I don’t think I’ve ever had hobbies. I mean, if by hobby you mean something pleasant and recreational, then nah. If by hobby you mean something frustrating and impotent, or if there is any potential involved, then that is a potential for failure, then sure. Continue reading “Of Hobbies”
I’ve had a couple of things making me anxious this month. Not bad things, just pressing things. And now, something’s come up that’s pressing even more on one of those things. To quote Freddie Mercury, “I’m going slightly mad.” Continue reading “Of Timing”
I am sorry I have been missing from the blogging scene for a few weeks. But, I have a solid alibi for where I’ve been.
It isn’t the usual excuse – having a blogging/existential/both crisis. Well, it sort of is, but it has been more of me trying to avoid having a crisis in the first place.
Or I’ve been hypnotised by the very pretty Simon Baker, which has resulted in me bingewatching his TV show The Mentalist. Continue reading “Of Distraction”
We’ve decided to meet for coffee. She comes in, with her hair flying all over her face, alternating between two expressions: a wide, warm grin, and a downward half-spiral of the lip apologising for the grin. She sits, brushes her hair back, grins again, and out comes an unexpectedly deep voice, Continue reading “Joke Interview: Amrita on Amrita”
The above, is my purse. I received it as a birthday gift. I’ve now had it for seven and a half years. I’ve had other purses in between – both bought and received as gifts. None could compare. Continue reading “Of Commitment”
The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing. – Walt Disney
Ah, so I’ve finally picked up the subject that populates most of the internet (next to things of an erotic nature and cats). You can’t swipe something fast enough without meeting with a motivational quote, accompanied with an image that defies laws of Physics. Continue reading “Of Motivation”
I giggle all the time. I stutter, I stammer. I frequently check up on words I know, just to be sure of their spelling and meaning before I use them. I am always awkward in a social situation, for which I compensate by talking too much, or not at all. I find social eating painful, Continue reading “Of Embarrassment”
I’ve been ill since last Wednesday. I was at a conference, listening to a psychoanalyst, when my stomach started paining really bad. Maybe it was the subject matter of his paper, maybe it was the way I’ve been psychologically programmed for years, but I blamed that incessant, shooting pain on anxiety. Continue reading “Of Treatment”
I realize it has become too easy to find a diet to fit in with whatever you happen to feel like eating and that diets are not there to be picked and mixed but picked and stuck to, which is exactly Continue reading “Of Diet”
For the first 24 years of my life, I was obsessed with film. I was that person who sits through the end credits just to find out about the songs featured in the film, even in the theatre where ushers try to usher you out so that everybody can get on with their lives. I am still that person who thinks the movie is over, Continue reading “Of Obsession”