Inspired Action

Inspired Action – Something all Loa readers/believers have heard of. “Actions that come naturally to you or Actions that you just want to do”

I understood the meaning of the words in that sentence. But never really knew it or realized it. Just yesterday, while talking to Bitches, I understood what it really meant.

For instance:

I have always been a jhalli / part tom boy. Girl far away from dressing up. Almost close to shabby. There have been times when I have really tried, but I eventually returned to my old ways. During my conversation I realized, that now it just comes naturally to me. It’s something I enjoy doing. (Let’s be honest I am no fashion diva.. or even close to it) . But I am shifting towards being dressed up. I have always loved shopping like any other mortal. But that didn’t mean I utilized all of it. I want to now. I love to dress up and go out. (make-up still eludes me) That’s the difference, even trying on makeup feels like a task and I eventually don’t do it.

So, this simple thing taught me what “Inspired Action” is.

I believe now, that anything we love doing we should look into. It shows our likings and inclinations. It is pretty obvious when I say that. But sometimes the smaller things you want to do, which come naturally to other people, we overlook.

What I learn?

-         Whenever I feel like doing something I should just do it. Weather it fits into the society norms or it is rebellious. Don’t bother. I am guilty of branding people obsessed with looks and clothes as idiots. But if I would not have taken this dressing thing up because I thought a certain way. I would have never known the pleasure it gives me.

-         Give in to your urges.

-         Sometimes just explore. I think if I am not sure how I feel about something I should give it a try. It’s only then I can know what I truly feel about it. There are things that someone / peers /close ones might be doing, that I don’t really feel comfortable with. I don’t need to try that. Or explore that as per my above point. The discomfort  might mean I am not yet ready.

I am going to explore travel. I don’t have an opinion about it. I want to know how I feel about it. It doesn’t excite me too much, but doesn’t make me uncomfortable either. It makes me curious. And let’s face it, its no risk at all ;)

“Anything that gets your blood racing is probably worth doing it”

P.S: This post is an outcome of inspired action : Technically and Figuratively

Wrapping up 2014

So another year passed by.  It literally zipped by.

I just mentioned to my friends, this is the year i grew up. I say that after 31 years???
Well, this is the year i grew up and i realized what part of me grew up. Or what part of me changed.

What was it?

Self realizations. Everybody always has self realizations. This year some of the realizations registered. This year I absorbed the change. I knew what and why it changed.
I was verbose about my emotions, my thoughts. I reflected on them. Something I have never done or never realized that I did. I wrote down every fear or doubt that bothered me. I tried to answer them to the best of my abilities. That helped resolve them or helped me not dwell on them.

I grappled with the change. I still think I dislike too much pondering and analyzing. I love the care free attitude towards decision making.
In all of this there is one thing, I still go with random decisions. Call them gut decisions or whimsical ones. But when i reflect back I realize none of my decisions were majorly thoughtless. None of my decisions now are too thought out either. That's the difference.
 I might go round in circles with a decision, but its still the whimsical one . The one without any rationale. My decisions are not planned out, they are not taken by considering the consequence.
Running around in circles just means I am spoiled for choices. :) Which is a good thing. In fact it is kick ass.
So next time I start to fret over why I am thinking so much, I am just going to be grateful for all the choices I have 
So planned or non planned : its a blessing to have the luxury to decide. To make a choice.

These realizations make life easier. It makes it easy for me to deal with my first world problems :)

Somethings in life are priceless...
Family
Friends
Neha Pallavi (they are not friends per se or family per se)
grappling to be a decent mom
luxury to make decisions
see my intentions manifest
quick answers to all my questions
all the questions that I have
crazy conversations


...for everything else there is master card
all the cute outfits i got this year
my green ray bans
my expensive hair cuts
my denim jacket
my fancy shoes

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Consciously Social

Man is a social animal. One of the things i remember reading in some text book in school.
Man is a conscious social animal. One thought that keeps crossing my mind.

That thought runs in a frenzy particularly in the following situations:

Lift Lobby: (especially office)

Working since 5 yrs, and using the lift every single working day.
Process always being:
- Enter lift lobby
- if(lift = not arrived)
{
stare at the floor number of lift or Stare the floor or keep moving your body each side
read the poster in the lobby (even if it is by heart due to the effects of reading it everyday)
Feel conscious

}

It might just be ME. But every time I am in the lobby, I always realize nobody is looking at anybody and maybe everybody is a bit conscious of the presence of so many people around.

I always wonder how it would be if we just walk in and smile . DO a hi hello maybe. And be a Social Animal. It would be quite fun.


Beauty Parlors:

Thats one CONSCIOUS place. So many women in one place. All eyeing each other. Its a funny feeling.


- Sit in Parlor
- All women sizing each other up
- Analysis of entered women plaguing all brains
- if (feeling = "not better than me")
{
concentrate on yourself
}
else
{
keep eying every now then through corner of eyes
}


Its a place I am quite conscious myself. Lift lobby is just a piece of cake when compared.

Its a place that can be a complete chaos if all women decide to. Imagine so many of us gossiping /chatting away.
topics would start with
- nice dress/sari/hair/whatever then proceed to you having something similar or seeing something similar in a shop and why you didn't buy it
- beauty regime/fitness regime(you get to flaunt this if you are thin)
- The eternal MOM IN LAW bashing followed by how non understanding your HUSBAND is
- how the lady that just left is such a bitch-
- providing that soothing shoulder or empathizing
- exchanging recipes maybe

I guess we get the point.
Parlors would be more fun too. I hate going there.

Dance floor (before the crowd camouflages you)

To be on the dance floor when no one has yet started foot tapping on it is courageous. Coz all the others are lurking and waiting for it to be filled with people so that you are not the one people are staring at.

Even if you love dancing , it takes some mental preparation to be on the floor when there are not more than 4-5 there. Its easier when you yourself are in a group.

Once the floor is full , that's exactly when we should move out and enjoy the scene. People go crazy dancing.


- When we are walking towards somebody and they are looking at you. For a while that feeling passes by. Either you or that person looks away somewhere.

Thats about feeling conscious. But considering we are labeled "SOCIAL". It shouldn't have been difficult conjuring up a conversation with strangers whom you see everyday.

Considering "ANIMAL" following the term. We should have been very animaly about it(i hope you get the point) Kind of go for it types.

I guess we are social animals only because we need people around us. We cant survive alone(never tried..not even going to attempt). And we are not really SOCIAL.

To BE

We play quite a few roles in life. All the time.
That's me playing a few parts. I was being what i felt like at time. At times, I curtailed myself.

Daughter

BRAT (not proud to be one today)
Brash
i-care-not
Loving (i really hope my parents would "like" this)
chatter box
bad temper
intelligent (i am certain they would "like" this. i always scored great marks in school. It has left an unchangeable impression)
annoying
organized


Daughter in Law

Sober
sweet
speaks less
ever smiling
nice girl
anxious
immature
unorganized

Friend

chatter box
idiot (most would "like" this)
fun
shot dimag ko
cool



Wife

Brash
i-care-not
Loving
chatter box
bad temper
sober
sweet
ever smiling
ever irritating
anoying
fun
shot dimag ko
complete nut case
immature
unorganized
organized
time pass
Intelligent
Dumb


The only person I am "Being" with. i wont say being Me. coz i am not sure what I am. I change with the moment.
I don't have to stop myself at any moment to react or behave the way I want to. I don't have to worry how he will feel, how he will react, how he will be!!

This Karva Chauth for you Nishit. (I am soo hungry)

I don't need music, lobster or wine.

Whenever your eyes look into mine;

The things I long for are simple and few:

A cup of coffee, a sandwich and you!

A good morning :)

Sometimes I wake up and feel very happy . It is like I have a spring in my steps. I feel like dancing I feel like taking an effort in everything I am doing that morning.

When I say “Good Morning”. A tiny voice seconds that “Oh yeah”.

Today I again feel the same.

So I thought is there a logical reason as to why the glee or is it that today I have a conscious realization of it? Mmmm… *Ponder Ponder*

What did I do when I woke up or what did I do last night

- For starters I had dinner very early and didn’t eat before sleeping (People say we get a peaceful sleep if we eat early)

- I had a head bath and that too early not just before rushing off to work. (no logic for this though)

- I am not late to work (I honestly feel bad when I reach late)

- The food I cooked has turned out decent (from a few days it was a tad bit close to disaster)

- I had a brilliant last week (not that I have been having anything less than that earlier)

Or maybe its just a feeling so need not really have an explanation.

And ofcourse there are days when I wake up super lazy and don’t want to do anything at all. But I am guessing its largely on me to shake that feeling and bring the spring in my step. Instead I love to drown in my laziness for no apparent reason. And it doesnt perk me up but bogs me down.

Some might say that we need to have Those days to appreciate These days. But I am not really convinced.

Hmmmmmmmmm.

Random post for the random feeling.

Nothing is interesting if you're not interested. ~Helen MacInness

CookShetra X X X

Armed with a cutting board as shield and a knife as sword, I raided the fridge. Dragged the aalu, tomatoes and threw it in boiling water. I held the onion at the edge of my sword and tried to cut out through its heart. But it kept slipping out. After a tearful fight with it, I managed to tear it to pieces.
After the army of vegetables were taken care of I was face to face with the masala-putras. I knew I had to burn them with the vegetables. Gasping and coughing through their force I buried a few of them too.


Once I burnt all of them together and was prepared to taste my victory over them my husbandeshwar walks in to tell me I was fighting the wrong battle.


That’s my cookshetra. An everyday battle. An everyday journey.


It started an year back.
- Understanding how the spices taste

- lal mirchi, dhaniya powder and haldi are not the only masalas

- after a lot of over cooking and undercooking I finally have a hang of time

- fighting through the maze of daals, I finally understand their identity

- I cook things other than aalu, capsicaum and bhindi

- I cried when it turned out yuck(which was quite a few times). Now I have times when I smile a lot

- It took me hours to get through dal sabzi and roti. Now its like second nature.



Somewhere during this journey I fell in love. I fell in love with cooking. It was like the cliché, where the guy and girl meet in a journey . Initially they hate the sight of each other and then when they understand the uniqueness and fun . They fall in love.


That learning process made me concentrate. Made me appreciate the different flavors. Made me want to experiment. It gave me the same thrill as dancing. That’s quite a thing to say.



Also, being a leo it got to my ego when people said “I can’t cook. “ “It tastes bad”. When others laughed.Even if I had not liked it just to prove it that it ain’t that big a deal, I would have learnt cooking. But fortunately I enjoyed it and am loving it.


I love exploring new dishes. Trying out stuff, which my hubby never likes. But the satisfaction I get after making a new thing is unbeatable.


Cooking is like love. It should be entered into with abandon or not at all.
Harriet Van Horne

On a Tangent

3 friends.

3 friends who know each other since a long time.

3 friends who know so much about each other that it is frightening.

3 friends who can talk for hours together about everything under the sun.

3 Best friends.

But still, some conversations among us make me take a tangent to it. There has been a time that I simply dozed off. I don’t listen to the conversation I start pondering. I am amused many times.

Probably the different paths that we have had, has created that frequency difference among us. The times and life that we have seen has been on different levels altogether.

Some things I might never understand. Some feelings I might never share.

But we still gel like a bowl of jelly beans. I guess we keep dropping and sticking to each other.

(And I cant find a single quote to suit this.. )