4 Years

On the 16th May this blog turned 4 years. This is my ‘place’ and it’s been good so far – hopefully it will continue to be so for the foreseeable future.

Thank You for reading  

Mojo

When I was younger – in school, after school and living with parents, I always wanted to participate in plays and do a bit of drama. I was super active in school – writing, directing (and winning!) plays, holding office in the School’s English Union, planning days etc etc. Shakespeare was one of the most looked forward to events on the school calendar and the months of practice, year after year – though grueling was done with much gusto and commitment.

 

Strangely, now married and independent with a husband who will be my biggest supporter, I find myself on a ‘Can’t do’ platform!! I used to think into the nights after many heated arguments with my parents about doing drama and the late hours it demanded (my parents did not approve of my late night comings and goings as it was without the drama pracs.!) I used to tell myself that someday, when I was in a house of my own, with no one to answer to – that I would go out and do this thing for myself. Now, I am in that house of our own, with no one to stop me – and I.just.can’t.make.myself.go. I still get goose bumps walking down the corridors of the Wendt and BMICH – nostalgia from back then. Yet, whenever I see auditions being called for plays about to take the boards, I ALWAYS find an excuse to not go! I need to get my mojo back.

Achievement

I told myself I’d get here in 5 years. It took me 1 month longer but I’m here now, and there’s no turning back.

This was a half decade of being thrown to the lions, of having my self-confidence crushed and of doing something that certain people thought I couldn’t do. Today, that person shook my hand and I looked him in the eye and said ‘Thank You’. HE made me want to prove his perception wrong – and I did. Less than a year later.

This is a year of achievement.

Bed Love

Nothing screams love like the sleepy hand that finds yours in the dead of night. Makes my heart skip a beat. Everytime.

So this is Yuletide

Christmas has come along quietly this year and 2012 has near ended on us stealthily. Reminiscing, my 2012 was a mixed year. It was a brand new year for C and me as newlyweds, so many plans and things we wanted to do and do we did to a great extent. It was also a year that taught me that nothing in life will always go as planned. You may plan that getaway to Bangkok and cross off the dates in your head till the big day finally arrives but you might also wake up early one saturday morning and find out something you hadn’t anticipated..which will leave you reeling in shock and mixed emotions. 2012 also took with it my grandfather,albeit at a ripe old age of 89 and I’d like to believe that he is at peace. This year has been generous in terms of peace of mind at work and a career that is looking up and the gift of doing something I love in a company that I have come to love and for which I now carry within me a fierce sense of loyalty.

Along with it’s bounty, the bygone year has also re-kindled my sense of independance and resilience with C’s work taking him away from the country frequently. This year has given us both one year of marital bliss – filled with a deeper respect for each other, of mutual compromise which has become second nature, of a steady rhythm to life – the hackneyed ‘gentle bliss’ if you may. This year has left me – content.

Wishing you a blessed season.

Brain Wave

I have devised the minutest of plans to give great great joy. A make shift coffee station in my bedside cupboard. A jug kettle, a ziplock bag filled with 3-1 coffee sachets & our usual stash of green tea, some ginger tea bags, sugar and 2 spare mugs and there is heaven in my bedroom! Ideal for when C & I get bitten by the cuppa bug in the middle of a late night movie and we’re both way too lazy to make the trip downstairs to the kitchen. Brainwaves like this should come around more often!

Middle Pillow

C’s work has since of late been making him travel alot. Most often for weeks at a time. Getting used to it has been tough and at times down right miserable. His nasty streak rears its head when he bugs me incessantly about the things I do to wile away the time (most of it entailing the Gym, Grey’s Anatomy and the Monica syndrome). At night I’ve gotten used to placing a bolster pillow on my side just coz the bed is too big and it feels oddly reassuring. C thought that was hilarious and more bugging ensued. This time when he took off, I was already away at a residential training out of Colombo and the thought of coming home to an empty house was depressing. When I eventually did get home that evening I noticed that our bed was not made up the usual way. Pulling away the covers, there right next to my pillow was the bolster pillow. Placed just the way I like.