Lets Go Shopping

Bonnie’s ‘Retail Therapy’ session went quite well; she visited the local mall for her fix of new lip-butter, as well as a pair of new obnoxious but cute earrings. Nothing beats spending money to forget about your troubles, she thought with a smile!

They do not call Shopping ‘Retail Therapy’ for nothing. There seem to be positive consequences to buying oneself a small treat: one really does feel better!!

And the Moral of the story is:-

“Here's an issue that's very close to my heart.

The class 12 results came out today. Millions of kids have been pressured by an educational system designed to test out memories more than our minds.

I got a 59% in my 12th and thought my life was over. I really did. Needed someone to tell me then that these results would never matter again in two months time. It's just an exam.

So parents I urge you to rally around your kids no matter how they did. That’s something they'll remember forever on a day when they face nothing but harsh judgement. Turns them into great people.

The Right Guy

‘Do you know?’ He said, taking her hands in his, ‘Do you know what it is to love someone and never, never! – be able to give them peace and happiness? Do you know what it means to not feel like you are the Right person for someone?’

The Right guy is never wrong. The Right Guy makes things last. The Right guy makes it all Right! The image of the right man, the tough man and the true man are all rolled into one man in our fantasies as ‘The One’. The need to look for ‘The Right Man’ is as old as our dreams themselves! Since we spend so much of our young life wondering, waiting and evaluating men in the cast of ‘The Right Man, is he?’ , my Muse for this week is : Who is the Right Man and how do we stop lookin’ for one!

Over a cup of Tea

We Indians tend to take our right to Freedom of Speech seriously. Talking, or better say chattering comes naturally to many of us. Well, before someone plans to bash me, let me clear that I mean it all in a good spirit. No offense.

When it comes to striking a good conversation, we’ll always find a couple of people around us, dying to let out stories narrating how their dog is the best in the neighbourhood being a rare specie, or how the daughter of their friend’s friend eloped with a guy , only to return 2 year later with a little kid, cute enough to please her parents’ bad temper. The axiom is that more often you are likely to not get bored for long, if you are travelling alone in a plane, train or a bus. Even in an auto ride back home, by God’s grace you’ll be accompanied by people who have pledged to keep you awake on the way. Heavenly souls. And if not that, you yourself may enjoy conversing with the autowallahs, and may be get an insight into their plight. It’s largely believed that sometimes talking to a stranger does wonders. 

The Logical Indian

     

It’s been a month since world’s largest democracy witnessed the holy ritual of power shift. The political party, which came into power, has made immaculate use of resources at hand to draw the results no one expected.

Well! Pre-election assumptions and exit polls are now an entity of past, today, we stand at the threshold position from where we need to stop talking and get going.

Now is the time to be more active than we ever were or we thought ourselves into the fact that we were.

To read and write

Do you stall reading? I do. Guilty. I finish books in a week that I would rather in a day or two. I surf through their pages unhurriedly. Reeling in its crisp or stale smell. The smell of fresh unread words. The same words said over and over again. With varied meanings. They amaze me. Simple words.  White Sheet. Complex formations. Complicated me. A sparkle of crisp champagne is how it all feels to me.

The FYUP gamble

As I scratch my head making faces and staring into nothingness thinking about what to write on this time, my sister sits crouched making lists. She is moving to another city for work. Looking at her reminds me of how excited and anxious I had been when I moved out of home for college last year. That feeling of butterflies in the tummy and staring at the luggage bags, all that comes to me again. As monsoon is ushered in, so is the season of moving out of the comforts of home for college. I had always wanted to study at DU and I managed to make it through the hurdles. The happiness came with a bitter-sweet feeling, of leaving family behind and moving ahead, living on my own. There was anxiety in shopping, anxiety that filled me with self doubt and denial, anxiety thinking of rooms and roommates.