I’m Still Weird Because

Another day! Another post!

This one inspired by Nabanitas post that had me chuckling.

I am optimistic this isn’t the last of, ‘how weird I am revelations’ and i have a feeling i shall be topping the list. Frequently.
Here goes!


I have borderline OCD, which means I am always tempted to straighten frames hung askew, or even a wee bit off, smoothen bed sheets or tablecloths, align furniture and footwear…you get the picture right? And all this in other peoples homes, hotel rooms and restaurants. And I have done it too.
I don’t drive. I have lost hope I ever will.
I hate anyone sitting on my bed once I’ve made it.
I bitch and moan to Mum about my siblings and the moment she agrees with something against them, a fire-breathing dragon has nothing on me! Mum has wisely learnt to just listen. Because she is not weird.
When I hang my clothes out to dry they have to be in ascending order, with the corners meeting.
I still ask people their star signs, and judge them accordingly in my mind.
I dislike drinking water from a glass, I have to swig it from the bottle to quench my thirst.
I could eat ice cream for breakfast, lunch, dinner and in between too. Add cookies to that and I am in heaven. Except Chocolate ice cream.
Papaya is my most favorite fruit.
When I am angry I turn even more polite and soft spoken. The angrier I am the more soft spoken I get. If my whisper is illegible, you should be running. Fast.
I dislike people asking to use my hairbrush, towels etc. If I am forced to share, I never use them again.
When I am really pissed with The Husband I use endearments to address him. Through gritted teeth.

I abhor people mispronouncing or abbreviating my name.

I have no idea how, but I have this habit of getting locked up in bathrooms.
I still gawk when a see a woman smoking.
I hate eating alone. I have sometimes skipped a meal because I was all by myself.
I love watching movies alone.
I enjoy people watching, and sometimes get so engrossed in doing so I may come across as a crazy stalker.

I file away quirks I see in people, and they turn up as a character in some story.

This post is part of the Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with BlogChatter

Day 7


10 things I do when The Husband is out of town!

       

On a blog hopping spree I came across Geetikas fun postreading through which I found many           similarities, and the topic for my next post!:)

      10 things I do when The Husband is out of town!
            1) Vegetate. Completely and shamelessly.
As calm as a meditating monk or as indolent as a sloth, take your pick as long as you get the picture!:)
2) Don’t clean the house and mess it up further!
The house looks very unlike mine usually does. What never fails to surprise me is that even my borderline-OCD self approves! 
3) No TV. At all.
Ah!  The peace! 
4) No talking 
…as only whatsapp and twitter and fb, the whole day! Joy!
5) Sleep early. Or late. Or not at all…
      …if there is an interesting book begging to be read!
6) No menu planning!
      If there is anything I hate more than I hate cooking, it has to be wondering what to cook! 
      Just thinking about ‘What to make for breakfast/lunch/dinner’ kills me!
7)Window shop and wander about
      …or go watch a film, alone!
8) Eat cereal for dinner
      …and a PBJ sandwich for lunch!

      9) Enjoy the silence…
      …of an empty house. Till it starts freaking me out, at least!
10) Miss him!
      It’s all fun for a maximum of 3 days, after which I want my Husband back!

This post is part of the Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with BlogChatter

Day 6




A to Z: All that you wanted to know, but were afraid to ask :)

Tags are awesome! They act as the perfect fillers when you want to write, but have no idea what to write. 
So when I saw this tag on follow blogger, Shalini’s page I knew I had to do it!:) 
Do take it on if you wish to, it’s so much fun!:)

The A-Z of me!

A. Age :  …is just a number!

B. Biggest fear : ...is that all of them will come true!

C. Current time : …is the right time!

D. Drink you last had : …vampire blood! Gotcha! Just a boring cup of tea.

E. Every day starts with : …checking Whatsapp/fb/Twitter 🙂

F. Favourite Song : …the title song from the film, ‘Kal Ho Na Ho’

G. Ghosts – Are they real? : …I wouldn’t know, I find people scarier!

H. Hometown : Bombay!

I. In love with : Myself!

J. Jealous of : …nothing and no one!

K. Killed someone : …not yet!:) Psstttttt….wish to though!


L. Last time you cried : …why must you know EVERYTHING?

M. Middle Name : …supercalifragilistic!

N. Number of siblings : 2


O. One wish : …why this austerity? They usually come in a trio, right?:)

P. Person you last called : …The Husband.

Q. Question you’re always asked : …is, ‘Are you a Bengali/Malayalee?’ (No one believes I am a Punjabi)

R. Reason to smile : …because I have a damn good one!

S. Sounds that annoy you : …certain people breathing (wicked! wicked!;))))

T. Time you woke up : 6 am

U. Underwear colour : All you need to know is that I wear mine on the inside, unlike Superman!

W. Worst habit : …borderline OCD

V. Vacation Destination : Big list. Need 
sponsors. 

X. X-rays you last had : What’s next? Blood reports?

Y. Your Favourite Food : Pizza, anytime. Pasta, every time.


Z. Zodiac Sign : Gemini

This post is part of the Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with BlogChatter

Day 5


Book Review – Dying To Be Me by Anita Moorjani




Each of us has grown up listening to, believing in and following certain ideologies which have been passed onto us from our parents, our religions, our cultures and later got firmly entrenched into our being from our experiences. More often than not we’ve followed these without questioning them or continued following them even after not getting satisfactory answers when questioned.
The concept of heaven and hell and karma has been dominant in almost every religion and culture and most people fear it which leads them to believe it, thus making fear and anxiety the triggers that lead us to make most decisions, whether we are convinced of them or not.
Cancer ate through author Anita Moorjani’s body till she slipped into a coma. After which she experienced a sense of being that was beautiful, and where she was given a choice to come back to the living world, or not.
She chose to come back and share with the world a story that may seem amazing and unbelievable.
After her Near Death Experience (NDE) Moorjani was completely cured, astounding doctors who were working on her and delighting her family who were glad to have her back.
‘Dying To Be Me’, was recommended to me by a friend. As I read through, I initially scoffed at Moorjanis experience, but as I continued reading, patiently and keeping all judgement aside, I realized that I found the answers to a lot of questions that had been unanswered for a few years now.
I would like to admit, this book seemed very emotionally overwhelming in places, so much so that I needed to keep it aside for a bit, compose myself and resume reading it. 

The question this book made me ask myself was, if we’ve believed, and continued believing ideologies fed to us without any proof of their claims, why not believe someone who has proof of coming back to life and healing herself? 
It helps that Moorjani uses a neutral narrative, not putting down any religion or perspective and/or propping up her own instead and only shares her experience, her insights and the results of the changes she made in her life post her NDE, all which seem practical and achievable. The simple writing makes it an easy read, and reading it felt like I was listening to a friend.

Each of us who reads this book would experience it differently.  There is one thing I would say though, if you don’t/didn’t connect to it, it probably is not yet your time to, and quoting a well known line also used in the book, ‘The master will appear when the student is ready.’

This post is part of the Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with BlogChatter 
Day 4