It wasn’t Logic, It was Love…..!!!

The heart rate was at the fastest pace, anxiety had cornered her from all corners, darkness was all she could see while she was curved up like a ball, hoping it had not occurred, hoping it could be reversed. She knew, she was not calculating it while she was there standing next to him fulfilling every promise she ever made. He was! At every step, at every angle. He was trying to fit her in a way he thought was necessary and practical. She analysed how conveniently calculative he was in this relationship the whole time in terms of trying to put her together in one picture of his family,  friends, career,  social life, and his personal self.

He knew what he wanted, he had taken his decision. He was scared to talk it out. He was scared as he won’t be able to deal with the situation by himself. Neither he had the courage to take a stand nor to walk away when she wanted him to leave. Rather he thought it was right to create his nest in some corner, build it up and once ready, he would fly away. He did not realise what he ended up doing to her or even he did, he did not want to face it. It was all about his comfort zone.

When she finally finished calculating (which she wish she could have done a bit earlier) it wasn't difficult for her to understand that this was bound to happen. She couldn't take a concrete step before because she was just blind fondly in love with him and believe her she was totally proud of it without any remorse or regrets.

He said he loved her but he couldn't care enough. He said he loved her but he couldn't take a stand. He said he loved her but he could not keep her…. Just because he was looking for logic whereas for her it wasn't about logic, it was about love. 

Tragic Incident

A winter morning, usual work route, a beautiful 32 yr old gal, a case of drug psychosis and a tragic death. Botanical Garden murder incident has left so many of us in Melbourne in complete shock. A shocker for her colleagues who may not be able to forget it any time sooner. Hearty condolences to the gal's family and friends who are going through the devastating time. It is a painful, horrifying and a scary thought but enough to learn how vigilant we all need to be, specially gals being a target of vulnerability. 

Botanical garden, the lush green landmark for joggers can never be seen with the same eyes.

Hey You, Am I Too Old...???

Can I touch the sensitive nerve of you women out there who do not wish to talk about something they are always so wary of? I know lot of you ladies who wish to be so secretive about how many years you have been on this planet. When it comes to tell your age in a gathering; we go, 'so what’s your guess'.  On the contrary, we see our mothers and aunts singing about our age (out of worry) all the time. Imagine a scene, our mothers and aunts being loud in front of the visitors about how old we have become and you trying to make them quiet…shhhh ssshhhh. How hilarious it can be!

My point is why can’t we just say it out?  Why can’t we feel comfortable in our own skin when need to speak out about this ‘Age Phenomenon’? What is so scary about it? I have been often told, we should not ask someone their age, specifically women and I always wonder why? How does that really matter if you are 20, 32 or 50? Will it snatch away your most possessive thing or it will save you a million bucks? Will it take away that date you always wanted to go or it stops you from mingling in the category of those in 20’s.

Whichever way it is, it will not stop adding up. It is not that you jumped the queue from 25 to 33 out of the box and you could never experience what 26th was all about and so it’s a shame. Why to play the game of hiding number? No, seriously!   

The idea that I am trying to sell here is we should work harder towards maintaining our health and beauty (in a wise way) rather than hiding the age factor for being scared of how old we may be looking. Not only that, it is all about our psyche and inner happiness of what age we portray ourselves as. A happy soul will not really bother what decade she is living in and she will not count how many years have passed by. Reason is simple, she is in happy space, she loves it and she is proud of having reached there. That attitude can come in many ways including education, health and beauty. If you are keeping up with feeling confident in a certain way there is no reason for you to look at numbers. Looking at today’s trend, women have become more educative of how they can keep fit and eat healthy but still there is a lot of scope I can see.

I am being very honest when I say, I feel my age and very happy about it. In fact, 30’s are just great as you get into the phase of knowing your life better. You know your choices, disliking, ambitions and so much more about yourself. It is EXCITING! I am sure, 40’s or 50’s will bring their own charm. Every decade we will lose some and gain some.  Irrespective, I have understood the fact that the best way to look good is to eat healthy and stay fit by doing workout as a part of your lifestyle. More than that, it is equally important to feel good from within. If you feel at peace at inner end, it will reflect in your personality. We cannot expect the rosy path all the way but every bit of it will make us wiser, stronger and richer.

So step out, be confident of what number you are,  say it Spot on and show your confidence Bang on! People will love you for what you are and not what number are you at...!!

Persistency and Consistency – 2 Sides of the Same Coin

Is it is just me or all of us go through a hard time making persistence and consistency a habit for the lifetime?

I was sitting at my desk looking at my blog and thinking if I should get myself on some other blog space. Then, it occurred to me, do I really write that often that I need to be somewhere else for more readership? I have been in blogging space for years (it wasn't popular that point in time when I registered) but never been a regular one. There are months when it doesn't even exist for me. One of the reasons was quite straight, as I never thought of writing for readership (until now), so I never bothered. It was just another ventilation source. On the contrary, now that I see other regular bloggers (writing about anything and everything), another angle came into perspective which is about habit. Another quick example, I always saw my dad being so disciplined about healthy food and workout. I loved it but to adopt it never became an idea. I dragged, yawned and had put it all aside to stay longer in my comfort zone. Did I just say ‘comfort zone’? Oh yes, that’s the culprit, all the way, that makes me not to get on to something I wish to. I wish to but not strong enough.  

Our Angel with a Million Dollar Smile

My sweetheart Kajal, don’t you think this last Dec 2013 trip has changed our equation all together and we are no more in a mere sis-in-law relationship. It is now defined by mutual trust, understanding, friendship and confidante. You do not know how beautiful your smile is and what importance it has in our lives. When I see you by yourself, I see a young woman with dreams and aspirations. When I see you with Arvind, I see a strong woman creating her new world with hopes and when I look at you with Arhaan I see a smart educated mother who wants to make the best world for her son. Looking at you smiling makes us believe you are the only one!!!

Love builds bridges where there are none, Having said that, I believe in you
You are a star that shines bright, Thank You for all you do
What touches me most about you,
That you seem always fresh, lively, charming and new,
You got the qualities, only can be seen in a few,
You are so pretty and fair like a dew.

Hope to see you always as our laughing little girl during the good times, a strong woman during the tough times and a loving mother all through your life.

Happy Birthday our Beautiful Angel and hope you know, we cannot imagine our home without this million dollar smile. With Love…All of us…!!!

Jewish Purim Festival Celebration in Bolly Style....

Jewish festival...???? Bollywood Theme...??? Yes, you are thinking right!
We were here to make Jewish community dance to our Bollywood Tunes....Isn't that great..!!!

Oh my goodness...what a great evening we had. It was simply amazing to be a part of it. We were being treated like celebrities and had received enormous appreciation and love from everyone who attended the event.

The story went like this. One of my client had organised an event with Bollywood theme but bollywood group who ere supposed to do the dance workshop cancelled it at the very last moment. When my client came to know about my recent bollywood performance, he requested if I could do it for him. 
I could not say No and it happened. I am glad I didn't as it turned out to be the very best experience. Everyone was very enthusiastic and participated with full zeal. In the end we exchanged our contact details for more workshops in future. 

'Bad Girl Week' turned out to be 'One Girl Revolution'

One step forward two steps back...or Two steps forward one step back...I don't know what exactly it was but I surely felt like a Frog in a Well.

The feeling of being sick, but you are not really sick. You are just sad, upset, unhappy. You just feel like lying in bed all day. 

That’s what I went through a couple of weeks back. A complete ‘Bad Girl’ week where I had literally given up and so everything went upside down. A close friend died unexpectedly which had put me in a complete mute mode. This just added to my fears.  The bad week started with Monday and actually ended with Friday missing work for the whole week. I just could not believe myself. Was that me? How could I take work for granted? There are people not getting jobs for months and here I was wasting days just lying on bed at home. Every morning I had to text my manager saying my head is not straight enough to be at work. No energy was inside me. A complete blackout and darkness was prevailing all around where I could not see any light in the tunnel I was wandering through. My  days went on getting up only at noon, making myself a cup of tea and breakfast/lunch and then back to closed doors. If my dad had known this he could have kept me at the gunpoint. But I could not make him aware of my state of mind because I could not appear in front of him as a loser or should I say I was afraid of him.

Well, the thought that was disturbing me was - What the hell I was going to do with my life other than getting married and having a family? Was I happy in real sense? Is this what I wished to do in the long run? Was I contented with my life now? The biggest was how to make my dad feel proud of me???