It’s been a long, long time. Can’t tell how much I missed blogging. I was taking some time off to give a push to travel writing and starting my very own travel venture (details of which I will be sharing soon!).
A lot has happened all this while. Moving my base from New Delhi to Singapore is the most significant one. I hope the move increases my exploring journeys in South East Asia (fingers crossed!). Singapore is an amazing city and precisely a reason for my comeback. I want to resume my everyday writing that will focus on living in Singapore. So, watch out for all the interesting posts on food, people, places, travel, shopping and much more.
I discovered a 2 month old boarding pass to Auckland in my bag and since then it’s been serving me as a bookmark to the current book I am reading – Among the believers – an Islamic Journey by V S Naipaul. I don’t know what joy this boarding pass gives me, I can easily choose a nice glossy bookmark from the collection I have but no..this is special. May be this reminds me of my first holiday with my husband.
I was on my way back home at the same time on the same train with same book and same boarding pass. The train was packed; I could feel the person at my back breathing on me. Nobody expected, they could fall in so much crowd, but the driver proved us wrong. With one sudden short jerk everybody toppled and there goes my boarding pass. It took me a minute to realize that I had lost it. I was looking at the floor so anxiously people thought I lost something expensive. And started searching too! I gave up after much hunt. But every now and then my eyes would roll down to see the glimpse of it. Alas, I thought it was better to let it go. As I was ready to get down at my station, an old woman lifted her foot and voila!!, there it was. Indiana Jones wouldn’ have been that happier. Quickly I picked it up, got down and comfortably placed it on page number 398.
And when you start thinking you are lonely, you are not lonely at all.
Hello peeps, I have been away for quite a long. Well various reasons…got married, traveling and in the process writing got sidelined. Hoping this post becomes a new beginning and never stops.
I know marriage is a change process as it brings a lot of changes in a person’s life. I am somebody who gets unsettle even if order of the things on my bedside table changes, you can imagine my apprehensions during the course of this life event.
However I feel much better now, finally getting used to of “Marriage” and I have deduced that it’s not such a bad thing. Demanding for sure but not evil.
I have a list of both good and bad changes that has happened to me. Let’s start with the bad ones.
No time No time No time. I get no time for myself for sure. But I figure as days will progress time will also find its own place.
Cooking. As in have to cook good food. No shortcuts. This is still something I am ready to learn since it is important for survival.
Lack of creativity. I have become such a duh. I used to think like an artist – reading and writing, now I can only think if an orange vase will look good on my green table!! This is something that bothers me again but I guess time will heal this too.
Act too good to be true. I am a good person but still a bitch. And now I have to act extra good to people even when I am in my worst mood. Can’t show my schizophrenic side that soon.
And the list will just go on with very annoying elements…
The good things of the package are though quite cherish able and therefore blur the above bad things.
Patience. It takes time but it comes. Well, it is important to run not only marriage but life…peacefully.
Forgiveness. I am still one of those grumpy cats but I am learning to forgive and forget. I was not born Jesus.
Less cribbing. You suddenly have to learn to appreciate things even if they don’t fall in your book of approvals. But that’s the way of life. Perhaps my book is not the only right book in this world.
Love. Unconditional love. It is easy to be cordial and maintain healthy relationships but maintaining unconditional love is difficult but it’s the most beautiful thing to experience. It gives me a high.
Marriage is a balance between good and not so good things. And I feel it takes quite a lot to maintain this balance. Phew!! I am still learning and hope not to regret from it.
Like a racing horse,
Thoughts are sprinting
Amongst is a thought,
To find a moment
And rein in,
The checkered mind
Sigh! As that moment arrives
Realization dawns, And I find myself
Into the labyrinth.
Is it just me or do you also go through the phase when you get a train of thoughts which keeps you in a knotty state for days? At times there is so much going on in your mind that you lose track of your trajectory and feel stuck like a person in the middle of the gridlock. One way, which I find easier to follow, is to become blasé to the whole situation and shrug off.
I was thinking of some good subject from quite some time and Voila I found it today.. at the back of a tuktuk :-). You’ll find all sorts of funny phrases written on trucks and tuktuks in India, but for once I found something so cogitative. I was impressed so much so that I chased the tuktuk to take a picture.
Translation (It wasn’t easy):
Had man been the embodiment of Love
Had he been a little more selfless
Had he been more conscious of someone else’s pain
He would have been a healer rather than a venomous snake.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart.
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
A very practical poem by Khalil Gibran which holds meaning in all eras. What I understand from this poem is Love is good, however, too much of it is smothering. We like being around people who care for us and love us, but the moment that love starts chasing us as our shadows, it puts our existence in obscurity. An important lesson taught here by the Lebanese poet that love each other, respect each other but do not make your heart and soul dependent on each other.