Blogging Challenge: Day 10

10-day

 

One Confession

I’m really not a confession type person. I would rather keep things a secret than scandalising or weirding out somebody. And since this is a public platform I have no idea what to confess. Because once I hit publish on this post, it going to stay on the internet forever. So there’s going to be no turning back from here.

So let’s just say this:  there has been a major change in my life. Something that I thought would never happen, And yet it is now really happening and I have no idea whether I should to be stumped into silence or jump around the city like a mad woman.

Go have fun with this!

And with this I officially complete my 10 day blogging challenge. I was thinking I would be bored by the third day but surprisingly I kept going. *pat’s herself on the back*

So here’s to many more such challenges and better writing.

Till next time…

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Blogging Challenge: Day 6

10-day

5 People Who Mean A Lot to me (in no order whatsoever)

1. Suchita: My crazy bff and the source of my life’s entertainment. I plan to write a book on her life some day. It has some major drama, romance, fight sequences, struggles, glory and all the masala required for a block buster bollywood movie.

2. Sneha: My fashion adviser and the one person I am most proud of. She is the reason I make an effort to get ready, because when I’m standing next to someone who looks like she’s coming straight from a fashion shoot, I don’t want to look like a homeless beggar.

3. Mayank: My partner in crime and the reason of my being a part time photographer. Though there are times I hate him right down to his bones because he introduced me to Game Of Throne, I will always love him for ‘Friends’, ‘Big Bang Theory’, “Two and a half men’ and god know what all.

4. Bakul: My brother from another mother. He is the only person who completely understands my craziness. I know he is just one call away if I ever need him for absolutely anything. Also, he is the one person who shares my passion for awesome food.

5. The voices in my head: Yes yes, I know it’s not technically a ‘person’ but I gotta mention them. It’s because of them that I’m a little sane. Probably because they are always there with me, giving me advice and random tit bits to think about.

 

 

PS: I’ve kept out family for obvious reasons.

PPS: There are a lot more people than the above mentioned that mean the world to me.

PPPS: Sorry for so many ‘PS’s” 😛

Blogging Challenge: Day 5

10-day

Six Things I Wish I Had Never Done

1. Been so careless about my health. There have been times when I actually faced life threatening situations for a simple reason that I was super lazy about my general well being.

2. Binge eating everytime I see anything sweet. I swear I go bonkers every time I see a dessert or anything that’s sweet. I need to be physically pulled away from anything sugary because I attack it like a hungry wolf who hasn’t eaten in a week. That is the reason I always wear lose fitting clothes. I prefer hiding all the doughnuts and cakes and Kaju Katli that is deposited around my midriff.

3. Vented out my anger on random people. I have major anger issues and I’m trying really really really hard to get a control over it. Most of the time I end up screaming on my friends who had no role in my being angry. 😦

4. I wish I hadn’t gone absolutely crazy on online shopping. More than half the stuff I bought was absolutely useless for me.

5. Watched Game of Thrones. That show is now the bane of my existence. I can’t stop watching it because it’s awesome (Ironical? I know.) The mystery over Jon Snow is killing me. And now I gotta wait for a year before I find out what happens to him!!

6. Splurged on a pair of heels (Because they are totally gorgeous) only to realise later that they make me lose all sensation in my toes for days after I’ve worn them.

 

Please Listen To Me. I Want To Ramble.

I can’t believe the first month of this year is already gone! I mean yeah there were days when I felt like time had stopped and nothing can make the earth rotate faster. But now as I turn the page of the calendar to a new month I realize how time actually flew away.

I had been waiting for February for so long! There is so much I have to do this month. And now that this month is actually here, I fear like I won’t be able to live up to all the excitement and expectations I have kind of thrown at this poor little month.

I think expecting too much from anything, including something completely imaginary like my fantasies is going to be like too much pressure. It’s like I have to make sure I have fun.

Like last weekend! I had such plans for those three days! Everything was ready and decided. But what actually happened was that I sprained my back and basically spent all five days on my couch, too much in pain to even curl up comfortably.

Imagine lying on a couch for that long and not even being comfortable! It’s like going to Disneyland and not going on any ride!!!

It was torture.

And why did that happen? Because I expected far too much fun from a weekend. And also because I kinda jumped out of bed in a way that paralyzed my back!

Imagine that! I was supposed to get up for college but a 5 min snooze turned out to be a 45 minute nap. And when I finally woke up and saw the time, I had a mini heart attack. And then whatever ‘jumping out of bed’ happened, resulted in me being practically paralyzed with such excruciating pain that even going to the loo was a torture.

Also, I broke the chain of one of my most favorite necklace! And I need to wera it again soon! So I have to do something about that damn thing!

Aaaaaaand I can’t find a decent pair of sneakers anywhere. Everything is either too girly or too manly. I need something in the middle. Though this logic has made my mother certify me as crazy once again, I still need something that would neither make me look like a  very manly girl nor like Tinkerbell out for a run!

And now as I write that down I realize where I’ve been going wrong all these days.

What is wrong with the universe!

I know all this makes absolutely no sense to anybody, but I just wanted to ramble aimlessly for some time.

I love you all so much.

 

PS- I’m been freakishly moody these days. Not the PMS moody. Almost like I was drunk. And not the ‘throw up and the pass out’ drunk. Like hugging every random person and saying “I love you so much. You are my true friend” kind of drunk!

Loving My Job

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Let me start by clarifying the title of this post. When I say job, I don’t mean my day job. Oh! No sir. My day job is a boring desk job which requires me to stare at a computer screen for hours at end.

The job I love is the one which I do after I leave office. And that is running off to a wedding and capturing memories.

I’m a part time wedding photographer and I love every part of that job.

And this love comes naturally to me, simply because I adore weddings. Not the cheesy kind of adoration like “Oh! I wonder when will I get married”. No. I mean yeah I think about my wedding. Every girl does. And if you see any girl saying that she is not interested in her wedding or has not thought about it, believe me when I say this, is lying. And my thinking is mostly about the poor guy who would end up with the craziness that I am. 😛

Anyways, coming back to the point, if you’ve ever been to an Indian wedding, you’ll know how electric the entire atmosphere gets. There is madness and chaos everywhere. Men running around arranging that perfect tent and getting stuff for the halwai. The women being all bothered about the arrival of the mehendi wala, their clothes, their jewelry and gossip.

People running around the place, bumping into things and getting all flustered while trying to get ready for the big fat Indian wedding.

And in all this chaos, I find my happy place. Where I can stay somewhere in the background and capture memories for them which they would cherish for decades.

Though let me tell you, it’s not easy for me being a wedding photographer. There are so many people who appreciate what I’m doing, and an equal number of people who exclaim at my choice of career. And the questions they ask me are always baffling.

Like, “ Beta, aren’t your parents worried that you come home late at night?” To which I reply, “Umm…No aunty, I’m never out alone and I try and reach home a decent time.”

Or, “So why are you going for law degree when all you want to do is click pictures?”  Here all I can say is, “Well, I like law. And besides, in this country you’re pretty useless if you don’t have a degree to show off even if you have no intentions of using it.”

And the cherry on the cake was, “Isn’t this camera a bit too heavy for a girl to carry around all day?”. To this date I have no answer for this question. I mean if it was too heavy for me to carry it around, why would I be doing it??

But all these inquiries about my life choices from random strangers just adds to the insane fun that I have at each event.

I come home drop dead tired from every wedding
and sleep like a baby knowing that I’ve done a good job.

And even though going through thousand of pictures, short listing them and then finally editing them is a humongous task, I still love doing it.

Because the look of appreciation I get from the people when they see the pictures for the first time is priceless.

And no pay check in this world can ever give me the happiness that I get from knowing that people appreciate my hard work. (A Ten Million Dollars check might come close, but let’s be realistic shall we!) 😛

 

Picture : Clickaholicks

The ‘Trying To Be Normal’ Syndrome

“I was born weird. This terrible compulsion to behave normally is the result of childhood trauma ”   – Anon

This is one quote that is completely apt for my life. Anybody who knows me would agree how completely insane I can be in a world where “fitting in” is the common fad.

I’v never been what people call “normal” in my behaviour. I have to trip at least once a day, bang my knees or elbows or toes on the furniture and have completely crazy ideas about the world in general everyday!

I was born breach, i.e. upside down, so we can safely say that I’v never followed the rules and regulations of the normal world ever since the day I landed on this planet. 😛

It’s not that I’v not tried being the prim and proper girl I’m supposed to be, but it’s just too much work. I’m the kind of person who would wear the most random of clothes to work, because I really won’t bother if I’m looking good or not! Or push door that clearly say ‘pull’ just for the fun of it. Or sing on top of my voice despite the fact that I’m aware of my horribly out of tone singing abilities.

And if that is what you call crazy……

Okthanxbai!

I’v been certified crazy by many a people. And I assume they would have reasons when they can see AND hear me talk to myself in a room full of people! And its not that I’m not talking to the people; I’m taking my brains opinion loudly rather than in my head. *shrugs*

OK, I admit that is weird, but hey!! In my defence, I need to get my opinions of everybody in place before I blabber  like a drunk goose!!

So yeah, in my view, I’m perfectly normal in this crazy world! With the word ‘normal’ in bold, italics font size 42.

For people who don’t understand, Oh! well your bad! 😛