Hello Dolly

Some had the pampering of their grandmothers, some had the laps of their mom's, some sucked quietly onto their thumbs, For my sense of security as a child, I had a Barbie. And I still have the doll. She ate with me, slept with me, played with me and I dragged her everywhere by her hair. I felt safe by taking her along.

It's not incredible - people attach meaning to inanimate objects - dolls, watches, mufflers, a dried flower - though just another thing to most - it can be the blanket of security that gives a sense of belonging to a few - including me.

Then I grew up and clinged to people and things closest to my heart. When people my age were moving on, leaving their homes, cities even countries to study or to work – I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think to move. I still cant. And that need for security has forever been burning in me, in its powerful and protective yet different forms. We downplay our deepest need to be valued and cherished that makes us vulnerable yet so strong.

Home-ly yours
Faded Glory

Ekla Chalo Re

Thats all one can do at times.

With my dearest friends now settled and busy in their lives - professionally with good jobs and personally with spouses and children; in different parts of the world you can hardly complain when you hardly have time to talk even otherwise.

When times and people move with time and you refuse to move along, you are left behind. You look at the back, there's no one. You look to the left and right - still no one. Its Ekla Chalo Re time. And I will have to walk alone.

Lots of catching up to do. Literally and Figuratively.

Reflecting-ly yours
Faded Glory

41Y 41D

I always believed I have a lot of patience. But I was wrong. It was dad's superannuation today and he retired from the same office after 41 years and 41 days!! Phew!!

Wonder how many bad bosses, office politics, bad appraisals, failures and stressful times he endured and yet kept going! Its easy to quit and difficult to brave it all.

Lots to learn for the eternally dissatisfied job hopping generation of ours!

Respectfully yours
Faded Glory

Inky Pinky Ponki

Its not just a counting out game children play. It indeed is an important way to figure out who you want to have as the last man standing. For some you will always be the choice and for some you will always be just an option.

The hard fact remains - Never make someone a priority if you are just an option for them. Just take a good look at your friends, family, co workers and significant others. There is no excuse for poor behaviour of people; just dont accept anything less than you deserve and weed out the rest!

Do things for people who in turn will do things for you! Give up things for people who will in turn give up things for you! Have people around you who in turn want to have you around!

Dont worry about the rest as they will have another option nearby.

Pondering-ly Yours
Faded Glory

Untitled

Thoughts that are frightening
Strike like lightening
That I am stuck
And out of luck

For what its worth
Life, Death and Birth
Act, Think, Live Now
yet life fails, and How

Someday Il learn
To play a good turn
Till then I wont quit
Reaching there bit by bit

The X Factor

The simplest reaons why the 'EX' is called an 'EX' is coz its an 'EX'ample of who you should not be with in any way and 'EX' as in she/he having an 'EX'it from your life. If its a thing of the past - past is where it should stay!

But then as life shall have it - its never as simple! All people are left with as a result of mixing up the past with the present is complications to deal with.

Food for thought

I want to.
I should.
I have to.
I ought to.
I could.
And yet, I cant....give up eating junk!