A year ago, to the date, I started out thinking that I would blog everyday. I have just about managed one a week (this is my 52nd post on this blog)
I spent a better part of my day today reading my own blogs. They weren’t half as bad as I thought, and in fact going by the comments on them, they were pretty good.
It was pleasant reminder of what I went through over the last year, the people who played a significant role in my life. The feelings I had and the experiences I went through. Reliving moments was enjoyable and revisiting the inspirations was very interesting.
Not every thing was obvious at the time, nor is it today, to people who read my blogs. But I know that the people behind some of the entries know it’s them.
When dad first asked cajoled me into blogging, I never realized that it would become a chronicle for me. For that reason alone I am really happy I did start and kept it on to the best of my abilities.
If I keep it up, next year will be even more interesting.
So thank you dad for introducing me to this world; Mayur for making it finally happen, all my fellow writers at Dud Sea Scrawls for welcoming me to your sanctum and leaving such wonderful comments. My friends, a lot of who read my blog, some of who comment and many who don’t; and my muses who helped me write.
The pun in this blog’s title is definitely intended. What else would you call a book called the ‘Autobiography of a One Year Old’?
A fellow reader and dear friend mentioned this book to me a few months ago. When I couldn’t find it in my local bookshop, she sent over a copy and I am so glad she did. This book ranks as the most delightful book I have ever read.
I found the title of the book amusing, but it didn’t do anything to prepare me for the how hilarious the content is.
The protagonist is naturally a one year old, talking about his theories, discoveries and activities as the days go by. He calls his parents ‘hairy’ and ‘smooth’ and is most miffed at the state of affairs around him.
Short of copying paragraphs and paragraphs of the book to share with you, I can’t say anything about it that would do the book justice. All I can say is that I highly recommend it – the author is a gentleman called Rohan Candappa.Thanks Nim for a very thoughtful and entertaining gift.
To say that my fiancé, JJ, leads an interesting life is the understatement of the century. 
This man went from being an Officer with the Indian Army to jet setter in a span of a few months. He quit the Army for a variety of reasons and re-located to Dubai where he joined a company that has a presence in some 50 countries. An individual who had never set foot out of his own country was now flying to Africa one day and Afghanistan the next.
Thanks to my dad’s encouragement, he has started a blog of his own called 'The Traveller'; and I am thrilled to welcome him to the world of bloggers.
J, I enjoyed reading what you have written immensely. Please do keep writing, so I can see the world through your eyes.
Day 2 of the festival of Holi!
The day started out like it has every year. Rushing through the morning and coordinating with friends.
This year we weren’t just getting together and playing it by the ear. This time we had a full blown party happening...
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The festival of colors is upon us. Today is Holi, a festival of exuberance that marks the end of winter and the advent of spring.
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How unpredictable life is! Sure we all know this and I do too, but it doesn’t cease to amaze me.
Here I was putting together a plan and strategy for my life when bang! Everything goes for a toss.
As of the 1st of this month, JJ has been posted to Afghanistan by his company. They say he will be there for one and half to two years.
I honestly believed he and I were both finally at stage in our lives, where we could finally get married and start the next phase. But with this development, all plans are going to have to wait for these 2 years at least.
It made me intensely unhappy when I heard about this. Because I knew that it would be foolish for JJ to pass up this opportunity. For those few days I felt rather fatalistic about the whole thing. I resented him putting me in such a position.
I am the kind of person who relies on my friends a lot when I am going through a hard time. But this time I didn’t really talk to anyone about this. It was one of the lowest phases in my life and I couldn’t find the words to express myself to even my closest friends. I just kept to myself, not even talking to JJ (who at the time looked like the culprit to me).
One night we connected online and talked about it for hours. I heard the unhappiness in his voice too. I also heard a note of resignation and this made me feel even angrier. What had we done to deserve such bad luck?
As we talked, it suddenly occurred to me that I could also hear a hint of excitement in his manner. Putting further thought into it, I also began to see the move as the huge opportunity it really was.
Of course it would be good for JJ, and I don’t mean only the money aspect. It was a chance for him to take on new challenges and master them. The networking opportunities, the experience; everything seemed right about it.
Then I thought of my own life; my own career and my own dreams. Here I was being handed time and space to do all the things I thought I may not ever get a chance to and for the first time without a huge price attached to it.
When we weighed these aspects, we realized that if life were a 10, we were getting chance to make good of 9 out 10 things. The only downer being that we would have to be apart for that much longer.
We both slowly accepted this turn of events and are now busy trying to do the best we can. It isn’t easy, but it’s not the end of the world either.
I look forward to both of us proving to ourselves and the world what we are capable of and then getting together to start our belated next phase. We have both put a lot into our relationship. It has been hard, but we are stronger for that. I am sure that when we are finally together, it’s going to be all worth it.
Sports and I never got along. Not in school, not outside, and not since.
The extent was playing badminton with friends every evening or cycling for hours. Now swimming is another story all together. I simply love it and it is the only form of physical exertion that I will voluntarily indulge in.
So it came as quite a surprise to me when a few years ago, I started getting interested in watching Formula 1 racing. The maniacal speeds they drive at, the skill and precision required in the pit stops, the blaze of red as it crossed the finish line (you guessed it, I am a Ferrari fan).
At times I think it my love for fiery red car that got me interested in watching it as a race team. So I wasn’t disappointed when I saw Michael Schumacher win race after race, and clinch the championship.
Then last year Ferrari went poof! They weren’t winning, Schumacher wasn’t winning and like millions of fans over the world I started to lose interest.
This year, I am seeing the sport in a different light. I am still a Ferrari fan and am hoping to see Schumacher come back to form. But even if he doesn’t, there are quite a few drivers to look out for, and better still, at least 5 teams who are top contenders for the constructor’s championship.
To say the very least, it is going to be an interesting year ahead.
The first race is on March 12 in Bahrain… I can’t wait to see the 5 lights illuminate and go out signaling the start of the most competitive Formula 1 season I have ever seen.
A year ago, to the date, I started out thinking that I would blog everyday. I have just about managed one a week (this is my 52nd post on this blog)
