Surprisingly, home workouts don't suck. I mean, not more than the usual- I cannot breathe, I might pass out, why the f*&% do I do this suckiness. The key for me has been consistency in terms of time, and variation in the training itself. Setting tolerant mini-goals have been helpful as well. I struggle on... Continue Reading →
Day 23- Of passion and discipline
“Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.” Pablo Picasso https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbiKV4prSqI Bear with me here, folks. I want you all to do something, for yourselves. Put everyone to bed, find a decent pair of headphones, get to a dark and comfortable corner and listen to this. (The quality could be better... Continue Reading →
Day 22- Do I miss my expat life?
I know for a fact that most of my readers here, are a residuum from my old life. One of them, who is also a friend got in touch with me today. Among other things, she enquired if I missed Qatar, and my life there. Hmm. I have never really given it much thought, to... Continue Reading →
Day 21- And it shall continue
So, this is not the end, as expected. After the early days of 'break- taking', and routine- creating, the past few days have been surprisingly busy and productive and messy and incredibly wholesome. I did domestic duties and kept the children occupied during the day, and worked on a paper all night. And trained at... Continue Reading →
Day 12- Of symbolism and hope
Shame me, blame me. Berate me, belittle me. Hate me, spite me. Slay me, burn me, stake me; if you so wish. Find me kneeling at the alter of science, you will. Shroud facts under heavy blankets of symbolism. Mystify truths to cloud our sapience. Call me faithless and a pariah. To my... Continue Reading →
Day 11- Better days
Heard this just I opened the page to type. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGP6JP_hAPM I am happy for the life I have lived thus far. I've not had less, nor more. Just enough, of everything; laughter, joy, pain, love, gauntlets, triumphs. Do I regret my choices? If I'm being honest, no. Could I have done things differently? I... Continue Reading →
Day 10- Pursuits less worthy?
10 days Frozen 2 X 3 (maternal obligation) Frozen 1 (torture) Black hawk down Olympus has fallen London has fallen (obviously) Ayyappanum Koshiyum Action hero Biju (revisit) Bala John Wick A quiet place Triple frontier The Witcher- Season 1 The dark knight trilogy (again!) Sherlock Holmes Elementary - random episodes Lucifer- random episodes 10 days.... Continue Reading →
Day 9-Cleaning the day away
As a household, we all woke up about two hours later than usual. Besieged by lassitude, we delayed the most basic of tasks. Z did not want to brush, Boss Man refused his morning repast. Me, I wanted to cease to exist for a day. Pause. Freeze. It was just that kind of day. We... Continue Reading →
Day 8- WhatsApp fuckery!
My post today is going to be be a tad different. I'm a very hesitant user of WhatsApp. For several reasons. But I must admit, it has it's uses. And of the millions (of course I exaggerate, or do I?) of messages and forwards I receive, I do not usually bother with the forwards. But... Continue Reading →
Day 6- A tranquil apocalypse
Does't this feel like the proverbial calm before the storm? Do you sense the worse is yet to come. Like we are seated to watch a blockbuster movie, and the pre- movie trailers and adverts keep running on. If this is truly an apocalypse, it's seems quite tranquil at the moment no? I had a... Continue Reading →