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I enjoy writing. I am an over-thinker. And Thats how I am going to fill this space. Purely my perspective.

The 2016!

 2016 taught me.. ! 

– The right ways to hold a new born.

– Make friends from your own generation.

– There are a lot of don’ts to maintain amongst your office colleagues. Learn them all before you head to the do’s.

– You can not lose weight in a month. But those exercises certainly make you feel fresh.

– Go to the doctor for help and not Google. Especially if it is your teeth that needs help.

– Your fears are only in your head. Even the flying cockroach can be tackled with a simple newspaper.

– Asking people about things you did when you were high is not going to make you feel better. Let it goooo. 

– Having trust issues is not really a problem. But saying it out aloud could be.

– Speak out loud only what people wish to hear. Unless they are your friends or it is your appraisal meeting. 😉

Blind young boys, crippled kids, mothers holding almost dead little kids with thick red color popping out of the huge bandage tied on their forehead, young girls with untidy brown hair touching you constantly until we yield to their stubborn begging have now become mainstream techniques of asking for money.

A young girl, age barely reaching 10, short and untidy in existence wearing a wide dupatta across her chest covering the frock underneath as if she were wearing a saree  ..  walked past a few unsuccessful attempts (including me). Somehow people begging for money find couples to be easy preys.. a young unmarried Gujarati couple busy on their phones were interrupted by this little girl.. the duo bluntly refused help at first.. she did not look ready for another rejection.. and moved a little behind from her current position to a place that drew the two’s attention .. she put one of her tiny fingers inside her little nostrils for about half a second, not trying to achieve anything but annoyance from the Gujju pair.. after her little unclean stint she reached out to touch the couple in an attempt to ask for money again .. the pair could not tolerate the thought of those dirty little fingers moving close to them, jumped behind.. and extended a few coins in exchange to their freedom.

Can anyone disagree to this level of shrewdness ! (:  *thug life music in background*

Tale of the swollen legs

Being a socially active human.. I show off my new hair color to my pretty dress..   allow me to flaunt an act of kindness this time.

I have a habit of particularly eating unhealthy items that do nothing nutritious than add soothingly amazing flavour to my tongue. Yup.. That is how I’ve managed to add a few many kilos to my tummy fat. Times when I’m stressed and I’ve been regularly having the forbidden diet.. I tend to fall prey to harsh acidity attacks. Starting with nausea to excruciating tummy pain. This time I had my 9 months heavily pregnant sibling by my side.. she kept serving me freshly warmed ginger juice as a quick fix recipie and fruits as per Google’s suggestions to keep me alive through the day.. 😊 

.. and look what I had done to her tender legs ! The additional to and fro walks had aggravated her leg condition..

the swollen leg of course makes me sad.. but a modest amount of ineludible delight refuses to leave my side  !

Truly.. Happiness resides in such deeds of humanness. 

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There is a lot of fuss around zeroing down on a name for your toddler and my sister has conveniently distributed her task among every member of the family.
Picking out the most appropriate name is too much pressure.. think about it- many young Indian souls are stuck with names like Hardik (if you get what I mean 😉). You would not want any member of your own family to deal with that kind of trauma.

My parents were lazy.. in their defence they did not have access to Google back then. My sister was named Philishya and when the second child was brought in.. they just had to find something that rhymes and that is the account of how I am stuck with ‘Delisia’ (I love my name.. I just do not like the way I ended up with it).

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So the first filter in name finding is always- the caste filter. In our case- ask Google to get you a list of Christian Names.
Anjali, Shankar, Om – a total no no!

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We can not reuse names that are already owned by another family member – so Hannah, Rachel, Stephen, Esther, Serah,Nathan and all the desirable names are expurgated.

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Then is the generation filter, now there are some names that our grandparent generation have overused .. names like Sarah, Mathew, Paul (Philip too!!).. We can not let our little one be already outdated.!

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Hitler, Osama, Kasab and likes are some of the most infamous scandalous personalities the world has witnessed. And needless to say, the slightest chance that your kid might live up to the expectations of the notorious personalities who have donned the name before, should not be taken

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The last and yet the most important one is the pronunciation filter.. yes! This is one of  the most unavoidable ones.
Like I mentioned somewhere above, people with names like Hardik are most likely to be mentally traumatized at some stage of their life. If teenage was kind to you, adolescence will hit you.. and if you say nothing hit you.. I do not believe you!!
So when I read a name from the list.. I read every syllable carefully back and forth.. because I do not want the name to have any kind of secondary meaning or slangs associated with it or with any of its syllables.

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What are you whining about..

Whining about work overload? – ever travelled in a Mumbai local? Had an opportunity to get a good sight of the homeless? Not the ones who beg for money during the day and spend their nights in drunken revelry, the real ones – the ones who sell those small not so important items from compartment to compartment – reviewing the list of amenities each sale would grant them- when I say amenities I certainly don’t mean the pleasure arrangements we have in our mind..but those that we disregard as a necessity.

Are you still complaining? I’m not.😉😊

Goodbye 2015..

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All through 2015 I’ve been complaining.. that 2014  had been better. Yea.. I know I’ve been rude to you 2015. (I hate being compared myself 😛 )

So time to be grateful to you 2015:

1. + 2

I began the year with a huge void with my sister moving out after marriage. We do think nothing is going to change but it’s just like those promises we made to our school/college pals on farewell day.. Being in touch after all isn’t all that easy.. that spark fades a little each passing day. And here’s the part that I hate to admit.. I did get a bit lonely sans her.

The universe has always comforted me during my down times in unanticipated ways, I got two amazing new friends (I’d like to add a few more adjectives, but i know they’d be reading this.. and I don’t want you guys to be on “channe ka jaad”(gloating) 😛 ), matched my frequency with them and voila! – Its just that you have an inch more confidence in some bonds and you like to proudly flaunt it.

2. Self Help books

There is nothing wrong in finding solace in a self help book. We all have those lazy mornings, getting your lazy bum off that cozy soft bed is one pretty hard task and if you’ve somehow managed to break through the morning-bed spell, convincing yourself to get ready for work is the next level of difficulty that is thrown right at your face.

Somehow self help books manage to charge me up. Thank you 2015 for this little discovery.

3. added 10 kilos to my 2014 size.

While almost everyone around me whines for the same reason, I do not. I love food and like my mother phrases it – “You can have anything that would not turn around to bite you” 😛

This is the one area I might have spend most of my fortune on and I have no regrets. 😀  (Just the part that my old clothes no longer adjusts into my new body aches me :P)

4. Un-Cold myself

I’ve been cold- in the sense that its hard to break me into tears. Through my 4 years of engineering the only time I reached a point near to tears was when I lost all my files a week before submission. Well that is not the case anymore.

Not a tad proud of this part and I hope my 2016 confession list will have a bullet about me shedding away this trait.

5. And lastly a pat for self improvement –

Last year marked a remarkable improvement work wise. Having missed the phenomenal part of my training I did lose hope that I’d ever be fine at what I do. But with some backing of the 2 I mentioned about in the start, I managed to shake that “amateurish” dust off me.

 

2016. I’m prepared for you. Bring it on.