If promises are meant to be broken, mugs are meant for the same fate .. specially the ones related to best buddy fahad. He has broken many a mugs when we worked together ad this latest one is a gift from him. And thats why even an year after it fell and wad almost broken, i still have it safe in my kitchen. Below is the lovely pic and quote by him on the mug
This is the season for navratri in India – the nine auspicious nights dedicated to worshiping goddess Durga in her many ( 108 being exact) forms. These days are also synonymous for Fasting. Most people keep 2 fasts atleast while many go for 7-8 days of fasting. Of course , last day is for feasting 😀
Last time I had made halwa to celebrate the feasting ceremony 😉
I have never been a big fan of fasting unless I read this article on it benefits. suddenly the talks of my mother on this issue made a bit more sense to me. And yet , I do not keep the religious fasts, not unless my mother asks me to. Instead I try to cut down food intake and replace it with fruits and fluids once every week. Basically , I realized that we have to cut out the excess from our life and do it again and again to maintain a healthy system. Be it food , shopping , art or even studies ; We all need break from our routine and this break should be enjoyed and welcomed with good spirits.
I go on a “no book shopping fast” twice a year . It is always so tough to keep filling my wish list and wait for the day when I begin buying all these books. but i realized , the wait is too rewarding. Not just I can get few books as gifts from my guy , but the wait makes my shopping all the more pleasurable.
What do you think you need fasting from ?
Much has been written,
Of nights in our times
Foggy like ghosts of dead.
Hollow eyes stay glued
We neither understand
Nor we pull those ropes.
Lie bleeding in heart
Supressing the screams.
In silent whispers of loss
I scribble these verses
N order to be blessed.
Pardon my sharp tongue
And loud voice
Remember the tears,
The would pay the price.
In dark i lie awake
Awaiting the dawn of love
Melting the stares so cold.
If once you turned back
The eyes are set on roads
That bring you to me
Some days you have to count your small joys ( specially when the bigger picture does not look so happy ) So , for this week, I sat and listed the below things that make me smile and keep my mind off the not so happy thoughts :
Gym . Finally I joined one and pray I do not skip many days.
Best Friend. For daily listening to *same* complaints of mine. not to mention she has similar ones from her workplace :/
Teammates . No matter how stressful the work gets or idiotic the people go , most of the people at offshore are a pleasure to work with and I am thankful for that.
Internet. After the last week of no net at home scenario , finally internet issues are fixed. The online watching of some of my favorite show has begun.
Mom. Bless her to bear my rants every day.
Him. He is my strength to survive many of the days off-late.
Books. < need I say more ? >
Writing this post. I needed the smiles right now again.
Reading your posts and comments. I will be doing more of it soon.
Spreading Love. Start with yourself , with your loved ones , and include a stranger too some days.
Prayers. I am trying to pray often. Thank God for that. and thank Mom.
My dreams lately have me seeing a lot of people from past. Some who have been mentioned in recent days and many who I don’t think i ever remembered after parting ways with. The dreams are kind of happy , even if not , atleast they are not sad or mysterious. Talking of mysterious dreams , I guess the weirdest one was to be invited to have a drink with my dad 😀 [ I still want to see how he or my mom would react to that ]
For years I have believed that dreams are answer to your subconscious thoughts. They might be something you badly want or just an image of what the future can hold for you. Sometimes they remind us of people we do not want to think about but we should. the college friends ( and the not-friends) I saw last week , the friends from present I saw today morning , they all had a reason to be there , even if i don’t know it now.
And the nightmares too. They show us whom we trust and turn to in real life crisis. I remember for a long time , I always saw my mom in my nightmares – in pain with me , protecting me and looking out for me. Then one night an year back, I had a real bad one and I saw him holding out his hand to me. I held that in dream and when I woke up , something inside me wanted that hand in real too. I always took it as a sign of accepting my feelings for him. And thank god I did.
So what do you think of your dreams ??
Me time. Like the one I have taken out now to write this post ?
Or the time I find to read other posts that would be written about this theme in hope to learn a bit from other wise ladies ( and men if they wrote).
Often I think Me time is just an illusion. but its a beautifully satisfying illusion I admit 😀
How you take out time mostly depends on what you like to do, since each activity/hobby has a place and time. you would not imagine cooking in middle of night,will you ? Well I can not since I have an open kitchen where you can not stand in winter nights for more than making a cup of tea for yourself !
I do not like days I miss on reading and writing. While reading a book regularly looks like a lot of effort , it is not. I spend 15 min travel time in reading and 20-30 minutes before I sleep on the book. Also, the days my cab is late ( which happens 2 times a week for sure) , you will always find me reading.
Also the time I travel on weekends in the metro , I prefer to keep my phone inside bag and rather read the 30-40 min I got.
While writing takes much more time and you have to sit on the laptop with a concentration of atleast half hour , I try to write bits and pieces of prose articles ( and even poetry) in phone notes / email drafts whenever the thought strikes. Early morning ( my morning is 11 am though ), with a cup of tea in hand , I sit to assemble these thoughts into something meaningful. If not , then I do it from office since I get a bit free time to read and write in middle of other tasks.
Writing also involves reading others – to be inspired , to learn , to be amused and entertained , to share and to expand your horizons. This reading can be done on phone while you travel or better if you own a tab. you can save the pages once online and read them later. I try to spend 2-3 hours each weekend on reading various articles. Most articles get delivered to my inbox making it easier for me to read from my phone.
Another activity I enjoy is to walk. To notice things and people around. Most days , I follow the walk-n-talk advice of idea 😀 All my calls to my mother are done while I am walking to and fro the market or in park , or going to metro station ( which happens to be a walk of 20+ min each time ).
Latest and the last hobby for me is cooking. I pack my dinner almost daily and I try to prepare it on my own. But i do not get to try new dishes on weekdays since I am in a hurry to get ready and cook at same time. Hence the weekends I go home, I spend in kitchen. My mom loves it ’cause she can be free of kitchen duty for 2 days and I get the kitchen to myself to try all new dishes I want. win win situation ! Next week, I try the same dish at my place 🙂
So that’s My time and how I spend it.
And hope that I keep finding time like this after I am married and have extra responsibilities too.
I call it a habit,its not.
this tumultuous urge
to answer and question
before your question
and after few replies,
this wrath of words
that bite you
and me alike;
Its a key to moods,
to get irritated at rotten moments,
to enable joys at your mere mention,
to feel upbeat to have you with me,
and to put to death anything that bothers you.
I call it a habit,its not.
Its just me.
As I am for you.
saanson se bhi tez
sunai padti hain,
shabdon se pehle
hi bun jaati hain,
ek jawaab ,
jis se na tum bachte ho,
na hi main khud.
bas aadat hai,
jhallane ki har us baat par
jo khatakti hai mujhko,
sanwaarne ki har wo din
jo tere naam se shuru ho,
aur paane ki har wo khushi
jo teri aadat ban gayi ho,
tere pyaar ki,
mere ajeeb izhaar ki …
main un se hoon,
vo mujhse hain.