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.
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.
Please be a Sherlock Holmes and solve the mystery for me if you can.Recap to the proceedings of day before and the mystery for you to solve(I sincerely hope) :
I happily surfed the channels and decided to watch Sky High and yes the remote was there with me then. I was in my recliner sofa and when the movie finished(which BTW I feel is a great movie) I wanted to change the channel but couldn’t. There was no remote to be found !!! Now, in between the movie breaks I got up just once for my dinner and then returned to my seat. That’s it and the remote just walked away out of my life. Now I have my suspicion that the recliner ate it up but trust me I have already operated the recliner and it’s not there. 🙄 I searched every corner of my small house and Nopes. Hard luck!!!
~There she was as a kid, playing happily with her mom and dad. Her dad giving her a horse ride on his back. She loved it. Now she hardly called them and felt guilty.
~There she was gossiping with her college friends who were once her lifeline. They would share every little secret(even the dark ones) with each other. Now she hardly knew where they even lived.
~There she was, her boyfriends arm wrapped upon her and the safest place in this world. She loved it how he would tease her and pull her chubby cheeks. She did love him then and still loved him. Only if she had not let him go.
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.
The other day I cooked. Yes you heard it right and yes it’s summer here. I was all sweaty and my parents were (oh so sympathetic) that their daughter was out their cooking for her survival. I don’t need sympathy. I need a cook!!! Period.
It’s not like I can’t cook at all. I just don’t want to. I don’t get the feeling of internity and happy ending from inside. I have more bruises from oil than I have from anything else that I love to do. If I do feel like cooking something special or new it’s just a one day thing or a one night thing. No strings attached. I can follow the recipes well enough to bring out something edible but each and every time I am in the process of cooking I feel I need to have a chair and definitely an AC to cool me off. I can cook while sitting. I know there are kitchen rules but can we just include a chair in it? Tell me will that make the process any harder or easier because I clearly have no idea whatsoever.
I had seen this particular house long ago in a certain app but each time I would skip it conveniently as the house didn’t look quite appealing. You know how they say first impression is the last one. In layman’s words it didn’t appeal to me at all. Plain and simple.
I still had time but the only problem was I had already told the owner that I would be vacating this month because at that point of time I seemed to have had found the perfect house for me though it kept giving me strange vibes.
With just one week left to vacate, I knew I was in a scoop because the whole house hunting had left me with no choice (and energy) but to vacate the previous house. In what turned out to be my frantic effort I went out to look for the house that had left no impression on me whatsoever. To my surprise and delight(Oh so much relief) the pictures seemed to have done total injustice to the place.
Sometimes the pictures aren’t telling you the truth until you go and see it with your own eyes.
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?
The house that I planned to stay on rent kept giving me strange vibes. Though I loved the interior and loved the view from the balcony, something or the other kept coming as a hurdle. Maybe I was thinking too much but the last straw was the day before when I decided to finalise the house and call the owner in the evening (who I had a talk with in the morning). This time someone else picked up and informed the owner had just passed away and that it wasn’t the right time to discuss about it. I had goosebumps and wasn’t sure anymore if I wanted the house.
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 :
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😂
It is since then that my dad never takes food from my plate even if I insist. I guess he got his lesson and well I think I might be Joey who doesn’t like sharing her food after all 🙈
They reached their favourite spot. Leaving their footprints behind washed away by the sea. She looked at him with anticipation in her eyes. He looked deep down her eyes which touched her soul. Finally ready to speak. She was nervous for some reason.
I kept going to the washroom but still felt the need of visiting it more. I went to the loo for 3 times in my dream. The height of laziness!!! And then I actually woke up to find that I do have to go pee for real. Who dreams that?🙄 Moreover, what was it trying to tell me? I figured out it was trying to tell me that it’s time you did your business yourself and not in dream. You can’t achieve everything if you dream. You have to wake up, get up and strive to achieve your goal. Wow such an inspirational dream. Who would have thought that? Only me maybe. 🤦
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.
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 on cloud nine!!! I am doing my victory dance right now (only if you could see but thank god for that.)
This is my First Award Nomination and that too for MYSTERY BLOGGER, like how mysterious can it get? I already feel like a star who is about to give acceptance speech . But I will spare you all from that.
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.
Office can be monotonous and while I write this, I just checked my office mail and it seems I am up for a debate tomorrow on “Today’s woman is not bounded by the Society but by herself”. I am like WHATTTTT!!! WHEN and HOW did that happen???
Wait now I remember, tomorrow is Women’s Day and we did get a mail with different Polls and sleepy as much as I was, I ticked on the Debate button. Gosh, the way tables turn. The valuable lesson learnt : DO NOT SLEEP READ YOUR OFFICE MAILS 😛