‘Tis the Year to Remember

It’s been a while since I last blogged. Similar to the rest of the world, I’ve been trying to process what happened this year. It started off in March as a bit of a shock and before I knew it, I was sitting on my couch, dressed in jammies, attending a Zoom meeting in December. Wait, is it really December already?

This year was supposed to be great, yet I can’t somehow stop myself from feeling that it’s worse than the leather pants incident that Ross had at his hot date’s apartment. 2020, the start of a new decade, new promises, new adventures and aspirations, however for the most part, the only footprint that I’ve so far has been in my kitchen, couch and bedroom! And the only form of travel that I’ve indulged in has been in desserts and foods from different parts of the world, all either made at home (who knew I could cook) or take away from restaurants.

There you go. As someone who’s always maintained a positive stance and tried to look at the silver linings, I’ve got none. I finally admit that this year’s taken away the spark from me and left me often wondering what it really means to live and how we humans definitely are social creatures. I lost one too many family members, including my grandmom whom I hadn’t seen since over 2 years and was the last of my grandparents, heard way too many instances of close ones contracting the virus and reeling from aftereffects, saw the worst in mankind when I was at the retail store, and essentially, I’m the epitome of being a paranoid person within my age group. 

But then again, it’s been a year I wouldn’t want to forget. I had my most humbling experience living the nightmare with my fellow retail colleagues at the store, transitioned to the corporate office, moved out to the “countryside” and taken up fitness as a way of life versus simply justifying the baked goods calorie intake. I dabbled a bit in learning Spanish, baked some gourmet stuff that I could have only dreamed of making, solved higher grades of climbing problems and became a lot more organized in prioritizing myself, people close to me and all that really matters. While I haven’t seen my mom since over a year and managed to meet my dad for a bit earlier this year before things blew up, I’ve made it a point to talk more often, even if for the most part we’re reminiscing fondly or discussing recipes. My adorable, furry dog nephew was born this year and came home to my sister and brother-in-law a few months ago – I mean come on, who can resist those soulful eyes and puppy head tilts? Most of all, I’m grateful to have had someone accept every possible emotion I may have displayed and still choose to be my partner. 

His cuteness and tales can be followed on Instagram @vinothebear

I went from meeting thousands of people at the store every day to seeing my reflection for the most part since everybody’s working remotely right now. As a social butterfly who is as it is not meeting her family or friends, this took a greater toll on me than I would’ve expected. But then again, it gave me an opportunity to enjoy my company, relish my house, be okay with embracing the wonders of culinary marvels among many other things.

With the legendary winters ushering in the holidays less the usual cheer, I wonder how many of us will give into social interactions even though there seems to be some hope in the form of vaccinations a few months down the lane. I wonder, if we’ll be able to find peace within ourselves and protect each other instead of chasing that instant gratification that seems to define us more with each passing day. Mostly, I wonder when I’ll be able to see my family in person and hug them tight. 

This pandemic erupted as a result of human actions and can be contained when we unite together (not in a meet in person way but do what’s needed to help prevent the spread) . I can’t even imagine how this year has affected so many of us in different ways and as we near the end, I’m taking this opportunity to reflect back on all the good things that happened. Because try as we might, this year does exist and is going down in the history of mankind because life as we know it has changed for the foreseeable future. What we do have is hope and it’s what keeps us going. Hug yourself for having come this far and know that there’s hope. 

After all, rebellions are built on hope.

It gets worse before it can get better,

Isolation has us wanting to untether,

Along comes hope packaged in a vial,

Along comes hope after many trials;

‘Tis the season of love and joy,

Lockdowns have us super annoyed,

There’s hope waiting at the other end,

There’s hope in the form of Pfizer blend;

Make the most of what you can,

Relish moments even when things don’t go as planned,

Hope is what keeps us going,

Hope is what keeps us growing.

I find my hope within myself but this adorable puppy often speeds the process 🙂

Traversing Through Travesty

Why is it that a world filled with robots sends a chill down many spines but a place frolicking with puppies, or whatever makes one happy, sounds like paradise? Why is it that we love the idea of free time amidst chaos but treat it like a nightmare when we’re given that? It makes me wonder if we humans are ever truly happy. More importantly, do we place happiness and contentment in the same paradigm?

Enter 2020. Continue reading “Traversing Through Travesty”

Tap Dancing Through Confrontations

I’m the classic example of a damsel who grew up living in her own bubble and in a dreamland that never quite existed outside of her imagination. I was also the poster child of “Yes Man” for the thought of saying no brought to my mind a series of missed opportunities and God forbid I allow that. Even though my military father tried to run a serious regiment at home, I being the younger one who was very much sheltered by her elder sister and mother, managed to wriggle free from them military shackles. Happily wrapped in my own cocoon of the world, I imagined everything to be unicorns and rainbows. So much so that when my father wanted to get a new coat albeit a pricier one in exchange of one that was gifted, I volunteered to pitch in for the few extra bucks. Continue reading “Tap Dancing Through Confrontations”

Aboard the MBA roller coaster ride

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The glory and glitter of pursuing an MBA leaves an impression on just about anybody that I’ve interacted with. For the longest time, those wanting to pursue it are plagued with getting the right score that will have their dream school send them the longed for offer letter. MBA is often pegged as one’s long-term goal and everything that one does from the time of under-graduation until actually being in a B-school is focused on helping one to to get into a B-school. At least that’s how I’ve perceived it all along. But there’s so much more to it. I’ve heard of people telling me how getting in is the least of your worries as actually going through it is what will change your perceptions, your opinions and the very person that you are. I remember laughing at such statements and wondering how the grass is definitely greener on the other side Continue reading “Aboard the MBA roller coaster ride”

Unique Snowflake

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A few months ago I landed in the city of Toronto in all its glory with sunshine and all. I was really looking forward to starting this new phase of my life and finally pursuing my MBA so everything was beautiful and grand, as is the honeymoon phase. Gradually, it hit me – I was living away from family and friends for the first time in a land that gets really cold (it’s practically the tropics where I come from) amidst people whom I now call friends. The denial was replaced with facing the reality as it would be for me for at least a few years and my, was I surprised at my reaction! Home sickness hit me Continue reading “Unique Snowflake”

Sun, sand & Bintang

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A beautiful walk this evening with the lovely breeze and Fall colours has me reminiscing about my trip to Bali last year. Gorgeous scenic beauty as the place is, it was also a turning point for the relationship I share with my sister for it was our first “just-us-sisters” trip. The bond I share with her is unparalleled but this trip together strengthened it beyond the realms of elder and younger siblings. It made us look at each other as girls going through the usual stuff life throws at us in our respective spheres vis-à-vis sisters blinded by their love for each other.

Resurfacing from this wave of nostalgia is a tough ride as I’m vividly transported back to the surreal beauty Bali is.
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Change is the only constant – Cliché but true

I changed and I’m still changing but for the better.

It’s amazing how a beautiful sentence like that is instantly perceived with negativity because the very thought of change upsets our programmed functional minds. The slight inkling of moving outside of our comfort zone or accepting something different troubles our souls. Come to think of it, animals probably adapt the best to changing circumstances. Possibly since their requirements are restricted to the basic needs and us humans have long since moved past them in search of something more significant. In this thirst of more, we often forget that evolution is omnipresent. We are changing with every passing hour and if we allow ourselves, this change could be for the better.

Continue reading “Change is the only constant – Cliché but true”

Made for Each Other

To chronicle a love story is to revel in its glory. To put to words the exquisite feelings that two people share with each other is to express ineffable emotions. To watch your elder sibling live her story of love is to experience the most beautiful emotion ever.

Amidst the throes of madness, negativity and pitfalls, a moment of pure and unadulterated rush of emotions is the equivalent to witnessing a rainbow streak across the grey sky. One such moment for me is to see my sister unravel her life journey with the one person who will always be by her side. Continue reading “Made for Each Other”

Shit just got real

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Watch out there, don’t walk right into bullshit!

You know how you often hear this sentence from a figurative perspective right? What if I told you that a perfectly planned evening could have a special appearance from bullshit? Not the sorts that someone throws at you or fools around with. No sire, I’m referring to actual bullshit you willingly step into because as you take that bouncy step, you forget to look down and assess the ground you’re walking upon. Continue reading “Shit just got real”