No Blogposts Posts vs Complaining about Why No Blogposts

At this moment, I sit on my couch cozily, legs folded, looking into my computer. I pause and look up to see the dishes not done, half a cup of coffee still on the table, clothes hanging from weird corners and no cooked dinner. I ignore it all since I know that if I don't put this down right now, another month might pass by too quickly.
It doesn't sound like me to live in a house this untidy. But, there are things that have suddenly taken priority over my clean humble abode.

#1 The Husband: Yes, this is what I said last December, when my Husband asked me to marry him on the Brooklyn Bridge at 12/12/12 12:12 am. We had a beautiful wedding ceremony in the presence of family and friends.
This brings us to today, we are adjusting to each other's quirks, but loving each other more every passing day. K-man I love you but I'm glad you are on-call tonight since I need to write this blog.

#2 The Gym: Yes, it is possible to use Janhavi & Gym in the same sentence. Even though I am in my late twenties (not that late), I have never had a gym membership. K-man and I joined YMCA a month ago. It's the best thing that happened to me since the time in ninth grade, a friend made fun of my sense of fashion. So here is my schedule:
Monday: Zumba
Tuesday: Swimming
Wednesday: Belly Dancing
Thursday: Zumba & Bollywood Dancing
Friday: You crazy, I go four times a week. What have you done lately?

#3 The Social Butterfly: Yes, with marriage comes great responsibility. No, power doesn't have a patent on it. They say you don't marry the boy, you marry his family. But, in case of K-man, I married his family, childhood friends, school friends, high school friends, under-grad friends, interns and other fellow residents. I love them, they are all nice people. Given the pool full of people, chances are someone is getting married, coming to town, leaving town, catching-up, having a baby, birthdays, festivals you get my drift?  Plus one everything.

#4 The WFH: Yes, People complain a lot about work & travel, I would say in that regard I'm blessed. I try to start work at 8 am. and end promptly at 5 pm. The only reason it is so prompt and perfect is because my team-mate has to leave at 5 to pick her daughter up from DayCare. I set my computer to Hibernate and I'm free as a bird. No hassles of traveling, no nothing. I'm at your disposal.
But if one more person tells me I can manage chores better since I work from home, will be hit with pan on the head and across the face.

Time to get my head out of the computer again. It's my turn to do the dishes.

Overwhelmed but Coping,
House Wife

The Art of Letting go

Letting go seem like harsh words that resonate in my head, each time telling me to leave people, things, memories behind. When can one truly say that they are unattached. Along the course of our life, we accumulate all these things that we think are so awesome, amazing, beautiful, brilliant. But then as we move along and grow up, we only remember how amazing we felt when we first received them. And only and only because of that feeling that lasted 10 seconds may be, we keep things for 10 years. No, I am not exaggerating. I still have or should I say had clothes I wore during my school days. No kidding that was 10 years ago.

I'm trying to make a point here. While I was ranting about how much stuff I have to pack before my move  to the Big Apple, my friend suggested this exercise. I still don't know how it made sense to him, since he can probably pack all his things in one car and go trippin, but here goes.

Each day for one week, both of us will get rid of one thing that is dear to us. 

Day 1:  Junk Jewelry. This is the day when you tell yourself, ok this is something that wont kill ya to get rid of...cheat a lil.

Day 2: Stuffed Toys. This is when it starts to hit you to take this exercise a lil seriously and get rid of things that once made you really happy. Even if it came out of your brother's first salary.

 Day 3: Shoes. Ok S%^$ just got real. This was hard. I mean a girl can never have enough shoes. But when you have another 30 pair of shoes waiting for you some of them just don't cut it.

 Day 4,5,6: Moving Sale. Let's just say this accounts for the whole week. After day 3, things got a little easier.

 Day 7: Collection of random things. Things you hand pick out of the lot are hard to let go... ok I'll admit I kept a few out of these. But I still got rid of the rest.

And now the final test of it all. How do you prove to yourself that you are unattached? In my case, fate did it's wonders. My Nikon DLR camera slips off his hand and goes right into water fountain under the CN Tower. What do I do? Start laughing and not feel a thing. Now that to me people is one successful experiment. 

Girl Meets World

I'm losing all faith in the Sherlock Holmes series. I die a little more inside when I see an update. But I'm reminded that it's going to come out only in Fall this year. Elementary is airing fewer episodes than I would like it to be. But I don't blame them. Each one is equally gripping than the previous one. It'll be interesting to see how the story turns, now that Irene Adler is introduced.

I am left with no choice but to take my head out of my near to perfect life and face the music. It all started with the Boston marathon bombings news delivered to me by my fiance. Note: I don't own a TV which is why it's so easy to cut off from the world. Whatever happened in boston is pretty horrific. I especially agree with the prez when he says that it's difficult to detect terrorism when it's done by self radicalized individuals. 

Anyway my point being that this news has consumed a big part of me. I am constantly looking for updates on the case and trying to picture it in my head about how it all went down. I mean the news already talks a lot but just trying to get my head around what each one of the involved individuals must be going through. 

My Sherlock Holmes obsession had not completely died down, when Amanda Knox was back on the radar. After completely reading her case or whatever tidbits that are shared online, I have to agree I felt like I'm Watson. He sometimes has good insights in the case but who are we kidding. We know Sherlock Holmes is the man. 

Well the funny thing about that is, in real life there is no Sherlock Holmes. This is not a script nor is it a 1 hour episode in which you feel satisfied when you find out about the killer. When will there be an end to the news? I call Never. It's ever evolving... the boston bombings and Amanda Knox stories are now replaced by Jodi Arias trial and Cleveland kidnappings. But one thing is for sure.... I'm happy to meet the real world even though it's full of lies, sick individuals, murderers and bombers.

Just trying to not get too consumed with everyone else's stories. Working hard to keep it real. 

Sincerely,

The real me

P.S I suggest to get the Flipboard app. It's letting me stay on top of things.

SH

In an unfortunate incident if I happen to be murdered, I want Sherlock Holmes on the case. One may think it's disturbing to think this way, but I finished watching Sherlock Holmes (British), Elementary and The Mentalist. It has messed up my brain a little. Ideally, I see my self as a happy person, trying to right the wrong and make efforts to keep everyone happy. So I think my only chances are to fall prey to a psychopath, who has urges towards curly haired curvy women.  In any case, I want Sherlock Holmes on the job. And not just any... only Benedict Cumberbatch.

Now it get's more disturbing so you can stop reading. Ok fine if you insist. As Sherlock Holmes walks around of what he sees is my dead body. He starts deducing what might have happened. She was getting back home late at night, I can tell since the makeup is all worn out.  She was intervened with this big man who barged in her house as she was opening the door. Look at this bent in the house key and slight blood on the side of the door. She was cut by the wood protruding from the side of the door. There are marks only her neck and no bruises, the house looks untouched and I see no struggle which suggests she was drugged and put to sleep. When she woke up, he slit her wrists and legs and let the blood drain out. He waited for her to wake up since killers like to see the fear in the victims eyes. They get off on it. Come on Come on think he says. This kind of murder resembles the same ones made in 2004, 2007 and 2010. The victim had curly hair and a curvy body. But this is different, this time there is a note. And it's signed M. Sherlock Holmes slowly whispers Moriarty.

Signed,
The Victim

Pinterest changed my life

Phew made it back just in the nick of time. I almost believed I was done writing. But here I am, back after 15 paintings, a well decorated house, funky shades of nail color, and a status change. I can go on and on about how wonderful the journey has been, but I'll save the details for later.

For current events, here's what's going on. I am in love with Pinterest. It has changed my way of life. It has helped me to become this person that I have always aspired to be. It all started with the DIY section where you use things that you might otherwise throw away and turn it into something beautiful. I then turned my attention to the Hair and Beauty section. Even though the models in the pictures make you feel ugly as hell. It teaches you to do your own makeup and look even more ugly in the process. But it didn't end there. After a bad choice of nail color I thought I'll just stick to the basics so I moved on to the health section. Now here is what I am proud of.. one Sunday afternoon, I removed everything from my refrigerator that was unhealthy and expired. Basically, all of it. And made a list of stuff that I can buy with the help of Pinterest. I now have nice healthy snacks stored in the fridge, so by default I can only pick something healthy. I not only feel healthy I look healthy too. My skin is getting better and no it's not coz of Proactive. Ok may be it is but I'm certain it has little to do with the new drink Boathouse Green Goodness.

What is next one may ask. Here I am writing again, aren't I?

New and Impoved,
Me