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.
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.
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.
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 💁
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?
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?
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.
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 🙈
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.