I ain’t changing a Thing

I am a kind of girl, who was always stubborn as a mule, when it comes to changing something in my life. When I was young I never ordered anything new in the menu, never experimented with new fashion, with the fear I may turn out to look weird (since I cannot afford to waste my pocket money). I am adventurous and now I always do things that challenge me. But when I was a teenager I never tried anything new unless I see someone very close to me experimenting it.

Later I realised, when I was forced by some very close people in my life, that trying new stuff is fun. I now am always ready to experiment with my tastebuds, with fashion, with hobbies. Sometimes my fear is my experiment may turn out to be bad, sometimes I feel people would judge me. Sometimes I judge myself and end up not wearing things I’ve purchased. All in all, I still fight with myself in dealing with my daily changes.

Though I am still very rigid on my grounds when it comes to changing the very big and important things in my life, which may shake the floor below me. Like I am fearful of switching my job and I feel comfortable in my environment, I had a great deal of pain, when going away from my best friend (That’s a different story, but yes I was so used to being with her, sharing petty stuff, spending my weekends with her that when I realised she has found other friends and I am no more important, I was shattered. But well time is the best medicine, I am now healed). Another fearful thing for me is thinking about marrying someone. I am so independent and happy in my life that marriage seems to possess powers to be able to dishevel my routine). These days I am experimenting with hobbies and definitely it’s fun. It’s like you wouldn’t need anyone to make your day, you possess the power.

There were times when I needed someone close to me by my side, but now I am fine being individual. Though I still need a great deal of advices before jumping to a decision.

All in all, I am a mixture of both the personalities.

For daily post – Witness Protection

I wish I was there with you

A Tale of two Cities

It was the first month of my new job as a Sr. Technical Editor at the Times, my dream job. I’ve worked hard enough to be here. I was over enthusiastic about my work, I had a perfect boyfriend, I was in love with my life. It was great until one evening, after I got back home, Steve was abnormally quiet. I asked him, what’s eating him, but he didn’t say a word. Later when we sat to dine, he finally said in a low and scarcely audible voice “I have been promoted”
“What??”
“You heard me”
“You kidding me? You have such an awesome news, and you are so low?” and I was grinning joyfully.
“I need to shift to San Francisco, for a 5year Bridge Project.” And my smile faded.
“How can they suddenly ask you to shift? They should have told you a month prior!”
“I was well aware of it, but I didn’t know if I would get an opportunity.”
Then, there it was a deadly silence.
‘I didn’t know what to say, how to react, was this the end? Would he not take this opportunity? No no, he definitely should. And I know he would. Why didn’t he tell me before? He was avoiding this confrontation? Hmpph. Should I leave my job? But I would always regret losing my dream job. What do I do? Argghh, why did this happen
now?’
He finally broke the silence and pulled me from my reverie, “So would we be able to pull off this long distance thingy or we should,
ahemm, call it off?”

I could only manage a weak smile, my world was falling in front of my eyes, and I felt handcuffed. A tear pricked at the side of my eye, and I was controlling hard enough to maintain my equilibrium. I don’t wish to weaken him and change his decision. Probably he has already made his choice. We finished our meals silently, and didn’t say a word over it.

The next day, he said he has to leave this Friday for San Francisco to look for his accommodation and from next week he’ll have to work there. ‘This is so sudden, that I feel oxygen is being sucked out of my body. It’s like I am losing sand from my palm, it’s quick and I have no control over my it.’ Words fail me now, and I am making no more attempts to fix this, I’ve silently agreed to his decision. Probably we ain’t meant to be. And as quick as it seemed, he flew to San Francisco. The same job was now boring. I was apathetic towards my job and life, it was incomplete without him. I was absorbed in his thoughts.  I am here at New York and I so want to be with him, at San Francisco.

Almost killed by a sword

Saved by the bell
Tell us about a time when you managed to extract yourself from a sticky situation at the very last-minute.

It was during the riots in 1992 between Muslims and Hindus, we were a family of 5, my mother who was then 30, my aunt who was 26 then, my elder sister who was 8, my elder brother was 7 and I was 3. We were having our meal when stones were thrown on our windows. Our house had doors on both ends. Scared, we all tried escaping from the back door. The moment we opened the door, a huge man was standing there with a sword in his hand. It was very terrifying, and he almost attacked us, when a Hindu old lady stopped him saying, “leave them, she is a widow with 3 small kids”, and we ran barefoot. One of my mom’s friend (a Hindu) dressed mom in an attire that people believe she is a Hindu. Thanks to some good hearted people, we were saved by the bell. Though we lost everything we had, now gradually we earned it back.

A close encounter with a mad dog

Once I was riding on the back seat of a bike with a friend, and we took a turn to a road that was wide enough for only one car to go at a time. Suddenly a street dog started barking and running behind us. He almost reached my feet. I lifted my feet and my legs were floating in the air. My heart came to my mouth. Thank God! the front car took a turn and the road was now free for us to speed up and get rid of that mad dog. We were saved by the bell, and later had a good laugh over it.

Then on I never ever took that route again, nor do I intend to. Everrr!

Obsolete Technology – Rotary Dial Telephone

I miss those Rotary dials.

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As a kid I loved those telephones. They extinguished long back, but as a kid I enjoyed playing with that dial. It was at our place till I was 5 years old. My mother always complained that people say our line is always busy. It was because I and my siblings played with the rotary dial. It was fun the way it rolled back to it’s position.

In response to Daily Post – Going Obsolete