Thursday, February 11, 2016

Of Love, Laughter and a Letter




Lucky are those who become friends first, lovers later. That happened in our case as well. After pouring my heart out to the Boy for 1.5 years and chatting with him incessantly on the Internet, we met in real and became full-time lovers. The fact that he knew every single detail about me and my life made our relationship strong. And hilarious.

You see, when you reach THAT level of comfort with someone, romance is a combination of #LoveAndLaughter. If we were having a ‘Look into my eyes’ moment, it would be followed by ‘You know he looked into my eyes’! It was like sharing your love story with your best friend.

Anyhow, after a series of failed attempt at romance, I asked him for a love letter. I had told him to buy me a card before. On our first Valentine’s Day, the dude got me a card. It was absolutely adorable of him to buy me what I had trained him to. I happily opened the card. It was a floral thing. I thought it was fine since it was his first attempt. I opened it. I flicked over. There was nothing. I had told him to buy me a card but I had forgotten to mention that he needs to write something inside the card.

Yes. My mistake.

So next time I asked him for a love-letter. Now a letter cannot be empty. I had learnt my lesson well from my goof-up before. Since I knew my best friend too well by now, I also added that the love letter needs to be atleast 500 words. He was a man of few words, so I gave him the leverage of it being ONLY 500 words.

I was getting smarter, or so I thought.

I did receive my first love-letter from him. I opened it with a smile and was fluttering with joy. Finally I would hear some praises, some compliments, some mushy stuff from him…

The letter was to the point – he wrote he got up at 7 a.m. , did nothing, took a bath, went to class (he was doing his Masters in engineering), etc etc etc.

It was still ok. Atleast he was making an attempt. 

However, every word had a number beneath it. He had clearly mentioned that since he was suppose to write a letter for 500 words, it would be easier for me check that if he numbered it.

There. I had it in my face. A love letter of 500 words that mentioned his daily routine. And numbers from 1 to 500. I didn’t know then whether to laugh or cry or shoot him.

But today, I laugh my heart out when I think of that moment. Several lovers may have written several letters but none would have written a letter like this one. And since I am a Scorpion who likes her revenge, here is a tiny bit from the letter. It is 12 years old but it still manages to make me smile like never before. Needless to say, I love my husband, who was my boyfriend and who will always remain my best friend. I love him despite him being such a jerk!




“This post is a part of #LoveAndLaughter activity at BlogAdda in association with Caratlane.”




The Valentine's Day Cribber

New Year, Birthday, Anniversary, Christmas and all other angrezi festivities are days of immense pressure, and so is Valentine’s Day. Whoever said that it was an occasion to express your love was definitely in love a million times; with different people ofcourse!

Ok, ok. Let me not behave like a 33-year old. I need to fall in love every day, a million times. I need to keep the fire burning. I need to celebrate each day because it is special. Life is a celebration. Yada, yada, yada.

Basically you run out of ideas. If you were a millionaire with no work and all play, you could do a few things. Like go on a holiday to a new destination in First Class on every occasion. But that would also become mundane eventually. Oh, how much would I love to make travelling mundane!

But poor people like us (poorer than millionaires, I mean), have to work on Sunday (Middle East Sunday is like Monday). This year’s Valentine’s day is on Sunday. How can anyone expect us to put in effort, get all dressed up and go out to celebrate when the next morning we have to get up at 6 a.m.?

Then there is the preceding weekend. Now usually I am all bored by Thursday. I want to eat out, go on long drives, meet people, watch movies and just do a lot of things on the weekend. I renew my energy on Friday and Saturday so that my following week is fruitful. So after having a minimum of three meals outside on the weekend, how can I go out again on Sunday?

Now I am being like the type of person I hate – the cribber. They find faults in everything. However, I do have valid points. Unless you have a romantic partner who brings you roses every time, this day does lose it sheen. Frankly, I can’t remember being excited about Valentine’s day ever, except for the first 2-3 times maybe. I was in my early 20’s, and life was a big red heart filled with flowers and chocolates and Shiv Sena’s danda. Sneaking out and celebrating this day was most thrilling. And now, there is no mommy at the door to hold out a ruler and ask you about your whereabouts.

I was more excited when I didn’t have a Valentine. I wrote a poem called ‘Damn, Valentines Day’ and sent it to the local newspaper. To my amusement, they even published it. I actually kept looking out from my window to see if any boys from school were doing their usual rounds!

That just reminds me of the fact that I should be grateful that atleast I have a Valentine. I can torture him to bring me whatever I want. If I try harder, he would book me a nice dinner. Maybe I can take a little initiative and do something to make him feel guilty that he’s not doing anything.

Ah, the joys of being in love!

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Up Close and Personal

Last year was eye opening for me at many levels. I felt things I have never felt before. My health was at its all-time low but I was facing the adversities with a brave face. I was miserable from inside but as they say, ignorance is bliss. I ignored the hard part and focused on the good.

Fortunately for me I soon realised that being positive can be both good and bad. We need to understand how to use our optimism. A brave face is really not enough. You may smile through your troubles, but you also need to do something about them.

An incident happened in July that left me devastated. I would skip the details here because it is too sad to explain. I bawled like a baby in public and that has never happened before. The reason was awful. A sudden realisation occurred – I was slowly losing all my confidence.

That incident coupled with a handful more has left me worried. The future doesn’t look very bright but I need to keep, well, a brave front. It does need a lot more than that – it needs wisdom to move in the right direction. It needs patience to wait for results. It needs determination to stay away from temptation. It needs perseverance to stay on the path I have now chosen.

Frankly, it is not easy. You can be strong for a month or two, but eventually you feel for how long can you go on like this. For that, I take support from the outside world. Every single day I read stories of determination, of fighting against the odds, of strong people working towards their goal. And then somewhere I realise, if they can be resilient, I can be tough as well.

I don’t have goals. For technical reasons, I can’t have goals. But I can have small milestones. They are all I look forward to. It’s challenging but not impossible. I can, and I will.

This is a very personal post; the type I may feel at a later date that I need to delete. Today I just felt the need to pour my heart out. Maybe It’s too much, maybe it’s not. Ah, well, let’s call this a new me! I’ve been doing a lot of things lately that I’ve never done before – hopefully I’m being smart.

In my quest to find motivation, I came across this image somewhere. I so want it to go on my tombstone! I am sure each one of us would want the same.



Monday, February 8, 2016

When the going gets tough


At times you think you’ve hit rock bottom
And there’s no way of coming back
You feel the universe is against you
And that life is never going to get on track.

In times like these it’s never easy
Positive words begin to suck
The entire world tries to motivate you
All you feel is that you are out of luck.

BAD TIMES DON'T LAST
- that’s all you have to remember
Be Grateful for all you have
What you don’t, was not yours ever.

Life is beautiful – you've felt it before
It’s all going to get together
Embrace the good, let go of the bad
Soon you will look back and feel better.



Saturday, January 30, 2016

Weird, baby, weird!

The last few days have been weird, to say the least. A cold wave has hit Bahrain, and the desert is feeling brrr like never before. I am wearing socks at home. And I don't even wear socks in India when the North is covered in fog! Everyone around me is sneezing, and even though I have an immunity of an elephant, I have fallen prey to the phlegm.

Immunity of an elephant? - well, I just thought they are strong and happy animals.

Now when I fall sick, it doesn’t seem like I am sick. My phlegm usually stays inside and gets out from sources I don’t understand. So when people ask me what happened, I have to tell them specifically that I have cold and that I am very sick.

Although I wanted to lose weight even in sickness, the Boy told me to take rest. His one wish became my command and I ordered soul-food a.k.a. kadhai paneer from my favourite restaurant. I ate it for two days straight. It was complimented with some rum, some biryani, some parathas and lots of tea. Being sick was a great excuse, but I think I crossed a calorie-laden line.

I am dreading my weighing machine tomorrow. I have already bought myself gifts for reaching January targets even though it is not January 31st. Talk about positivity!

Amidst all this, the Boy had to leave me for 2 days and travel to India. I literally had tears when he was leaving because I have not lived in Bahrain without him in the last 5 years. But thankfully my friends took care of me really well and I just felt blessed. Three more hours and he will be back, I cannot wait.

Oh another weird thing – a little girl came to our house on Christmas eve and gave us a balloon that said Merry Christmas. It has been 36 days, that balloon is intact. She did have long, unruly, blond hair like a ghost.

I take part in a lot of lucky draws. I feel very childish and desperate but since I win, I just take part. So I won a brunch at a 5-star the day Boy was leaving. I didn’t want to go without him. So like a good Samaritan, I told the guys on twitter that I don’t want it to go waste. They happily agreed to postpone it and still give it to me.

Two 5-star brunches in one month – I must have done something good in my life to deserve this. Or maybe, God is testing me how strong I am at eating salads at a lavish buffet!

So no other weird thing except these. Maybe just one more really weird and somewhat confusing one, but I’d rather stay mute on that. I love mystery. And I even love 'Dear Diary' posts like these. Enough meaningful stuff goes around the blogging world, let me just stay how I have always been - weird!

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Eat hard, Exercise harder

So I think my weighing scale is lying. Not because it is telling me I am over-weight, but it is telling me I am less than what I thought I would be! You would say I should be doing a happy dance, but I am a paranoid girl who goes crazy when it comes to her weight.

Weight. You are going to hear a lot about that word this year. I have vowed, like umpteen times before, to reduce. Most of you know that my body cannot take the pressure of excess kilos. At 52, I was advised to reduce by 2-3 kgs. Now the doctor was the best in the country, so I didn’t take him seriously. Fast forward 11 years, I think he was right and all my basic instincts were false.

I hit my all-time high in December, thanks to yummy Diwali food at home. It showed. Things that were easier before were becoming harder. One evening it hit me hard. I decided to do something about it. It has been 1 month, yes, 30 days, and I have been the best student in my class!

The fact that I don’t have a teacher works best for me. None of my friends or the Boy gives me a hard time when I fail to achieve certain goals. They are all so supportive and loving. I read myself, I plan myself, I do myself, basically I am my own motivation.

Well, almost. One day I was watching this show on TV where the dietician said that even if you can’t do much, do atleast 10,000 steps a day when you want to lose weight. I have this friend living in my building whom I know since two years but hardly ever met. One day I just casually mentioned that we should walk in the mornings. She agreed. That day and today, we’ve become walking pals! She is the sweetest thing and keeps me motivated.

Then there is Instagram and Twitter. I have started following motivational people for a thought or two each day. I have downloaded one book so far and reading another paperback to keep me on track. I am trying to eat right, rest right and basically do everything that I have learnt in all the past few years of trying to stay healthy.

Two other companions in my journey are Netflix and my maid. I laze around at all other times I am not exercising. It is crucial for my health. So these books and constant support from a TV series is keeping me happy. My maid does basic work in the kitchen and so it hardly takes me any time to cook sumptuous, healthy meals each day. 

The only thing I am missing is writing. Even this is a distraction in a few ways and so I don’t want to open my laptop on most days. And since I am hoping that I would stick to my schedule for a few months now, I don’t know how much I will be able to come here. This would be a first in so many years. I feel bad.

But I feel good too! I am bang on my January targets and I cannot be happier. Things are not all that great but I am sure I will get there. The weather is perfect for all that I want to do. And I won a spa and brunch day at a 5-star today!

So you see, even God is smiling at me. Hope to keep in touch!

P.S. The abrupt brunch bit was just to make you jealous like I always do. Hugs!

Wednesday, January 6, 2016

2015 - The Year That Was

I am not the biggest fan of 2015. I didn't give it my best; neither did it do anything great for me. But as they say, you must count your blessings and look forward to the new ones. A new year is an opportunity to start all over again so that you don't have any regrets. Was 2015 that bad? I guess I will change my mind if I write down how it was different than others. Lets give it a shot:

1. Got high for the first time in Amsterdam. On mushrooms.

2. Was blessed with twin nieces and then another one.

3. Trekked on the best hills of the Black Forest.

4. Bought a flat.

5. Drove around the country like never before.

6. Read a couple of books that touched me in different ways.

7. Learnt how to make Chettinad Chicken and thought it was delicious.

8. Bought a new, swanky laptop.

9. Oh, won an iPad.

10. Gifted my FIL a laptop and my MIL an Air-Fryer with hard-earned blog money.

11. Joined a charitable group that distributes Biryani to migrant workers.

12. To make up for all the wrong doings and lack of exercise in 2015, vowed to dedicate 2016 to health. What started on 20th December is going pretty well.

Ok. So that wasn't bad! God has indeed been kind. I wish and pray that we live a healthy and happy 2016. Wish the same for you as well.

So how is your resolution coming along? Mine is doing pretty well!