The Month That Was: August

augustIt’s the first week of September and also my first post in this month. I thought why not start this month by paying an ode to the month of August. So I have decided that the first post of every month would be like a rewind of the previous month. Oh by the way, my inspiration behind this is one awesome blogger LOL: Life of Leo. You should go check out what she writes. Some good stuff that.

Okay so moving on, here is a gist of what the month of August was all about.

  • I began the month by spending a nice long vacation at my in-laws’ place with my husband. It comprised of lazing around and eating some brilliant food cooked by my MIL She is one amazing cook with so many awesome-sauce recipes under her sleeve.
  • While I was there I had to unfortunately go through a minor surgery for which I underwent quite a few not so memorable moments. But the surgery was successful and I came home with a few stitches and medicines and bla bla. So I had to extend my vacation by few more days and eat some more awesome-sauce food. Oh Yeah.
  • I was so jobless there, that I actually sat and did something productive.I  came up with this blog. Yes Sir. This baby is my fruit of labour, of relentless staring at the screen for a long long time with a blank mind and an equally blank hand.
  • All good things come to an end and so did the vacation. I came back home and had to plunge right into rehearsals. I had a show coming up in 5 days time for which I was pretty much unprepared and I had already extended my vacation , missing out on quite a few practice sessions.
  • In the midst of all this Murphy decided to play his card and I landed with a bad, really bad cold and fever. I was dishing out phlegm at the speed of anything that’s good speedy and coughing my brains and lungs out. Oh those nightmare nights in the bed with sleepless-ness and the sound of my wheezy hard breathing for company. (Did that come out totally wrong?)
  • Oh wait dearies, Murphy is not yet done with you see. A job is a job. No matter what situation you are in, you can never shirk a job. And if you are a freelancer the chances of saying no to a good piece of work are quite zero. So I had to take up a choreography project for a school along with my colleague. It was a bunch of 10 over-enthusiastic,naughty,lazy,super cute and adorable kids who were participating in a dance competition. Now mind you, all those characteristics were not the same for all. Each kid came with a uniqueness of his own which made him special in his own way. So I had quite a happening session of screaming and teaching and screaming some more. All this pretty much ended up in me losing my voice and sounding like an extreme version of Rani Mukerji. This experience was the first one for me. Not the voiceless-ness ! But the school project. The whole melee of coming up with steps, teaching a bunch of hyper active kids and trying to manage them when each one had a mind of his own, running around like a mad woman to the costumes on rent for the performance on that very day, helping them getting dressed up with last minute fixes and adjustments and finally watching them perform on stage. That feeling of seeing something that you have taught materialize in front of your eyes is just so rewarding. Kids are the best to work with. They are such soulful beings capable of so much love and gratitude. And if you are kind to them, they will trust you to the end of the world. So when these kids won the 2nd prize, it was one of the proudest moments of my life. I certainly was teary eyed when they were dancing on the stage remembering everything that had been taught to them.
  • So as I had mentioned before, I finally wrapped up my rehearsals and managed to pack my bags for the show. We had to go to a small town near Salem. We were to perform at a wedding and we had been really looking forward to this experience for quite some time. Our journey itself started with one of those rickety buses which shake and bump pretty much all the time. That definitely was an event in itself. Yeah, sadly I had never traveled in such buses before. So we had quite a jumpy journey for sure. But everything that happened after we reached the place was probably the best experience of our lives.I will tell you why. Brilliant tamilnadu food(slurpy sambars,fluffy idlis, drooly chutneys,FILTER COFFEE- I should stop or I will drown in my own drool), the loveliest bunch of people we have ever met who treated us with so much kindness and warmth that we couldn’t believe such clients even existed, cozy accommodation, some amazing costumes which we had gotten stitched for the show and finally a performance to thunderous applause. What more can a dancer ask for. Getting a good cheer from the audience is like our oxygen and this time it was much more than good! The event finally ended with us thulping down some brilliant wedding food. And what more-when we were finally leaving that place we got some lovely farewell gifts from those people.Oh ya..for the first time in my life I saw a railway station at 2 am in the night and was surprised to smell heavenly filter coffee there. Well that’s Salem for you. After a journey with a few hours of sleep we came back happy as larks and tired as tired can get
  • Finally after all of this I decided I had to take a break. So my husband and I packed our bags and went to the mother of all places-GOA. Err well actually he had been invited to speak at a literary event there and we were getting free food and stay and all the jazz . So what the heck, I shamelessly tagged along and enjoyed the hell outta that place. Goa never gets old does it?
  • My month ended with me baby sitting a dog and a cat for my friend who was out of town and has promised me to a big treat after she returns. Now these 2 animals are the cutest beings on earth. They are likesuch  buddies and literally jump on each other and me and create a riot in the house. Someday I will write a post on the chronicles of Phoebe -the dog and Kitty-the kitty. Here let me leave you with a picture of super adorable-ness and awww-ness and some more aww-ness. Go on..Aww away.

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So this was what August was all about for me. It started on a lazy note and ended on a lazier note. I pray to God that he keeps throwing such lazy moments my way and I promise to sail through life equally lazily.

How was  August for you? Had some adventures?Did Murphy take you on a ride too? Share your memorable moments of the month gone by in the comments and let me have a few good laughs.

Here’s wishing you all and myself a sizzling September. Have fun and don’t forget to laugh(at yourself)

Cheers Readers.

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Passion or Obsession

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In my previous post I wrote about how it is never too late to follow your passion. I spoke about how important it is to do something that you really love and derive happiness out of it. Well that was all about following your passion and all that jazz. I want to talk about something else today. Something which might not seem like a big deal to many, but it certainly has a negative impact on our lives.

That something is called “Obsession” . We all have things we like to do , things which we enjoy. But then there is a thin line between enjoying something and obsessing over it.There is a very thin line between your passion and your obsession. We might think, what the hell. If we love to do something why not go all gaga over it and do it as much as we can. But what we tend to forget is, its quite easy for us humans to get addicted and obsessive about something.

I want to give an example from my own life. Recently I was doing a school choreography project for a dance competition with my colleague. Now I was suffering from a bout of fever,sore throat and a bad cough for quite a few days.On most of the days I was going with my colleague but on one of the days I had to go solo and complete a chunk of choreography. So after taking some inputs from colleague I came home and thought let me do some homework. Now I spent some 2-3 hours lazing around and generally complaining about the unfairness of the world to my husband and coughing some more. After dinner I realised my homework was still pending. This was clearly a case of bad time management. Lets just ignore that for a while. So I sat with the music and started revising all the dance steps, the counts and fitting everything to the music. Now I was so obsessed about being the perfect teacher for those students that I ignored my health and continues to perfect every move. By the time I was finished it was 3am in the night and sore throat had turned worse and I completely lost my voice. I went to bed thinking it’s okay, I have done my work well. But even in my sleep I was constantly thinking about how the next day was going to pan out.I could actually feel constant thoughts whizzing in my head all the time and the song playing non-stop in my mind. I mean, I could actually sense the restless state of my mind. I felt I was on the verge of becoming mad. So much so that I woke up and started crying(can you imagine that?) and telling my husband that I don’t think I can make it tomorrow. I finally managed to get an hour of sleep. Though I had kept an alarm of 7, by the time it was 6, i was wide awake and sleep had flown out of the window

The end result was a night of sleeplessness, worry, a bad health and an equally bad morning. When I woke up my voice had totally gone and I was barely able to say hello on the phone. But I had no choice. My being present in the school was totally crucial since the competition was a couple of days away and we had quite a lot of work to do. So I had to gulp down a glass of strong ginger tea and go for my work. Though I did have a productive day with the kids and the rehearsal went well, I had to struggle a lot due to my lack of voice and general bad health.

The end result, I came home extremely exhausted. The icing on the cake was, I had to leave for a show in a couple of days. So my healing process got generally delayed and I am still recovering from that bad cold and cough.

The point I am trying to make here is, I know our work is very important for us. But to do it at the cost of our health and well-being is not going to help us in any way.If I had listened o my body and slept off earlier on that day, I wouldn’t have had to suffer so much for so many days after that. I may have had to struggle in the rehearsals a bit to get everything right but atleast my health would have been with me.

So having a passion is good. Working towards fulfilling your commitments is even better. But nothing comes above your own health and well-being. They say our body is our temple. So don’t defile it with such stupid activities.

So you tell me. Have you had moments in your life where you felt that you were obsessing over something way too much? How did it affect you? And what did you learn from it?

 

PS-On a completely different note, the kids won the second prize in the dance competition. It was one of the happiest moments of my life 🙂

It’s Never Too Late

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Have you heard people say this, ” Do it now, what if you are not able to do it tomorrow?” While I agree that you should never lose a moment in trying to do something, I also believe that it is never too late.

I want to take a minute here and talk about myself. I was a science student. Why? Because I got good grades in school and by default my parents enrolled me in a science course because “Hey, that’s what you are supposed to do when you get a good percentage.” Now I am not saying that other streams don’t demand good marks, but back when I was studying the norm was to enter the sciences if you got some nice score. I just followed the herd and became an engineer. Why? Because “Hey, that’s what you do if want to get good placements in the end which will lead to a fat pay packet and which will lead to an obvious happy life.” And I did just that. I went through four extremely boring years of my course with absolute disinterest. I had no clue where I was going and what I was doing. I just knew that I had to get that coveted job in the end. Manage that I did. I landed myself a job with a decent salary. That feeling I admit was good. I finally felt that I belonged somewhere. Alas. One month into it and I realised this is not what I wanted to do with my life.

People say, earn money and you will be happy and lead a content life. But, there is a tiny little problem in all this. What exactly do you mean by a happy life? If making a lot of money equates to an awesome life, then everybody who is making some bucks should be happy. There should be no depressed people in this world. But that is so not the case. Even the richest of people suffer from chronic depression.

What then could be the solution for all this? I can think of only one word- PASSION. Now don’t get your dirty grey cells working. You know very well what I mean. It is that spark within you to do something that you absolutely love. I truly believe, your passion is that one thing which will never desert you even when you feel that the whole world has. Many of us spend our whole lives as a mundane routine. Just managing to exist and float away to the end. Finally when we are about to leave this world forever we will always have a regret. “What if…?”Agreed you will not be able to conquer all the “what if’s” of your life. But at least start somewhere. Try to find something productive to do which you gives you happiness. I stress on the word productive because well no point in doing nothing and deriving satisfaction.  Because face it, you can’t be really happy by being lazy.

Oh yeah, believe me when I say this, it’s never too late to find your passion. The sooner the better. But don’t fret if you end up discovering something you like, after say some 20 odd years. It doesn’t matter. Whenever it is, it will still be your passion and it will keep you company forever.

After I got married, I took a huge career shift. I quit my job and decided to take up dancing. It’s been a year since I joined a dance company. For a fact I know that I have started much much later as compared to professional dancers out there who begin when they are very young. I am still a novice in my field. But I know for certain that this is what I am going to do for the rest of my life. It took 20 years to realize it. But I am so glad I finally did. I am not saying that all of us should quit our jobs and start doing something that we love. We have to pay our bills too. Also not all of us are in a position to pursue a passion along with a job. But if you feel you have the slightest chance whatsoever do not let it go. Don’t let that passion die. Find something that you are good at and do whatever it takes to hone that skill. Having a full time job doesn’t mean you shouldn’t make time for your passion. The more you find ways to make yourself happier, the better you will perform in your job. And who knows, someday you might become so good at your passion that you will get an opportunity to make a career out of it. And if you are really good at it money is bound to follow. Life is always ready with surprises around the corner.

I am nobody to give gyaan and preach to the world. I only say this because I know for sure I have never been happier in my life. What else does one need. When I finally hit my death bed someday I will have one less “what if” to answer to myself.

So go ahead and explore your passion and tell me if this post strikes a chord with you. Till next time.

Cheers!

PS- I will leave you with an image. Think about it.

 

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Ahoy & a Welcome

 

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I have been staring at my laptop screen for the past 10 minutes wondering how the hell am I supposed to begin this post. After a while I began to see random things moving in my vision. That is when I thought , what gives eh? Just start randomly..words will weave together on their own(in the words of my adorable soul sista Mishti)

Let me give you a brief history here. I am not new to the world of blogging. I stumbled upon this zany world almost two years ago and I was like “duuuude, this looks like fun. Let’s do this thing”. Please believe me when I say this…I did my thing for quite some time. It was an exciting phase. Thinking a name for the blog, writing the About Me as uniquely as possible , deciding the layout of the blog, feeling ever so grateful to the person who introduced me to blogging and all that jazz.  The enthusiasm stayed with me for a long long time. So much so that I would make time to do this in between my office chores. I took pride in the fact that I managed to maintain the blog despite having a full time job. I would go blog hopping and read some awesome stuff by my fellow bloggers. Leaving comments on their posts and praying hard that they leave comments back. Oh the thrill of seeing a comment on a post. I know people who write regularly will be able to agree with me on this one for sure. Drafts upon drafts would be filled and I would keep contemplating on new  topics to write. This process continued for quite some time and I was quite happy with the few humble comments I would get. Not to forget , I made some very nice friends along the way and so many of them are still in touch with me. It’s amazing how a medium like this can make you meet strangers who become such a happy part of your lives.

Slowly my life got occupied with other things, I got married , I quit my job, I changed my career and happily entered the Arts. Along with all this my enthusiasm also faded. I saw people updating their blogs so regularly that I felt like I was getting completely lost in the melee. I did try to bounce back every once in a while. But it looked pretty hollow to me. Saying “I am back” now and then and not really doing much about it. Unfortunately , my blog died down and I made peace with the fact that blogging was not really my thing.

But there is a small part of me which was not happy. I had taken to blogging because I enjoyed writing. I used to look forward to the thinking process, working on the idea and finally creating something. The pleasure you get when you see those words forming sentences forming paragraphs and finally a post is truly lovely. I know I am not an awesome writer or something. Heck, I am nowhere near to being one. And yeah, being married to a brilliant novelist doesn’t help either 😀 I have had him read my articles now and then. He always has some amazing insights to give on my work and sometimes rebukes on my bad grammar and general blehness. It is useful and scary at the same time. Makes me question my abilities a lot. But that doesn’t mean I won’t try.

So I decided that is it. It’s time I decided to do my thing. I sat one day and cleared my entire blog. I wanted to start afresh. I switched from blogger to wordpress. Just a whim to try something new. I decided to rename my blog as well. My previous blog was called Abhilasha. I had my own reasons for naming it and also scraping it. This time I wanted the name to be something I could identify with. I wanted the name to be a part of me. I as a person enjoy to take life as it comes, in all its varied hues and fancies. Oh and yes, I am as hopeless a foodie as one can ever get. So I decided to name this little piece of mine on the web, “RASA”. For me life is all about flavour. Sometimes sweet, sometimes savoury, sometimes bitter and sometimes a mix of everything.

So folks there you go, my blog is officially open from now. So join me in this crazy ride called life and let us enjoy its flavours in all its glory. Till next time,

Cheers !

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