Ramblings: 8/4/2018

Today, my mom and I went to a shop. I sent her ahead so that I could park my scooter. After our purchase, we come out of the shop to see a car parked behind our scooter. 😐 

We tried at first to pull the scooter through the space that was available behind it. But, it was a failure. Though I love racing the bike around, I am at a loss while trying to maneuver a stationary scooter. I just lack the upper body strength for it.

So I pulled the scooter ahead and we decided to wait for sometime. And as usual my mom got upset with the waiting and she said let’s try again. After my multiple, “No, mummy it won’t work”, I got the scooter up from the side stand and my mom helped in maneuvering it from behind.

This place where we struggled with our scooter always, I mean day or night always, has some local Goans around. None of them lifted a finger. 

To my surprise, a tourist who was sitting on a chair at a coffee place, suddenly appeared next to my mom and started helping us. He helped by lifting the scooter slightly and with the maneuvering.

A tourist!

Yeah, I’m sure our Goan fellows must have been sniggering thinking things like, why ride a scooter if you can’t handle it. I don’t care. I’m concerned about the fact that an outsider, a tourist who is supposed to be lying around chilling during his holiday came to help, while the “Goenkars” were lounging on their plastic chairs.

Btw, the tourist had an amazing mandala tattoo on his hand. I’m sure getting one one day! Just because it really does look good. 

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Movies: 24th-25th March

Due to my internet connection not being in working condition, I spent most of my weekend TV channel surfing.

Saturday, watched some episodes of How I Met Your Mother (the episode that Barney shows the group his video resume and Robin gets to stay in the US. Yayyy!).
Everything is Possimpible! 😀

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I also watched an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine S05E12 (Safe House), where Jake and Kevin are forced to stay in a safe house by Ray. which had me laughing out loud. I especially loved the ending, where Jake and Kevin, Ray’s husband discuss Nicholas Cage’s movies; and how Jake held back movies Kevin would actually have loved to watch. 😀 😀 😀

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Yesterday, Sunday, at sharp 9 p.m., Split premiered on a channel. It stars James McAvoy (x24) 😀 as Kevin Crumb, with a condition called DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder); he has 23 different personalities. My aunt and I spent the whole time the movie was on, glued to the TV screen; sprinting to complete our tasks during the breaks. James McAvoy has portrayed all the alter-egos perfectly and as creepily as required for the role.
split_282017_film29The shock I got when I realised the ‘they’ that Hedwig kept mentioning when he said that ‘they’ always made fun of him, were not the people around him, but actually the other 20 personalities. Patricia was the most creepiest according to me. After the Beast.

BTW, Split is directed by M. Night Shyamalan.

Language barriers – 1

After a morning walk, I thought let’s treat myself with some good breakfast. So, I went to my usual haunt, to order a dosa (let’s say for the sake of this post it was “one” dosa). 

I went to the counter and stood there waiting for the man to give me some indication that I could start giving my order, or say he would come to my order in sometime. Nothing. Nada.

I waited for him to complete some transaction he had, then waited as he sighed and then atlast looked up at me and gestured for me to start giving my order. I didn’t really give this any thought as usual. Konkani? English? As I am more used to talking in English, I started my order, “can I have one masala dosa parcel.” And he looked at me strangely, sighed and started writing my order on a book. At the last minute I decided to have a cup of tea while waiting for the order so I told him so in Konkani, “ek cup chau inga boson pita han”///”I have one cup of tea here“.

That’s when he looks up and says, “tuk Konkani kolta dista. Kolta zalyar English kithya marli? Hau voilo dislo?”///” So, it looks like you know Konkani. If you know Konkani, why are you talking English. You thought I was an outsider?“.

Yeah, the conversation ended with me being all embarrassed and repeating, “Na Na Na”///”No No No“.

It’s really funny when we make assumptions about people.

Here in Goa, there are 3 main languages that work well – Konkani (let’s start with this as its the State language and someone may hit me on the head with a broom if I don’t), English and Hindi. Some families also speak Marathi, but those are predominantly Maharashtrian families. Correct me if I’m wrong any Goans out there.

I usually start my conversations in English when I’m feeling a little formal. Once I start getting familiar, I continue in Konkani. That’s how my usual language breakdown works out. Hindi spoken by me, which is the worst (I blame my parents for this 😂) as witnessed by my friends, only comes into play when a person can’t understand a word of either Konkani/English.

Ramblings: (23/03/2018)

I sometimes have these moods; that cast a heavy, dark blanket all over me, which makes me numb to the outside world. I still don’t really understand it, what triggers it, what could help it, or should I say get rid of it. 

When this mood comes over me, I can’t think, I can’t listen, and basically am screaming inside my head the whole time. The worst thing is when a friend asks me what happened and I can’t jokingly say, “mood swings”, because in this mood even trying to smile takes effort.

I usually brave it out, by continuing with my daily work routine and wait for it to lift off on its own. Sometimes a friend or relative helps lift it off which adds a little more happiness.

Ramblings: (17/03/2018)

When your trials are met with complains and comments almost arguing with the need for your tries.

What do I do?

I get tempted to stop. Stop trying again. 

But then I realise if I do stop, it will be me who will be at the losing end. I will be the one who will lose trust in my own efforts. That’s exactly the mentality I can’t afford to have; because trying new things is what makes me me. Getting better at something I am interested in, is just a part and parcel of learning new things. Be it languages, cooking, baking, hair styles, art or craft. No one should be able to stop me.

Next time someone complains about something you tried, keep a straight face, smile and joke about your failures along with them. But, go home, learn from your mistakes and try again! 😊

Good night peeps 😴

Ramblings: 08/03/2018

Today, I started my day with a cold, the continuous-sneezing-blowing-into-a-tissue kind; and spent more time holding my head in pain, than actually doing any productive work at office.

The worst part is that most of my sneezes tend to be internal. So, I hold my nose expecting a huge sneeze and receive in return a numbing pain, causing my eyes to brim with tears.

According to a website:

Internal Sneeze: Nothing actually comes out but only an odd “ump” noise. It’s surprising that the person’s eardrums don’t explode.

I am surprised my eardrums do not explode too. 😀

How would you handle sneezing continuously in a cafeteria during lunch? When standing and leaving is not an option? and obviously going hungry is not an option too.

My usual go-to move is to look away/down and sneeze away, usually crumbling into a mess. 😀

Birthday!

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‘It’s my birthday today, please have some cake’, I reiterated to every person in my office room; which basically felt like I was begging for their wishes. But the other alternative, which involves a mail being sent to all known colleagues (who may/may not know it’s my birthday) and then waiting for their arrival, seemed to be worse.

The doodle above was on my Google home page, which made me stare at the flames dancing around, for more time than required, with a huge smile pasted on my face. 😀

Birthdays are happy days, especially now that Facebook reminds everyone. 😛 This year for my birthday, I got to cut two cakes, courtesy my godchild’s family and my office friends. 😀

Another year to fulfill wishes and learn new things!

BTW it’s my Godchild’s birthday today!
Happy Women’s Day!

Movies: 3rd-4th March

These days my weekends are spent watching at the max of 5 movies.

Friday, I started the weekend by completing Blacklist Season 2, to be precise the last 3 episodes. My friend, Twinie had prepared me for the surprise in the finale but the person I was least expecting got shot; so the little spoiler didn’t really do its trick.

Anyone watching the last episodes, someone gets shot by SOMEONE. someone comes to know he was being made “ill”. I just wish they gave more important to Ressler. He is a good character. 😐 Get rid of Tom Keen already. 

Saturday, watched a movie I downloaded just to watch Jamie Dornan 😁 Yeah, honesty is the best. The 9th Life of Louis Drax. Okay, this movie is not what I expected it would be. It looked to be more in the Science fiction genre, but it is totally something different. It reminded me a lot about A Monster Calls. 

Aaron Paul gave a good performance as Louis’s father. He will always remind me of Breaking Bad. ❤

Sunday, today, started watching The Giver, which was to be (again) honest, a bit tiring to watch. It’s like all those in-a-beautiful-organized-community-but-have-need-to-break-every-rule-and-generate-chaos type of movies. The clichéd teenager saves the day movie. 😒

Ramblings: (15/02/2018)

This post goes to those people in my life who are always around; engraved into my daily activities, so much so, that their sudden absence, even for a day (even for an hour) wrecks all my schedules and leaves a small little hole in my imperfect little life.

All I can say is Thank You! 😘 for being there always and I hate you (a teeny bit) for your sudden absences. 😂😅

Ramblings: (05/02/2018)

Are you satisfied with your life?

If given a choice to leave this world behind without any regrets, would you take it?

My friends and I had this discussion today after lunch, and one of them outright said that she had no qualms with welcoming death anytime. Though her reasons were not something that needs to be publicised, her requirements were clear. A happy, painless death. I think I am missing an adjective there. But those were her requirements.

As for me, nope. I am not ready for death. I want a happy death and I hope I get to see a natural one. I have many things to do in this world, many more places to visit. Though I go into those dark moods where I would gladly welcome death, I don’t think we fully understand the depth of being dead. It’s like full stop. Full stop to me, my name, my identity. 

Nope, I need to discover more about me myself first. I need an answer to the puzzle that is me before anyone else solves it. I need to see Venice, Amsterdam, the Northen Lights! ❤ Come on, I need to find that one guy who will show me that love is an actual thing and not a fairytale.

You think I don’t settle with what I have? No, I don’t and I won’t. I want more. I didn’t spend years (25 to be precise) climbing mountains to just say I’m done, that I’m satisfied.

And I don’t think my friend is too. 😜