Hello lovelies …. wishing you all a very Happy Diwali and Happy New Year …
Hello lovelies …. wishing you all a very Happy Diwali and Happy New Year …
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ARE HUMANS THE VIRUS?
I am no more scared of this new world. The old path was worn out, used, abused and dusted. The earth needed this intervention but it has come at a great cost.
Our lives are changed, our world has changed, relationships and meaning of everything has changed.
This catastrophe has burned everything that we held sacred down to the ground. Our beliefs that we are invincible, we are the rulers of this planet and all other life is at our disposal.
Look around us. Life doesn’t revolve around us, it continues, and thrives in spite of us humans.
This virus has brought humankind down on its knees.
The air is fresh and healthy, the trees and flowers are thriving and blossoming, no more choked by the fumes of vehicles of humans.
Humans who were running around, caught in an endless cycle of bigger, better, faster. Collecting money and material possessions as if we were going to live forever and no amount is really enough.
Weekdays were dedicated to our laptops and other gadgets, machines, weekends to partying and socializing.
Families had stopped spending time with each other. Parents didn’t know what their kids sitting in the next room were doing, though they knew their friends sitting halfway across the world had “checked -in” to the newest, hottest nightclub in town.
Greed, gluttony, egos were at an all- time high.
Then the virus happened.
Suddenly doors were shut, businesses closed, lives lost, our world changed.
Everyone was forced to go indoors. Some were smart so they went inwards.
We were all forced to put power brakes on our lives. From 200 mph to 0.
Our bodies, minds, souls were suddenly put at a standstill.
We all struggled with this new found quarantine time.
While we cursed the virus and the world, tress started blossoming again, rivers and seas got cleaned up by themselves, road accidents came to an all-time low.
The Earth healed itself.
This made me think.
This virus has adversely affected only humans…..everything else is flourishing.
Is this the universes’ way of telling us that we are completely dispensable ? Are we the virus? Are we that which is causing harm to the world?
Could it be that life was healthy till we contaminated it? With greed. With incessant want of material things. With an insatiable lust for things we don’t need?
The world economy has come crashing down…. because people are now buying only what they really need. This tells us how wrong we had gone …
Life is not to be spent running around in circles, spoiling our health to gain wealth then spending that very same wealth to regain lost health. Hopelessly trying to find good health in the white sanitized corridors of hospitals, whereas it thrives in the forests, near the sea, in the arms of a loved one, in stable, steady relationships built on love and trust and deep respect.
We really need to use this time and think…..
ARE WE THE VIRUS?
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Hi loves, it all started when I turned over in my bed to face the man sleeping next to me. With my brain still sleepy, the subconscious mind very alert and the conscious mind still in a semi slumber, the word “LOVE” just popped up in my head. This really got me in a twist. Typically the first word that pops up into my brain at this time is “tea”. You see I am not one of those sappy, puppy eyed, lovey-dovey women who feel their husband/partner is the center of the universe and their whole world revolves around them. Or that the sun rises and sets with their man.
Au contraire, I am a lady, who announces very publicly among friends and family alike that “I love my space” from my hubby, kids and maid as well. Yea… I have no qualms in admitting that. I love my space. I cannot be around my family 24*7, day after day. Nor do I believe in always putting their needs ahead of my own. I believe in taking care of my self first. Physically, mentally and emotionally. My mantra of life is
“You cannot pour from an empty cup.”
This doesn’t insinuate that I am selfish, uncaring and don’t give a fig about my hubby. I love Mr. D. beyond myself.
So to come back to my early morning, semi sleepy reverie….”LOVE”.
I was confused as to why this word was the first one that came to my mind that morning. I mean it is the most commonly used, abused, over used, pseudo used (yes it’s a word I have made up) of the century. So I got out of bed, made a cuppa, sat on my swing, in my balcony and started thinking about it.
WHAT IS LOVE?
Is it the fluttering of butterflies in our stomach every time we see our partner? I am not so sure because every time my stomach flutters it is either because I am hungry, or sick from overeating. (The lock down has made this part worse) and about to throw up.
Is it the exciting breathlessness you feel when he/she is close? Then why does it happen when I climb a few stairs? Or when I run behind my little one, trying to shove beetroot juice down her throat? Nah. I have come to the conclusion that my breathlessness has more to do with poor stamina than love.
Or is it wanting to spend hours alone with the person? Talking and planning your future together, looking at the rising sun. I am not sure about this one too. If my hubby and I spend more than a few days together we end up fighting …. a lot. No holds barred, screaming match, drama type. In my arguments with him I will not only involve him but also his family, especially mummyji, the cat and the dog (and they aren’t even ours). I am not a fair fighter. Yes I admit it. I also admit to hiding this particular blog post from him. I also admit to never admitting this to him.
Is love, then, the constant physical attraction towards your partner? The lust and wanting that arises in your body, when he is freshly showered, or the wanting that arises in you when your man is smelling of that strong, heady fragrance of whisky mixed with his favorite brand of cigar? Yes but only partly.
So then again…..WHAT IS LOVE?
An incident from 4-5 years came to my mind. It was morning and my little daughter had to be sent to school. I hadn’t slept all night because of a cold and only in the wee hours of the morning could I grab some sleep without snoring like a machine that had it’s battery running. My little one has waist long hair and they needed to be combed. I was forcing myself out of bed when I saw my husband, comb in hand, rubber band in mouth combing her hair. Through half closed eyes I could see him sitting behind her, struggling to get a control of her long thick hair, all the while being gentle, so as not to hurt her. After a long struggle with the rubber band and comb, he managed to make a fairly decent braid. Yes a braid, no less. He knows I never send her to school with her hair open so he made a braid. In that moment I loved him like never before. Never have I felt such a strong rush of emotion, in my throat, eyes and my heart. I felt a sense of gratitude to him, for not waking me up, for not doing a half baked job combing her hair either.
I quickly grabbed my cell and took a picture, he didn’t even realize it. It still is my favorite picture in my gallery.
Another incident came to my mind. We had just had a huge fight. I don’t even remember what it was about. We were on the warpath. Mr D and I. Suddenly my parents dropped in, unannounced. My mortal fear was that he would not talk to them properly. Or to me . They may realise we were arguing. But to my utter shock and bewilderment, Mr D was his normal, most loving, considerate self with them. In the two hours they spent with us, Mr D discussed, politics, whisky and the stock market with my dad as is their usual routine. Not just that he was absolutely respectful of me too. My mom couldn’t figure out that we had been fighting upto the minute they rang the bell. And that says it all. (Moms have a knack of being the first ones to smell trouble in paradise.)
Then it hit me like a tornado…….
Love is just another word for… care, respect, loyalty and putting your partner’s needs before yours.
Yes….. love goes by many other names…..
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Hi loves. We meet again. If you did not read my last blog, it was about the flood of workout videos on social media during this lockdown edition 1, 2 and 300. Also we are no longer friends.
The other disturbing (and I mean disturbing for a non-cook like me) trend on social media these days is the 500 million food pictures we see on a daily, no make that hourly basis. Everyone seems to have suddenly realized they are great cooks and have started cooking all these exotic and indigenous dishes. That by itself is not a problem. The actual catastrophe happens when these pictures are posted on social media for everyone to see and appreciate. I can understand the pride our newly born chefs feel when everyone and their grandmothers appreciate the post. But ladies please spare a thought for the non cooks like me who are fairly dependent on Maggi, popcorn and bread-jam.
My self esteem is plummeting faster than the share market these days, especially when I see little kids cooking, baking and rolling out pasta dough with a speed that would impress Gordon Ramsay.
This lockdown edition 504, that’s what it feels like at least, is tough on all of us. We are locked up in our houses, no maids to the rescue and hubby and kids with us 24*7 is not helping the mood. Yes I know at this time we need to keep ourselves creatively occupied. But please don’t do it at the cost of kitchen phobics like me.
In case you haven’t realised by now, I am a very poor cook. There are various degrees of comparison if you remember school grammar. These are….. poor, poorer, poorest. Bad, worse, worst. Well in cooking there is bad, worse and then….. yours truly. So you can sympathize with me on this one. Each well made, well photographed dish I see on social media seems like a kick in my gut. Literally.
These pictures are everywhere. The really instagrammable ones are amidst forests, or on mountaintops. How the hell did you pull that off man? Do you want me to believe that you had the energy to first stand in a hot kitchen, cook in this even hotter weather, then take it to the closest hill top near your house, and take a picture of it? Just the thought is already making me sweat. And it isn’t even hot today.
The last thing I want in this lockdown is to start questioning my credentials as a wife and mom. And that is exactly how I feel when I see women and kids cooking up delicacies, at the drop of a spatula.
Dum aloo biryani, risotto, pastas with black bean sauce and sushi hand rolled and served with wasabi. Now ladies… ladies… I understand that the route to a mans heart is through his tummy, but it can also be reached through other, creative ways, that are fun for us ladies too.
I love social media. No really I do. It is a medium for me to express my creativity as a writer, as a selfie photographer, and as a boomerang-picture-taking specialist. But these days, I cannot open my feed without someone displaying their culinary prowess in the form of home made bread, whole wheat no less, home made donuts, sugar free no less. The list is endless.
And what baffles my mind more is that in the midst of this lockdown where are the ingredients coming from? How do these wonderful food enthusiasts manage to get these exotic and semi exotic ingredients? I can barely get my hands on Maggi noodles and popcorn at the grocery stores without having to fight off other creatively-challenged, harassed moms like me. After much consideration on this issue, I have decided to send a written petition to Mr. Modi, asking him make a new rule stating that you need to feed me the dish if I appreciate your post on it on social media.
Till then, ladies, I am going to be a responsible citizen and socially, mentally and visually distance myself from pictures of your gastronomic delights and become “Aatm-nirbhar.”
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Hi loves, hope you all are staying home and keeping yourself and others safe. These are unprecedented times (at least in the near past), but they will pass. Faith- in God, our government and our humanity will see us through this.
In this time, when we are isolated from friends, family and loved ones, living in our own homes, the internet has come to our rescue in more ways than one. Suddenly its our new best friend. The World Wide Web is everyone’s happy place. It is the modern day Santa Claus, bringing us gifts ranging from the World News to yummy food recipes to keep our kids tummies full to video chatting with everyone, health apps to stay healthy at home, home delivery services though limited. Among all these fabulous gifts of joy the net brings us daily, one particular one that stands out for me is the hundreds of home workout videos people are posting on all known Social media these days.
There are a lot of videos, memes and other content being posted on Facebook, Instagram and other social media. Tik Tok has some really creative people who could have given Mr Charlie Chaplin a run for his money. May his soul RIP.
Among all this content my attention is particularly drawn to the “Work Out At Home” videos being posted by fitness enthusiasts on a daily basis. Suddenly it seems like everyone is a self proclaimed fitness instructor. They are all over this virtual gym, jumping at us from Instagram stories, FB and what not.
Now, please don’t get me wrong but I am one of those people who exercise to stay fit, who exercise so they don’t fall sick. Who exercise but never with a smile, in fact I have invented a few cuss words just coz the ones we know do not describe my feelings well enough while exercising. Suffice to say, I workout just enough that I don’t die an early death.
I open Facebook and suddenly I see someone in workout gear, doing burpees, all pimped up and sipping on their protein shake, counting to 8 and then backwards if you please, as I sit in my pyjamas drinking shocking amounts of caffine.
As if the Covid is not making me feel bad enough I now have to deal with these people. Hey cut me some slack. It is tough enough as it is ….don’t make me feel worse.
Just yesterday I was scrolling through the Instagram stories of one of my friends, just so that I could feel happy and connected, when I came across a workout video of hers, doing lunges in her balcony. Oh yes! LEG LUNGES. All the way from one end of her balcony to the other. Needless to say, I felt depressed and unhappy and felt some relief only once I had “unfollowed” her.
Instagram is full of stories of people working out in their bedrooms, balconies, on a 6 by 2 mat and if nothing else is available, just on bare floors. Did I mention that if weights are not available, now you can’t even use that as an excuse. I have a you tuber happily yelling out information that I can use my own body weight to exercise. Yay. Fucking Yay.
Social media has these pics all over. Heck some people post a daily pic of before and after a workout. A daily one. Really? Buddy unless you are Dwayne the God Johnson, you look the same even after a week of workout.
There are burpees flying at you, the inchworm walk, inching up on you, raising your guilt pangs times 100. The worse are the squats. My eternal nemesis. I have still not mastered the correct way to do these despite trying for years. How do you pretend to sit on a chair which is not there and not actually fall backwards? No really. How?
Oh and I saw another friend on FB pushing her living room furniture around to do an upper body workout. Yes. I had to rub my eyes a couple of times, sit up straight, pinch myself till I drew out my own blood then realized it wasn’t a dream. This was actually her idea of fun and she was so happy to share it with others. Almost as happy as lord Krishna was when he shared life knowledge with Arjun on the battlefield amid a few thousand soldiers trying to kill them in the Mahabharata. Did I mention I have Unfriended her on Social Media and am seriously thinking of doing the same in real life. If you are going to make me feel worse about myself, I don’t need you. My maids and kids are doing a damn good job of it already.
Feeling even worse about myself for not exercising, I thought of having a chat with my friends on one of my whatapp groups. I had barely finished saying hello, and a very dear friend put up a short video of mopping her home in a miniskirt. A workout plus a clean house. Two in one she said. Another delete from my contact list.
Tik Tok, Youtube and other media are no less. Everyday there are at least 10 videos in my feed telling me that I need not get worried about the gym being closed. I can workout from the comfort of my home. I was like….. really? Do people get worried if they can’t go to the gym. I generally get worried if I cant go to the loo or the fridge. Or to ZARA.
Well, one morning I got highly motivated and decided to shape up my life and booty. So I wore my gym leggings that promised to shape my butt and make it look better. At this point I wondered why I needed to workout if these leggings already existed and could lift my ass up a couple of inches. Anyways, out came the Nike sports bra from its hole in the wardrobe. Had to dust off little particles of dust from it before wearing it. I put on my music and headphone but it’s battery decided that this was the perfect time to die out. This needs a lot more preparation I realized.
Well, I have seriously had enough of these workout videos. Maybe I will feel differently tomorrow and go back to my exercise mat (yes I have one despite all the bitching about exercising) and try again.
But for now, the box of donuts on the dining table is winning the war against washboard abs.
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can use your own body weight to exercise, . i KNOW that pal. already. i am not interested. period.
look I lok at it like this, the world is in shock, we dont know what has hit us. ita tough times for everyone. we are alllocked up in our houses. suddenly FB, Instagram, the internet , all of it, is our new best friend, our souce of connectivity to the world. the one thing keeping us together in this time of Social Distancing. when i log on to these media I wanna see good news and thingsd that make me geel good, in an otherwise bad scaenario.
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Hi lovelies, hope you all are keeping yourself and others safe in these difficult times.
I had to write this particular blog. It is unlike my other blogs which are fun, funny and light-hearted. You may find this one a bit serious as compared to them, but like I said, I just had to write it.
The last few weeks have been challenging for the whole world. No one has been spared by the Coronavirus. No one. Not even the Prince. It has invaded our lives, conversations, mindspace and physical space.
As I practice self isolation, I have had plenty of time to reflect on lots of aspects of my daily life.
So here I am, sharing a few lessons from this calamity that has befallen us all. The idea behind this share is that maybe some of you resonate with this.
HERE IS WHAT THIS VIRUS IS TEACHING ME DAILY:
2. Strap on those gorgeous sandals: The story is the same with my footwear. High heels, low heels, kitten heels, wedge heels, all of them are just standing tall and pretty in the cupboard waiting to be worn on a “special occasion” or a “perfect day”. My golden, strappy sandals, that are my favorite pair. I will love to wear them everyday but everytime I take them out to wear, I convince myself to keep them for a “special day” and put them back on the shoe shelf. Well, what is this “special day”? When will it come? The white, summer wedge sandals that make heads turn everytime I wear them have now turned Ecru yet I keep saving them for a “perfect day”. That day comes around rarely and the Coronavirus is a reality now.
3. Get the pretty jewellery out: Rows and rows of earrings, lying neatly in my jewellery drawers. Shiny, sparkly, beautiful baubles, pretty pearls, that make me happy just seeing them. “I will wear them to the new club when I go next Saturday”. Guess what? The Coronavirus came before the next Saturday. “Oh! this one is too pretty to be worn on a regular day”. How I crave those regular days now. The story is the same for silver necklaces, pretty link chains and vintage pendants. “I will wear this on that day”. “This piece is perfect for so and so day”. “Today is nothing special so let me save it for a special day”.
Yes…. that thought has come to my mind so many times.
TODAY IS NOTHING SPECIAL.
TODAY IS A REGULAR DAY. NOTHING SPECIAL.
Well, I am now realizing that those days were pretty special. Each one of those days. They were precious. The world was not scared like this. Things were going on smoothly. Life was actually pretty great.
THOSE DAYS WERE SPECIAL.
EACH DAY WAS A SPECIAL OCCASION. JUST BECAUSE IT WAS A REGULAR DAY.
Those were days that deserved to be celebrated. They deserved my best. They deserved my gratitude.
And not just our material things the same analogy applies to all other aspect of our lives.
Today is the perfect day to tell my husband one more time that I love him. To kiss my kids longer and harder. To call a friend I have fallen out with. To forgive someone who hurt me.
TODAY IS A PRETTY DARN SPECIAL DAY.
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Can we be friends with our Ex?
This topic has been a very interesting one for me to think through.
As you all know by now I live on Planet Gurgaon and it is full of good looking people, boys and girls, men and women.
Smart, sexy, doing well for themselves, some believing they are doing well, if they manage to wriggle a few freebies out of others.
Now, on this happening planet and because of all these beautiful people it is but natural that there are relationships aplenty… people hooking up, falling in love, breaking up, all the time. That’s why I call it a planet in fact. It has it’s own biome, own species of plants and animals. Heck even the humans here are like no other.
So since there are hook-ups and relationships aplenty, there are break ups aplenty as well.
Because one party always forgets the rules of a fling and gets emotionally attached with all their heart. The other party is only attached to…..well….other parts.
So the other day my friend came crying to me at 2 A.M.… a perfectly normal hour to have a break down… you are all alone at your apartment, your thoughts are running a marathon in your head about the sexathons you had together, your friends are out having fun, …..
So this girlfriend of mine …. Lets call her Miss X… banged on my door at this hour crying, in emotional agony. I promptly invited her in coz I could sense she needed a shoulder to cry on and a tall glass of vodka to cry into. And that’s what good friends do… when your heart breaks, they promptly provide the alcohol.
Between sobs and shots she started pouring her heart out. She had an affair with someone she met at a ladies night in one of the pubs in Gurgaon and quicker than she could say quickie, they broke up.
I helped her through her grieving period which thankfully lasted a short while, even shorter than the said affair…
After a few days she called again… this time more in control of the situation and even, dare I say, a little excited.
Before I could as much as say “casual fling” she dropped a bomb question on me.
“Should I be friends with my Ex?”
Well…. I told her I would have to think this through. And think I did. For a couple of nights and days.
Then I let it simmer….
SHOULD WE BE FRIENDS WITH OUR EX?
If yes what are the rules of friendship going forward?…. well that’s the topic of the next blog.
I cannot speak for everyone but I am pretty certain that I can never be friends with a guy I was in love with once upon a time and later broke up with.
It’s pretty obvious to me that if I was the one to break up he must have had a habit or done something pretty drastic for me to call it quits… so if I could not excuse that behavior earlier how can I overlook it now?
If he broke up with me, God help him, I will never want to see his face again.
So in both the cases remaining friends after a break up is out of question.
If any of my exes comes face to face with me, they will be treated to such a cold stare that Antartica will feel like a warm, cosy paradise in comparison. This will be promptly followed by me looking in every other direction except his and quickly walking away in the opposite direction as fast as the laws of gravity or my high heels will allow it.
As for others I am not sure how they handle it.
I guess some people can find it in their hearts to forgive, forget and move on… and remain friends, even meeting up for a coffee once in a while. I wonder what they talk about when they meet. ‘Hi, long time no see, no do. You were an asshole to me. Well…How are the wife and kids?”
A girlfriend of mine decides whether she will remain friends with her ex or not basis the reason for the break up. If it was something like his moving to another town for a job, or to take care of parents etc, she stays friends. But if the reason for a break up was more serious like, he cheated on her or was abusive, well that’s the end of it. It’s tata, ciao and a “I hope you rot in hell’ situation.
Another girlfriend can actually break up, remain friends with her ex ,and still hook up with him once in a while or as her biological clock wishes… and not get emotions in the way… well way to go girl.. I root for you.
So I guess we all have our ways of dealing with break ups as well as reasons why we do what we do post break up, but one thing we all agree on in this situation is…..
It’s best if a heart doesn’t have to be broken.
How do you deal with your Ex post break up? Feel free to write in…
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Hi lovelies….now this is a topic really close to my heart.
THE SELFIE CULTURE!!!!!!!
Well…I announce it like a statement, not a sentence and yes I end it with an exclamation mark because that’s how big a phenomenon it is.
WHY ARE PEOPLE CLICKING SO MANY SELFIES AND GROUP SELFIES?
This is a very common phenomenon on Planet Gurgaon. More common than shaking hands and saying hello. It’s as if we meet someone and instead of saying hi/ hello we say “come! let’s take a selfie….”
Firstly let me clarify what I am talking about, (read as… save my ass from getting kicked by half of Gurgaon.) Taking too many pictures of yourself or with other people at a single event be it a party, in the gym, at the club, lounge bar, coffee shop or a get-together with friends etc…and then promptly posting them on all known and semi-known and unknown social media.
Now, before I am crucified here, I must say there is no harm in clicking a selfie or two or three or clicking pictures with your gang of people.. is there a word for it? groupie? Maybe….. just to preserve the memory of the place/ event. Heck I do that too..
However I am completely baffled when people feel the need to click 75 selfies or group selfies at a single event, in the same clothes, with the same people, and the same duck face. You go to a party, see a nice sofa, sit on it and get clicked, by all means, sure, but to click your pic on the same damn sofa, in various postures and poses that would put even a yoga guru to shame, till such time that the thread count of the sofa has reduced from 500 to 150… well …. why ? Why on earth? Why?
I have attended so many parties now on this party-crazy planet Gurgaon. Each time I see more and more of this insanity, gathering momentum faster than a miniskirt gathers attention.
Everywhere you go… it’s there… at coffee shops, lounge bars, clubs, heck even at a beauty parlor. People are taking selfies with hair golden from color and lips red from threading. Sometimes I have to physically stop myself from screaming out “lady at least wait for the red lip to settle down”.
Why on earth do some people need to click so many pictures of themselves? No really…. who are we trying to impress?
Our neighbors? Please remember they have seen us standing in our balcony early morning scratching our arse with one hand, cup of tea in the other. They have also very likely heard us and our spouse, in the middle of an argument, yelling at the top of our voices, calling each other the choicest of words, so they are certainly not falling for our “I woke up like this”, “we are so in love” routine online.
Are we trying to impress people at work? Well, they have also seen the boss kick our ass from time to time, so that doesn’t cut it either. The ones who sit in close proximity to us also might have heard us hissing and spouting venom at our spouse if they change a plan suddenly, or call to say that they might be late, and we need to pick up the kid from daycare.
Are we trying to impress our acquaintances? Well… we all have a few close friends and many acquaintances. As a result of staying in a place for a sufficient amount of time. Now… these are friends who meet you very nicely at a social do, have a hearty laugh with you, have a couple of drinks and then bid adieu once the night is over, till the next social do. They don’t think of you, worry about you, care too much for you, ask you about your kids, spouse, dog /cat. So is it really worth our time, energy and Data Plan to post endless selfies of ourselves at parties, in the forest, in the club , etc.. etc… for their benefit?
That leaves us with our close 3 AM friends…. now, they know each and everything about us, they know when we have fought with our spouse, when we have a tiff with in-laws, when we exchange a few words with our sister in law etc. They also know what marks our kids are getting at school, how much and what brand of make-up we wear to get the “no make-up” look. So really, this is the last category of people we need to try and impress. They have seen us in times of flu, fevers and suspicious rashes. So there. These guys love us no matter what…
So to come back to the main question.
Who are we trying to impress?
To me it seems like , and this is completely my personal opinion, before the free- the- nipple, burn- the- bra ladies judge me, our selfie/groupie obsessed friends don’t trust themselves to make a personally good impression when they meet someone in person. Why? Do you not have anything worthwhile to say? An opinion worth sharing? Do you not trust yourself to make an intelligent conversation? Why do you feel that the only way to get people to remember you is to post 101 pics of yours on social media the next day?
If I meet someone at a party and we have an interesting conversation and I walk away feeling mentally stimulated, there are greater chances of my remembering her/ him the next day, rather than seeing their selfies/group selfies on social media.
Another big disconnect I have is, when you are at a party busy taking selfies, with all and sundry around, you cannot connect deeply with anyone. You cannot have a meaningful conversation with anybody. I have seen this happen countless times at a party, the selfie lovers make it a point to click pics with all the group members, and promptly post them on FB, Whatsapp groups, and the much popular Tik-Tok. Well not promptly… just as long as it takes to edit, Beauty Plus and filter the picture. Let me not even get started on the filters our selfie lovers are using these days. Sometimes it makes the person look so different that I have to do a double take and say… hey… were these people there at the party too?
Do you not feel that you are missing out on great food, great conversations, great wine, or Toddy that seems to be the flavor of this winter season?
As I pondered on this question, my phone alarm rang and dragged me out of my reverie, reminding me that I have to leave for Yoga class in a while. Well… off I go to start my day with yoga and pranayam…. but first… let me take a Selfie….
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