Books have always been my biggest addiction. For me , the words books and addiction are almost same. Then ofcourse , cones writing / blogging.the moment i read today’s topic of week long prompted blogging , i knew it would be about books. And what better than a visit to bookstore with lover boy and best friend !!
Oxford book store has opened again after over an year in delhi. And this time the cha bar is much more awesome. Check the pics :
The awesome reading area :
And this ladder was so much amusing 😀
not to forget the chai and the snacks @ cha bar
It goes without saying that i bought another book. Plus the awesome conversations with my besties !! A day well spent.
Delhi people and delhi guests , do not miss this.
Obe of my addictions include chai too. And i must mention that having chai with friends while you sit in the lodhi garden was an icing in cake for today.
Loved every bit of this post
Marathon bloggers came up with a prompted week of blogging.The prompt for today is COLORS. The first thing i remembered from the prompt color was this fiction post I wrote long back. I rarely write stories so the very few I wrote are very special to me.
Colors play an important part in my daily routine : colors in food , the colorful boxes I carry food in ( I usually interchange the lid for the boxes for variety ) , the clothes I wear matched / contrasted with the bangles I wear , the footwear , the color coded documents I create , the colorful words I read on blogs and the colorful dreams I create for my life.
I can not imagine a life that would be in just black & white. Come to think of it , even these two colors have so many shades to it now that even the monochrome images can have a few set of colors : light grey to darkest black.
Colors are instant mood changers. Some colors are social markers for lot of events & places , while some other colors are widely used for health benefits. Out whole world is full of colors and yet , nature every day produces a new shade for us to enjoy and be fascinated.
That also reminds me of the times I have had arguments proving to my male friends that mauve is not purple ! Yes , girls know hundred more shades than most guys and I like to prove that any given time 😀
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.
We all have our own version / definition of monsters at different age. Its like giving a different face to our fears as we grow up. So I thought of few faces I can associate to this feeling ( based on my age )
4 : I don’t recall why I had this image fixed in my head that the top floor of my grandmother’s home had a sand man living there. Who always wanted to eat me. My mom says it was one of my nightmare that I told her about and frankly that particular spot gave me creeps till I left the house
10 : There was a robbery in my area and for a month. That time I used to be so scared of any one who roamed the streets in dark. The watchman’s “jaagte raho” really kept me awake 😀
15 : One day I saw a 18 year old guy touch a 10 year old girl in an inappropriate way. I can not forget the look of confusion and fear on the girl’s face. Even though I was standing far away, I felt disgusted and afraid at same time. That was the first time I came to recognize why my mother always told me to be safe. That guy was the first real monster I came across.
25 : I was a victim of online stalking and defamation. I had never felt so insecure and vulnerable. I saw strangers asking me not to visit their blogs ’cause some one would follow my steps and say mean things about me on their page. I quit blogging and closed all my accounts for an year. That email id ( the only identity of my stalker) was my nightmare and monster equivalent for along long time [ I still live in those fears I admit ]
On and off I have come across stories that would make me sad , scared and depressed at state and moods of people. Few of them so much deserve to be branded monsters. I pray for people who have to bear and deal with such creatures !
I fell sick yesterday ( again ). I actually fall sick pretty often sadly 🙁
So yesterday’s sickness , I blame on the evening trips to nearby dhaba to have bread pakoda , the Saturday evening sandwich ( the veggies dint taste that good i admit ) and last to the Sunday morning sub ( that definitely tasted stale ).
Yes , the food and the changing weather with the ability to spoil food soon has finally hit me once again 😐 *sulks*
The final result : I had a severe migraine , a mild fever ( which is still there as I type this ) , bodyache ( the back still hurts ) and an upset stomach ( I am yet to decide about its status)
and now comes the saddest part of being unwell : Being alone.
Roomie is home and I have no friends to call for the night *sulks a little more*
such are the times when I wish I was home. I have always been a sick gal since I left home. I have at times told myself that maybe my sickness is as physical as emotional. Or maybe psychological [ i forgot the exact term for that ].
The days I miss mom a bit too much or the days when I am low and I really need people around , I somehow fall sick. and as much as I try , I have to skip office , which further adds to me woes. People would think I am used to stay alone but the truth is , day after day , I am getting less capable of being alone. about 6 years after leaving home , I now crave more for a home.
And tonight again, I miss mom. The 4 calls to her during the day are not enough for me to be consoled and she knows it.
So, before I made another call to her and cry my heart out [ yes I am still a baby when it comes to be sick. I cry ] , I decided to write this to let that moment pass.
So, no more call to mom. no more being upset, just take my meds and be a good girl for a while.
And like Emily begins her posts some days, when I began typing , I had the line in my head – where I accept sometimes it is tough to feel loved. Some days I question all that I have in my hands , the love I feel surrounded by , the hopes , the dreams and I can see the piles of my smiles falling down brick by brick. Then I get back to my prayers and instantly , I see a ray of blessing shining on me. Lover boy calls me and in his own special ways makes me smile and make me sure of the dreams we made together for our life.
Thank you God for listening so soon to me.
This reminds me of a conversation I had with mother. I told her , even 15 min of time spent in prayers feel so hard while we spend hours doing nothing or gossiping or any random activity. She told that this realization is the beginning of making conscious effort to pray and be thankful to God. There was a time when I thought admitting that I pray or more so , admitting I can not pray daily and with full conviction in my God , was not a good thing.
Recently after reading doubts and realizations and confessions and love filled posts from some wonderful people I meet here on Imperfect Prose , I learned that being honest matters. Being thankful matters. Being loving and accepting the love is more important that regretting the moments you did otherwise.
thank you all for teaching me so much.
for loving me so much.
for just being the awesome YOU.
What do you want from life?
Are you on the right track?
Are you truly happy?
If your answer to these questions is ‘F?@k knows!’, then this book is for you.
Find the answers to life’s most important questions with the help of uber-successful entrepreneur, Shailendra Singh, co-founder of Percept and inceptor of Sunburn. Told with sparkling, flavourful and in-your-face humour, this book will advise you on how to:
– Find yourself (Because you’re probably lost. Admit it.) – Follow your heart (Because if you don’t then you’ll die unhappy, you stupid f?@ker.) – Achieve your goals (You know you want to.) – Live life like you give a f?@k (Because…why not?)
Candid and thoughtful, F?@k Knows will show you how to really live life on your own terms, to do what you want to do and not what you have to do just because your father said so!
I rarely pick self help books. I have read my share of books when in college and when I began working , and though I did not like many or could understand it all , the lessons make more sense now. Be it career , life , spirituality , relationships or other phase of life , there is always a book about it. I can recommend a few to some one who genuinely wants to read such books But I will think thrice before suggesting this one. and here is why :
I am not a fan of the word *fuck* ! however you write it , you will say it like that. And the maximum number of times i use this word is once a week to say “wtf” ! And I do not know many people who say it either any more frequently.
I do not like anecdotes / incidents that refer to sex and related stuff. Neither do i gain any insight from such analogies . Like the chapter : Orgasm as character study where the author tells about watching 2 of his friends having sex ( with some stranger ) and finding a character analogy based on way they f?@k. As much it is amusing as title , I was not impressed. This was not according to my taste. Plus , such mentions make sure I am not giving this book to anyone below 18.
The author did everything according to his dad , struggled to make an empire , earned millions , suffered a heart attack and that’s when he realizes he has not actually lived his life. That he has been doing it all wrong. It happens. But any way you tell this story , It remains the same. The story ( or parts of it) are mentioned many times in the book which kind of become a contrast to the stuff you want or hope to gain from this book. If other’s stories inspired , we don’t need such books at all. We all need to be convinced that we can make our own success stories.
Having said this , I will still tell you to try this books for some parts like – “And then ? and then and then” ; “Few of my favorite things” ; The cheesecake experiment ( If that can keep few people away from casual sex) ; Mind as technology ; Stop thinking , start doing ..
The author has some really nice ideas and some easy to digest philosophies. Some of the analogies , the examples and the incidents he sketches in the book are funny and wise beyond my age for sure. He has a good flow in his narration and doesn’t sound preachy but he does sound some one *trying* too hard to be casual. The overdose of F?@K as a verb ( or adverb) might put you off. Not to mention you can not pass this book to just anyone. Not to my bro or mother for sure I know.
Confession : I read 120+ pages complete and then 7-8 chapters in random but then I was turned off by the one of chapter. . And then I only finished the chapter name and the subtitles ; which are good enough to get the context and gyaan in straightforward manner.
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.
<musings of a healing soul and a warrior of words>