Love

I'm learning, slowly, to love again.
My dog is teaching me how.

Category: Unconditionally

Horrible

Am I? Aren't you?

Dream

This time, I was a young pup being set upon by other young pups the same age and size as me. They outnumbered me.
And then, I was holding a kitten. A kitten with a third eye that opened wide, like it had the cosmos in it. The kitten itself, had a cute, goofy look on its face.

For some unfathomable reason, I feel it's important to remember this dream.

Be Kinder

I recently told a couple of people that they had a special skill; it was that they had the ability to make other people feel good about themselves.
I thought about it and I think everybody has the potential to do this.

Category: Being kinder

If anything can go wrong, it will

Yesterday seemed like a regular day. I was going to take my father to the doctor for a check up and then head to work.
I land up at the hospital, only to be told that the appointments are done for the day and to come back another day.
I head to work, only to get stuck in a traffic jam from hell because of All Soul's Day.
I get done with work, only to get stuck in the same traffic jam from hell because of All Soul's Day.
I go home to check on my father and pick up my dog, only to hear that his sugar is through the roof.
I head back to my place, only to get stuck in another traffic jam.
I try  to get out of the jam,only to drive into a ditch that was in a blind spot.
(Five good men pushed and pulled the car and helped me out. The only good thing about the day.)
I reach my apartment and my dog throws up in my neighbour's flat.
I go up to my own flat and realise I have the wrong key.
I get the right key and enter the flat, only to realise that the maid hasn't come and the place is a mess.
I go to lie down, only to find that my dog has peed on the bed (My husband's side, not mine, if we're going to be looking on the bright side.)
I finally decide that the only thing I can do is give up and laugh about it.

Ha ha.

<3

Work

Some days, I wonder about work.
I love that it's hectic and that I'm busy all the time.
I also hate that it's hectic and I'm busy all the time.

Category: Flash

Question of the day

Q. Would I want to spend Rs. 15,000 on a handbag?
A. No. Not if it had a visible brand name on it.

Life

I think about my life with P and P.
I couldn't be happier.

Category: <3

So, this happened

It's Official

One of those days

If anything can go wrong, it will.

Category: Murphy's law and other reasons why things go wrong

The greatest people are usually the most humble.

Category: Dr Abdul Kalam

When all you are is tired, you wonder.

Category: Where did it all go wrong?

After all these years

Today my violin teacher said I was improving. 

Category: :)

Where did it all go wrong?

All I'm doing today is crying.

I'm crying for the Kashmiri Pandits who had to leave.

For the Muslims that remained to face the hate of the Indian army.

The Hindus who left Pakistan and the Muslims who left India.

For the Palestinians, the Syrians, Iraquis, Africans, Bangladeshis, French,the list doesn't seem to end.

And for that puppy, 3-4 months old, whose foot is maimed because someone ran over it.

Apathy isn't an option.

The best kind of horse to be on.

Category: High

Lady Boss

Whenever the debate and stereotyping of of women bosses comes up, I think of all the ones I've had and I'm happy to  say that with the exception of one (her favourite book was Vampire Diaries,there's no way I'm not holding that against her) they've been smart, driven and overall really great to work with not to mention, inspirational. When I think about my best friends (both women bosses themselves), I feel the same way.

#damnstereotypes #nooffencemenbosses

I've realised today that I've been working harder than anyone. 

All these months I haven't had the time or have been just been too tired to read.

Everyone else did.

She's very pretty. 

Then what?

Honest, hard work, seems to mean nothing if it doesn't have a sprinkling of sycophancy.

Category: Disappointing race 

Watching history disappear in front of you is just sad.

I suppose he fancied himself something of a ladies man and he may well have been but what he probably didn't realise was that he had a cold and an infection and I, with my over sensitive sense of smell could think of nothing except how repulsive it all seemed while I wondered how much longer I could hold my breath. 

The Lower Classes

I rarely find myself around people who are crude and low class but the other day, I was forced to keep company with some of this ilk. It's quite surprising though that coming from the same family, with the same upbringing; some people are capable of behaving well, while others are downright vulgar.
It only goes to show that 'class' is determined not by how much money you have or your status in society, but by how your comport yourself.


Category: Commoners

I learned in business school that belief is the end of reason.

Maya wrote on my handbag yesterday.
The only handbag that I own and like.
I beat her and she almost cried.
Except that when I looked at what she had written it went, "I love you Kiran."

Category: :(

Swimming in a fishbowl.

Karma Police

Popularity seems to carry greater weight than hardwork when doing a job that doesn't require much mental prowess. 

Pushing for the positive

Tiny bits of positive reinforcement produce a disproportionate amount of goodwill, just as does neutral or negative feedback result in a sudden and steep drop in productivity. 

Category: Behavioural Economics

I feel as if I'll never be allowed the perfect contentedness that comes with ignorance, naivete and obliviousness. 

And yet I'm certain I am all these things because in the middle of this desert of discontent lie pools of optimism, hope and even joy at the thought of everything present and the future.

I brought this hell upon my own head.

Category: Hell

I landed in Bangalore today. I go home and ring the bell. It's about 2 am in the morning. My mother opens the door, hugs me and the first thing she says is, ' You've become very thin.'

Category: lndian mothers

Nathan forgot to read the Robot series before starting work on his own.

Category: Movie review
Movie: Ex Machina

My mother sent me mangoes from India. Eating them is like heaven.

Category 1: Indian Summer
Category 2: Nectar of the gods

'Whatever happens, happens for best.'
- Gujarati Indian in Paris

Category: How Indians console themselves when one person screws everything up for everybody else

Wonderful, caring, considerate, sweet, blind.

Neither deep love, nor happiness nor sadness nor hatred nor fear.

I always choose what's best for my family and my future wealth.

- V

I don't know why I've taught myself to be hard hearted. I love helping people.

If I was capable of feeling betrayed, I would be.

Paris, je t'aime

I never imagined that I'd end up liking Paris. Perhaps not to live in but definitely for a summer where the sun doesn't set till 9 or 2100h if you're french :).
It's sunshine and people on the banks and bridges of the Seine waving at river boat cruise passengers. It's ancient metros racing through tunnels, making you feel like you're in a wormhole, suddenly arriving at a station. They ought to be scary late at night but are actually filled with happy drunks moving from one party to another and wonderfully talented musicians entertaining passengers while trying to make a buck. It's picnics on the Champs de Mars and going ooh every time Tour Eiffel sparkles and jogging around that same park for exercise during the day. It's the tiny sense of achievement at figuring out how to navigate the city and learning that you'll manage to be ok even if you feel somewhat stranded at 2 in the morning because the last train to the suburbs has stopped.It's learning the secret history of places and things that only locals know and having charming french guys (they all think that they are) bring you flowers and take you on picnics to chateau gardens for fun. It's finding the cafe of the one mosque in Paris and admiring how beautiful it is as you have shisha and tea. It's so many things in the summer.
Paris, je t'aime!

Opportunists are ick.

I seem to have inspired the super bitch from my high school to do something useful.

France is forcing me to think that there is a shortage of women here.

:D

If l don't live in Bangalore, will my heart break? I think it might.

Quand on prend des risques, on peut perdre. Quand on n’en prend pas, on perd toujours.

-
La Joueuse

I keep thinking that I'm self-centered. It's the last thing I am.

I think in a previous life someone forgot me, left me behind and left me alone.

Someone asked me out on a date. He stammered and stuttered through it. I had to say that I had someone in my life and so I couldn't. I still felt terrible. I don't think it ever get easy asking someone out.

Category: :(

Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.

Category 1: :)
Category 2: Oh dear!

Today I typed 'discrepancy' in the search bar.
It threw up evidence of infidelity.

Category: Like rain on your wedding day

In the chateau gardens at Sceaux under the Japanese cherry blossom trees

I say over and over that I've been lucky with the people I've come to value. They've shared themselves, their ideologies with me. They've changed me.

Paris

Today I saw men waltzing around in women's underwear. One even took a bath in the fountain.

Category: HEC Paris initiation

Tainted

Park Guell

The sweetness of doing nothing

Today was lovely and sunny in Paris and I learned that it really is possible to get tired from doing nothing. That is, drinking and eating and eating and drinking some more, soaking up the sun and then drinking and eating some more.

Category: La dolce far niente

Even thin girls have fat days.
And on that note l'd like to say; fat people are happier people!

Desolation

Category: My biggest fear

One of the few things that makes me sad, sometimes to the point of tears, is when l see someone who is alone.

I kind of have a feeling that it's Easter Sunday today because of statuses that l'm seeing on Facebook.

Category: Losing my religion

I won't.

According to the lines on my palm, l cannot be with anyone.

Mimosa pudica

"The degree of civilisation in a society is revealed by entering its prisons."
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky

That's exactly how I feel about relationships.


Category: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Of all the subjects I could have loved, I love European Law. A subject I wasn't even interested in studying.

Karmanya vaadikarasya ma phalashu kadachana

- 
Bhagavad Gita Chapter 2, Verse 47

"Work. Sleep. Family. Friends. Fitness. Pick three. And remember, you can choose a different three every day. As long as it balances out in the long run, you're ok. So don't put pressure on yourself to do all five of those things well every single day." - Randi Zuckerberg

Children across the world speak the same language.


Category: FIFA, Minecraft, WoW
Location: (On the tram) Bordeaux, France

They are nice and so much fun and often careless and cruel.

Our French socialist law professor says that he doesn't like poor people. What he means is that he doesn't like people to be poor. It makes it difficult to live as a community. He believes in better living conditions for prisoners. "What's to make people fear going to jail?" I think. But I have to admit that I agree with him. Growing up in conditions which allow access to information, exposure and opportunities to learn and to work, I cannot imagine why anyone would behave offensively.
We just have to look around our middle and upper middle class neighbourhoods to know that this is true.   

Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Some people are too precious to have missed knowing.


Category 1: Caner Sevim
Category 2: The best person I know

The nightmares have improved slightly.
Now when I wake up with my heart racing, the only person that's going to die is me.

Even though I'm not terribly good at mathematics, I get a tiny high from solving math puzzles.

Category: Happy flunker

So far, all we have in our imaginary house is a disputed four post bed and an old-fashioned easy chair with a side table for his coffee, ash tray and newspaper.

Walked into that one, didn't you?

Today my boyfriend and I were talking about relationships and about how it's sometimes possible to come across a person who captivates you.
I ask him if he had met someone like that.
He looks at me and says that he had, actually.
Obviously needing to know who this person is, I ask in all seriousness who she is.

"It's her birthday today." he replies.

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Category: I don't feel

I'm using the dating site 'Tinder' to practice speaking French.
I explain to my potential 'beaux' that that's all that I'm interested in.
I shall shortly be writing a novel titled 'How to lose a guy in 10 minutes'.

Category: Fun, fun, funny
:D

It was not I that was the one who was the infidel.

There's more.

“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

― Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living

Khan Academy

Aurora Borealis

I'm learning to be kind again.


Category: Beautiful Bordeaux

Only the best of friends can tell you that you're a size 6 for clothes when you've forgotten.
:D

Category:<3>

Q) Was it worth it?
A) Every bit of it so far.

Category: Beautiful Bordeaux

My mushroom filled savoury 'crepes' although really yummy, taste an awful lot like chapatis...


Category: Kitchen superstardom

I've forgotten

What it feels like to just go to bed and read before falling asleep
What it is to sleep without waking up from bad dreams
To wake up and not worry that I'm going to fail



Category: Malaise

Jane Eyre


Category: How we love our period British novels

Winter has come.

Kitchen Superstardom

Today has just been lovely.
I started off with waking up late, racing to class with Almina (my best friend here) and no breakfast, only to find out that the professor was half an hour late and had forgotten to inform us.
After 6 hours of class, (a breeze for me after being accustomed to working 8 1/2 hours everyday, including Saturday), I decide that it's time to display my culinary prowess in the kitchen...or  what passes for a kitchen in my tiny apartment.
I start off with a simple cabbage only I somehow manage to burn it (I mean, how difficult can it be to cook a cabbage??) and set the smoke alarm off in the mean time.
One would imagine that I'd learned my lesson by then but no... I proceed, in the spirit of Christmas, to make kul kuls for our Christmas party tomorrow. Yes, that's right. As it turns out, the kul kuls that I started out making are nothing close to kul kuls. What they ended up being are bite sized pancakes :/ On the bright side though, they were mistaken for traditional Moroccan AND Russian food and were were gone in sixty seconds at the Christmas party.

Category: Master chef Bordeaux

Giving feedback is an artform.

I love.


Category: As much as I am capable of

I have a plan.
It's called, give up and get fat.


-
Her Royal Fatness
:(