My Life, A Cocktail

There is no shame in being a mother. All mothers out there probably know what I am talking about. From the day our little babies are born, albeit the cord is cut, it persists. And it has changed us, thoroughly and completely. We will yell out without a care in the world to show off our pride for every single of his or her achievement. We will cry bucket load of tears like no one’s watching when they leave for a field trip for a few days. We will get ourselves in the most embarrassing of situations for their sake. For some of us, it comes naturally. For some of us, we learn with time and perhaps a bit of practice. Regardless, we all get there. So for all you mothers out there, be yourself. Trust your instincts. Who cares what anyone thinks anyways, as long as our little babies are safe and happy.

I have been busy. Between my daughter and work, there’s really not much time left in the day or week or month. The work week has been simply draining. Weekends have been passing by at the blink of an eye. So this time around, Diwali came and it did not make much of an impact. I knew in my head it was the most important festival of the year, and yet there wasn’t anything special that I had planned to do, outside of reciprocating to the numerous wishes from family and friends. Something inside tugged at me. This did not feel right. Although we had a family party planned for the weekend, the fact that the Diwali day would just pass mundanely was unacceptable. I decided to check out a few food blogs to get inspired. It was going to be hard I knew, there wasn’t much in my pantry and I wasn’t going shopping, we had cut down our sugar intake to bare minimum over recent times and of course, I was pressed for time. How could I possibly find something yummy to whip up that was actually

The life that I live I realize May be the dream life  For very many. With that thought, I start my day.

We couldn’t care less for the finals of the World Cup between Australia and New Zealand. I had kept close tabs on the games until the point that India walked out (with their heads held high) after being defeated against Australia. The state of things after that dramatically changed for me however. In a vacant moment today, I suddenly remembered the fact that the finals should have been long over, and I had no idea who had won. A quick Google revealed the expected truth, Australia were the crowned champions. I have always believed that the best team should always win. But I never promised to stay interested J

My cover is probably weak and flailing. Torn at places, faded in others. But the wealth of knowledge and experiences inside of me are priceless. Do you have the courage and character in you to see past my cover and peep inside? Perhaps brush off the dust from my pages a bit and read and ponder over what I have to say?

In this world of the self centered, appreciation is hard to come by. But when it does, how does one take it? There is an evident joy when someone takes notice of the good side of you, no matter where it is coming from, how much he/she really knows you and how much you value the person’s perspective. Some are able to contain the happiness, some others show it off. I tend to brush it off and move on. The devil in me is always pointing out all the flaws I was born with, not get too high and trips me back to the ground. I guess I need to learn to celebrate myself a bit more, perhaps that’s yet another flaw. For now, the mantra is just that. Brush it off and move on.