• The courage to be free


    “I’ve never had the courage to…”

    I am one of the lucky people in this world who’ve never really had to struggle for anything. At least that’s what most people think. But before I attract the evil eye, let me tell you that things have not always been easy and they are not what they seem. While my struggles may seem trivial, they have been there, but what makes them seem insignificant is largely due to the fact that I have been lucky to have been brought up by a mother who always thought nothing is impossible and by a father who always thought that nothing really was good enough. These two philosophies have shaped my own attitude that everything has an end.  If you have this attitude in life, nothing becomes impossible and everything is good enough and every thing seems easy to do or bear.

    There are many things I’ve managed to do thanks to the encouragement I’ve got from the people around me but there are also many things I’ve never had the courage to do. If I really could, I would

    • do just what I wanted, meet the people I wanted, whenever I wanted to : I am a firm believer in John Donne’s statement that No Man is an Island – and that we all have to live in a society that is both accepting and restrictive. We cannot live insular lives in our own little cocoons so there are many times we have to do things that we don’t really want to do such as being nice to Mr. Grumpy, travelling in the same lift as Mr. Bringer of Bad Luck  (yes I know this is irrational but!)
    • tell people exactly what I think of them : Being brought up to be polite and as an offshoot of wanting to be part of a society, we all have to be nice to most people we meet. There are so many times when I feel like telling someone – Hey you are a crashing bore- Or I think you are a stingy old miser – Or you are the most self opiniated person I’ve ever seen – Or I just want you to stay far away from me.
    • jump from a cliff or dive into the water or leap out of a plane: Adventure sports freak me out. Just the thought of sliding down a slope makes my stomach churn and as for sailing in the open sea, diving into a swimming pool, jumping off a height – forget it. I’ve never had the courage to even think of trying them.
    • travel all alone : I always admire people who go back packing. It seems so very brave to wander around the world in places where you don’t know a soul and where you probably are unable to communicate. How do these people do it? I wonder how they know which SIM card to buy? which inn keeper to trust? which road to take? 
    Indeed these are just some of the things I don’t have the courage to do………….

    This is a Finish The Sentence Friday post. And a free-writing exercise. Co-hosted  by Vidya Sury Finish the Sentence Friday  with Tarana at Sand in My Toes (and our sentence thinker upper) and Kristi at Finding Ninee
    Finish the Sentence Friday is a lovely blog hop where we have a prompt – and where writers come together and post endings to the current sentence. This week’s is “I’ve never had the courage to…”
    Write your post and link up here!

  • After last week’s brilliant sunrises, I was terribly disappointed to find my Mumbai cast in a pall of grey smog. Without even the slightest chill, it’s gloomy and grey almost like a monsoon day. I do hope this smog clears up else we’ll be having a winter of coughs and colds.

    A brilliant swirl of pink and gold

    Feel the glow of the morning sun

    A glorious sunrise

    And today a sky that’s grey and glum

    My city’s vanished in the smog!

    You know it’s winter in Mumbai when you see

    • red carrots in the market
    • Tibetan Sweater sellers on the road
    • young girls wearing scarves
    • the city drowns in smog

    I’m linking this post to Skywatch Friday which has some amazing skies from round the world.

  • No beard for this hubby

    English: Thomas Nast's most famous drawing, &q...
    Thomas Nast’s most famous drawing, “Merry Old Santa Claus”,
    from the January 1, 1881 edition of Harper’s Weekly. 
     (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
    The only bearded man I like is Santa Claus- partly because he
    is fat and jolly and says Ho, Ho, Ho; and partly because he only exists in
    Department stores and Christmas parties where he hands out presents . Bearded
    men always fill me with a certain dread – looking scruffy and unkempt and if
    they are big and well built, appear menacingly scary. Many years ago, my husband decided
    that he needed a break from routine and decided to stop  shaving on the weekend. Many women welcome this
    break and the stubble that can tickle but not me. But before I knew it, the weekend
    stubble became a daily growth till finally it grew into a full fledged beard.

    At first it didn’t matter because a beard was less poky than
    a stubble and somehow the added hair gave Hubby Dear an air of distinction
    especially when he stroked it for effect (while he was thinking).  He would spend hours grooming it, combing it,
    trimming it, while his razor collected grime and grunge with non-use. And the
    beard kept on  growing  till it became a coffee filter that needed to
    be cleaned after each cup of coffee. Of course my protests were ignored with
    practiced ease till one day we were walking and Hubby Dear had a strong desire
    to pee.  With a bathroom nowhere in
    sight, he decided to approach the petrol pump of which we were esteemed clients
    with an account that ran into thousands each month. My husband went to the
    back, to use the Staff Toilet but was shooed off like a criminal because he was
    mistaken for a Khalistani terrorist! Needless to say when we went home that
    night, out came the razor and off came the beard and I regained my husband –
    beardless once more!

    This post is a part of #WillYouShave activity at BlogAdda in association with Gillette

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