Wonder who figured out soothing Oriental music is the perfect accompaniment to getting a massage

Don’t spas have the most sensual photographs and paintings?! The world just seems to be such an oasis of calm when I’m at the spa. Been battling with common sense and a sense of prudence to justify the price of renewing my membership.

A freak summer storm in the afternoon has ripped my bedroom window clean off its hinges today. It’s got to be one of the most bizarre things I’ve had to deal with in a while. And that includes being stranded on the balcony when the door swung shut, to devising methods to get a bat out of my apartment as it just flew around the living room non stop making horrible noises. Ugghhhh.

In happier news, my fridge has been stacked with a ton of Frooti. Such a summer thing to do. And as it happens every year, ads for Rasna, Roofza, Nycil and that soap ad that for some reason is always shot somewhere engulfed by snow are filling the gaps between regular programming on television. Signs anyone in India would recognise as being synonymous with the arrival of summer.

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Apparently to be old and wise, you must first be young and stupid. So it’s decided. I’m going to be young and stupid for as long as possible.

I really hope I could be stretched out under a tree wearing that ridiculously content grin plastered on Hobbes’s face.

After three trysts with this subject, I can confidently state that the X files can never really be revisited without a substantial amount of heartburn. But on the flip side, listening to the girls turn into action heroine’s starring in their own movie is reason enough to feel lighthearted. A movie that somehow has screenplay that allows burn dialogues, dire karmic forecasts using A-list Hollywood celebs fate as reference, brain damage and manholes, and action sequences that involve broken vases and toilet papering a car.

In a true blast from the past kinda moment, I remembered the long forgotten tales of one Saahasa Cma. The kind of tales that don’t make it to books like Aesop’s fables.

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Does anybody truly possess the objectivity required in order to see themselves clearly?

I really do believe that the mental image we have of ourselves and the constant assumption that leads us to take a stand behind blanket statements like “I’m not that kinda person” is the single largest reason why people fail to acclimatise when life brings the realities of the world to their doorsteps. I think as life reveals more of itself as time passes, we all need to learn to bend rules that we made for our younger, more idealistic selves. And some rules must simply be broken and moved past.

I’m somehow reminded of an old proverb, “TENSION IS WHO YOU THINK YOU SHOULD BE. RELAXATION IS WHO YOU ARE.”

Probably the very definition of a mini heartbreak. The phone fell out of a moving vehicle and the display had to be replaced. Amidst a storm of a week, this was definitely something I didn’t need. 🤦🏻‍♀️

I worry about growing up and becoming a person with a life like this

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A person with a life of extreme abundance but no time (or inclination) to experience life in all its reality.

 

 

 

 

A few days spent in a lot of pain because of my ear last week has resulted in quite a few of my colleagues spoiling me rotten over the past few days.

This is a snapshot of the yummy things left at my desk over the past few days. It’s left me feeling a bit overwhelmed.