Welcome to my Travelogue. Hop on board to view some amazing pictures from my recent trip to Ooty. It is undoubtedly the queen of hills. A specially curated video and some amazing pictures just for you. To be honest, I have been to many hill stations before but Ooty made me want to stay there for a few more days. Unfortunately I had to wrap up the trip in just 2 days (not enough) but still enough for it to leave a mark on my mind. Hope you enjoy.
Time to Vote for your Favorite Blog till 24th April 2019. My Blog " Head Full Of Dreams" has been nominated for the Best Blogging/Writing Blog in the Annual Bloggers Bash 2019. Eeks!!! Can you believe it? I can't. I am ever so thankful to those who nominated my blog. I have been tap dancing with joy for quite sometime now. 😀 If you wish to see me continue my happy dance then you have got to vote for me. I am counting on you all since I cannot win this without your help. VOTING IS NOW OPEN UNTIL 21:00 (BST) 24TH APRIL 2019 All you need to do is click on the link : https://annualbloggersbash.com/2019/04/10/the-annual-bloggers-bash-awards-2019-vote-is-live/ and scroll down to the first category Best Blogging/Writing Blog and vote for Head Full Of Dreams. That's it. No need to login, just vote for your favorite blog( preferably me) 😉
Initial months were fine and we were going along really well. That's the lovey dovey stage of all the relationships (if you know what I mean). I almost fell in love with it and just when I thought my decision was perfect, reality stuck me hard. It was almost like dating someone you don’t know. At first I thought it would be fine in some time and just like any other relationship I wanted to give it another chance too. But again, just like some relations don't deserve another chance, so did this one. Harsh? Welcome to the real world. Now you may wonder why things didn't work out between us and what made me search for a new one. Right? It wasn't exactly his fault but it was time to move on. All I could say (finally) was: It's not me, it's you. 😉
It's been ages since women dealt with household work and wouldn't want men to interfere in between. Men would go out to earn and the women would stay back and make the house suitable enough to call it a Home. The wife doesn't really want any help from her husband (More so because even if their hubby's intention is pure and they really want to help, they end up messing and increasing the wife's workload). Thankfully the notion has changed right now and both men and women work so that they can lead an independent life and it is their personal choice of what they want to pursue. That said, I do acknowledge the fact that nowadays even men actively take part in household activities which is great.
I always tried hard to stay awake and watch the door for any sign but then I was also a sleepy girl(still am) and each time I would end up sleeping and then waking up to the gifts miraculously placed behind my pillow. Santa would at times play with me too. He would drop in chits here and there mysteriously and each written chit would be a hint to where my gift could be. Didn't seem like Santa had a busy night ahead. 😂 but then I must have been a very good girl for Santa to spend so much time at my house. Right? So many memories and so much fun. All thanks to my Secret Santa who made the day so special with such meticulous planning. I have till date not caught my Santa red handed. 😀 but let me know if you have? 😉
Tell me, have you ever run away from something you absolutely love? Suddenly but not deliberately though. It's like whole life you have craved for something and the moment you get the taste of it you somehow lose the value of it only to realize it later how ignorant you've been the whole time. Life is not a bed of roses. There. I said it. I accept the old saying. But what I am not going to accept is that the moment life becomes a bit tough, you forget what you initially gave in to reach this stage. What does blogging mean to you? Does it help you cope up with your life in any way? It does for me and I may not have a perfect life but I treat my blog to be the perfect flavor that I have in my life. As I write this, I am confused as to what made me stop writing in the first place. Was it the hectic schedule that I was having or was it just an excuse for me? I sure could take out time to breath. I know that's the necessity but isn't writing supposed to be a necessity for those who claim to be bloggers?
So I bought myself a personalized diary to write my thoughts in it. Big deal? Turns out I don't have much thoughts!!! Only if I knew it before ordering one. Anyways, with each passing day I keep discovering that I have some traits of Joey. First, I don't like sharing food and now this. I am just a thoughtless person it seems and well I don't mind being Joey. I certainly don't regret buying this. I am in love with it and it looks super cute. All the more reason I don't want to write but eventually I have to, so I plan to be super cautious and of course write in my best handwriting Possible.Ever.)
There is this sweetest stranger Mr Tony (Yes he has a name) who keeps on mailing me to send him my details so he can transfer $15,000,000.00 (Fifteen Million United Dollars) in my account. Now I clearly remember my dad told me that my ancestors were Indian. What I don't understand is the fact that how could my email be found ( in the Central Computer among the list of unpaid contractors, inheritance, next of kin and lotto beneficiaries that was originated from Africa) Now hold on a second! Did my dad lie to me again just like when he told Santa wasn't real? Okay! So I got to clarify my originality from my parents again. I can do that. But wait! Who the hell is this villain Mr Charles in my life now who is after my $15,000,000.00 . This is preposterous. According to Mr Tony, he received an email from one Mr. Charles Wright who told him that he was my next of kin and that I died in a car accident last week. Now this is getting serious. I am pretty sure I am alive. For heavens sake, I am blogging. Right? Although if someone told me I was dead before getting this gentleman's email I would have been fine. But now with $15,000,000.00 in my name, Na-ah! Not a chance buddy. If need be, I would return back from my grave to claim my money.
It's been ages since I was Banned From Shopping Anymore. Okay Fine!!! Maybe it's been just 1 month that I didn't feed my already fat wardrobe. But I realized I have been really selfish. All I did was care about the health of my wallet. I wanted it to be healthy wealthy and wise. I never thought that by doing this I was actually neglecting my other love. Wise people (like me) believe that if you don't show your love constantly for something they tend to get sad and depressed. Don't we always crave for attention and love? Turns out every other thing can also feel, like human beings.
Does it make me sound weird if I say sometimes I want to eat a particular smell? Like the smell of petrol. I can never get enough of it. Whenever I am in a petrol pump I am that weirdo who keeps exhaling the smell of petrol like some sort of fresh air. I know it's poisonous but I want to taste petrol. Maybe on my deathbed. That could be my last wish. What? I would already be dying. Might as well taste it and die a few seconds earlier.
To look on the positive side I always feel a bit lighter when I am down with fever. Mostly because I am unable to eat and I feel it's the right and best way to loose some weight. Weird!!! Right? I know but do you feel so too? I know the glow is lost but at least I loose some weight. I told you I am a positive person 💁
I know it's the age of PS4 and all but I feel board games connects me with the real people. The pleasure of playing with your friends and family together is unbeatable. The constant bickering and cheater shout outs is missing in video games. Don't you think so?
As a child I believed that when we grow old, our parents would become small and we would take care of them like they do for us right now. After certain time they would again grow old and we would become small and they would take care of us. This process would continue in a cyclic manner. It never really crossed my mind then that it wasn't the logic that God followed. However coming to think of my logic, it would have been great, don't you think?
During the birth of a child in a movie it would show the pregnant lady lying in bed, crying hysterically in pain and suddenly there would be a crying baby beside her. I would be confused but I assumed that was the process. I actually believed the baby would just somehow appear and the tummy would reduce. Simple right? If cupid could make two people fall in love, I was sure he would be able to slide the baby beside too. Right? I didn't really know then how a child was born. (Until I studied biology and that horrified me to bits). My way of analogy was much better. Don't you think so?
Knock Knock!!! Who is it? Inflation dude. And you think I Shall care? Of course. Now that you're out on your own. You cannot afford not to CARE.
Semester exams have no relevance in your life unless you're the first bencher. Which also means you're the studious kind. Which also means you're the teachers favorite student. Which also means that you're the last one to ask doubts after the bell has rang. Which also means you get the maximum looks of hatred from your fellow mates for doing this. Basically you're the worst example set for your fellow students who of course do not have the above traits. I was definitely not a first bencher but call it my fate I would find myself in the first seat just in front of the invigilator during exams. (Not by choice of course. Damn my cool name and my stupid Roll number). Have you been the victim of the same or were you a first bencher by default? I promise I will not judge you.
I did complete my packing and I am travelling by train for a change this time (did not have a choice). I am sure flight couldn't accommodate 10 luggages ( yes, you heard it right) just for me(not to forget the addition of money for each extra kg). I don't want the airline to be damn rich just because of me. 💁 Though I haven't travelled in a train for such a long time, I am really looking forward to it. I have the whole room to myself as well. That adds as the brownie point. Somehow I sleep really well in trains. The swing effect acts as a lullaby and relaxes me that I find myself sleeping peacefully. 🚅 Is it just me or even you find good sleep in train journeys too?
There is too much work to done. Definitely doesn't feel like a Friday. On top of it I have to say goodbye to my colleagues. Damn hard. I have such a great bond with them right now which I am definitely going to miss in my new place. They have been like a small family to me with whom you could gossip (you know about Bosses and all). This place has given me so much. Best friends to be precise. ♥ Anyways I am not going to be sad (At least not show it). I have been multitasking in office. I didn't get time to apply nail polish and my fingers pleaded me so yes, while my report refreshed itself I applied a layer of nail polish. Cool right? \My toe nails feel left out though. Should I really go that low to apply the nail polish? Such tough decisions you have got to make in life. err well in office. What? You think I have no work? What made you think so. 😛
We have all been stupid in our life. I won't believe if you say otherwise. In fact to make Stupid sound cool in my school we had defined STUPID as : Smart Talented Unique Person In Demand Who wants to be a stupid now?
Now I am the kind of person who remembers every date. I told you I have been serialistically melodramatic through out my life. You know the one who will make your life hell if you don't remember my birthday. (that doesn't make me sound too good. Does it? ) 🙈 But I always give them a second chance to make up for their mistakes and treat me like a princess😂
When I wanted a synthesizer , I got one. When I wanted a mouth organ, I got one. When I wanted a dog, I got one. When I wanted a bone(for my dog of course), I got one. It seems I always got what I wanted. My parents made sure I had everything that I wanted. Was I a pampered kid. Yes. Was I a bad kid? No. It's not wrong to get what you want. But you should definitely wait for it to be your need. I got those easily but I am sure my parents didn't. They worked hard to be at a position to buy me what I wanted. Back then I wouldn't think so much and I would think of it to be normal.
So I stand there with the letter in my hand. The police asks me several questions (when? where? how?) and for some reason I am very nervous. I try to act confidant. But God!!! they sure can make you weak in your knees even if you haven't done anything wrong. Even if it's you who is reporting a crime, you will end up feeling like a criminal. Pheww. I tried to act cool and you know maybe joke a little bit( Bad timing!!!) So I shut up finally . He is done with the process and I am thankful to get that stamp in my letter.
So I receive the call in my sleepy voice which I think is very 1/cosC=SecC (but again I find it true for all the sleepy voices.) Do you think so too ? Coming back to the point. I say Hello, and in comes a chirpy voice Hello Madam, it's from some XYZ bank(Why is she so happy? 🤔(I really don't care after that ). You can understand my frustration here, right? It's preposterous!!! Another weekend sleep gone in vain. Sigh!!!
You haven't watched me sleep. I can sleep like a log and eat like a hog(just because it rhymed). I can't believe today is Friyay. If you could see me right now you would see my 32 teeth wide smile. (Wisdom on it's way ) Well not that it should be of any of your concern. What do I plan to do?Well my mantra for this weekend is to chillax just like the soda bubbles. I literally believe in just relaxing and re-fueling your energy in the weekends. You will need it for the weekdays so use it wisely 😉
PS: I am super jammed with work today but somewhere in my mind I wanted to post this first. So here I am , sitting in a meeting room(while others think I am working on the logs) LOL It's like I am cheating on my work .Sorry but not sorry. I deserved a break. I can totally justify myself. (What is blogging doing to me).
Last weekend my property was disclosed in front of my family. By property I don't mean money. But with which I have been able to build my own empire of clothes(which have been disowned from their own wardrobe because they don't fit anymore). I tried to stuff as much as I could. But in vain. To my utter dismay, this truth came into light when my parents saw my hidden empire. My empire was supposed to go downhill!!! Next what happened is something I couldn't believe. My heart skipped a bit. My world stopped revolving for a while. What did I just hear? Well to state, that exact statement would be ~You're not supposed to shop anymore. You're banned from shopping. FULL STOP.
Stopped the car(no, I am not text driving) because of the traffic. I see this lady standing in this scorching sun looking for a bus ride. Let me disclose a bit of myself. I don't like long bus rides and definitely not if it involves waiting for in the sun. I have this love hate relationship with Sun. I did try but it just seems impossible for me. I feel so lucky at times. There are so many who don't have the required mode of easy travel. We forget how much we have. We always strive for what we don't have and in that meantime forget all that we have at the moment. I thank God and am back on my track. Would have offered the lady a ride but she had to go somewhere else.
Let me try to reason myself out. I am pretty good with directions. It has only been once or twice okay!!! maybe thrice(please don't intimidate me to blurt the truth) that I pointed left and told someone to take a right. It can happen to anybody right? Left? Right? Ahh whatever!!! Where shall I bury my face. Duhh me!!!
I am surprised and my dad is full of praises. So I shift my places and see what she has to offer. There it is written below the image: Bed mattress price list 2018. And she tells me as cutely as ever, the price is Two thousand eighteen 🤦 I start laughing and pinch her cheeks. It's just the year mom!!! Embarrassed she blushes. I am still angry with my bed. I need to put the blame on someone. So Peppy it is.( I put a name on everything). I also named my TV Stevie 🙈 Makes it more personal you see.
Though I must confess that my parents and my close friends are getting super suspicious of what I keep typing. Or what is keeping me so much busy these days. (They don't know yet that I am a Blogger in progress) 😂 I must warn you though. When parents antennas are activated, you're in high alert zone. They will find out sooner or later. But I intend to keep it this way. It is fun and definitely legal so they have got nothing to worry.
I am just too much into food right now(read: Since forever). The problem is that I think they want me to eat them. I know they don't have legs but how else would you explain them ending up in my hand every other time. Strange right? It's like I am inviting them : "Hey there, why don't you come and stay over in my stomach for a night". It has to anyway leave the house next day. (If you know what I mean). It's not like I do much. They just seem to love me back. Well most of them. I can judge if they liked the stay or not. Sometimes you won't even know they are staying but other times, some of them I must say make the stay so hard that I contemplate on why I invited (read : ate) them in the first place. The series that follows next is not to be mentioned.
If luck is by your side, it won't be a sunny day and you would love the climate. However, God always plans to test my strength and I had a perfect sunny day by my side(Too sunny and let me set this straight once and for all, I don't quite like the sun)
It's not everyday you think you can cut back from work and enjoy the rest of the at your leisure. For a change, Today seemed like a perfect day . All things delivered on time and ample amount of time wasted in practicing how I should autograph(Of course once I am famous I would need that. duh!!!)
Sometimes all you can do is sit back and watch your own movie play without your control over it. You can't fast forward to see what happens next and you can't rewind to maybe change a few things. You just have to live in the present.
It's funny how when you're a kid all you want is to grow up fast and be an adult. I had the illusion that world is so much better being a grown up. You want to fit in your mom's heels and your sister's classy clothes.
So I tip toe to the front door and see through the peep hole. Heart beats fast. I take a long breathe and see finally who it is. I heave a sigh of relief. Hahhh!!! It's...
Is it just me or once you share your thoughts you keep coming back to look at how well your blog is doing. The mind is a restless place. Was I able to grab someone's attention? I might be the new kid around the BLOG(If you know what I mean)
Today has been tough. Work wise! but the money in my purse makes the day bearable 😀 The only thing missing right now is a bed. I wish I could bring my bed to the office. You know I am in a serious relationship with my bed. You heard it right. We just can't stay away from each other 😉
The other day my sister (who by the way is equally insane) suggested I should start a blog because supposedly I can write well. Now I could do that but the thought of blogging and coming out to the world can be a bit overwhelming. Not that I am shy or anything . I jell along with almost all kinds of people (pretentious , over-friendly, head eater, pain in the ass, bored-to-death people) . In fact now that I think, I might actually belong to one of the above category . I think i just lost the point I was trying to make!!!