My fixation with….Christmas Rom-Comsβ›„πŸŽ„πŸŽ…πŸ‘©β€β€οΈβ€πŸ‘¨

I must admit, I haven’t been very active on WP for past few days…work has been really hectic with very long hours..together with household chores..it leaves me so drained, that in my spare time, I do not feel like using even one grey cell by blogging or even reading all the interesting blogs posted by my WP friends…so what do I do instead? Hitting the treadmill? No. Exercising? No. Doing anything constructive at all? No. None of that. Instead, I have been using this precious free time (usually at night when the world around is fast asleep) to binge watch atleast one Christmas ROM com every night!!

Must admit, I have always had a thing for ROM coms or what guys usually refer to as ‘chick flicks’…the liking started way back in high school…and that’s quite understandable. Because I was young and full of dreams and totally in love with the idea of love…and I thought, that once I ‘grow up’, eventually I will grow out of it and get more real and watch more of the realistic genre ..And to some extent I have…I do enjoy binge watching ‘serious’ stuff like documentaries or mysteries and thrillers…but turns out, I am yet to grow out of the fondness for all things mushy and all things ‘Christmas-y’. And, going by the number of such films I have watched in the past few weeks, I am scared it may have turned into a full blown obsession…almost like an addiction..the need and the compulsion to fulfill the daily quota of mush (is that even a thing??!!) πŸ™„

Infact, these days I spend about 10 minutes each day to search for more of these Chritmas romcoms and add it to my Netflix list, so that when I finally sit down to watch a film, I can just browse through the list and pick one right away. On the odd days that my husband is in the mood to watch something light hearted and casual at night, I snatch the remote and start off with one of my previously selected films (before he changes his mind), in the hope of dragging him into this obsession right along with me 🀭🀭. Work in progressπŸ˜‰.

If you think I am exaggerating, here’s the list of the last few films I saw: Christmas made to order, Princess switch, Christmas wish, Christmas inheritance, Christmas tale, Holidate, Knight before Christmas, Christmas prince, Christmas wedding, Christmas royal baby, Christmas wedding planner, Christmas wonderland, Christmas with a view, Christmas Inn, Operation Christmas drop….I could go on an on…see my point?? πŸ™„πŸ€·πŸ»β€β™€οΈ

All images from Google

And I do agree, most of them have fairly similar storyline… nothing that you haven’t seen before…throw in a cute bubbly girl, a heartbroken, brooding, serious but oh-so-handsome dude in a picturesque little town all decked up for Christmas πŸŽ„, they meet, they disagree, they fight and eventually end up falling in love and kissing under the mistletoe…and yet I never seem to get bored of it and watch with rapt attention as if I don’t know what’s gonna happen in the end..silly much??

I usually watch a few series (of different genres) simultaneously. But these days, they are all on hold. Coz who cares about political scandals, high school mysteries, marvel and DC shit…when Christmas is round the corner and I still have so many Christmas ROM coms waiting to be seen!! πŸŽ…β›„πŸ˜›β€οΈπŸ˜Š

Ps. What’s your favourite Christmas ROM com? Do share in the comments. And, If you have some suggestions, pls do suggest..I will add it to my Must-watch-ASAP-list for sure πŸ˜€πŸ˜€

THE 7 SINS.

The 7 Sins
Man….the Sinner

When God created Adam and his breed,
It was HIS best creation indeed,
For man was supposed to love, nurture and take care of Mother Earth in times of need,
But instead ended up causing massive destruction..all thanks to his GREED.

Man waged wars, built factories, cut down trees, killed flocks, fellow humans died,
Death, destruction, pollution spread far and wide,
God believed Man would mend his ways and ask God to be his guide,
But Man forgot the Master, started thinking of himself as the greatest entity…all due to his PRIDE.

Seeing others flourish and prosper made his heart heavy,
Made him utter profanities not one but a bevy,
He had enough and more, but still wanted to own more and many,
Never realising this would one day lead to his downfall…this sin we call ENVY.

Despite God’s best intentions, Man has always been on a downward path,
Driven by hatred and revenge, Man has caused many a bloodbath,
Never once bothering to look back at the aftermath,
He could have made some amends, if not for his all consuming WRATH.

It can be safely concluded upon careful scrutiny,
It is as important for Man to feed his ego as his tummy,
He has an appetite for all things greasy and carnivorous that can be bought with money,
That’s a sin too..the one we call GLUTTONY.

God watches with shame and disgust,
As he sees Man seek pleasure outside of sacred bonds, giving reasons for mistrust,
Faith, love, loyalty, committment all turning to dust,
Yet Man always succumbs… to his LUST.

He could have taken an oath, 
To mend ties with the people he used to once loathe,  
To show that he is capable of change, capable of growth,  
But alas, it keeps him right where he is..all due to his SLOTH.


The seven deadly sins, also known as the capital vices, or cardinal sins, is a grouping and classification of vices within Christian teachings…I suddenly chanced upon it (after watching a film by the same name as the title of my poem)…It got me intrigued and I looked it up a bit (thanks Google)…and I have just attempted to interpret it in my own way…please feel free to share any suggestions/corrections. πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘

F.E.A.R

There are so many F words that come to my mind,
Of them the most omnipresent would be FEAR,
To this emotion I seem to have completely resigned,
It grips me completely when at night even the slightest sound comes to my ear.

When was the last time I lived without it,
I honestly don’t remember.
I ponder hard and suddenly it hit,
It was few years back till before September.

That was the time when fear gripped me harder than ever,
It paralyzed me and made me go numb,
After that, it became permanent and  left me never..
It surpasses everything else and makes all the other emotions and me totally dumb.

As much as I may try to think past it,
And divert attention elsewhere,
This constant fear makes me beat,
No matter where I look or turn my gaze, I always feel it lurking ….oh it’s just right there.

Fear of losing, fear of trying new things, fear of enjoying too much,
The constant paranoia…I can’t even begin to tell,
It basically holds me back from doing anything wild and adventurous as such,
Here’s hoping one day I can conquer it and bid it a final farewell.. And tell it to go to HELL.

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

It’s amazing how the smallest things sometimes trigger memories from the past, flash moments from days gone by and takes you back in time. Something similar happened the other day as I sat down in front of the TV and while surfing channels, suddenly a movie being aired in one one of the movie channels caught my attention.

As the title suggests, the name of the film playing on was called Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

Chitty Chitty Bang Bang is a 1968 musical adventure fantasy film, directed by Ken Hughes with a screenplay co-written by Roald Dahl and Hughes, loosely based on Ian Fleming‘s novel Chitty-Chitty-Bang- Helpmann, and Gert FrΓΆbe.

Poster of the film Chitty Chitty Bang Bang

The film released many years before I was born. And I was introduced to this musical family with a magic car by my grand father. It was probably the first film I had seen or maybe the first one I remember watching and loving. If you ask me today how much of it I understood as a toddler, then I would perhaps say…. not much..but I do vaguely remember being amused by this family singing, dancing and flying off in a custom made, very cool car. But what remains etched in my mind till this day..is the image of me and my grandpa enjoying the film together. And the camaraderie I shared with him even as a toddler.

I sat there watching the film…trying to recall the storyline…didn’t remember much… instead was taken back in time…to the time I spent with my grand father and the many memories I had with him over the years…how he would smoke his much beloved cig and explain the workings of the world and I would just sit there, listening intently, soaking it all up and truly enjoying his words of wisdom and loving him for being the most doting grandpa one can have…it was truly a walk down memory lane..And the movie was just as enjoyable this time as well..😊😊

Friendship

Friends and friendships are of many types.
Some you meet later in life, some early, while in school,
Of them, some are sweet, some caring, most are fools, and only a few cool,
Social media ones? They are mostly fake and just plain hype.

School friends are like sunshine bright,
They don’t judge, they don’t tease,
With them you can share your darkest secrets with ease.
So even if you have just one of them, hold them tight.

School friends – If you have friends who are as weird as you, then you have everything….

College friends are witness to your metamorphosis- from the shy geek to the confident rockstar,
Ragging, bullying, crush, kiss- they have been witness to all your firsts,
Spending together countless sleepless nights studying, partying and gulping beer to quench thirst.
So whenever you miss them, just meet up and hit the bar.

College Friendship must be built on a solid foundation of alcohol, sarcasm, inappropriateness and shenanigans. …

Work friends are the newest ones,
At first, it’s a struggle to filter out the crowd to find a good one in the muddy pond,
Bitching about bosses during breaks builds the strongest bond,
Fun, frolic and banter continues until the ‘most discussed one’ returns..

Work friends- Chance made us colleagues but the fun we had made us friends..

And then there are some bonuses,
Meet a random person when you least expect,
Get talking and immediately you sense a heartfelt connect,
Who cares if you just met in the park or in one of the cafΓ©s….

Happiness is when you make unexpected, new friends…

So, no matter when, no matter how…
If you’re lucky to find a true friend, never let them go..
Even if you have a fight and behave like a foe,
It’s never too late. Just pick up the phone, say sorry and start over…. NOW !!


Dedicated to all my friends…old and new…to the ones still in my life…just wanna say ‘I love you’..to the ones I left far behind…I hope we get a chance to start over. 😊

Raindrops…

Raindrops keep falling on my head,
Like little drops of heaven..
No need to run to the nearby shed,
Just get drenched and soak it all in..

When it rains, the plants smile,
The animals rejoice..
The little streams picks up speed to cover an extra mile,
Through the thunders, you can almost hear the Almighty’s voice.

He knows how badly the Earth needs this shower to heal and replenish,
It’s his way of showing who is in control,
Although, HE lets Man think otherwise so that the fool can flourish,
Oblivious to the power play, enjoying the rain, fulfills my soul. πŸ’“πŸŒ§οΈβ˜”

All pics from Free Photo Library

Break Free…

As children we all used to be
So happy and gay,
Innocent, chirpy and all kinds of naughty
Our future troubles seemed to be so far far away…

As we started growing up,
Life got more and more complicated..
As troubles arrived, we had to buckle up,
Innocence gone and simplicity hated…

Life became all about appearance,
Capturing perfect pictures rather than making memories that last…
Likes,comments,shares and all such millenial nuisance,
It was all about being popular and how fast…

Took a while to realize what’s wrong,
Life is about making yourself happy…
Dancing in the rain, singing your favourite song,
To pause, take a long breath and just BE…

So let the world’s opinion of you blur in the background,
Make yourself your first priority…
Those who love you will always stick around,
So take off the worldly shackles and just BREAK FREE…

Pics from Free Photo library

Quarantine Learnings

Year 2020 will go down in history for a lot many things…but most significantly for the pandemic that has brought the entire world to a standstill and crippled us all with fear and anxiety. It has heralded a new way of life, which unfortunately, seems to be here to stay. But everything, good or bad, teaches us something new, something valuable. And this Corona situation is no different.

Firstly, it has added many words to my vocabulary..some new, some old, some seldomly used: to begin with the name of the nightmare itself- THE Corona virus/COVID-19, followed by other words which have come to be a part of our lingo these days, such as epidemic, pandemic (honestly I had never bothered to know the difference between the two words before..big mistake!!), lockdown, isolation, home quarantine, self quarantine, containment, isolation, PPE, co-morbidity, herd immunity, fatality rate, sanitization, community spread, symptomatic, asymptomatic, immunocompromised (which I amπŸ˜”)…and of course the word of the year perhaps… SOCIAL DISTANCING.

In addition to all these, there are several fun, new words doing the rounds on social media such as coronials or quaranteens (babies created during Corona times), quarantrends, quarantees, quarantech, quarantrolls….and my favourite so far…the COVIDIOTS (I often mumble this under my mask when I see ignorant blokes on the roads without masks).

The past six months have also taught me a whole lot of other things. Like I can bear to spend 24/7 for 6 months straight without killing my husband (and vice versa)…inspite of serious temptation on some occasions πŸ˜›πŸ˜›. On a serious note, it has increased my awareness and sense of responsibility. Even if I want, I cannot throw caution to the wind and take off without my mask and sanitizer coz I know it can be dangerous for my old ailing parents staying with me. So in a way it has reaffirmed the importance of loving my family, caring for their well being and being a support system to them. And I have to admit, these circumstances have actually given us the gift of time..to spend it with loved ones.

This lockdown phase has made me firmly believe that each of us are masters at multitasking. From working long hours in front of laptops to cooking, cleaning, spending time with family and also making time for ourselves…if we want, we can really do it all. Infact, I look at it as a blessing because it keeps me busy, my mind occupied and helps to keep up some semblance of normalcy in an otherwise abnormal time and world. And it finally forced me to do something that I always wanted but never quite got to doing… Blogging. And thus here I amπŸ€—.

Tune in to any TV channel or any social media platforms  and one can see the alarming situation in almost every country. People are dying, losing jobs, employment, livelihoods are at a risk. The healthcare systems are beginning to crumble due to the astounding number of patients and casualties. The economy plummeting to all time lows. It’s the same in almost every country. It’s all pretty disturbing and upsetting. And it really makes one wonder about how shallow we are that we worry about miniscule things when there is so much suffering and pain all around. Reminds me of the need to be grateful for what I have rather than crib about what I don’t. This whole pandemic situation has been humbling, to say the least.

If nothing else, quarantined life has definitely taught me the virtues of resilience, patience and hope. Resilience to stay put until this storm passes. To see the end of it(hopefully soon). Patience to endure these difficult times, to stay in the  safety of my home without yielding to the allure of the outside world which beckons to my outdoor-loving heart. With the hope that one day we will conquer this evil and world will be a safe place again. And when that happens, I hope I can step out into the new world as a better version of myself, thanks to all that I learnt during these past few months of quarantined life. Here’s wishing that day comes soon. πŸ™β˜ΊοΈ

In the pursuit of SELF LOVE!!

A few weeks back I was watching Sex And The City…and saw the scene where Samantha breaks up with her hot bf saying this:

I love you but I love me more. ~ Samantha Jones, Sex and the city.

So I have seen this before (yes coz am one of those who keeps watching things again and again) but suddenly this time it hit home. And it really got me thinking…We all love a lot of things or a lot of people….we love our parents, siblings,friends, Boyfriends, girlfriends,we love our homes,plants and on and on….but we often forget to love the most important person in our lives….ourselves.

If something in life doesn’t go as planned, we are always the first to blame ourselves. Why did I do this? What’s wrong with me? Why does this always happen to me? It must have been my fault. You get the thought process right? But when something goes right, we tend to give credit to everyone and everything but ourselves. We say things like ‘oh I just got lucky’ or ‘oh that other person really made it happen’…but we hardly ever say..even to ourselves…yes man you did it. You worked at it and you got it going..well done you. Am I right or wrong? But why is that?

Is it a personal trait or is it a more generalized thing that can be attributed to our society, our parents, childhood and our upbringing in general? What makes it such a common phenomena to easily loathe ourselves but hardly ever appreciate ourselves? Honestly I think it’s an amalgamation of all these things in varying proportions in each of our lives.

Whatever be the cause, the effect is this: we are conditioned to be self critical. Particularly for girls. We are always so critical of our looks, our appearance, our social standing,what our husbands and boyfriends think of us, what our friends think of us…. and these days we have an additional worry of our social media image (as if life wasn’t tough as it is). Always being vigilant to click pictures in angles that work best to hide our physical flaws. Why? What are we so afraid of? Body shaming? Bullying? Criticism? But we already do all that to ourselves anyways πŸ™„ . Then why is it so important what others think of us?

It’s perhaps because we are so conditioned to seeking others’ approval for self worth. And isn’t that the most bizarre thing? That we need to depend on someone else’s opinion of us to make us realize what we are. Who we are. And what’s our worth really. The more I thought about the twisted logic in this…the more I realized what a dumbass idea it really is. And what a big idiot I have been all this while. Well, I guess in that moment, the feisty spirit of Samantha took over me and I was determined to put an end to this. To stop craving any and evryone’s approval and seek my own. To be confident in my own skin and to take the reigns of my
Self worth in my own hands(ok that sounds dramatic πŸ˜›πŸ˜›) but I think you get the idea.

And well the good news is that this feeling,this attitude..it is reversible. It won’t happen overnight. You won’t wake up one fine day and stop seeking validation from others and be all mushy in self love.No. That’s not gonna happen (wish it did, though). It’s going to be hardwork, especially at the beginning, because it isn’t easy to suddenly change your attitude,your outlook and your approach to life that you’ve had for several years, perhaps decades. 
Some pointers that I found to be useful in this new found pursuit of self love that
I found to be particularly useful:

* Stop seeking validation from anyone.
* Be your ONLY and best judge.
* Spend time to asses yourself-your strengths, weaknesses and areas of improvement.
* Appreciate your strengths. Things that make you unique and loveable. And hold on to it no matter what.
* Identify weaknesses. Don’t be too harsh but am sure everyone has some flaws, some shortcomings. Identify them before giving a chance for someone else to point them out to you.
* make a list of areas of improvement. Some skills you might wanna learn or brush up or inculcate.
* be kind to yourself.
* Prepare a mantra that you can keep repeating to yourself to keep up the morale to keep going.
* And the most difficult but absolutely essential thing…learn to love yourself. JUST THE WAY YOU ARE (remember Bridget jones’ diaryπŸ˜›πŸ˜œ)

So next time you feel the blues and feel like you’re swimming in a sea of self pity and worthlessness… remember this ‘You can’t pour from an empty cup…take care of yourself first’.

Coz the ultimate truth is this….We are all one of a kind. Unique, Fabulous and Effing Awesome. ❀️❀️


The half hearted smile…πŸ™‚πŸ™‚

I often wonder…am I just surviving from one day to the next?

I had a very happy childhood and always believed in 1 thing…one can get through anything with a smile. A smile can get you through anything…the heartbreaks, the pain, the loneliness.

But over the years, the way life turned out for me. It just seemed to get harder and harder to keep the belief in my one life mantra. To smile. Yet smile I do. Hoping that the others around me don’t get to know the the sadness, the fear,the constant ache in my heart. Hoping that it can fool me too in believing that I am happy. That all is well indeed. But I often wonder .. this fake, half hearted smile…does it fool the others around me? My family..my friends..my colleagues? And most importantly does it fool me?