Life As I Know It

Mothers are comforting. They are these incredible creatures that know when to be a parent and when to be a friend. They never get confused with roles that they play in the lives of their loved ones. They are there no matter what, ready to claw anyone who threatens to hurt their cubs. My mother too is one such rock that we all lean on. Sometimes stern sometimes gentle and sometimes just plain insane! When I realized she was a Super Hero. When I was in the 9 th grade my paternal grandmother passed away. Since she was living with us we had to perform the last rites and then perform more rituals in Mangalore. In all I missed a fortnight worth of school. When I returned the tests were on. I managed to do well in all except Math. I flunked out because my teacher had taught the class surds during the two weeks that I was absent and the same was asked during the tests. I told my parents about it. The next day my mom came to the school. Went directly to my math teacher and asked him

The other day I was watching “How I met your mother”. In the episode that I was watching Marshall ’s dad passes away and he tries recalling his father’s last words to him. I was having a bad week a friend and I had stopped being friends without either of us realizing it. Sad isn’t it? Because every time I have made a friend I have known by intuition/instinct that, that friend is for life[There are very few of those kind.]. I really believed that the Narcissist would feature in my future like my other “for life” friends. I can’t pin point a single incident that could have deteriorated us but things were going down. I don’t like the feeling of being in limbo where I don’t know where I stand with someone. I am a “let me know” person. Yesterday I pulled the plug on what was a great friendship whilst it lasted. I am a good friend and I fight with a lot of people but friends are not people that I want to fight with, they are energizers, they make me happy, they are people I argue with

It is Sunday and I know the junta prefers utilizing this day in doing a lot of things and staying in is not even a top priority. But for me today is a sleep/eat/drink/loo break/blog/eat/sleep/blog day. Everyday for the past two weeks I have come home had dinner and crawled into the bed and woken up feeling even more tired than I was before I slept. I suppose it is all thanks to my list. The list has kept me much occupied leaving little scope for free time. I have never had a list. I am not a list person and the fact that I have had to resort to one either means I am getting old or that I had lost my Mojo*. I think it is the Mojo. Because inspite of the last 14 days being hectic I could feel my Mojo return. I’d missed my Mojo. When I had my Mojo I did what I wanted to because I wanted. Nothing was ever on the “list”. Why make a list of things you want to do? Why not just start doing it? Sheesh when I realized that my Mojo has been missing for sometime I was scared that I’d lost it forev