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Happy Birthday to my Best Friend

Even though today isn’t my birthday, whenever this day comes around, I feel like I’m the one who is receiving the best gift there is anywhere and everywhere!

My sister was born today and there isn’t one moment where I’m not grateful to my parents for giving me her. There is no one else on the world who I would rather spend time with, talk to, hug, laugh with, fight with … basically love, then Mayunka.

I believe we have a different variety of soul mates, and my adorable sister is definitely my main one. We’re both such inseparable anomalies as we couldn’t be more different, but more similar at the same time. Our personalities are like chalk and cheese – I’m a thinker, she’s the yapper, I’m the quiet one, she’s the one that rocks a party, I blend into the background, she’s a head turner, I’m the shy one, she’s the flamboyant one, I write my thoughts, she is outspoken … the list goes on really. In the end however, we agree on all the things that matter, the politics, what humanity is about, morality, the importance of loyalty and so much more.

Mayunka is my rock. The reason for my sanity, why I don’t slit my wrists half the time – the one that makes me see the rainbow on the horizon when darkness threatens to overpower me, my light at the end of the dark tunnel when I am about to succumb to all the nonsensical turmoil, my lifeline when I need one most.

My confidant, my secret keeper, my inspiration, most importantly one of the three reasons I house for continuing to live and exist.

People will often tell you money, food, shelter, clothing, the latest fashion accessories make life liveable but my sister makes life enjoyably worth it.

So this is to my best friend ever. I pray you’re my sister in every life time and I love you so much more than words or anything but raw emotion could express.

Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear MAYUNKA!!! Happy Birthday to you!!! xoxo

What I’m grateful for today …

…That Toucan Sam makes Kellogg’s Froot-Loops as divinely scrumptious as he does. Every time I bite into those crunchy, colourful, adorable cylinder edible versions of mini heaven, I’m happily content (while being revved naturally) for the entire day! :)

Someone once told me they wanted to make their place on t...

Someone once told me they wanted to make their place on the planet.

I told them that if they existed, they already had a place on the planet.

So this friend proceeded to explain in that monotone voice your kindergarten teacher would often exploit to make you understand a seemingly mundane concept that they meant they wanted to be better than the rest.

“Ah”, I said, their meaning gaining clarity. “There’s your problem. You’re so focussed on being better than everyone else you forget to try to be the best YOU can be!”

You will tend to find that if you stop competing with others and try to be the best you can be, you win the battle before you know you are in combat, so here’s to all of us trying to be the best we can be as human beings :)

I’m baaacccckkkk!

Hello my lovely fellow blog enthusiasts!

Hope you are all wonderful and well. I just got back from our amazingly spectacular interstate escapade with my gorgeous sis Mayunka and we had the time of our lives!

We went to see the great night show of the Italian Masterpieces Art Exhibition at the National Gallery of Victoria which was awe-inspiringly jaw dropping, being the lucky few to have ever witnessed these great masterpieces in the World only made the entire event that more tantalising!

Then we had the shopping adventures that were naturally, a focal point of our whole trip, but by far, the best time we had together was jogging along Melbourne’s famous Yarra River, we definitely looked like locals then :p

Shared some great food at restaurants that were open till 3am the next morning and walked till our feet screamed in agony at being tortured as unfairly as they were. Had some fresh, hot donuts & crepes at one of the many popular street food stalls and generally laughed and frolicked like there was no tomorrow – exactly the way a holiday should be, wouldn’t you agree?

Anyway, it’s good to be home, as always! Looking forward to reading some of your wonderful posts I have missed over the last couple of days, See you around :)

 

 

I’m going MIA …

I wanted to entitle this post as MIWIHTBFA (Missing In What I Hope To Be Frigging Awesomeness), but the Anti-Acronym App I have installed on my computer started having a minor breakdown erupting into a potential earthquake, so I had to settle for Missing in Awesomeness instead!

Just to keep you all in the loop, I thought I’d let you all know that I’m going to be away from my computer and the internet till the end of the week (I have already chewed my nails to the cuticles in nervous anxiety).

So you all get a reprieve even though I am going to be missing you guys immensely, promise me you’ll miss me too, okay? Or at least, pretend ;)

I’ll be travelling interstate with my amazing, coolest in the whole wide world, sister, Mayunka and will take heaps of photographs.

I may even consider posting some up here (if they score low on the ugliness barometer and my camera doesn’t explode in its self-destruction a.k.a saving reputation mode).

Most Importantly, to all my Indian friends – Swatantra Diwas ke hardik shubhkamnaiye for the 15/08/2014. Proud to be Indian!



Have heaps of fun and as always, take care!

Life is like a Kaleidoscope, a juxtaposition of a variety...

Life is like a Kaleidoscope, a juxtaposition of a variety of colours, shades and frenzied madness. Though we may not always get it, more often than not, it still takes your breath away :)

The one thing I love most about my multitude of friends f...

The one thing I love most about my multitude of friends from different backgrounds is how we take pride in sharing our similarities and enjoy experiencing each other’s differences.

Show you care …

Because sharing is caring, I was hoping that you guys could share the calories I picked up along the way from that scrumptious peanut coated Cornetto I just finished, so I don’t have to layer up in this freezing cold to jog around the block?

Oh come on, show me you care already!

To shower you with my gratitude, I’ll even treat my body to another one. Caramel fudge anyone?

Dear Racist … I Love You, Man

Nope, you read the title right. I love racists.

Now, before you start slamming tomatoes at your computer screen, just hear me out. I really do love racists, they’ve played a massive part in my life and I’ve learnt a lot from the bigoted comments sometimes casually, sometimes not so carelessly, thrown my way.

I owe many life lessons to the racist encounters I’ve lived through, and no doubt will after this post is posted. I was a late bloomer when it comes to experiencing racism, I was eight years old (at least I wasn’t in the double digits, because that would have just been embarrassing!) and I could hardly blame the twelve year old bully who let her tirade loose on me.

I mean I was obviously unaware back in the day that school benches were reserved as “White Only” at lunch time and my massive confusion only seemed to incense her more. To top it all, my British accent (gained as a result of being schooled at the British Continental School in Jeddah), my Middle Eastern upbringing till that time, my Indian heritage, and my new found status as a fresh Australian citizen would have served to do anyone’s head in, least of all a prepubescent blonde, blue eyed poster child Aussie schoolgirl.

I went home, told my mum about my unusual encounter enthused with wondrous enthusiasm at only just realising skin colour differed, and oh my gosh, actually mattered on the planet, who promptly reprimanded me for relenting and told me if I did it again, I wouldn’t be let in the front door, or the side one for that matter.

Now this set me straight because clearly no racist bashing (emotionally or physically), could ever compare to an Indian mother’s scolding which unfairly always boils down to a hunger strike and if any of you have been reading up about me, you know that there could be no possible worst punishment than starvation for my poor undernourished body (I wish!)

So lo and behold, lunch time came around again the next day and as humans are such boring creatures of habit, my new found bane of my existence told me to vacate the seat (which was another bench by the way, as I had attempted for the past week to find one that suited my skin tone). I told her “No”, she said “What?”, so I repeated again, only slower, making a mental check to clarify that the national language of Australia was in fact English.

Turns out it was, because she simply shrugged her shoulders and never bothered me again.
I burrowed my brows in uncertainty thinking if all life’s battles were that easy, I was going to be cruising my roller coaster ride, and then proceeded to devour my half-finished sandwich.

Racism can also be very funny, like the time a Southern Italian yelled at me to go back to where I came from. In Australia? I asked him to repeat his sentence because I was absolutely certain I had heard him wrong which only frustrated him more to yell it out.

I was happy because I’d saved on my healthcare to go check my hearing and left him quietly at his disposal. Not because I was afraid or had nothing to say, because as I am sure you all know by now, I definitely have a motor mouth, but because I thought it was cruel to harm anyone with such a humungous case of an Identity crisis.

This finally brings me to why I love racists as much as I do – because I owe a part of my appreciation and love for everything that makes me to them. People often naively believe that racism will push the victim into being ashamed of their heritage, but often (not always unfortunately) the exact opposite happens!

Racist encounters make me feel more proud of who I am and just more pitiful about the close-mindedness of those who inflict hateful comments and activities on people who are happy, that’s right – happy and content in their lives.

No matter how much I exercise my cranium, I sincerely believe that anyone who has the time and energy to hate can’t possibly be happy, because they’re expending so much wasted effort on just that, hate.

So, to all the Racists out there, I’d like to give you some happiness and thank you from the bottom of my heart for making me stronger, happier, healthier and proud. I love you, man :)

You know how everyone constantly says life sux?Yeah wel...

You know how everyone constantly says life sux?

Yeah well sometimes, it just doesn’t.