New day. Same old start.

Some people may find monotony oddly comforting but I find it disturbing. Waking up to a brand new day only to do the same old routine is such a waste of life itself. At least that’s what I think. I have never liked being that person who had fixed time slots for every little thing but sadly, I have turned into one.

I get up, get dressed, go to work (a place where I get no appreciation for what I do & no self-satisfaction either), come home & just go to bed.
If I could, I wouldn’t blink twice before I seize the opportunity to break this lethargic routine & get away from it as far as possible.

It has always been my dream to travel all over the world. Solo or with the one I love, It didn’t matter. I just want to travel. I want to live. I want to experience things I never have before. Take risks. Meet new people. Learn about new cultures. I don’t want to reach a certain age & look back at my life with disappointment.
I want to look back & be able to tell myself that I lived.
I lived life like I wanted to and not how I needed to …

I don’t want society to decide what I am to do with my life. I don’t want anyone else other than me to do that for me.
I don’t know how and when will I be able to fulfill my dreams. Of course, I’ll work towards it rather than just yapping about it on here.

Until then, all I can do is just write my way through it..


Shopping sucks!

I hate shopping. There, I said it. Did I just fail at being a girl?
I have never really liked shopping. It’s not like I’m content with my clothes or anything. I do feel the need to buy new clothes every alternate day cause ‘I have nothing to wear’ but I just can’t go through the disappointment after each time I go shopping.
Some use it as a stress buster but for me, it is a real pain in the a&$.
Let me list out why.

-Budget issues just has to be number one. For a girl from a middle class family with high class choices, shopping sucks. You will never find something you like within your budget EVER. That’s the rule. And if you eventually do find something you like, you’ll just have to act like you never saw it after taking a look at the price tag. Sigh.1392126904671938

-So you found something you love within your price range? Yay. Now let’s see whether it fits.
BAM. You realize you’ve outgrown the size you used to wear just a month ago. Now you hate your body too. And it sucks even more if you go out with someone who has the most perfect body cause of which, any crappy thing looks good on them!


-Then comes the fashion trends. Like what is it with people wearing only sleeveless these days? Or crop tops? What about girls who don’t have toned arms or stomachs? Do they not deserve to dress up?
Come on Fashion! Why do you have to be so harsh on chubby girls?

-After going through ALL of that, when you finally find something comfortable that fits you, within your price range, you realize that it’s ‘so yesteryear’. But you end up buying it anyway & sulk each time you have to wear it cause you don’t feel pretty or fashionable enough in it.


So now you know why shopping sucks.
Had any similar experiences?
Share them with me & we can hate on shopping together.


The book that made me love reading

Throughout my childhood, I had read many Nancy drew & Hardy boys’ books but none of them had ever created an impact on me. In those days, reading wasn’t something I was passionate about. My school used to assign one book per child every year, so as to inculcate a reading habit in us. HA! As if that would have done the job.
Reading isn’t something that should be imposed upon you! It comes from within. The eagerness to read a new book. To get completely lost in the alternate universe that the book creates in your mind. It’s a different feeling altogether & no one can make you feel it. Now enough with the emotional blabber. Let me tell you about that one book which made me fall in love with reading.

Years back, while I was cleaning my cabinet, I came across this torn, kid’s adaptation of ‘Pride & Prejudice’.

I thought this cover was better than that of my torn book which doesn't have one. Picture courtesy: Google

I thought this cover was better than that of my torn book which doesn’t have one.
Picture courtesy: Google

I don’t know why & how, I just picked it up and was determined to read it. I guess it was just meant to be, you know? 😀 . Once I started reading it, I never put it down. I read and re-read it several times. I was 12 & had a hard time understanding the language even though it was toned down a bit as it was meant for children. But I never gave up. I was in awe of the era that it was set in. I read the book as if I was living it. Imagining it all around me. I was completely lost & I loved that feeling. The mannerisms of women, chivalry of men, social norms, the grand dance parties/balls.. Just about everything impressed me. The more I read it, the more I started understanding the characters & their personalities. I fell in love with each one of them (okay at least all the lovable ones). I learnt so many things from most of the characters. I tried to include them in this post but I’m such a bad writer that I couldn’t come up with a good way to write it. Yes, I suck!
Now, as for my most favorite character from the book, Mr. Darcy… Well, he holds a special place in my heart. If you think about it, Darcy isn’t your typical romantic hero. It takes time to warm up to this man. I love how Jane Austen has portrayed him like a normal guy and not some unrealistically perfect guy like many chick-lit novels do these days. He is egoistic, proud & has many other faults which makes him just like any other guy. I actually hated him when he gave that speech while proposing Elizabeth. Insulting her family while professing your love for her? What a silly thing to do! But then, aren’t all men silly? 😉 (No hard feelings guys) He was honest though. Gotta give that to him. Oh but my heart did skip a beat when he uttered those famous lines

In vain have I struggled. It will not
do. My feelings will not be repressed.
You must allow me to tell you how
ardently I admire and love you.

Even after all these years, he’s still my No. 1 fictional man ❤
So here it is. The story of my first real book & how I fell in love with reading. What is yours? 🙂