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Gazing through the Perspective Window …

I broke my seven day fast today and once my bouncing off the walls in excitement celebratory activities at the thought of being able to consume garlic and onion once again had subsided, I started to reflect once more on why fasting is so important to me on my journey of gratefulness.

People will often question me on the point of fasting and though I used to struggle on the various “religious” reasons for the abstaining of certain foods, I have come to realise that fasting is honestly a very personal struggle. I commenced this fast quite a few years ago at first to be a sympathetic communal faster with my mum, basically so she didn’t feel like she was being punished (as I saw it in my mind at the time) on her own, my own mother beginning her Navratri fasting endeavours when her mum couldn’t keep them one year as she was ill at the opportune event.

I recall inhumane pangs of scrumptious desire for seductively mouth-watering delights during my seven to eight day struggle as being a lot more severe when I started in comparison to my (almost) indifferent attitude now. Don’t get me wrong, I still rush to the fridge on Ashtami to break my fast the way a raging bull gallops towards a vibrant red cloth, my fingers clambering to get a carrot in my mouth before Bugs Bunny could possibly finish his famous rendition of “what’s up Doc?”, but I don’t feel quite as desperate any longer.

The reason for this, I believe, is my newfound enthusiasm for the concept of fasting on an individual level. This has nothing to do with any misguided Eureka cloaked Holy Grail moments or sudden knee jerking spiritual awakenings, but more with my “let’s stop and have a look around” attitude that I somehow just (fortunately) fell into.

It’s so easy for me to take what I have for granted – my latest designer-wear clothes, my 58 inch Plasma TV Set I am joined at the hip to, my gluttonous never ending need to absolutely have those pair of pumps, and all the other unquenchable satanic requirements recklessly pounding against the walls of my cranium. As simplistic as it may sound, nothing makes me comprehend the way it feels to be so close to something and not being able to have it than when I am fasting. When I can smell all the wondrously wafting, teasing aromas that weave their meticulous yet sinister paths up my nasal passages, the way tantalising shades burst their delectable splendour on my partners plates, where heavenly fragrances, tastes and textures are so close I could touch and then devour them instantly … and still so cruelly not being able to consume them.

My mother used to often recite the worn out slogan of “do you know how lucky you are to be able to eat? Do you understand that there are so many starving children out there who dream to get what you have on your plate at this very moment?” every single time I complained about what was put in front of me. Until I started fasting, I just thought it was just another one of those pesky “learn as you live, words of wisdom” moments my parents were so bent on imparting with me until I realised how true it was.

I see so many around me that are so devastatingly less fortunate and fasting twice a year reminds me of those individuals perpetually. For a few hours, I can at least sympathise (clearly not understand) but empathise with them and the turmoil they must be going through about being so close to living the way everyone’s birth right should allow for and being so cruelly locked out.

So this morning, as I broke my fast and felt my mind shamelessly flirting with the devilry vegetables encompass I once again remembered how fortunate I am to be able to put my finger on something and get it. It makes me all that more grateful for the gifts I have and to remember not to so easily dismiss those around me who eye me with what people often mistake for envious disdain but to actually see beyond our glazed looking glass of perspectives.

Wishing everyone a Happy Ashtami come Ram Naumi and may each and every one of us be blessed with all the wonders the Universe has to offer, sprinkled with just the right amount of genuine compassion and understanding :)

A Feathered Friend Imparts her Wisdom …

A beautiful bird came and sat on my ledge,

She peered into me and said, “Today, I make a pledge”

She swirled and she twirled flirtatiously,

As if to scream at me voraciously.

Be enthralled by her beauty,

Thrust into oblivion.

Behold this wondrous nature,

this splendid pavilion.

As if to question …

When I exist, how can anyone be poor?

It was only then that I felt my self soar.

100 down and still going strong …

Apparently I hit the 100th Blog Post mark yesterday and I hadn’t even noticed!

It was one of those contented surprise moments because though I hadn’t planned it, I couldn’t have picked a better topic to write about than the one I mysteriously coincidentally had. After the initial rush had subsided however, I then proceeded to think about how on earth I had even had enough ideas to write 100 random facts about.

Firstly, my sincere apologies because “vivisection” on your very valued brains is a severe understatement when I look back through some of the posts I have published along the way and secondly, it would seem that my ability to ramble has struck my keyboard as well :D

Here’s to hoping that you stick it out with me, I promise to at least try and entertain you along the way!

Image taken from Photobucket

What if I told you that you could change someone’s life with one click of your finger?

Hello my wonderful, spectacular, beautiful, brilliant, amazingly superb fellow bloggers and readers, I hope you are all having a brilliant weekend!

As some of you may have noticed, I don’t normally blog on the weekends, but I received something yesterday that I have been itching to write about since I viewed it.

It’s the Buy Someone’s Happiness campaign and I honestly believe that this extremely noble cause is enough to get anyone revved into action.

I’ve always maintained that what I love about our species is our ability to feel for each other, to love one another and care for every single human being out there, regardless of creed or race. All we have to do is open our hearts and feel with our souls! Don’t you think it’s great that with the help of technology and popular forms of media now, we can be better informed about what is happening around us, regardless of territorial borders?

I am not personally getting anything out of sharing this with you all. Well, that’s a lie. I’m experiencing that warm, fuzzy feeling you get deep in your gut. You know the kind – the type that swells and surges up into your chest, filling it with pride when you do something completely alien in concept, out of your comfort zone, just for the sake of doing it for no other reason than because it’s the right thing to do. Everyone understands it, but most importantly, you know it.

This concept has been created by Indian Actor Varun Pruthi, and you don’t need to be an Indian to feel this video. You don’t even need to understand the language to get it. You can be male, female, old, young, rich, poor – anything really. There’s just one prerequisite. You need to be human.

When I request you guys to share my stuff (if I do), I only ask to do so if you’re feeling what I write about or say/do. I’m asking you the same today.

Thanks my beautiful peeps and enjoy the rest of your weekend. I don’t know if I say this often enough, but I seriously believe I have the best-est readers out there! Love to everyone!!!

P.S. Please click on the link to watch this video otherwise it may not be counted :)

A Lover’s Promise …

“Today I can promise”,

He teased …

“But how shall I tomorrow?”

“At this game two can play”,

I appeased …

“Tomorrow most always, will follow”

One Lovely Blog Award from One Lovely Fellow Blogger …

Though I have no idea why I was nominated for this award by a very suave fellow blogger (who I am extremely grateful to for nominating me), Keep Picturing, I learnt fairly early on in life to run long and hard in the opposite direction (metaphorically and literally) when fortune strikes so … here’s me running!

Apparently, as a recipient of this lovely award, I have to bore you with seven facts about my semi interesting self (no modesty/sarcasm intended), so here goes …

1. My imaginary worlds are very real to me; they have been since they started infecting me at about six. Though bystanders looked at me with less suspicious disdain at six, their snickering and slightly fearful expressions did nothing to help me in masking my gleeful squeals of delight at what was unravelling in my mind in “real life” as I grew up – which isn’t very helpful in the dating world, but that’s another story.

2. There isn’t much that can rile me but when it does, Puff the Magic Dragon’s nostrils has nothing on the smoke that pours out of my ears when I’m seriously annoyed. I stand by the motto of live and let live, but I can’t stand bullying (predominantly because I have been severely bludgeoned by it throughout school), unfair treatment of those who have next to no voice, any discriminating behaviour that tends to end with an infamous “ism”, like racism, sexism, ageism, annoying-ism (or did I make that last one up?) and generally opening your yap when you have nothing worthwhile or nice to say. Don’t get me wrong, I am a strong advocate for freedom of speech, I just wish that the phrase had the words “socially responsible” latched on at the beginning of that statement.

3. I have been told that I am one of the best story re-tellers out there! This has nothing to do with any amazing abilities of capturing moments eloquently, or mysteriously channelling characters, but rather because if you’ve missed a television show or a movie I can make a one hour excerpt go on for double the time! I will recount everything, from the exact clothes people in the background were wearing, to when additional scenic music was playing along with the time and feelings the director (in my mind) was attempting to evoke, to meticulous dialogue parroting – the lot. Which reminds me, NO one has requested a movie/TV rendition from me lately – hmm, not sure why. I’ll have to ask around!

4. Obsessive Compulsive Disorder is part and parcel of many aspects in my life – from cleanliness, fitness, love, writing, reading, working, everything really. Though I am trying to work on it, it was only a few days ago that it dawned upon me that I was getting OCD about relaxing! I will unfortunately stress about everything, even stressing. However, I am trying to work on it, without being OCD about it. I’ll let you know how that goes.

5. I am an absolute sucker for ethical behaviour, morals, socialism and humanity. I find a human being with these values and I am like a doe eyed puppy dog forever, basically I’m hooked for life. Nothing impresses me more and I’m going to be in love with you for the rest of time. Like stalker-ish in love that is most likely going to surpass one lifetime. Sorry, but you’re just going to have to deal with it.

6. Loyalty is a MASSIVE advantage/disadvantage (depending on the circumstance I find myself embroiled in at any particular time) when it comes to my friends/family. My trust is as strong as The Great Wall of China basically. Anyone can come to me at any point in time and tell me you’re the worst thing to grace the planet since Hitler came and went but I won’t believe a word of it, unless you tell me right to my face. Even if I see you in a compromising position, I’m going to ask you straight out, but once my trust is broken, that’s it. There is NO going back. Ever. I don’t care what happens, you could be writing your truthful apology in your blood and it’s going to have no effect on me. Okay, maybe that’s pushing it. I’m going to feel queasy, take you to the hospital, send you an obligatory Get Well Soon card and then never see your face again.

7. The MOST important thing to me in my life is family. I mean, if there is anything in this World I wouldn’t think twice about laying my life on the line for, it’s for those I love. When I love you, I ADORE you – and I mean suffocatingly, woefully, painfully, torturously, obsessively, love you. However, I am slightly apprehensive of people considering this fact as a rip off from number 6 so as a bonus, I’ll admit to being unashamedly, fiercely nationalistic. Patriotism for my India is very obvious to anyone who gets to know me, even slightly. My grandfather was a Freedom Fighter against the British during the invasion, so in true spirit to the popular saying, the apple definitely doesn’t fall very far from the tree at all.

…And there you have it. Hey! Wake up, stop snoring … please ;)

Now for number 4 of the elusive rule book (below), I am going to try and nominate 15 other bloggers but unfortunately the ones I know are far too busy as celebrities in their own rights to do this … but I’ll try anyway. For those of my readers who wish to do this, consider yourself honourably invited! :D

The Risqué Rule Book:

1. You must thank the person who nominated you and include a link to their blog – Check. Thank you once again!

2. You must list the rules and display the award – Check.

3. You must list 7 facts about yourself – Check

4. You must nominate 15 other bloggers and comment on 1 of their posts to let them know they’ve been nominated – In Progress

Thanks to Christy’s wonderful French skills, I am feeling inspired, so … Au revoir mes cheries :)

I can never really grasp the idea of egomaniacs and arrog...

I can never really grasp the idea of egomaniacs and arrogance, because no matter how great you are at something, maybe even close to perfect at it, that’s just it. You’re still close to it.

This concept doesn’t deter me or bring me down, in fact, it does the complete opposite! I think it’s beautiful that there’s someone out there who is possibly a little better than me at something I do, or at least someone who is going to grace the planet in the future that will be because to me, there is nothing scarier than being stripped off the opportunity to learn more.

What I’ll kinda be telling the Higher Power when asked how my last life was …

If it’s been done before, I can do it as well, and if not...

If it’s been done before, I can do it as well, and if not – I can be the first.

What I think (eventually) every single time someone tells me I can’t do something or that it’s unlikely. Though I can’t take credit for this (can’t remember where I heard it), I like facing life with this motto ringing in my head whenever someone tries to bring me down. Have a great Monday everyone :)

 

Dear Spammers – Inappropriate “Male Part Enhancement” Conglomerates, “Blood Sucking” Telecommunication Corporations & “No Good” Energy Door Knockers …

… Can you all please collectively refrain from sending me any more “Mister” correspondences?

Okay, so my parents forbiddingly decided to name me something “unique” and “innovative” and had they known of the cross I was going to bear for the rest of my life … would have probably done nothing different, but seriously?

How does Mituri sound like a boy’s name? My daddy chose it for his daughter after meeting a Japanese comrade who called his fiancé it while working as a rookie Marketing Manager in the Middle East after discovering it meant “My Love” – how is that masculine? Granted, having met Japanese people subsequently, we have found that the name means Jade or something as mundane as green, so there is a possibility my father was smoking something a little more than his usual (at the time) Marlboro’s but I prefer the original version anyway.

Is it the Pradip (my dad’s name) after my forename? Still though, how does Mituri conjure up images of weightlifters chest bumping?

And finally, Adrianna, can you please stop spamming me with tantalising promises of dancing around your bed in impractical clothing? I’m not a guy and if that doesn’t matter, I just don’t swing that way (though, in line with the famous lines of Seinfeld – not that there’s anything wrong with that). Even though I am flattered, I do admire your persistence, it’s been 8 years and if you haven’t got the hint yet, here is a polite no but I would like to get a little of what you have. 21 for 8 years, that is an achievement.

Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go check who my dad’s supplier is. Business people, business … sheesh.

I hope you admired that shameless plug I just put in there for my corporation ;)

Have a GR8 weekend beautiful people!!!