I DID IT!!

Yes yes I did it! I completed one whole month of blogging daily, successfully. Without. Missing. A. Day. Yayyyyy!

*Punches fist in the air*

Ok ok.. I may have written mostly rubbish, just whatever came to my mind. But write I did, without fail. And that’s a huge achievement considering the number of times I have attempted similar daily blogging challenges in the past 7 years of my blogging life, only to give up midway. This time though, I didn’t have the heart to give up. There were times when I did, almost. There were times when I didn’t have anything much to say and yet managed to say something in the nick of time!

Has it been easy? Well, not really. I have struggled to cook up new things to say everyday! But it hasn’t been as difficult as I had thought it would be either. Probably because I started out without expecting much. I hadn’t expected to stick around till the end, for one. Secondly, I didn’t expect anyone would come around to read me because I wasn’t around much to stay on in the readers’ minds. So there was no scope of getting disappointed and demoralized about not having any readers come over to read what I shared. There wasn’t any external pressure of blog hopping or readership to bog me down. This time I purely wrote to let my thoughts that had got clogged over the months, flow free, without worrying much about anything else.

And in the process I earned some returning readers and some new readers, who all kept me going. So a BIG thank you going out to all of you for coming over and leaving your comments. You all have no idea how motivating your words have been 🙂

I posed this challenge to myself hoping to learn a thing or two while going about living it up. One of the things that I learned was to believe in myself. Also stay true to myself, which I have tried to be. But the biggest learning to come out it has been, to never quit. And quit I did not, I’m glad!

Tomorrow a new month begins. The last of this year. But the best, if you ask me, in terms of the spirit and hope that it brings along for the next year.

So till I see you all again, eat, drink, and be merry! Here’s to a wonderful month up ahead!

Cheers 🙂

So Where is Home for Me?

The cliched answer would be..home is where my heart is.

And I have my heart very much safe and alive in Delhi. So to me Delhi is home. India, to say it in a larger scheme of the term. Despite her misgivings. Despite her shortcomings. Despite the fact that I left my country about 13 years ago along with my husband in pursuit of a better life. Despite all that that is home for me because I was born and raised there, earned and learned a major chunk of who I am from there, and more importantly I am a citizen of my country.

Because.. all said and done, no matter how much I may have gained from here in the Middle East, how so ever much this region may have done and may be doing to make us feel accepted, it will never accept me as its own, as its citizen. That status, that honour, that privilege I will always from the country I was born in, and belong to.  And that makes a lot of difference in the way I perceive the definition of home. Which is why there’s still the hope and resolve to go back to her for good again one day.

Now in the last decade plus that I have been away, we have moved places many times, each time making the city we moved to, our own little home away from home. Its not as if we have ever felt unwelcome in any of the places the we have lived, we have perfectly been able to warm up to them and vice versa. Yet, there has been a conscious effort to keep the flame of our intention to go back, burning . We have never had a long term plan to live in this region ever. In fact when we left Delhi in 2002, to come to the Middle East, we had told ourselves that we will go back in 2 years. Its a different thing that its been 13 years here! Yet the region is a wee bit away from being a home in the truest sense. Its probably because the lever of the 25 years of my life in India is still heavier than the 13 years that I have been here. So the sense of belonging is still more towards my home country than the adapted one.

I do not know what life has in store for me and my family. Where we will be in the next 5 years, so to speak. I am not sure whether my views or my definition of home will undergo a change ever. What I do know is that I am immensely grateful for the way life has shaped up so far. And I hope I continue to be, wherever my family and I are.

The Saturday with a Silly Heading

Rather such-a-stupid heading!

I seriously need to take a crash course on how to give good headings to my post :roll:. Many a time I have had to chuck my thoughts in the trash because I have been rather unskillful of packaging them with a good heading. Like now.

I had so many things running through my mind today to share it here, but by the time I got here to jot them down, I went blank, because I didnt have a suitable heading in mind to start it off with. I can be weird that way. I cannot write a post until I have a title ready. It IS weird, isnt it? Now if you know what you want to write, if you have a fair idea about the content your post is to have, it shouldn’t be difficult to transfer all those words in your mind on to your page, right, unless you are attacked by a ghastly writer’s block. Isn’t it stupid to just wait for a good heading to hit you right in the head to get you started onto something which you already know the beginning of? Confused, eh? Well, don’t be. All I’m saying is that I act stupid sometimes 😛

I do believe that a good heading is the essence of an article or blogpost in my case. But I feel crippled at times when I get adamant on thinking of a title first before starting to write.

How’s it with you all? Do you get the title in place first or just start writing right away and then let the title take shape as the post progresses?

Can I get extra two minutes of sleep, please..pwetty please?

The one thing that I absolutely dislike about mornings is waking up early. I  am just not a morning person. I have always been a night owl. I can stay awake till the wee hours. But can never willingly wake up early

Yes I love sunrises, early morning blooms, even enjoy listening to birds chirping and chattering. I love love love my morning tea.

But. But. But.

I do not love the one process that leads up to the things that I love. Yes, the process of waking up :/

I have an alarm pre-set to go off every morning at 5. And every morning, off it goes making me cringe and moan and press my face deep into my pillow. Then I just mumble in mind that 15 minutes of extra snooze wouldn’t harm me or disrupt my schedule, and I toss myself back down in bed. 15 minutes later, much as I wish to give myself some more extra minutes of sleep, the impending morning rush that awaits me makes me push the wish in the back burner.

Even while I was a kid, I used to hate getting up in the morning. Especially in the winters. Delhi winters to be more precise. Where I used to get one of the best sleeps in the world under my razai all snuggled up! I remember how I would get furious, with an inexplicable amount of jealousy mixed into it as masala,  with Achan, whenever I had to wake up super early for school while he enjoyed the luxury of waking up a little later than me!

Anyway, its this love for sleep that makes me dislike waking Namnam up early too. When I see her in blissful calm and serenity, I find so really hard to break the slumber. There are times when I find her is deep in sleep, tired and exhausted too, thats when I ask her if she would like to have a few more minutes nap. The joyous smile that she gives in her sleep, at having earned that extra time is just hard to miss.

The weekend is here, which means 2 days of no early waking! And I’m going to make the most of it. So off I go Zzzzzzzzzz!

Goodnight!