Young Please!

Does anyone else have the fear of growing old ? Like one day being too old to do certain “young” things.
Yeah, most of us have that type of fear. Not to the extent of it being a phobia but a general fear of growing old (or should I say growing up? BTW check out Gerascophobia).

I have these certain limits that I set for myself; so that at the least in my mind, I feel like I am battling the oncoming “old” me.

  • I stay away from shoulder bags. I detest them, like strongly hate them; First of all, why are they right under our arms? how do you search in them when they are right there in my underarms? how is that in any way comfortable? Secondly, I feel they give the older lady look; but it could just be my mentality.
  • I stay away from any kind of makeup for office. I had to think through typing this out; as nowadays “young” people too put on a lot of makeup. Maybe the reason why I stay away from makeup for office, is because my mom tends to keep saying – ‘you are working now and still walking around without even applying lipstick!!‘.
  • I try to stay fit. I hate being that person who cannot jump, run or walk a certain distance. Psst.. I do all that just so I am not one of those people. I hate that sometimes after a short run, my legs pain or my chest low-key hurts. So, I push myself, I go to the gym, I try to eat when required i.e. when I am actually feeling hungry. From last October, Thwe and I have started going for marathons. Not half or full marathon though; 5km or 10km are more than fine, thank you. That adrenaline coursing through my veins (sounds like a sports ad line) gives me the satisfaction that I am trying to stay fit; or it could just be the endorphins which makes me a teeny bit happy. I just do not want to one day, hold my back and say No, I cannot do this.
  • I like to ride my old, battered scooter fast. I know there is no way that I can defend myself for my speeding, but I just cannot handle riding slow. The only time I ride slow is when I am in deep thought. Maybe it’s all those action movies that I sometimes watch, and how being young is all about being fast.
  • Marriage scares me, more than I like to blurt out. My friends are getting married one by one, and that is like a scare tactic for me. Who said only men get upset when their friends get married? Yes, I am happy for them; but the scariness of it wins by a margin of 0.0000001%. I do not want to be that person who says I do not want to get married one day, but I also love my freedom and being single. FYI, I am the girl who has never been in a relationship here. So, you can guess how much being in one would scare me. Yeah, I also have my dreamy moments. But, getting married would be a threshold of growing up, that can never be crossed out at a later date. See how I said girl? instead of lady or woman or female or mademoiselle? Striving hard to stay “young”!
  • Oh! and I am on a mission to get as many tattoos as possible (one per year). (piercings on my ear too maybe).

That is all I could think about for the post right now, but I am sure I have 10 more small little things that I do/ do not to make myself satisfied in staying young.

I know my ways are a little neurotic than usual, but what do you try to stay young? to hold onto your younger self?


Mumbai Trip (Part 2)

Short recap: We reached Pune from Goa, then took a 4 hour mini bus ride to Mumbai; Dadar to be specific. We then took an Ola cab to the Gateway of India.

Continuing, on the way to our destination, we passed by so many eye-catching old buildings, that I was stuck saying, Oh-My-God! Oh-My-God! continuously. I so love old architecture. Though, I wouldn’t know the exact name or timeline of the architecture, I just love looking at the buildings, knowing they belonged to a different time, when people from a different generation with a different outlook to life were roaming around and living/working in them. I am not really sure which street we were on but we passed the Mumbai University and a bank’s HQ.

I think this is a building of the University. I somehow managed to get the angle all wrong while sketching.

It was Eid, the day we decided to visit Mumbai, so you can guess the number of people at the Gateway of India. The entrance itself was so crowded, as there were detectors placed (I’m guessing bomb detectors?). The ladies line was short, so it was easy for Thwe and me. But, Ani was stuck in a huge throng of men, all trying to get in. We looked at the Gateway from as close as we could get without being stuck in too much of a crowded place. Clicked some pics, watched the pigeons having their aerial dances and then left.

We had planned to go to The Taj and have a cup of “tea”. Yes, tea at The Taj. Which is supposedly something that should be in our to-do list when in Mumbai. Guess how much that cup of tea is. Rs. 200 – 450 depending on which place you enter within Taj. Rs. 200 for something that I can get for Rs. 20 here. But, it might be more about the experience, than the drink/eatable that is consumed. Like, “I had so-so at The Taj, Colaba!”

The Gateway of India with the throng of tourists!

But, apparently to enter The Taj, we need to have some class; and simply entering it, I mean simply walking in from the street is not classy enough. So, Ani changed his mind and we continued walking behind The Taj; debating where we should go next. While walking, I saw a board that looked interesting; so, I went ahead to read the name of the place. Socials! It was the infamous Colaba Socials! The place that was always praised a lot by a few of my friends. I had to go there. It was on my go-to list for so long, even when I was not ever planning on a Mumbai Trip; and it was lunch time. Soooo…… I basically forced Thwe and Ani to come along (who I am guessing were relieved the “Where-do-we-go-now” debate was over) ๐Ÿ˜› Sorry Thwe ๐Ÿ˜›
And that’s where we encountered the Longest Long Island Iced Tea and the yummiest Mutton Dhansuk (not that I ever tried it before), which was heaven!

Colaba Socials! The three of us with our LLIITs and the food. I was enjoying the match being played on the TV too. FIFA Season!

A granulated cylinder (I thought it was just a huge beaker, apparently not) full of LIIT later, and after the delectable tender mutton and the sweet rice of the Mutton Dhansuk was enjoyed and praised, we left for our next destination.

Let’s continue the remainder of the day in the next post.
This post took a long time to appear I know. But, better late than never right? ๐Ÿ˜‰


Friend: “you looked good today.”

I (scrunching my face): “oh please.”

Friend: “true re”

I (scrunching my face more): “what’s wrong with you today.”

Does any one else have a problem with compliments?
My friend did a good thing, giving me the ‘compliment’ after I was changed and back to my normal shabby self.
Well, I tend to go out of my way to look weird after I get complimented.
I sometimes scrunch my face even when I hear the word – compliment. scrunch

Some years back,

Colleague: Hey, good morning!

I: Hi, Good morning.

Colleague: Hey, you let your hair down today, and a new top !! Looking good!

I (scrunching my face): Hehe, thank you.

When my colleague leaves, I quietly wear my hoodie and tie my hair.

It’s like my own personal allergy. ๐Ÿ˜€

Yes, I do feel a little more confident after a compliment, but it tends to unsettle me and makes me overly self-conscious.

Psst… doesn’t that smiley look depressed and ill ? Tried to copy one with a scrunched face, from the net. ๐Ÿ˜€ I feel sad for the smiley ๐Ÿ˜€



‘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. ๐Ÿ˜€

Birthdays are happy days, especially now that Facebook reminds everyone. ๐Ÿ˜› This year for my birthday, I got to cut two cakes, courtesy my godchild’s family and my office friends. ๐Ÿ˜€

Another year to fulfill wishes and learn new things!

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

Ramblings: 19/12/2017

One of my worst experiences, being a complete introvert, is when I’m not in any mood to interact but I’m stuck in a public place. I either get rude or completely ignore people which would qualify as being one and the same ?

Like 4 o’clock in the morning at the airport. Nope I’m not talking, not even gesturing. 

It’s especially bad when a person sits next to or opposite you and desperately tries to gain your eye contact and you try your best not to. Which ends up making me look all kinds of crazy. Staring at the floor, at the pizza, at the coffee, anywhere but the person.

Yeah, I tend to be anti-social at times but it’s 4 in the morning !

Ramblings: 3/12/2017

I used to have this fear of talking to new people earlier. Wondering what they would think of me, whether they would approve the way I talk, walk, laugh or even breathe. 

But, today I realised how far I have come from that shy kid. How much I have grown?

Today after my friends function, I had to work with his friends who I never met before on a certain project. I can’t really pinpoint what it was exactly, it could have been their cool (I mean crazy) jokes, or the fact that they laughed at mine and joined in when I laughed or that they were actually replying to what I had to say, but they somehow got me feeling so comfortable around them.

@thwe: you know how I get when I’m dead tired. ๐Ÿ˜ Yeah, let’s just say I. Talk. Too. Much.

But, these guys equally joined in my banter, and we all had a jolly good time. Cracking jokes, while working on the job at hand. And obviously we did an amazing job! ๐Ÿ˜Žโค

oh, and I guess today was the first time I saw a guy actually find a broom and sweep the floor without anyone asking him to. What a sweet, thoughtful guy! Like wow! Guys like that exist! P.s. I’m so in awe coz I wouldn’t bother taking the effort.

I love the new me, and I especially love open-minded, sweet and totally thoughtful people.

Worth It !

The best part of trying hard to change something in your life is when you get a positive comment from a dear friend.

As I mentioned in my earlier post, I am currently trying to lose some kilos from my overweight body by controlling my eating habits while increasing my exercises which mainly includes cardio – walking/running on the treadmill, or the occasional walks on our beaches.

Yeah, I have cheated a lot on my ‘diet’, by allowing a few lot indulgences but as I am sure I will not be following this controlled ‘diet’ forever, I am keeping myself open to eat anything my heart tummy desires. Then, there are days when I don’t want to even enter a gym or get out of bed during weekends, the ‘gym-break’ days. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‰Those days include the days when my legs are ready to fall off my body when I think about the treadmill. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜œ

I know I have made a difference to myself and am very proud of my effort till now, but what makes it all the more worth it, is when someone notices. ๐Ÿ˜Š

Makeup anyone?


Why don’t you wear makeup?
This comes from my dear little brother, who isn’t as little anymore.

You may find a little kajal on my eyelids and lipstick on my lips when I’m attending some event; or the full blown makeup on my face when a beautician is given full rein to do what she pleases on my face (that’s when even my own brother can’t recognize me. Lol).

But, makeup daily ? Na-uh!

There are some people who use all those different makeup items like – mascara, foundation, eyeliner and yadayada.
Then there are those people like me who just enter work with a natural look (sans powder, sans cream, sans anything).
Like look at the face that God has given me.
Have a problem?
Kindly approach God with your valued suggestions.
Don’t bother me with them. ๐Ÿ˜‰

While I say that, I’m sure some job positions require you to be looking your best.
Not the shabby, just-got-out-of-bed look that I usually sport.
Being a developer has its perks ๐Ÿ˜‰

Saying NO!

Event in office.
A lady from the HR tells me to help with a counter, I say, “Okay”.
She tells me to help with the coupon counter too, “Okay”
She later tells me to help in distribution of sweets, “Okay”
A colleague at the same time says, “Please help with photographs”. As usual I say “Okay”.

An onlooking acquaintance remarks, “Carol, Learn to say NO!”.

Gonna be three years now, guess I haven’t learned my lesson yet.

Ramblings – 15/02/2017

In the heat (cold?) of nostalgia, I message a friend, “I really miss you being around here”. I wait for 5 mins, 15 mins, half an hour and then an hour. No reply. Obviously the nostalgia is gone by the time she replies.

No one really knows how muchย they mean to someoneย be it – a pet, a close friend, a parent or a sibling.