The Big 30

Okay. So this post has been delayed. I intended writing and posting this around my 30^th Birthday, so sooner or later, its here.

I have never feared turning 30. A few years back, I use to infact look forward to take a leap into the Third Tier, anxious to abandon the immaturity, self-distrust of the 20s.

As I mentioned earlier it’s been more than a month now that I turned 30. “I don't feel like an old duck. Infact, I don't even feel grown-up,” I said to myself on the morning of my 30th birthday when everyone wishing me was asking me “So how many years?” I don’t think I have arrived, still time to reach there. But I can see the target. It's still on a hill, and fortunately I no more look from the bottom of the valley any longer. I can shape a comprehensible trail if I stay focused.

So, in to celebrate a much awaited milestone in my life, I jotted down a few things women should be acquainted with by the time 30 comes knocking. This is the (half-done) list:

*Love is a verb. Love devoid of emotions, feelings etc means absolutely nothing and can stand null and void.

*Rage does not equate to being stronger, it equates to being angry. Loud does not mean right and wont set anything right.

*If he is The One, he will be The One. When you're being pushy and compelling him to be the one it, you’re not doing it right. Take a break and search for the Next One to be The One.

*Discover treating people with the same perceptive and understanding you would like to receive. You're cannot be perfect. Neither can anyone else be.

*Be a globetrotter. Go around exploring the untouched places, food, cultures etc. Learn how to greet in a native language, and especially learn to say “Thank You” with a smile in their language.

*Enjoy your company. If you don’t like your own company, how do you suppose anyone else will? Begin with a film at a theatre; then move on to lunch, then dinner, all by yourself. And then maybe someday graduate to going to a destination all by yourself.

*Begin trusting yourself. A billion people will narrate you a billion stories -- few factual, few fabricated. If it sounds like a lie, it more often than not is. If it sounds right, it could be. Give credence to your gutfeel.

*Mistakes are lessons in disguise. You’re allowed to make mistake, even blunders but if you learn from your mistakes, your mistake is not useless. Avoid saying sorry for the same thing more than once

*Welcome old age with open arms. There can be nothing worse for a woman who doesn’t age charmingly. If you’re envious of the youth, take comfort in that – By rule of life and God’s grace -- young people ultimately age too.

Most of the above mentioned things, I have accomplished. Some I need to.

What else do you feel should be on the list of what women need to know by 30? Share with me.

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Predictions for the Year 2012

So, the Mayans did run out of space on the wheel, to end the world in the year 2012, eh? Well, congratulations, the world’s not coming to an end this year – not yet. However I do have some prophecies for all of you for the year 2012. Read On!

It is astounding how short a day can be at times, yet the months dash by like a rollicking train. And the years? The years are simply on the run, man!

Today I have few very-precise New Year forecasts for you. In 2012, you will eventually earn that pedicure you have been meaning to get for a while now.

You will decelerate.

Eat a lot more cheese and cake. Devoid of the icing of course.

Take things less personally. Misinterpret less and understand more.

You will befriend your body. Begin now. Say, hi body, you are quite pleasant to embrace. Body craves and loves attention of that sort. It will shine. And wish to do more things along with you.

In the Year 2012, you will hear less and listen more and Listen better.

Do the similar chore in lesser time.

You will start to become the chief. Your own Boss. Afterall, that is what you were born to do in the first place?

Few years back, one of my good friend and I were strolling by. She inquired me about my love life.

“Is this the man you love – the One?” she inquired about my then boyfriend.

“Certainly yes, I am quite sure,” I retorted.

“How are you so sure?” she again asked.

“To be honest, I feel so contented and sheltered when he is around. And I actually feel dejected and so lost without him.”

“That doesn’t sound correct, Manasi?” said she. “Your relationship shouldn’t be bearing that burden. You should be contented and secure all by yourself.”

What she said made no sense to me back then. I was smitten deep down in love and she didn’t realize.

I did, however, stock up that discussion for potential reference, in my mind though. It must be 5 years later today. I’m still in love with the same man (now my husband) in the same way and he still makes me feel wanted, happy and secure but what my friend said to me that day makes perfect sense now. Just right.

Much more of this will take place in the year 2012. Old cherished and not so memorable tales will reappear, along with their straightforward memories and lessons. You will select them out of slender air and adorn them like a veil. Or a corona. Smile a sinful grin.

You will begin writing your own book. You will begin singing your own song out of your bathroom and perhaps even cut an album. You will begin walking your own path. You will select your own counter.

You will discover how to tell your own stories stories by letting your listener narrate you her own. You will have pleased listeners.

Carry on. Even your errors have their reasons. Leap over into a brand new year, singing your melody, leaving qualms behind.

Everyone who loves you will find you and everyone you love will find you all over again.

Happy New Year.

It shall turn out for you.

And for me.

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Boomerang

It upsets
it throbs
it drains you out
and leaves you
worn out.

All that time
and vigor
the toil
the aspirations…
all for zilch.

It distresses you
further than the point
of desolation
it slays a tad of you
within.

It troubles you
derides you
It makes you
inquire numerous
unanswerable questions
It examines your
conviction.

You descend to a
deep low
a profundity you
weren’t aware of before
a gloom
so black
that you feel
numb in its
unsighted calm.

But you’re a warrior
a survivor
an obstinate child of a gun
you brood awhile
but then
you clean yourself off
and haul yourself up
back into the
sunshine.

You smell the
freshness of spring
and savor the
droplets of mist

Yet again.
You smirk back
at the flowers
and seize yourself
singing with the
birds flickering by.

You have a new prospect
it is a new day
and life
has after all

Just begun.

Life bounces back

Just like a Boomerang

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The Real Beauty

So does beauty really lie in the eyes of the beholder?

Intriguing question; and what a-silage-for-debate types.

A few years back, I would perhaps have hoped to protect the school of artistic and aesthetics when questioned what beauty really implies. I would have sung the similar melodies that ads and trendy culture, hammer ceaselessly into our heads. And while I don’t precisely propose you get plump now, I will not evaluate you, just because you don’t appear like a merchandise of the glamour industry.

Age, weight and graying hair put a lot of things into outlook. When your body begins acting in manners ahead of your management (and I’m not actually being Madonna here to want to fanatically control it), you start to learn to discover and value beauty outside of it.

In the course of a marriage, childbirth and a few months of parenting, I have gone from makeup-exercise -diet-garments-nail paints and hairdo fanatical woman to a complete family leaning woman. Looks don’t matter (much).

Scruffy hair and clothes on many instances √check

Complimentary stretch marks √check

Undone eyebrows √check

And how could I not mention my closest friends?

The dark circles √check

I appear just like your or anybody’s Mommy, don’t I?

However, have you ever observed how, for the lengthiest period in your life, your own mother is the most gorgeous woman in the whole wide world? She is perhaps substituted by the woman/man you love, and then, maybe, by the children you have. But in the end, the most beautiful being of your life is almost forever the one you love the most and best.

Now, run through your mind try to recall who was won the Miss Universe in the year 2008 (without Google of course). Too old news to recall? Okay, what about Miss India in 2008? How about the vital stats Angelina Jolie? No? Me neither. For all their glamour, film actresses and beauty queens linger in our reminiscences for as long as the circus lasts. The most gorgeous and beautiful people in our lives, our modest small worlds, conversely, are not who the contests and glossies proclaim.

The invariable of all types of beauty is actually, love.

Like a baby to a mother, a beloved to her lover, a disciple to its goddess, a cause to its protester, a muse to an artist, a pet to its master the exemplars are continual. When you truthfully love somebody, their flawed and imperfect bodies, minds and thoughts turn out to be irrelevant. There is no evading the proverb that beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder.

For the reason that it is in a pair of affectionate eyes that real beauty originates and flourishes.

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Simply Being

I believe I can fly...

Liberty

A revitalizing gust

People

Blue Skies

The enormous ocean

Seagulls’ eyeball

Fright, a non-issue

No fright of altitudes

Or dizzying twirls

No fright of

Tempo

Or declining

Just free will

Freedom

The delight of

Soaring

Two complete minutes

Of

Simply

Being.

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Trust

Trust is putting your child on a bus on his first day to school.

Trust is exploring an unknown recipe for a dinner party.

Trust is hiking that high point and diving in.

Trust is watching your son struggle through a walker for the first time.

Trust is clutching faith’s hand.

Trust is contemplating if your rendezvous with a blind date will turn out well.

Trust is telling your sick child that all will be okay and really mean it.

Trust is believing that a friend will never let you down.

Trust is having faith in a Supreme Power.

Trust is leaving your kid in a childcare for the first time.

Trust is having faith in yourself in spite of making yet another blunder.

Trust is smiling at your child even though he may try your tolerance.

Trust is seeing your baby take his foremost step on his own.

Trust is seeking yet another motive to believe.

Trust is keeping the faith when no one else will.

What does Trust mean to you?

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20 Little Love Things

Everybody loves something...

I love going for shopping when I am irked (It’s therapeutic)

I love hearing my son laugh out loud when he sees his dad dance.

I love humming my favorite songs all day long.

I love discovering new words which I cannot pronounce.

I love the way chocolate melts in my mouth from a freshly made hot doughnut.

I love liberty of religion (and speech).

I love bursting bubble wrap.

I love to say ‘I love you’ to my husband – by cooking a good meal.

I love the manner in which babies make the cute and funny, little sounds.

I love the way it feels when somebody says “Good job" to appreciate my little effort.

I love snoozing on a rainy day all curled up in with my quilt.

I love watching a luminous lightning storm that feels like fancy firecrackers.

I love biting into a fresh, juicy green apple.

I love the feel of freshly spread bed sheet.

I love browsing through old pictures and voyaging down the memory lane.

I love that first sip of masala tea, on a cold- chilly – freezing day.

I love the bounce of shampooed hair.

I love midnight movies with popcorns.

I love fortune cookies.

I love writing names on the sand and waiting for the waves to wash it away.

And the Pearls of Wisdom:

"We are shaped and fashioned by what we love."

-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.

Everybody loves something...So what do you love?

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