Monday, 28 December 2015

Break heart

The 15 quite noticable symptoms and realisations of having properly broken up with someone while in your 30s and after a long haitus of singledom

1. It sucks equally whether you are 1, 11, 21 or 31.

2. Brain freeze - yes my brain has absolutely stopped responding to any stimuli - internal or external. Life has a brainless rhythm these days.

3. A painful dichotomy of your mind telling you that you will get over this one as well while your heart wants to linger in the break-up aftermath as for some reason it feels sadistically romantic.

4. You literally don't want to speak to no men - dad, brother, friend, gardener alike.

5. Ofcourse the endless dissection of what you, they or life could have done differently to save you from what happened and how totally technicolor the future would have been if they were still with you.

6. Unrealistic idolisation of your object of desire - suddenly he is the most sublime of God's creations and it is virtually impossible to even think of someone who would come as close to being a replacement, forget someone better.

7. The stress of how long will you actually take to get over this one after all. How many things is it likely to mess up in the process - work, other relationships, your health, your fitness regime and so on.

8. The strong desire to revel in the heartbreak and feel it more than it actually feels by accompanying it with poems of longing and mush bollywood songs.

9. FEELING OF EMPTINESS

10. That they are not even thinking or feeling any of these things and have probably already gotten on with their lives will keep sending pin pricks to your heart.

11. Aggressive make believe of how much you are better than them and how they will never ever find anyone close to you and they will be hopelessly single all their lives.

12. Weighing other potential options to begin dating once all of this is over but resigning exhaustedly from even texting them a 'hi'.

13. WAITING FOR THE PHONE CALL.

14. Wondering what is it exactly that makes a relationship last?

15. Being grateful for your absolutely inseparable support system of friends and how they have carefully seen you through this and many others even though you know they will never understand how terrible you feel and even though they know you well enough to know that you shall pass this too.


Sunday, 6 December 2015

Advice on Marriage

Out of all that easily available and mostly unsolicited advice dispensed to us on the virtues of getting hitched from our parents, friends, 'well-wishers' and as in India from random passer-bys, literally the only reason that I find plausible is the sadness of being lonely when we are old.

That would definitely suck. Equally and universally for men and women. To that extent, there is gender equality in old-age loneliness. But for some reason my heart instinctively goes out to an old man living alone versus an old lady. Something makes me feel that she would be able to handle herself. But I literally feel like going and starting to cook for that old man already.

Ah well, men perhaps do need women more than women need them.


Friday, 4 December 2015

Perfect Friday night

You know what a perfect Friday night consists of on Fridays you are too exhausted to get hammered with friends and in general with the meaninglessness of life?

1. Chilled red wine
2. Cheap takeout Chinese - The more Indian the better, I apply the coriander filter to assess the limit of the Punjabi-ness of the Chinese
3. Food & travel shows - Something like this No Reservations episode on Rome. Or others on Rio or Tokyo to build your anticipation for the food to arrive. This Anthony Bourdain guy is such an arrogant charmer. Love the type.
4. The promise of a socially busy weekend - Thank god for winter in Delhi stuff finally gets rolling here.
5. No data or monotonous party pictures from all over the world.

Life is good. But oh well, Zumba tomorrow at 10 am.

Saturday, 28 November 2015

Children's Books

I have come to believe that children's books writers are perhaps far more creative and talented than those who write for adults. I mean, imagine imparting life lessons to impressionable minds through myth and fable.

Perhaps the reason why we revisit some of these books when we grow up and why The Little Prince and Alice in Wonderland are as contextual today as they were to us being read aloud in bed.

This should have ideally been on Twitter

But I did not have the patience with creating another social media account, especially if it meant following more people. Plus, I can't always contain myself in 140 characters.
This is a blog to keep all my somewhat original and ideas and thoughts at one place, safer than on iPhone Notes. And I swear to God I have one too many...
...arbit observations on how we live and love within the peculiarities of today's world.
I mean I don't just think about Dior bags all day long.
And like all amateur writers I'm too hoping this blog gets discovered posthumously and my future generations live like the royals.
Meanwhile, hope you enjoy stumbling upon them.
With wit and humour
Me.