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AGE

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I have grown up thinking that I should have achieved so and so by a particular age. Somehow, I personally connected age to my aims and achievements. If I didn’t achieve a particular thing/aim by a certain age, I deemed myself a failure. I was tough on myself.

I would look at other people my age, mostly celebrities and feel bad. They had their own house (or houses), were taking care of themselves and their families, paying their own bills, handling their own accounts, travelling to exotic locales for vacations, wearing exquisite creations and also, working hard at their jobs, whether it was in the Sport or Entertainment industry.

It took me awhile to understand that everyone doesn’t work at the same pace. That all jobs don’t get the same amount of respect or payment, that every job has different demands. And the most important, everyone works on their own clock.

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As rightly said by Satchel Paige,

“Age is a case of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”

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True, I may not have a house to my name yet, and I haven’t travelled much and I haven’t worn expensive designer dresses. But I have been working successfully as a teacher for the past four years, I am financially independent, can afford good quality essentials and can take care of myself and my family. I actually know the basics of banking and am paying my own bills. I am also saving money for a rainy day.

I think I have achieved quite a lot. If I compare myself with successful celebrities who are born in the same year as me, I am bound to feel sad.

Sure, they are super rich now and are known all over the world, but they will be constantly afraid that they can’t maintain the lifestyle, paparazzi follows them everywhere, and they are not allowed to have a bad hair day, they are role models for their younger fans and cannot afford to slip up and if they are super wealthy at fifteen, what kind of a childhood did they have?

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I am not demeaning anyone here, myself or the celebrities. In fact, the point that I am trying to make here is, in order to gain something, you need to lose something. You just need to be ready to make necessary sacrifices and adjustments. If you are lucky enough to choose and follow your dream (it could be a career, or it could be ‘family’ or it could be travelling all over the world) then you need to work hard to achieve it. Nothing can be achieved without hard work. And the grass always looks greener on the other side.

What about those people who share their birth year with me and are not as fortunate as me? What then?

What will they say? It’s all in your perspective. For some, age may just be a number. For others, age may be a motivating factor to achieve something. For still others, age may bring in maturity, decision making capacity and a handle on their emotions.

Yes, it’s very easy to say, “Look at her, she’s 25! She’s so mature and independent. She’s taking care of her two little girls so well. What are you doing?”

I’ll reply, “Umm…nothing. She’s great, I totally agree. But we are both different individuals, happy in our own respective spaces. So, please don’t compare us with one another.”

Comparison should lead to a healthy competition and better results, not people and feelings getting hurt.

I have finally stopped comparing myself with others, irrespective of their age or mine. It’s merely a very effective way of making myself upset; as if there aren’t other factors doing exactly that.

I am going to end with this beautiful Maya Angelou quote,

“Most people don’t grow up. Most people age. They find parking spaces, honor their credit cards, get married, have children, and call that maturity. What that is, is age.”

 

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Happy Birthday Taylor!!

Today is the 27th birthday of global phenomenon and pop star Taylor Swift! I am proud to call myself her fan, or rather a ‘Swiftie’ as that’s how fans of the singing sensation refer to themselves. Last year, this time, I had forgotten her birthday and felt really upset about it. I was writing an article listing her songs from her last album, ‘1989’, according to my own personal order of favourites. I never finished that article. I was so angry with myself.

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So this time, I decided that I had to be prepared. I know that not many readers go through my blog, but this is the place where I express myself. This is the best platform to wish Taylor and write about my love for her. Maybe someday she will chance upon it! And till then, I can connect with other Swifties!

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I first heard of Taylor when a friend introduced me to the ‘Jonas Brothers’ (back when the brothers worked together). She was a huge fan of Joe Jonas, the middle brother. She still is. I started listening to their songs and even noticed a guy in college who looked exactly like Joe! (I went up and told him that too, in the presence of his girlfriend! But that’s for another article.)

One day, I was sitting in my college library, reading the entertainment section of the local newspaper. That’s when I saw Taylor. Her picture was printed along with an article about her relationship with Joe, or rather his sad dumping of her through a text. Now, I had heard a lot about Taylor, from the same friend, though I hadn’t seen how she looked or heard any of her songs. When I read that article, I immediately called up my friend and had a long conversation. Even my friend was upset about Joe’s behavior.

I didn’t forget Taylor after that. Her picture stayed in my mind. She was dressed in a black dress with loads of bracelets on one hand, smiling generously at the camera and striking a pose. I didn’t get the exact picture, but this one is from the same photo shoot.

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Sometime later, I was surfing the music channels and I caught the end of the video of Taylor’s brand new hit ‘Love Story’. I recognized her and saw the video till the end. I liked what I saw. After that, I was always on the lookout for the song to be played again. Its tune was stuck in my mind and I hadn’t even seen or heard the entire song!

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When I finally caught the song, it had already reached number one in the ‘Top Ten’ programme, I saw it from the start to the finish. I absolutely loved it! Who was this Taylor Swift? She was insanely talented. I put her name to the ‘Artist to be remembered’ list in my head. The next song that I heard was ‘Teardrops on my guitar’. (It was not a new song but it was the second Taylor Swift song that I heard.) That sealed the deal. I was officially in love with Taylor Swift. And then I found out that she writes her own songs! I was super impressed! I have always been fascinated with people who have the unique talent of writing, whether they write books, articles, short stories, poems or songs. And this girl wrote such melodious songs and sang them with such aplomb!

By now, I had completely forgotten about Joe Jonas. I began searching for her songs online and loved every single one of them! I started listening to Love Story, Teardrops on my Guitar, Hey Stephen, The Story of US, Fearless, White Horse, You belong with me, Fifteen, Breathe, The way I loved you, Forever and Always, I’d Lie, Crazier, Stay Beautiful, The Best Day, Mean, Ours, Our Song and Mary’s song every day.

I didn’t become a Swiftie immediately. It was her fourth studio album, ‘Red’ that made me her super fan; her transformation in the music videos, the flashing red lipstick, the new haircut, the flowy dresses and the cute shorts! I was in love with everything! Her ability to write her feelings in such catchy songs sucked me in. There were discussions about which song was aimed at which ex-boyfriend of hers. I didn’t join in the discussions but I was definitely intrigued. If I had such lyrical talent, I would be writing about everything! From my fantasies about my high profile crushes, my family life, my friends and my dreams and my opinions on so many things….this girl could write so well, why shouldn’t she write?

By this point, I was reading articles about her online, listening to ‘Red’ every single day and following her on Facebook and Twitter. I thought it was Joe’s loss that he was no longer with Taylor. I was inspired by her quotes and thoughts and read up on her struggle as a new singer-songwriter and how her parents supported her by shifting to Nashville, how she never gave up on her dream…

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The reason that I love her music is that I connect to it. More so, because she writes her own songs, is incredibly good at it and paints such a clear picture in all her songs. She has had her fair share of struggle, dropping demo CD’s outside record producers homes and persuading her parents to shift base to let her try her hand at her dreams. True, she is now mega successful, as today’s definition of success is decided using the parameters of fame and money, but there are tons of stories about her kindness towards fans (1989 Secret Sessions), fellow singers (she invited them for her concerts and sang their songs!) and animals. She is a proud cat owner, or should I say CATS owner as she has two cats- Meredith and Olivia. Yes, I know the names of her cats, that’s how crazy I am.

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I may not have been in a single romantic relationship but I understand it when she sings ‘Once upon a time, a few mistakes ago’ (I Knew you were Trouble) or ‘Can you feel the magic in the air? It must have been the way you kissed me’ (Today was a fairy tale), ‘I can’t breathe without you, but I have to’ (Breathe), ‘and there he goes, so perfectly… the kind of flawless I wish I could be’ (Teardrops on my guitar), ‘My god, if I could only say, “I’m holding every breath for you” (I’d lie), ‘All those other girls- well, they are beautiful…but would they write a song for you?’ (Hey Stephen), ‘Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you’ (Red)…..I could go on…. All her songs are not based on romantic relationships, some are for friends, parents, life, new beginnings….she writes so well!

It’s only because of her that I attempted songwriting…and I think that I have written two of my best songs already! Hopefully, some professional singer may even actually croon them!

Unbelievably, I still have to listen to some Taylor Swift songs. Yes, as a Swiftie, I should know ALL her songs word by word, but there is a pleasure in knowing that there is a Taylor Swift song that I haven’t heard. As a fellow Swiftie tweeted recently, ‘Listening to a Taylor Swift song for the first time is a very precious experience’! That’s because after that the song is always on a loop! My list includes Enchanted, Innocent, Speak Now, Dear John, Better than Revenge, Haunted, Long Live.

Somehow I feel like it’s my best friend’s birthday today! She has inspired me, made me feel strong, brought a smile on my face, made me cry (each time I watch the video of New Romantics, I’m crying…and crying..) and turned my bad day completely around! I adore her!

It is her birthday today but she is the one who gave us, her fans; a superb gift. Her new single, ‘I Don’t Want to Live Forever’ in collaboration with Zayn Malik is the newest number one song in over 45 countries (the last time I checked). It has been originally composed for the movie ‘Fifty Shades Darker’ and is co-written by Swift. It is an amazing track that fits the storyline of the movie to the T. The internet saw a frenzy when this surprise collaboration dropped on 8th December. First, Taylor hasn’t released any new song since her last album in October 2014 and fans are impatiently waiting for new music from her. Second, Zayn is hot property on the pop market. He was the first one to break form the hugely successful boy band ‘One Direction’ to go solo. He’s dating Gigi Hadid, a supermodel and one of Taylor’s BFF’s, also his former bandmate, Harry Styles and Taylor used to date. Third, the song is a part of the eagerly awaited soundtrack of the ‘Fifty Shades’ film franchise. It is the first official song to be released.

There was no hint that this was happening. When two of pop music’s biggest names collaborate to create a song for a highly anticipated movie sequel, this is what happens.

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But the best part? The song is insanely addictive. I already have it on loop and am listening to it as I am writing. Taylor functions under such huge pressure. Sure, both their names will sell the single. But to skyrocket to number one in so many countries and to stay there, you need sheer talent. This is the first time I closely heard Zayn’s breathy vocals. Sure, I had heard and loved One Direction, but I am not a Directioner, so I was never able to distinguish one’s voice form another. And I have heard three solo songs of Zayn till now, which impressed me but I am not a fan. But this song is IT. Zayn has killed it in this song! This is going to work the other way too. All of Zayn’s fans will adore Taylor’s vocals in it. They must be super fans of Zayn and admirers of Taylor, after this song, they will be on their way to being a Swiftie.

Taylor is smart and knows how to conduct business. She may not have a college degree but she sure uses her brains well. Apart from killer writing skills, she’s tried her hand at Fashion, Acting and is a brand ambassador for many important products. She earns from advertisements and has even trademarked her fabulous lyrics!

She’s donated millions to charity and is vocal about many issues. She’s a loyal friend, just check out the video of ‘Bad Blood’ which is filled with her girl squad. Count me in too!

I may never be her friend though, as I am too much of a fan. I would love to be part of her Secret Sessions that she had with selected fans, letting them hear her new music first. I would also love to receive her ‘Swiftmas’ packages which are personalized and make fans cry. But what I would really love is to attend her live concert once in my life. Now this will happen if I save diligently and travel to where her concert is taking place. Or it may happen if Taylor decides to include India in her ‘World’ tour. I am hoping that this happens. Soon!

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Till then, I am happy listening to all her songs, reading about her, praying for her, following her life on social networking sites and loving her!

I am a proud Swiftie!

Happy wala birthday Tay! I love you to the moon and back!

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Time – The Magician

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Time always finds a way to heal. I knew this. But it struck me suddenly just a few days ago.
I was returning home from work when I came across the usual garden that I pass everyday on my journey. This garden had earned the label, ‘The Fountain Garden’, because of having a huge fountain (now dysfunctional) in the centre. It is a huge garden, actually more like a park; or rather two.
Two parks joined midway by the fountain. I don’t know. I suck at such descriptions. I hope that you can imagine a park in your head when you read this. (I will try and get a picture for further help.)
Anyway, both the parks had kind of become the football ground for the boys of my colony. Boys of all ages who loved football would play here. Soon, the park started losing its grass. It started resembling a drought land. The constant friction of the ball being kicked to and fro only added to its slow demise as a green garden. This went on for a while, and continued for years.
Batches of boys grew up and left the colony for higher ambitions- a job, education, marriage. The colony Maintenance Panel finally put up a Notice banning the playing of any form of games in and around the garden. Games such as Badminton, Hide and Seek and simple running games like Catching cook were not allowed. A huge board with strict instructions was erected outside the garden, bold white letters on a bright blue background. This happened a little over a year ago.

The current group of Messi’s was allocated a special ground for the express purpose of playing football.
What did I see that I am telling you all this?
I saw the green garden back! Two parks spread in a carpet of glorious green! It was beautiful! I stood wonderstruck, staring at the grass on both the sides of the fountain. When had this happened? How had I not noticed this before?
I was so used to passing by the bald gardens that I hardly ever looked up form my mobile phone. We are all this way. We are wounded creatures. And we wallow in our wounds for a long time.
When we, humans, finally decide to poke our heads out of the wallowing, a miracle awaits us.
It is just the result of the wonderful combination of precaution (once bitten, twice shy, of course, you are going to be careful once you learn a lesson the hard way) effort (just a little bit helps us a long way) nature (seriously, there is so much so learn from this Goddess) and the most important of all – TIME!
Time truly has the healing power. Let’s go back to my garden. With a little bit of precaution (no more football), effort (gardeners must have pitched in) nature (she always does her job well) and time, the glorious was back in the green.
I learned a life lesson that day. Apart from always observing the surroundings and not always be phone stuck, I learned that we should let time do its thing. It works its magic every time.
I visit the garden regularly now; notice it every day in my journey, now I just wish that time will do its magic on the defunct fountain. It will help the green stay green.
After time has worked its magic, it’s up to us to continue the sparks. This time, I am going to pitch in.
As I finish writing, I’ll be on my way to the Colony Maintenance Board’s office to have a word with them. Praise them for their efforts and get the fountain working again.
So, of course, I’ll be back after some time to update you on my progress. Or maybe I will just use that phone of mine and let you know.

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World Housewife Day

 

this“Today is ‘World Music day,” I tell my mother.

“Every day is some or the other day. I wonder if there is a ‘World Housewife day’. Then I could relax,” my mother replies.

That gets me thinking. The moment I am free, I look it up on Google. There is a ‘Housewife Day’! It is celebrated every year on the 3rd of November.

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Its history is sketchy. I did find quotes, blog articles and a little background on the same. It is said to have been created by “an actual housewife as a result of feeling a bit jaded or not fully appreciated.” I am quoting the website here. And I completely agree. Housewives do feel jaded and not-at-all appreciated. They have just got a fancy new name in the form of ‘Homemaker’ but their work, status and the ‘she’s a housewife because she can’t do anything else’ attitude is still intact.

I have seen the amount of hard work my mother puts in. How she has raised us, me and my brother, to be good citizens, better human beings and best at whatever we do. Her unlimited support in the form of volunteering to take charge of nearly twenty girls for my school annual day dance (when I was a student) or waking up at 5 to prepare the tiffin has instilled the feeling of security and confidence in me. These feelings are going to last me a lifetime.

I remember in school, when a friend would refuse to share her food the day her working mother would prepare her lunch. She would eat it with a crazy passion. That would have been another thrill, I guess, when every day the food is prepared by the maid or the grandmother. But somehow, I understood my friend’s feeling. Her mother didn’t do it every day. Ours did.

And in those days, having a working mother was a rarity while today, it’s the exact opposite.

But, a ‘housewife’ has somehow become associated with someone who has no specific talents or special skills. She is looked upon as someone who can ‘adjust’ or ‘manage’ in a stipulated income (which, if I may point out, is a “Special Skill”. Every girl has BIG dreams. And she, the housewife, sacrifices them all, without blinking. Who does that?) Someone, whose only aim is to produce, raise and mollycoddle tons of babies, be the ‘perfect’ wife, the ‘ideal’ daughter-in-law, the ‘always ready’ mother. She has to forget that she used to be someone’s daughter before her roles changed.

Earlier, women didn’t get a chance to be educated or go out in the workplace, outside the four walls of their home. They were taught everything they needed to make their new house a comfortable ‘home’. And they did just that. They excelled in what they were taught and passed on their knowledge. They learned so much ‘on the job’ and through their varied experiences. They helped their husbands in their job, helped their kids in their homework, helped organise countless events and do a thousand things at the same time, multi-tasking effortlessly. I guess women were always good at that.

They play the role of the ‘Superwoman’ today.

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Working strenuously at their jobs and managing the home and its responsibilities, excelling at both. Of course, they may not do it single handedly, often taking the help of their mothers or mothers-in-law, who were and are ‘housewives’.

So, ‘Housewives’ not only support their men but also encourage other women to change the world. In fact, housewives change the world!

There are reality shows today on the lives of housewives. I don’t know how ‘Real’ they are. But the point is; housewives RULE the world. So they do not need one measly day to celebrate their greatness when they do it for us all year around.

I have heard my working aunts look down on my mother because she was a Housewife and an excellent one at that. She actually loved keeping house. These aunts justified her unbridled enthusiasm and spotless house to “having plenty of time”. Trust me when I say this, she did not and still does not have any time. She makes time. The biggest lesson that any successful person will tell you: time management. And housewives excel at it. They are hardworking individuals who deserve respect, equal status with all working men and women and a big change in everyone’s attitude towards them.

When I tell my mother about the day, she asks me the date. I reply, “3rd November”. She comments, “Bang in the middle of Diwali!”

I didn’t even think of that! Diwali and November are both far away. That’s second term of school for me. And I’m just in the second week of the new academic year. I’m a working woman. And I don’t plan that far, but housewives? Ask them any question and they have a ready answer.

My mom? Superwoman. Supermom. Super everything!

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Happy Housewife Day Mom! Every Day, Every Year!

 

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Music to me is….

‘Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life’

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I don’t remember from where I have copied this quote. But it is very much true. Listening to a brand new song, an old melody, your favourite artist or band refreshes you. Music is the best travel companion.
Traveling to and fro every day, music should be your best friend. Before you reach your workplace and the moment you leave it, your mind should be a clean slate. Fill it with music. Your music.
Everyone has their own genre, singer, and style of songs that they prefer most. Allow the music to tickle your ears, seep into your brains, spread out over your skin and pump up your heart. Let it wash away your bad day at the job and the fight you had with your family the day before. Tune out everyone. Be only with yourself, and your music.
Certain songs will remind you of someone, a place or a special day. A smile will slowly creep on your face or a lone tear may escape your eyes. But it will only leave you feeling better. Stronger. More prepared to face the oncoming troubles.
But music should never be used as a weapon. Putting your headphones and banging your head to rhythm of the song you are listening to, simply to block out people who are talking to you is mean behaviour. Your music gets tainted then. It hurts others and makes an evil imprint on you.
Don’t let music become the villain of your life. Use it wisely. Treat it nicely. Sing along loudly.
For me, music is best heard when I am sitting on the swing in the garden of my locality. When my swing is high in the air and the music flows through my veins, I feel alive! Another instance when music pounds through me is listening to the radio, at full volume, finding a dance track, and dancing in the whole room like I am at a private party. I try to do this at least once a week. All the tension of my life feels far away when I am sitting on the swing or am in my room, allowing the music to clean my soul of the dust of my everyday life.

 

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Weddings and what I do at them

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As a rule, I generally avoid attending weddings. No, it is not a rule made by my parents to keep me from going crazy. I am not the crazy-for-weddings girl; you know the typically young and unmarried girl behaviour that includes going over the top with all the glamorous details, beginning with their trousseau and make up to all the ‘selfies’. They kind of forget that they are not the one getting married.
I am definitely not-that-girl. In fact, I am the complete opposite. I get deathly bored at the ‘weddings’. I can’t see how anyone can LOVE attending weddings. Well, unless you are the Bride or Groom and love the dressing-up-at-least-four-times routine.
So what do I do at the weddings which I do attend? After the general “Hello! How are you? Long time, No see” production, it’s basically me sitting on a chair, all alone, fiddling with my cell. This is the time when a phone with internet connection helps tremendously. I head to the ‘Fiction Press’ and ‘Watt Pad’ sites and browse through their online stories. If I find one which seems enjoyable, I begin reading it right away. Another thing to do would be to clean the phone. That’s right. Purge away all the unneeded photos and songs and messages. That takes a considerable amount of time.
Surfing Facebook, checking my Twitter Feed and reading the daily news are the other things I do at a wedding. If I could have, I would have listened to songs and even watched my favourite T.V shows. But my mother takes away my headphones before hand, probably because of this same fear.
I come across as ‘high handed’ or ‘The Ice-Queen’, even to my cousins, who despite living in the same city, I don’t meet that often. Frankly, I don’t care what they or others (read: Gossipy aunties) think? I am not an Ice-queen. I know that. End of story.
At one particular wedding, I completed re-reading ‘Breaking dawn’, the final book of the ‘Twilight’ series written by Stephanie Meyer. It’s the fattest, biggest and longest book of the series. Either, my reading speed is amazing or the wedding procedures dragged on. What irked my mother the most was that I had comfortably settled myself in the plush soft longish seats, placed right beyond the stage for the relatives of the bride and groom to watch the ceremonies like a performance. And I wasn’t even watching the stage show!
Once, I did notice a cute scene. Yes, at the same wedding. I happened to unglue my eyes from my phone long enough to see which part of the ceremony had the wedding progressed to. This was the part where the Pandit was asking the bride and groom to join their foreheads and stand close together. Apparently, the Pandit had said this to them more than once, but the lovebirds just kept staring deep into each other’s eyes. Finally, his patience over, the Pandit decided to take matters into his own hands. Literally! He grabbed their heads and banged them together. Not that it hampered the on-stage romance. They just started grinning at each other madly. I found that even I was grinning then.
That was one enjoyable moment which I had at one particular wedding.
If my phone’s battery is down or if there are kids around, I play with the kids. I run, if my heels allow me. Or take care of the kids running helter-skelter on the stairs leading to the stage. I look after them when their dressing up is done so that their parents can change in peace. I eat with these kids, sitting in the first ‘queue’ (buffet first row or even the sit and serve kind of catering). I know one thing for sure, the parents of these kids are very grateful for my timely help, even if nobody else is.
At a cousin’s wedding in his native place, I recollect that I had used my status as a ‘teacher’ to bring together two of my nephews- one, a city-bred English speaking youngster and the other, a simpleton from a small town. We discussed everything school-related, from strict teachers, funny school incidents, stupid punishments, tough examinations, fun picnics, dumb rules and lots more. We continued our dialogue on the dinner table too.
I remember, I was proud of myself then. Not only had I managed to survive without my phone but I also brought two cousins together, at least for that one evening. In fact, when our little party broke up to retire for the night (we had to wake up early the next morning for the actual wedding) I don’t know who was more disappointed, me or them.
I guess the one wedding which I may enjoy would be my own. Depending on a lot of factors, like a cute husband-to-be, changing clothes more than once not required, the bride and groom’s family eat first, not last and everyone doesn’t have to meet me and take a snap. Too much?
That’s what I feel when I attend a wedding.

 

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Revamping and apologies

 

 

What have I been doing for the past two months? The first two months of the New Year. Not blogging, that’s for sure. I realised a very important thing about blogging.
Writing random articles about things and feelings and occasionally myself is not going to work. People are not going to look forward to my new posts and articles, because, really, there’s nothing to look forward to.
My articles, stories and posts are not structured, regular or very eye catching. So, I decided that I needed to get serious about blogging. I can’t post two articles a month and expect everyone to hang on to my every word, if I do the same every week, maybe.
But writing everyday would not be possible. Some days I am tired, some days I am over worked, some days I read and go for a walk and other days, I am out of ideas. So, having an ‘Article Bank’ seems to be the best solution. This way I write whatever I feel like, whenever I feel like and however I want to. But I don’t post it that way. I plan. I wait. I type. I re-read. I revise. I decide when would the article be most read or go according to my newly planned schedule. And then I post.
And hopefully get some likes, shares and reviews.
My entire blog is getting re-vamped. Old readers, thank you for sticking with me. New readers, welcome! All readers, you are gonna get hooked. ‘AllaboutAnushree’ is now going to unleash my full potential. And hopefully, my writing will excite you as much as it excites me, enough to come back for more.
And now, I come towards the ‘apologies’. Abandoning the blog for two whole months is not cool. Not even if it’s only for the blog’s better health. Writing kick-ass stuff should be a regular habit. Not something I do once-in-a-while.
My student, whom I taught nearly three years ago, during my first year of teaching, is a regular follower of my blog. She has read almost all of my posts and commented on most of them. She recently told me, “Teacher, I am waiting for you new posts.” I replied, “Even I am waiting!”
We shared a good laugh. But I also realised that I can’t disappoint her, or anyone else who reads my work and maybe appreciates it.
I sincerely apologize for the dry months. I am very sorry. I will make sure that this will not happen again. I also hope that you will enjoy the re-vamped version of ‘AllaboutAnushree.’