Hell It's Mine

What we think, what we speak and what we do are never in tune with one another. This page is dedicated to what I think.

Time turned it’s wheels really fast and here we are in the next year. Welcome 2019! I wish everyone, near and dear, real and virtual, a wonderful and adventurous year ahead. I wish them good health, peace and lots of time with loved ones – this is so important in these times of hectic schedules and deadlines. 

September is waiting at the threshold to give way to October to come in and start off. I mean the whole September just zipped by and I had no idea what happened to the days. Dates, ok. But days – it was so difficult to be sure what day it was, or is. The reason was because we were in the middle of a major project – shifting from our rented apartment to our own house. It was a big deal.

It’s a day after Valentines and one can still feel the lingering presence of love in the air. Love, which in our daily lives we ignore for want of time but feel the overwhelming need to express in the most clichéd style on this one day. Love, which is thought to be the most pure and selfless form of human expression, is quantified and measured with the worthless baubles and gifts one receives. Love is no longer personal but has to be a public display with lots of pictures on the various social media handles. Is this love? I don’t know.

Thank god its Monday – TGIM! I so look forward to the beginning of the weekdays, the regular working days, that its almost criminal. My kids refuse to look at my glowing face on the Monday mornings when they are all groggy and could do with a few more minutes of the shut-eye. And there is the mother sounding so chirpy and happy about it being a bright morning and with hopes of it transforming into a great day! I know gives you a sense of déjà vu, doesn’t it?

A lot of my online friends,(well, I seem to have more of them than the real life ones!), have taken the 100  days of happiness challenge. Sounded weird to me. I mean, can you really limit the number of days you can be happy, or appear to be happy? What about the rest of the days of your life? Aren’t we supposed to be happy then? Or was I missing the point? Then one of my ‘real life’ friend explained the concept to me.