Inner workings of an (in)sane mind

  Before you conclude that this blog is about self-pity or rant, it is not. This blog is dedicated to all proud second-fiddlers and letting the world know playing second fiddle is such a fun thing to do .     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 are not as extraordinary or good-looking as the hero and the heroine , but they are better than the rest. You'll barely know their name or anything about their personal lives. They are always in the background, giving advice and cheering the main lead at every opportunity. Their role is the easiest; they just have to play the loyal friend, a great listener and a tag-along.   The second fiddle. I can get plenty of first violinists, but to find someone who can play second fiddle with enthusiasm - that's a problem . And if we have no second fiddle, we have no harmony. ~ Leonard Bernstein    Well

O Ye, Of Little Faith  is  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.  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.  When you expect nothing from somebody, you

I am back! Missed me? I am sure you did. So, I failed my A-Z Challenge.  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.   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. So, why did I just stop???? 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 t

How important is money   for you??? 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.  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. 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,

IS IT OKAY TO LIE IN A RELATIONSHIP? 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. 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.  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.  Every evening, we tell each other what we did and whom we met.

  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.  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.  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, " oh, what amazing music ." 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