10 highlights of 2013.

When people say, " You've changed, A LOT! You've moved on. ", there are two things that can practically affect you.
1. You give that statement a big smile and wink at the person.
                                   OR
2. You feel a sudden rush of guilt for changing yourself drastically.

Option No. 1 made me feel ME!
When I say, Move on, I DO NOT mean,  I've moved on because I have --" the love of my life left me " drama.

The year 2013 was a year of Happiness. A year of Speed. A year of KNOWLEDGE. And a year which made me realize, that yes, from all the things I can ever come across, my love for FOOD is UNDYING.

1. When the year started, I was busy preparing myself for my MATH/ Statistics paper and luckily, I got through it because it happened to screw me royally in the past.

2. I got through my final year of English Literature. I considered myself to be normal enough to understand what literature meant in the books. The final year was the door to a complete separate world where everything felt normal, yet abnormal.

3. I've never been rude/ harsh to anybody who argues with me. Well, I realize, I'm definitely not a Robot. I think, even a Robot has to be recharged. ( not sure of my scientific knowledge being right ) . Well, I realized, I need to learn to  SPEAK UP! Because, if the ozone layer can get tired of soaking the pollution, then my heart & my brain definitely can have a saturation point. So yelling at a person or breaking things & getting angry is RIGHT.

4. Unexpected out of a foodie like me, the best way to escape from the daily chaos is to GYM. The frustration sweats out and you also know that burning some amount of calories can make you look sexy. ( to all my readers who are my close friends, Feb I start with it again)

5. IT'S OKAY to breathe in peace when you are enjoying your last months with amazing food and alcohol joints, spending a little bit of time in Crossword because " the no network " moment with books around you is just so blissful. "cuz arguing & justifying is not meant to be focused on.

6. I might have been blamed of having " wrong " friends around me. But hello, my friends who sink themselves with alcohol on a weekend, practice sex as a healthy exercise and also smoke weed to numb the boredom are the most classy people. She's a girl, who's vocab a man can never beat. She's a smart girl with excellent movie sense, HIGHLY educated and also a girl who devotes herself because she wants the best body. He is a brother who happens to be intelligent enough with his taste in clothes , music and food. The best with event management and also my favorite photographer. And two other friends which have an unbeatable sense of humor and when high, they can make you laugh your tears out. all of them are excellently PRACTICAL and non- judgmental. They can handle the wrong & the right me all the time.

7. I've been lucky enough to surround myself with people who teach me that  knowledge is the power, Gym is the motivation, Love is my originality , Ignorance is to avoid the daily nuisance and FOOD, my best friend is happiness.

8. You are not lucky enough if you have a simple- educated- well spoken boyfriend. You're ABSOLUTELY & COMPLETELY LUCKY * pink blushes* when you have your OWN room with yellow bricked walls , a BIG mirror, a HUGE KING-SIZED BED and shelves with novels decorated. A room, i call it MINE after 21 years.

Now, I can spend my own sweet time doing everything possible there 'cuz the room is secretly located in a  bungalow with three floors and help myself get rid off the daily soap opera nonsense, family drama and also the stupid neighbor-coming-going routine.

9. With the whole move on thing, I consider, Sometimes it's okay to make trips. Trips which become a break. Trips that make your weekend go good. Trips which really happen 'cuz you want to say goodbye to a person makes you open to the statement , " A Goodbye can never be good". In my 4 years of Graduation, I've made 12 trips in 2013. 12! yes, that's a LOT for a year. But, this little sensitive side of me wanted to make the best out of the final year. Sp. An overnight trek risking your life, ( a little exaggeration is okay! ) with rain and height- phobia ( Vertigo) *with psychology sophistication highlighted*  .. And a trip to Bangalore is undeniably unforgettable.

10. A fixed job! No, I'm not a writer/ journalist by my profession. I'm not even next to any media profession. I'm working for my mom's company. People screw their graduation years to find themselves settled with a heavy package. Well, here it's a little weird . I was stubborn enough to stick to a decision of studying media. I worked with huge brands, i experienced so much of it. I met people who breathe in the world of pop culture , Public relations, social media, etc. After learning & grasping knowledge, I land up with my mom only because i have residing issues in Mumbai. The whole point is, I breathe and say, " move on! ".


With other things, when there were pains & sorrows, missing out on college and disappointments, the guilt...yet holds itself...!


P.S. Do NOT ask me why did I have SCIENTIFIC Math in Literature. Indian Education System might not have answer to it too! :P




  

04/01/2014

4/01/2014.


Everyday, since I posted my last blog, I came and visited my blog profile. But, there was a wall between my actions & my thoughts. I had a bunch of notes made in my laptop, my phones and my diary. So much material, that I wanted to post everything here, so that ever in my life, if I lose anything, I will always have everything published here. But then, all of a sudden, while I was typing one of my notes, I realized, all this wasn't meant to be written here. Being an immature writer & a reader, I've noticed, every writer has it's own life mentioned, whether it's a blog, a novel or a normal Facebook status. I suddenly stopped typing and switched off my laptop.

Today, after months, I'm again typing. I already had a note ready. But, I chose to type my thoughts. Things, I've in my mind. It's been a long time. Really a long time. In these months, I read blogs- Blogs of a friend/ colleague,I read newspapers- Specifically, politics: I wanted to understand how & what exactly is going on.
I read magazines- all kind of magazines. I went through a few terms of English Literature because, I've been majoring in it. I went through a traveler's website and then, one night ( *wants it to sound like a twist or a turn*), while having a conversation with a friend with wine, I realized, I simply don't care about what exactly has been happening outside the whole " My little life" zone. I spoke to her about her problems, guided her of just changing the meaning of her words and then realized, what if I do the same?

My issue was, I read a few blogs. I was an excited writer and I published mine too. Social Media teaches you a lot of good things! But then, I started comparing. Where my language goes way too simple, my blog remaining non-customized, the sole of it being too simple to even hold a page on a "BLOG" . I stopped publishing. And, I stopped writing...

This was me, a year back...

Today, after reading everything possible, I realize , IT'S MY BLOG. I read blogs and notes. I read views and posts. And then, I felt like a hammer hitting my head. *TUNNNGGGG*

An image standing in front me, exactly like me ( call it too Bollywood but imagination helps) " You don't have to bother. Blogs are not where people want to judge over your language. Maybe, there are a few but, you shouldn't care. You do it for you. Because, you wanted to own a back up. People who want to judge you, will do it. Why care? People who know you will love to read it. Your own people know about your ' boy drama', 'randomness' & 'stupidity'. And the rest, you don't have to care about. "

So, today, I chose to type down my jammed thoughts regarding my blogging. Which happens to be the problem no.1 and the root cause of my frustration. Writing made me happy, when I stopped, I felt heavy.
Today, after writing all this, I feel, I might be 69 Kgs, but I'm light and free.

I'm sitting in my mom's office. Where I type RTGS letters, handle export calls, keep a track of payments and yes, bore myself with the traffic jazz I hear from the window near me. It feels like, traffic sits beside me. I'm not in Mumbai where I wanted to be. I'm not a journalist or a writer by profession anymore because the residing issues in Mumbai have gone above the tolerance level. I'm here! Right here, doing what I haven't read in the books of Literature. I'm here because I have no way to go. I've had a band music-hitting-my-head morning. No, i wasn't drunk last night. It was bad because I had an XYZ argument. And, I choose to blog this because, now, i know, "Plans made in high school can never be permanent. " Everyday is either a shock or a surprise. Miracles happen. Changes take place. People change. I changed! Everything changed. But, something I love, I don't want to give it up. I want this to be constant and permanent. This is what I LOVE!
And no matter what happens, I'm blogging about whatever I write. With no classy words of course & no customization definitely because i suck at it!


With all the frustration mentioned above, now, I say to myself, " Happy Blogging! Teehee! " (BIG SMILE takes place )