The year I turn 30

There are good years and there are bad years. And then there are years that suck so much that you lose all self-esteem and decide that you are worthless. Thankfully, 2018 has been a pretty good year for me, all things considered – it is right up there with 2015 ( the year I learnt to stand up for myself), and 2016 (the year baby V was born).

Oh no wait – it was better than both those years, because I have gathered so much life experience and maturity over the past years that I have snowballed into such a strong person. This year was great partly because I was able to handle it reasonably well.

I do not know what 2019 store holds in store – okay, I do know that it holds a couple of trips on the cards, because well, I planned them. I also know that it holds a “No spend/No buy” resolution; but really, next time this year, will I be saying “Thankfully, this was a pretty good year for me”? I don’t know.

Anyhow, as the title has made it obvious, 2019 will make it a full 30 years since I was born. 30 is a magic age – it has the special ability to denote the trepidation of entering true adulthood, and the wisdom of a grown person with lots of life experiences all at the same time.

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As cliched as it sounds, age is just a number. Strangely enough, I have never felt stronger, or freer, or more empowered, or more independent than I do now. In my 20s, I had youth, but not much else. The 30s seem much more promising – but it remains to be seen what I truly make of the next decade.

In the meantime, kindly note that I am still 29! There are a full 4 months and 26 days left before I turn 30. Therefore, it is now time for the bucket list! I tried making a bucket list of “Things to do before I die”; but it was too ambitious and naturally destined to flop. I have made a simpler, but more passionate (and hopefully more realistic) bucket list of “Things to do before I turn 30”.

I love goals and plans and to-do lists and I cannot lie. Therefore, I have a lot to look forward to this year, and I hope you do too.

Wish you all a fantastic new year! I hope this year brings you lots of good luck and pure joy.

Toodles!

 

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Another year begins…

I logged in to WordPress after ages today, and realized that the last post I wrote was for last new year – yes, a full year ago! This is the longest I’ve been without blogging ever. I actually even forgot that there was something called blogging, or that I have a blog. How is that possible you ask? I have a To-do list, and blogging featured nowhere on it. Therefore, I conveniently forgot about it.

Anyhow, with the advent of a new year, the time seems ripe to get back to something that helps me vent, stay sane, run my stream of consciousness through, and generally display my mediocre writing capabilities.

On that note, I’ve been watching “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel” – fantastic show! I’d definitely recommend it. Mrs. Maisel is a brilliant standup comedienne; her delivery and timing are witty and bawdy and she is hilarious when she is up on the stage.

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I am never going to be able to do that. Ever! I don’t mean just stand-up comedy; standing on a stage and delivering something brilliantly like that.. that is not my forte. However, maybe, just maybe, I can try and aspire for something similar in writing. Perhaps if I write often enough, and hone the way the words flow, I can one day write a brilliant piece that will glow like the fabulous Mrs. Maisel does on stage.

However, to begin that, I need to first dust off the coffin into which I’ve so firmly cemented my blog – it needs a resurrection, and then some action. A little ginger tea perhaps – I find that it revives me like nothing else in the world.

Wish you all and your loved ones a very happy new year folks! May this year bring out all your glorious talents – show the world who you are!

Toodles!

P.S: The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel (Seasons 1 and 2) are available on Amazon Prime.

 

2017 – the lost year

Yes, I call it that because 2017 was a year where I felt lost many a time. It was “the” year in my life when I had felt the most directionless, and quite clueless. I wouldn’t call it eventful – days melted into sleepless nights and the year was over even before I realised it had begun. Now as I write this slightly late new year post, I realise that I barely have any recollection of what I did this year.

If there is one thing that defined this year for me, it would have to be baby V’s milestones. Watching him grow up and blossom into this adorable boy has been such a wonderful journey. His growth and naughtiness is sometimes the only thing that reminds me that a whole year has gone by, and last year this time, he was just a teeny tiny baby who was gurgling with laughter.

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However, 2018 promises to be a lot more than that. While there will still be a lot of baby V’s now full-throated laughter, and endless cuddles and kisses that make every waking moment worth living, there will also be a lot more of Me! I have made some tough decisions towards the fag end of last year, and this year would be all about taking them forward.

Except.. the first 4 days of this brand new year have shown me how beautifully our best laid plans can fall apart. I’m a sleepless chaotic mess (this is also why this post is 4 days late, instead of being written on the midnight of December 31st with many poignant memories of the year gone by, as I had originally planned).

I have listed down (by pen, mind you) a big bunch of goals and resolutions and to-dos for this year. However, quite a few people have warned me that they’re watching out for my blog posts, and hope that I will blog at least this year.

So, therefore, yeah.. I’m going to keep up this resolution first! Happy New Year folks! May God bless you with your heart’s wish this year.

Toodles,

Writer on the rocks.

 

Crossroads

After a very long time (thankfully), I’m at a crossroad again. I know I need to go forward, but I don’t know exactly where, and certainly not how.

Sometimes, multiple avenues open up at the same time and thoroughly confuse you. One moment, I appear to be on the cusp of something that could potentially turn out great – but the very next, I see a deep abyss which can really be known only if I actually traverse that path.

Which way to go?

It gets worse. Choosing one would cost me the other opportunity forever. The amount of time and effort I need to invest into going into any of these paths is colossal. 2018 might indeed turn out to be the “year of the stretch” for me, irrespective of which path I choose (except if I decide to stagnate, that is).

So, I was in a complete quandary for the past couple of days, and I tried any number of methods (think ‘lots’) to pick one path, but alas, they didn’t work. And just as well.. because when that clarity of thought and decision finally hits you like a bolt of lightning, you know with absolute certainty that you won’t have it any other way. You can be sure that your mind, heart and instincts all point to the same path.

I now have a purpose in mind, and a very long and hard way to go, to get there.

Toodles,

Writer on the rocks

 

Deja Vu

“It is strange how the same thing happens over and over in one’s life – at different places and different times, yes, but the same thing essentially”, she mused. It is even stranger how it invariably ends up drawing out all the faded memories of the “same” things that happened at various times, years ago.

A memory from a college lecture in 2007 flashed before her eyes; as stark and vivid as it had happened yesterday. Another one from her first corporate job, on December 15, 2011 – one of the worst days of her life. She surprised herself by remembering them so clearly; she hadn’t thought about those incidents in years, and didn’t realise they were still lodged at a corner of her limbic system, ready to be retrieved at a moment’s notice.

It made her realise something then; it made her realise something now. She briefly wondered, “Is it I who attract this behaviour from people repeatedly? Or do I simply make friends with the same kind of people all the time?” She smiled sadly, “It doesn’t matter. The world is a treacherous place; the more aware I am of this, and the more cautiously I interact with people, the better it is for me”.

Sometimes, it helps to be a cynic. Sometimes, it helps to be detached. Sometimes, it is the only way to survive in this world.

Toodles,

Writer on the rocks

Motherhood is a strange place!

You know you’re a mother when…

You’re willing to post pictures where you look just okay or possibly bad, on social media – just because your child looks adorably cute in that picture!

You’re willing to relocate and travel a long distance from home to work and back everyday – just so that your child can go to the best school easily.

You’re willing to spend every spare moment for and with your child. Yes, you haven’t combed your hair in 3 days, your eyebrows look like the “before-I-knew-eyebrows-could-be-trimmed” days, you’ve been on page 12 of a book for 2 months now, your wrist has been aching every time you pick the little one up for weeks now.

Your happiest achievements are not that of yours – but that of your child’s. Every new word, every new action deserves widespread publication, while you receive Sarahah messages on how you’ve “let your career go” since you birthed a child.

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Your dreams and goals are no longer about you – they’re all about your child. When you envision 10 years down the line, you see your little one all grown up, and shining like a star. Even better, you also see yourself in a corner, applauding your child with happy tears in your eyes.

When you make any potential future plans, all of them revolve around one priority – the bub. His/her needs take precedence over every other factor.

Motherhood changes you from within; it changes you before you realise you have changed. Suddenly one day you wake up and find – there is no longer an I; there is just me – my baby’s mommy.

It may take a while, or possibly a long time, or perhaps never, to find myself in the mommy. But for now, there is only one thing I know – to raise a child to be a kind,  independent and successful human being, it is important to be invested 100% in his growth and development.

And motherhood makes you happy to do just that!

Toodles.

Vedanth turns one!

And we’re at that time of the year where we’re hanging up birthday decorations all too quickly! While the no-more-an-infant-soon-to-be-a-toddler sleeps, let me quickly pen something.

I still remember very vividly – last year, this time – my water broke and we rushed to the hospital at midnight. I was a nervous wreck who didn’t know whether to focus on the delivery process or the baby, amidst all the pain. Before I knew it, I was hearing my gynaec saying “Congratulations ma, it is a boy!” And there it was, as cliched as it sounds, the happiest point of my life. Amidst the haze that was the spinal epidural, I was crying buckets of happy tears.

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The past year has been a beautiful roller coaster ride. There is always the classic guilt of a working mom on the one hand, but then there is also this divine smile on my little one’s face that dominates my waking hours, and that more than makes up for everything else in life. There have been the usual diaper changes, unexplained newborn crying, losing myself in the process of raising a child, but then there have also been these amazing moments where I see myself in him, and when day by day I gain the confidence that I’m a God-awesome parent who is doing a fantastic job in raising a good human being!

Seeing your child grow up and metamorphosing in front of your very eyes is an unparalleled joy. This is the single blessing that I am most thankful to God for. Vedanth has brought such happiness into our lives as we’ve never known before; I only wish that we can step up to be the parents he deserves.

Now please excuse me, while I go and stare for hours together at my sleeping baby’s face, before he wakes up tomorrow and magically turns into a toddler!

Toodles,

Iyshu