All Things Happy.

PMS…

A 4am message to my friend… Am dying, it reads. Can’t take it anymore, hate my life. Nothing ever seems right. Hate it that you are so far away. 

Gosh I can’t sleep, I want a cupcake. May be I need to pee, or maybe I can hold it back. After a constant struggle between me and my bladder for fifteen minutes the score is, bathroom-1, me- 0. Why do I even bother…

Am turning into a crazy insomniac… need to avoid coffee.

Back to texting… more sobs; I don’t know what’s bothering me. A’my equally demented friend replies…

A’: Disha I love you sweet heart, today and forever…

Me: Even when am old and wrinkly, on an adult diaper and wheel an oxygen tank where ever I go?

A’: Off course, even in an ICU

Me: Come to think of it you’d be in a bed next to me in a five star retirement home.

As a comeback, she sent me and image that wasn't appropriate for this blog…

While my husband happily snored away, our bizarre little conversation had me cracked up. I forgot all about my hormonal depression. I was happy I had her…

Then next morning, the timing couldn't have been perfect. A prompt from Coke arrive asking me to jot down things that make me happy. I need that introspection to keep a check on my emotionally torn self. And man this list helped…

To me happiness is….

#A perfect pani puri… I am a chat girl. It’s my comfort food. The perfect balance of flavours that can never be achieved by a pretentious bowl of pasta.

#A kiss on the forehead. Don’t get me wrong, French is also good, but a kiss on the forehead tells me that I am his princess.

#A chocking hug from my 5yr old munchkin when I pick from school. The best feeling in the world.

#A decedent slice of warm, well made chocolate cake. With a Scoop o French vanilla on the side. What makes it more awesome if I have this whole dessert to myself .I don’t call my blog ‘I don’t share desserts’ nothing…

#A good steal, be it a good pair of boots with a tongue wagging 70% off or a pizza with a buy one get one offer. A good deal never fails to excite me..

#A rom-com, a bowl of caramel popcorn, with my favourite pajamas on. This beats a night at the club hands down.

#A stay at moms, where the entire afternoon is spent lying down in her lap and catching up on the family gossip. Not the mention the yummy food she stuffs you with.

#A good hair day. It can instantly transform my mood from grumpy to gorgeous in a flick.

But nothing beats the feeling I get when my kid runs up to me every once in a while, announcing that am the best mum in the world…

Bliss…

Am happy I made this list, certainly helps my put my priorities in order. It only proves that I don’t need Prada’s to keep my happy, little joys are just enough to get through those rough patches.

I went from man, my life is a wreck, to gee am blessed, in one blog post.

All things Happy...

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#LookUp, not behind..

Change will not come if we wait for some other person or some other time. We are the ones we've been waiting for. We are the change that we seek.

-Barack Obama

#StartANewLife
It’s so easy to get comfortable. The minute you get comfortable, you stagnate. Convenience is the key to your down fall. This truth applies to all the facets of our life. For instance you get comfortable in a relationship, a job, a career etc. You know that you are dead inside. You want to break free, but you still stick around because it’s convenient.

The thought of confrontation is what unnerves us. The confrontation with our selves, with our loved ones and the world around us. I too was a lazy snail. A snail that was happy living under the rock. Safe and secure. Sure when I looked up at myself in the mirror, my eyes were hollow and my heart was screaming for a change. But all I did was splash some water, put on a fake smile and went on with my life.

But for how long… My daemons caught up with me. Faking it, become more and more hard and something was slowing down my pace. Either I could let this thing break me or I could break away from it.

That day…

I waited for dad to come back home. At the dinner table my entire family was busy in my wedding frenzy.  I have an announcement, I said. They all froze and stared back at me. I broke into a sweat, but there was no second guessing my decision.

I don’t want to get married to Amit, he is not right for me, I said. My Mom almost fainted, my brother thought I was joking but it was only my Dad who was still looking at me for answers. He sat me down, handed a glass of water and asked me to pour my heart out. I told him everything….How he always pulled me down, I was never good enough for him, and how he always compared me to his other friends. When he held my I didn’t feel the spark but I always felt like he was tugging me along. I can’t be happy with him I announced, I need to find my true self first…

He didn’t say a word, my dad. Got to the phone, to call it all off. Just two months before the wedding, you must think am crazy to have realized it this late. But it’s hard to muster up courage for change sometimes. Am glad I did… it’s better to breakout than live a life of convenience and regret...

I flew to Canada for an internship program with a Design firm. I found my true calling, found the man of my dreams, someone who respects me… I wouldn’t have had this all if I had dreaded change.

Am glad I,

Looked up and not behind. 

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