I am missing the advent of winter in Delhi. I remember the hours spent curled up under my quilt with a book, feeling the warmth from the blower and watching episode after episode of Sex and the City and reading in shifts. I remember last winter rather vividly, the sudden welcome nip in the air in November and my stay in Dhaula Kuan, then December when the cold started spreading its icy fingers reaching into all those nooks and corners. I went for a holiday to Yercaud not before getting happily drunk on Christmas Eve with J. I remember lazing around on my aunt’s terrace in Chennai with Tinni. (They are leaving that house this month and how I’ll miss it cos I won’t have a place to stay in Chennai hereafter. ) I remember ushering in the New Year in Taj Coromaldel since we couldn’t find a better place to go and funny new year that was because ours began with a bang literally when I stepped on a chocolate bomb while talking on the phone on the morning of 1st January, 2012. That must have been sign enough.


So much happened this year and so much did not. Sigh! I was in Delhi 2 weeks back after 7 months and it didn’t feel like I ever left it. I wined and dined with M and chatted for hours and I realised how much I miss having her around my life on a regular basis. I hung out with Shivi too cos strangely she was in town around the same time. We walked around Khan Market reminiscing old days and hell we’ve had so much of history attached with this city. Then I tell myself well I have T now here in Cal and we make do with each other rather fabulously most times.

Next December where shall I be? If all goes as planned it’ll be a summery Christmas for me. Not before I take a leap of faith of course and this time it would actually mean exactly that. To say I am being unusally optimistic about this would be an understatement. Haha!


I am just gonna wait and watch to see how this unfolds.

 

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

Mark Twain

"They say that there are three kinds of people in the world. There are people who never learn one way or another anything; there are people who learn from their own mistakes, eventually and with great pain; and then there are the really wise people who learn from other people’s mistakes and spare themselves the suffering. And I’m in that middle category. I’m an empiricist. A lot of stuff I have to fail at spectacularly, in person, in order to understand it."

Elizabeth Gilbert

The story of my life

The skeletons in your closet will come to bite you on your arse just when they need to be buried deeper inside. You’ll have to pay a price for every reckless act in the past.

Passion is not something you follow

"Every time our work becomes hard, we are pushed toward an existential crisis, centered on what for many is an obnoxiously unanswerable question: “Is this what I’m really meant to be doing?” This constant doubt generates anxiety and chronic job-hopping...........................

Passion is not something you follow. It’s something that will follow you as you put in the hard work to become valuable to the world."

Cal Newport

From So Good That They Can't Ignore You

Zumba you make me feel inadequate. :D

As if making an utter fool of myself in the first class wasn’t enough now I think I”ll have to practice those steps in advance at home so as to ensure I don’t look like a duck out of water. I am talking about zumba here and how my hands and legs do not coordinate with the music nor can I seem to follow the instructor or the girl doing it right in front of me. I felt so silly and I haven’t felt this foolish since November 2008 so you can imagine how bad this must be. Sigh! I felt graceless and refused to look at my image in the mirror. I never prided myself as being a dancer but I wasn’t ungraceful until last evening. At least I think I wasn’t.

Why did I think this was only gonna be an advanced form of aerobics? This zumba class I attend is actually only jhintaak Bollywood dance. These guys were dancing on "Mashallah" and "Tumhi Ho Bandhu" and the steps were right out of the actualy movie videos! One moment I was trying my bestest to follow the instructor's footwork and next moment I had this annoying sense of deja vu as I tried to move my waist and I thought "Wait a sec this is exactly what Katrina does in this song." Need I say anymore. In my defence I'll state that I love hindi music so I am guessing I'll pick up the steps eventually.