Paying it forward

One of the best lessons I’ve had the privilege of learning has been “Paying it forward”. I remember Pinks who was my manager a decade earlier mentioning this often along with another corner stone I conduct my life with. That the best thing you can do with either knowledge or acts of kindness is pay it forward and light another’s life.

A message and a picture on Whatsapp out of the blue today brought back memories of the time I moved into my first apartment by myself 8 years earlier and so many peoples kindness filling up the empty basic apartment space I had rented. About 4 years earlier, I had given away a bed frame to a young associate who was new to the city and was literally setting up everything from scratch. I got a message from this sweet girl this morning that she’s moving cities and has decided to give away the bed to someone who in need of one.

It’s such a small thing but I feel like someone has turned a lightbulb on inside my heart. Plus I’m absolutely amazed about how much she seems to have loved it while she had it.

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A weekend celebrating the best gift my parents ever gave me

The brat.

Its our day and Scooby seems to be in love with every single piece of his Raksha Bandhan hamper.

[Side note: wonder when he’ll ever need to protect me? Especially since, I’ve been the bully protecting him from almost the minute he could walk. (Raksha literally means protection for anyone seeking context). And while I’m on the topic, apparently the sister is supposed to get the gifts on this day and somehow for the 30th time I seem to be the one giving the gift]. Makes me think Scooby should be the one tying a rakhi on my wrist.

A lot has changed over the past year, the biggest change being his wedding and all that comes with such a major life event. But Scooby&I have come to realise that we are a unit unto ourselves. The kinds that can share a look across a crowded room and understand exactly what is passing through the others’ mind. And that’s as happy a thought a sister can have when she ties a rakhi on her brothers wrist.

Mom is so incredibly happy to have all of us under her roof that she has gone and surpassed herself with all that delicious cooking. Spent half of last night watching movies with Scooby (we agree that the new Jumanji while being a good one time watch will never match the brilliance of the original), discussing celebrity fashion with the sil and ganging up with the sibling and teasing her about sleep talking.

In other unrelated news, I’m heartbroken about TBBT ending. After Friends, SATC, ELR ended, it took me a while to fall in love with a sitcom and Big Bang Theory was puuuurrffeeecccttt. Hope something as good comes along to provide another decades worth of belly laughs.

But first SEASON 12.

Rpit is getting married and weirdly enough I’m being showered with gifts.

It’s strange how easily sleep comes to me when I’m back at my childhood home

 

I went to bed early last night and slept for 11 hours straight only to be woken up by a quizzical expressioned and a tad bit worried mother.

In a true anti climax turn of events, (much like my tattoo story) – mom liked my hair! Which is a shocking turn of events considering she told me not to come home unless I reversed it. I believe at one point the word nice may have also been used by the mother. 😉. I guess it’s largely because of the efforts of one of my cousins DC and my sil. Apparently they’ve been showing mom way too pictures that involve fashionable hair. Jayums this morning came into my room to collect laundry and called it “navilu gari”.

In other news, Sacred Games has been binge watched and I’m all sorts of transfixed. It’s dark and riveting and definitely addictive.

On a completely different note, does one really ever get over an old love?

Moms attempts at political correctness usually end up with the most hilarious results

As we watched the Royal Wedding yesterday, mom bluntly declared “Meghan is nothing in comparison to Catherine”. When she turned around and met Scooby-Dad&my collective expressions she immediately modified the statement to “I meant she’s nice. But the elder daughter-in-law is so lovely and her wedding dress was much more beautiful.” And then hastily proceeded to add, “But the boys mother was the most beautiful lady on her wedding day”, as if that ended the whole debate (I happen to agree with her btw, but am definitely not saying it out loud). I suspect my family is such a bunch of monarchists because of moms obsession with Princess Diana. In the spirit of honesty, I might as well admit that I’ve just furthered that insanity with a strong obsession with everything Jane Austen and have now compounded it by falling completely in love with “Downton Abbey”.

As we watched the wedding, I noticed mums new flower arrangement in the living room. It’s very different from what we’re generally used to in this house and looks very summer. Had fun reminiscing about Will&Kate’s wedding with P. I’d forgotten that I actually took a sick day from work to catch that wedding 😏.

The sibling and sil are off on vacation this week till the end of the month and I’m drooling at pictures of the places they’re visiting. In the meantime, Thankie has returned from Singapore bearing gifts and the most hilarious family pictures and Sylph is bringing in her birthday in beautiful Wales. Snowdonia looks magical and I can’t even seem to be able to pronounce Llandudno.

I’m feeling the need to run away. And my kith and kin are completely to blame.

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 that evening I spent devising methods to get a bat out of my apartment as it just flew around in circles 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 ad for soap showing a frat crowd partying, that for some unexplained reason is always shot some place engulfed in snow are filling the gaps between regular programming on television. Signs anyone in India would recognise as being synonymous with the arrival of summer.

Happier choices

How much thought do you put into buying a keychain? For the extent of its work life, it serves as an important tool helping us get into doors, cabinets and even safe boxes. But since it exists to perform a function do we put enough thought into something that reflects us? Or do we just use it as a tool of functionality?

I need to take a picture of my assorted collection of keychains. And they can only be described collectively in one word – FUN!!!

Walked into Archie’s after the longest time and felt like I had fallen into a time capsule. Those soft toys, cards categorised by occasion and relationships, mugs embossed with encouragement, planners, stamp and coin albums. So many things I had spent so much time drooling at in my teenage years.

In other news, got to visit this amazing co-working space today. Just the energy in the space was so inspiring. It’s now led to dreams that involve being an entrepreneur interacting with other people in such a space who are also trying to get their companies off the ground.

Aren’t most conversations interesting if you are in a good mood?

A friends poignant question about strangers and long term memories associated with run ins with strangers, has opened up a flood gate of memories that involve benches, coffee shops, euro-rails, lakes, hills, elevators, bathrooms in clubs and even trial rooms. Who initiated these conversations, I’m not sure. But I’m sure there was a polite silence before engaging in general small talk that led to the big talk with people I hadn’t met before. I’ve traded stories for hours with a few of them and at times bravely confided facts that I hadn’t told a soul before.

A few of those strangers with whom I’ve kept in touch remember to send me the most lovely winter wonderland pictures from around the world.

From the Carolina’s to Europe actually 🙂