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The Comeback

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.

Can’t wait to begin and hear from you guys!

 

 

Beyond opinions – an alternative view on unhealthy relationships

Not always you enjoy healthy relationships around you. Sometimes it gets really difficult to put up with people in such scenarios. Most of it is clearly because people don’t see beyond useless arguments. They can go on and on bickering about the issues without any logical conclusion. From what all I have seen and learnt as lessons, discord is not always due to difference in opinions, but there are countless reasons which we certainly overlook during frictions. I can pat myself for being a highly open-minded person who always looks beyond mere opinion differences.

I usually have altercations with my mom. Often I think, how can someone fight with me so much even knowing how much room I give to healthier ways of dealing with a problem. But anyway, so when there is an argument, I don’t just see it as a result of different point of view, but I am also ready to believe the biological side of it.  Females being a more emotionally vulnerable gender, clearly are synonyms to ‘Nagger’. Well, I am a female myself and not patronizing them (or us). Men term women as cranky, complaining, nagger which undeniably is all true, however, at times it is not under their control since they go through hormonal turbulence all their life in forms of mensuration, pregnancy, then menopause causing not only physical stress but mental too that vents out by picking up fights.

Well, it’s not only women, I have come across something as Male menopause too! Yes, do you see a lot of above 50, grumpy males around you who do not show happy signs, male menopause could definitely be one of the reasons. Like females, males also undergo subtle hormonal changes that makes them prone to irrational behavior.

Similarly, we often overlook other possibilities of belligerent or argumentative way of a person before tagging them as “not-meant-to-live- together”.  Ever heard of Bipolar disorder which causes mood variations?  Gone are the days when this was a disorder of rich and famous and lonely movie stars. A doctor once told me a ratio of bipolar disorder is 1:5 in India!. Many of my colleagues complain of erratic behavior of elders in their homes who knows that it is Bipolar to be blamed for all of this.

In short, when you observe a certain behavior of people like picking fights, constant badgering, coldness etc. It may have got to do with any of the above. So, before judging them at least give a thought on the biological side of it and find a solution. Else, just treat yourself with quarrels everyday.

A brief tryst

It started as a very ordinary day for me. Same running to catch a metro to work, carving my way in the crowd of zillions and at the same time strutting on those imbalanced heels. I usually walk fast during the rush hour in mornings, without looking left and right like a horse with blinkers. So, I was already running late and in those late mornings I can even ignore a Hurricane. While I was proceeding towards my next interchange of trains, my feet struck a baby shoe. A small kid of less than an year was being carried by his mother, the shoe must have got dropped in that hustle-bustle.  While he was looking at his shoe wanting to tell his mum about his lost treasure, his mother was completely oblivious of the situation. Suddenly, he saw me coming close towards him. He made a desperate glance at me and the next towards his shoe. That innocent face immediately softened the robotic me. I picked up the shoe and extended my hand to give to him, he did the same with an appreciating smile but co-incidentally his mother made a swift move inadvertent of this secret meeting. I walked further to give the boy his shoe but his mother was making equal steps as me. In this long chaotic walk, the kid was the most desperate soul. Seeing this misery, a third person stopped the mother and pointed towards me. With a satisfactory expression the mother left with the shoe while the kid still facing towards me, had an overwhelming smile.

A brief love affair can happen anywhere and anytime.!

 

 

 

 

LOVE ONE ANOTHER

LOVE ONE ANOTHER
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.
-Khalil Gibran
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.

Life is not easy

It is so weird that people never let you live the way you want to.  There’ll always be some fault in your lifestyle that may suit you and makes you happy but not them. Sometimes these people are your own parents, siblings and even friends. If you are somebody who keeps the failures on side and knows how to gather back the spirit and live the way which is different from others,  it’s not always welcomed by people. One reason is because they are not used to of this different lifestyle and the other is nobody wants you to forget your failures, how can you live to the fullest when these people are still living in their miseries. And if you don’t pay heed to anybody’s concerns, you are termed as a Rebel.

When I was a kid, I remember, it was always a protective cocoon around me. Hard to break no matter how hard I tried. I waited. As I reached my teens, it was still a cocoon but with slight passage. Still was not enough but couldn’t do much because there was no way to buy an axe to break that cocoon. And when you reach that stage when you can buy an axe, that’s it your time’s over..you gotta marry now.

I don’t know when will I reach the stage when I wouldn’t have to wonder about what people will think of me,  when I wouldn’t have to ask or contemplate on all the things that people think are important but for me are rudimentary. And for God Sake when will the time come when people will understand  Life and that for everybody it has different meaning and dreams.

Heart is Peculiar

Heart is a peculiar organ. I fail to understand what makes it happy or sad. I have been feeling quite low since last 2-3 days. I have observed no amount of inspiring reads really work during such disposition.  I tried talking to my pets, watching TV, surfing on new destination to travel but something when bothers you to the core doesn’t really heal with that easy distraction. I also tried eating chocolates which I heard release happy hormones..well bullshit, I just got pimples!

So, I was sitting with my laptop doing some futile research just before writing this blog. It is 10 p.m. right now in India. Suddenly our door bell rang, I was least bothered to get up and see, but I was curious who would be there at late night. A moment later my dad came to my room giving me a tiffin box from my neighbor who sent her signature homemade cake only for me. Mrs. Lall, my 65 year old neighbor is one of my favorites because of her doting love towards me and her yummy cakes. The moment I saw the box, I jumped from my bed, opened the box and ate like a child. My dad looked at me with a smile and left me with the box full of delicious cake.  I don’t know if it has started releasing happy hormones and brought me back to my sunny disposition but it certainly worked. What more could be a proof that I opened my blog and wrote after 4 days, and that is why heart is a peculiar organ. 🙂

Goodness of pets

Say hello to my new pets – Mama Mia. Yes that’s their name.  LovebirdsFrom the picture it looks like as if they don’t know each other but they are infact lovebirds. It was their first day at home when they were quite wary of their new surroundings and so were kind of perplexed. Now after almost 4 days I know why are they called lovebirds. I can’t stop admiring them when they are canoodling each other at night. When I first saw them doing it, I couldn’t keep my eyes off from them but they are such intelligent beings as when they sensed the intrusion, they slowly contained their composure. Since then I now don’t gaze them but let them have their moment.

I don’t know if it’s true or not but it is said that lovebirds keep one partner for life. Since the time I have brought them home I feel so poetic at nights, they have brought back the inspiration in me. I am glad I got them home as they have made my nights utterly romantic and philosophical.  That’s the goodness of pets. And I want to pay them back, so here’s Keats (one of my favorites) to my lovebirds.

“Softly the breezes from the forest came,
Softly they blew aside the taper’s flame;
Clear was the song from Philomel’s far bower;
Grateful the incense from the lime-tree flower;
Mysterious, wild, the far-heard trumpet’s tone;
Lovely the moon in ether, all alone:
Sweet too, the converse of these happy mortals,
As that of busy spirits when the portals
Are closing in the west; or that soft humming
We hear around when Hesperus is coming.
Sweet be their sleep.”
John Keats to Fanny Brawne

Till death do us part..

2014-01-10This picture was clicked today (January 11th), a bright sunny  winter morning. I want to dedicate my post today to my pet.

CoCo, I know I scold you a lot of times and we fight at times when I don’t agree with something you want to do but my sugarpie I want to tell you, you are the greatest joy of my life. You bring so much happiness in my heart that sometimes I can’t contain my emotions and write blogposts on you. You, unlike other obedient pets, keep me busy, not giving me time to ponder on stressful things. I may sometimes overlook things you do for me, but I always have you in my mind. I think bringing you home was the best decision of my life though I say otherwise when you chew my favorite slippers or run after stray dogs with your leash on, keeping me baffled, but I know the truth. You are my “Dennis The Menance”.  I don’t know what would I do without you.

“Until one has loved an animal, a part of one’s soul remains unawakened” – Anatole France

Much Love

Serenity unquestioned

1466197_10151726508145146_1970929285_n Chilling has never been so real before. The picture says it all.

This picture was taken somewhere near Balicasung Island in Bohol, Philippines 2013. Those feet are mine by the way. Tanned I know. It was taken just after a successful scuba dive in the Pacific.

Enjoying the Island life, I was watching those Filipinos on my ferry, fooling with each other, cracking jokes and taking deliberate dips in water acting like they are drowning.

Only if life was that simple, we wouldn’t need breaks.

Are you being followed?

Phew almost after two weeks. It has been a crazy month for me work wise and is gonna continue like this.  Something made me to check my blog today and honestly it’s not a good feeling to see this Capture, it looks like a beat of a dying heart.  I reckon it becomes like that as your heart gets so stuffed for not writing it out. Anyway.

 

Have you been stalked ever?

No, I am not being stalked, but I was wondering due to technology available at a tap of finger, it has become so easy to trace anybody, to message anybody if not on Facebook then Watsapp or email. It is ironic in a way that initially you would want to connect with the world but slowly you pull yourself from it as you feel intruded like exactly what I am feeling right now.  You can’t really hide totally, can you? Either you have to get rid of that phone which is a mini computer in itself or just preach social self boycott which is not advisable. I am aware that all these social platforms do offer you self hideout which is okay but what about the mental stigma you go through, you can’t even sue these sites. I so want to get away from these so called social circles at least till the time I require the need for it once again in my life. But right now I am just too loaded and want to leave the spotlight for someone else.