was cheating, so I came here to
check on him and here he is with that bitch.” She paused, tears welling in her
eyes. She took a sip of water and continued “When did the world become this
heartless? There is an etiquette, a certain set of rules that needs to be
followed when u break up. I miss the old school romance, the real men.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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I couldn’t agree more, I too joined in her rants “Yeah, true
there are no real men these days. Real men like Sunil Dutt, Dev Anand, Clarke
Gable, Harrison Ford, George Clooney, the kind who wore trousers and shirts,
with blazers…<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yeah, hats and the kind who would hold doors for women, who
would carry handkerchiefs, to give to the lady if and when required. All that
is left are these poor excuses for men who have the bodies of adults and the
mentalities, as well as the social outlook of toddlers. Horny toddlers, but
toddlers nonetheless. We can’t really blame them, look at their heroes, Salman
Khan, Shah Rukh Khan, Sanjay Dutt, Hrithik Roshan all 40+ but they simply just
refuse to grow up. They still act as Virgin, 20 something old silly boys. It’s
not building character that’s important anymore, all they wish to grow is that
silly stubble and build even sillier six pack abs. What we really lack is a good role model”
Frankly, I didn’t really expect to go on and on about this. But honestly, I was
tad bit disappointed with our generation “Boys”. Sorry but I simply refuse to
call them men, even if they are 30+. <o:p></o:p></div>
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with my ranting. She must be thinking that I am some feminist who’s never been
laid. I composed myself and went back to
looking at the menu card. I looked up and she was still looking at me. “What?”
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“Nothing, just that did you too break up with someone? You
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“No, I don’t even like boys.” She gaped again, if you think
of it she’s kind of good at ‘gaping’. “...in a non-lesbian way. Someday, I’ll
find a man till then I am happy single.” <o:p></o:p></div>
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“So you’ve never been in a relationship?” Why is she asking
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“Yes, I have been in a relationship but you know what,
whenever I meet a man, they meet their future wife. No, it’s not me. I am
usually the one right before the right one comes along. So like you I too get
dumped.” I said, desperately trying to show that I was unaffected with the
rejections and failed relationships. “Seriously, I no longer miss a male
companion. I am happy with my work, I have a great gang of girls, who today are
acting like love struck pups but usually they are pretty good and attentive to
me.” I added.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I feel I don’t even have friends anymore. There is nobody I
could trust with my life. Who would have guessed my friend would do this to
me.” She said. I pitied her. With us, my friends and I, there was always an
unspoken rule, never eye your friends boyfriend. We all have religiously stuck
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“You know I have a talisman and I think you should follow it
too…<i>Have friends who have same taste in
clothes and different taste in men</i>. Trust me with that your life would sort.”
I said pretending to be an ultimate love guru. But in all truth, I had
negligible love life. I had fallen in love for the first time at the age of 13
with Mr. Darcy (Pride and Prejudice) and then with Mr. Rhett Butler (Gone with
the wind) followed by Howard Roarke (The fountainhead). By the time I was grown
up to have a real bf, all boys failed when compared to the men I was in love
with. I don’t blame them, they were all good but they somehow lacked the polish
and finesse of real men.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Have you ever read Pride and Prejudice or Wuthering
heights, that’s the kind of romance I want, warm, filled with longing and
intimate” She looked al dewy eyed as she uttered those words.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“But to think of it, if pride and prejudice was written
today, I doubt Elizabeth Bennet would have been the heroine. Kitty Bennet would
have played the lead. She was everything, a man is attracted too. Silly, free
spirited and promiscuous… she Is an ideal Karan Johar heroine.” I said, almost
priding myself. Yeah go girl; you are on a roll today.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, wow. I never thought of that. Like when we were young
our parents would give us lectures, recite stories as to how good girls like
Cinderella, snow white landed up with prince charming. But in reality it’s the
bad notorious girls who get everything while good girls die adjusting to whims
and fancy of their partners. These bad girls are bad at everything from cooking
to writing without making 100 grammatical errors. Yet, they’ll have met a man
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head home. I checked my watch it was one in the morning. Time flew. “So, I have
to go now. Do you want me to give you a lift?” I am usually not the concerned
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“No, I’ll go home. I am feeling much better thanks to
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was about to leave when a guy stopped us. “I have been listening to you since
last one hour. You think it’s only you who face everything, while men just jump
from one girl to another. Well, you are wrong.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Dear, it was private conversation, it’s wrong to snoop
around and what we said…”before I could complete this man interrupted me. “I
have been dumped by a girl because she thought I was a pansy and old school.
You guys say want old school, but when faced you can’t handle it because it
lacks edge of the seat thrill. You admonish us for we like bad girls, while you
drool over bad boys. You mentioned Mr. Darcy, well he was once considered to be
proud and obnoxious, Mr. Rhett Butler was a man with horrible reputation and
Howard Roark rapes Dominique Francon…. Yet you idolize those characters and
call us Boys. Think about it.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You are right and I am really sorry. I would have loved to
extend this umm… conversation but I really have to go. Aashna are you coming?”
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“Nah you go let me speak to this gentleman.” Aashna looked
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that guy sitting together immersed in an animated conversation. I guess the
guys and the girls are sailing in the same boat, facing the same issues. I can
safely say that I blame the entire concept of “love” for the current state of
affairs because as soon as you utter those three magical words you start
walking the road of disillusionment, as reality of other person’s faults
becomes more and more apparent with each passing day. We can choose to shut our
eyes and continue or we could move on. Either of the ways we have to agree WE
CAN’T LIVE WITH ‘EM; WE CANT’T LIVE WITHOUT ‘EM. I looked at the line again and then with a smile I clicked on publish.<br />
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Hey I am back....<br />
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You know lately I have been having this nagging fear... fear of being redundant. I see my son all grown up, doesn't need me as much as he used to. Friends play a more important role in his life. My husband too is busy with his work. The only person I used to have decent conversation was with my cook. Lately, even she seems bored. The one person I pay to fake interest, too doesn't seem much interested. </div>
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I did discuss this fear with my husband and he was of the opinion that I should get involved with something outside the four walls of my house. He knows how much I detest socializing, mention of kitty parties is enough to flare my temper . So h</div>
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I lay awake all night just wondering what I could do, I have been complimented on being a good writer more than once. So I decided to look for a job of a writer. The jobs most searched were of #contentwriter and #copywriter... sounds simple, so I decided to be one.</div>
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I have been lucky so far of being invited for interviews for content and copywriter's posts. It didn't take much to realize that content writing, SEO wasn't my cup of tea. Reminder to myself and everyone with sleep issues : Next time you have difficulty in sleeping try to write something about finance or maybe something more technical... you will sleep like a baby, I guarantee. </div>
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Copywriter looked and sounded more interesting... event, advertising yeh sab mere bai haath ka khel hai.. Imagine even that I successfully managed to screw up. I gave the HR a piece of my mind when they made me wait for 1 and a half hours because the director was busy in some meeting. But still that's no excuse, right? I - the queen of Andheri west-was waiting with her hair straightened and lipstick on (do you even realize how much hard work that is?</div>
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Moral of the story : I realized I am<u><b> unemployable</b></u>. Now I throw this question in the void... WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW?<br />
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I am posting a blog after a very long time. Lot of things have happened in last couple of years. Most too bleak and sad to discuss and the rest not worth discussing. I have seen highest of highs and lowest of lows in last few years. The only way I sailed through it was because of people who were there for me, listening to my sob stories day-in and day-out.<br />
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I just realized there would always be people standing by you suggesting you, what to do and what not to do... what to feel and what not to feel... what to say and what not to say. No matter how good they want things for you to be but the end result would always leave you feeling utterly horrible about yourself. You will land up questioning every action that you made, every word that you spoke... making you feel extremely incapable of handling things. As I say that, I am aware of the fact that all they wanted was good things for me and I am thankful for that.<br />
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Do you know who makes you feel extremely comfortable in such situations? Well people who are good listeners. Yes, they won't bludgeon you with their advises, they won't point out where you went wrong, what you did wrong or what you said wrong. They would just listen, quietly and patiently to every word said. Their mere touch of a hand calms you down, showing you in no words that they share and feel your pain. You know that he or she will be there standing by you, without knowing, without judging or without coming up with cures, they would be standing with you facing the reality of your powerlessness. These are kind you want around you. They are your true friends.<br />
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Word of wisdom to the void(not sure if anybody would read it)... cherish them, they are the ones that makes life easier.<br />
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<i>They feel soft and lifeless,</i><i><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: "gabriola"; font-size: 16pt;">Let me run wild,</span><span style="font-family: "gabriola"; font-size: 16.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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