Tag Archives: Small Joys

182: Ma’s Touch

2 Jul

After what was an almost full day of work on a Saturday, I came back home to a freshly made and piping hot lunch courtesy ma. The table was laid with the spread adoring it lovingly. Dal, chawal, sabzi, raita, salad, rotis, pickle, chutney… it’s the biggest treat to have these burdens taken off your shoulders for even one day. I can’t be more thankful, really.

After a much needed siesta post lunch, we were off to my aunt’s for a Saturday night in, complete with good food, laughs, and company as always. Who says familying isn’t partying?

Tomorrow’s a brand new day and session, a final rude reminder that my holidays are over for a long time to come. But I prefer wallowing in the madness and beauty that was yesterday. :)

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131: Glorifying Busyness

11 May

has been one of those ideas my mind has toyed with for a long time now…you know, the kind of busyness that seldom allows room for anything else to show face even? that kind of preoccupation where there’s no scope for anything else. It was something I’d wished desperately for especially last year when I needed an anchor for myself and the straying frays of my mind. I have that today, thankfully. Except I’m left with time to really.do.nothing.else. when I’m in the throes of this busyness I so wanted. Not even the time to breathe, forget sit or drink water or even grab a bite.

Which sucks to be honest. There’s nothing more uncool than this feeling of running against time no matter how smartly you’ve tried to schedule your work.

I’ve been on this self-preservation drive for a while now. Nothing can or should or will come before those things in my life which need to take precedence over everything else – my health; my mental, emotional, and physical stability; my time; my relationships; my peace. It’s coming at a cost unfortunately; sometimes in the form of either staying back to tide my plate over or just losing some chunk of work or money, or both. It’s always about weighing those options against what you can and are willing to compromise and compensate with. Each of us have our own circumstances, our own journeys, our own experiences to help us draw these boundaries the way we do.

Back then I remember wanting this because the combined force of leaving home, adjusting to a new life and a new place, apart from the various hoard of responsibilities that came rushing my way, made me want to seek cover, an escape, something to find refuge in. Work has helped me find that solace. And now that I have it, it’s a balancing act of propelling this busyness with glorifying the simpler and more important things in life as well – in groundedness, in stillness, in quietude, in being able to clear my mind when I want to, in being able to live in the moment, in finding my zen and thriving in it, and allowing absolutely nobody else to encroach into my zone of zen.

It’s my own creation, my own discovery, my own salvation to attain in this glorification of busyness that’s gotten us all spinning past scooting days on a calendar, completely unaware of time, space, or even ourselves.

This is an effort, and one I’m working hard at. Or that’s what I’ve promised myself and the dark circles I’ve brought upon myself, among other things.

*clinks her glass full of iced tang at the one you’re sharing with her*

Here’s some music therapy along with some iced tang therapy for dark-circled men and women who need a minute to be still.

 

 

Peace and namaste to you.

103: Keeping Me Going

13 Apr

If I don’t already sound like I’m drowning in a pile of my own self-created and self-induced stress, then let me tell you that the only thing which got me through this week was that today was my actual Friday. I couldn’t have cared about anything else – not the storm that’s about to unfold next week, not the mountain of work that’s magically expanding in size, and not even the fact that I’ve to sit with books every single day. It’s a fantastic ostrich syndrome I’m undergoing, and I tell you, the view from here is killer – it’s dark, cooling, and most importantly, it’s quiet, and there’s no one around in this pile of dirt I’ve stuck my head into.

This long weekend is my manna to heaven and I’m going to make it exactly that. Everything else can and will have to wait.

97: Finally Friday

7 Apr

It’s been a l-o-n-g time since Friday felt like a Friday. Where I could sink into the comforts of some caffeine after the 4pm mark, just for satisfaction. Where I could take an afternoon nap and then indulge in said caffeine, for added effect. Where Saturday wasn’t working and that means waking up at my volition and not to the tune of a mechanised setup.

It’s been a while since I partook in the ripples of joy, satisfaction, comfort, and ease, that is Friday. And of course, there’s drinks on the rocks and tandoori chicken to keep us company.

Simple pleasures.