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Snapshots from a single girl's life

I reached out to my mom and placed an effusive kiss on her cheek. Brushing away a stray strand of hair from my face, she said, “Call me once your flight lands.” “Sure, mom!”, I practically yelled. As I waved good bye to my dad and rushed downstairs into the cab that was waiting to take me to the airport, I thought that finally, I could justify the title "grown-up," at least in my own eyes.

Two weeks ago, I had received confirmation that my application for the post of copy editor had been accepted at Magnus, an international bank in Hyderabad. I was thrilled and couldn't believe I was finally going to live alone. I, who was always accompanying my mom even on visits to the mall, was now going to fork out rent, pay my bills, make friends in a city where I knew no one, and be the epitome of the quintessential single woman.

My thoughts flowed unchecked as I reached the airport, unloaded the luggage, made my way through the inevitable queues to scan my baggage, checked in, an…

A tale of 3 cities and 7 gal pals

From Chennai to Bangalore to Barcelona
The movie Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara(ZNMD) had released and here we were— four out of a ‘gang’ of seven from college planning our very own ZNMD trip! And to Spain, no less. Barcelona(BCN) and Ibiza(IBZ) to be precise.
Flashback to a month ago. Aditi, who now lives in Tanzania with her hubby and four-year-old son, was visiting Bangalore. Rekha, an account director in an ad agency in Chicago, was also flying down here. So it fell upon Aanya and me (Chennaiites) to get together with the girls and have a blast! Aanya and I had not spoken for two years over some drunken misunderstanding caused due to one party drinking too much tequila and the other having a sleepless night. Ritika, who was the third musketeer that fateful night of the misunderstanding, was still not communicating with me, despite my attempt at reconciliation via a Facebook message.
Word had it that Ritika’s mother-in-law had run over Ritika’s toe while learning to drive. Speculations were…

#RIPSreedevi

I was born in the late 70s in South India and lived in Chennai till 1989. So my childhood included the song 'Devi, Sri Devi' on TV and discussions of the star in school. However, I've never really been into Tamil movies. So, it wasn't until 1987 that I was mesmerized by the star - the year Mr. India came out. I was all of 10 years old and thrilled to see two of my favorite actors - Anil Kapoor and Sridevi - give their kid-friendly performances.

I soon learned the lyrics to 'Hawa Hawai', including the introductory nonsense lyrics. As late as 1993, I would be asked to render this song at 'parties' I went to. I would close my eyes, the lights would be dimmed, and I would start singing. It became a tradition with that gang of friends to make me sing this song. There would be muffled guffaws and giggles that I would ignore.

I've watched Mr. India so many times. Over the years, I've watched almost all of Sridevi's iconic films. Even now, they sho…

Diseases Galore - How I'm coping

It was in 2017 that I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis(RA). Those suffering from this disease call themselves RA warriors on Twitter.Along with RA, I had cervical radiculopathy and frozen shoulder in both arms.

Seriously! They say 40 is a landmark year. In my case, I was just suddenly diagnosed with a bunch of new diseases. Yeah! Like the ones I had weren't enough.

Living with RA is a bitch! Now I'm being treated for it. I'm not on steroids, but the weight gain has been significant, anyway - all of 20kg. I've lost 1.5 kg out of it so far.

It's only from the start of 2018 that I have been able to wake up at 7 am. I often wake up feeling like someone has used a hammer to bash my fingers all night. So to remedy that, I wear gloves at night after applying aromatherapy oils on them( frankincense oil/rumalaya). I also apply these oils by turn on my knees, hands, and shoulders. I wear a sweater even though the temperature here at night is only about 15 degrees C, …

TOP 5 things I learned in 2017

1. Facebook can be like a conveyor belt carrying your emotional baggage round and round in your life and make it almost impossible to 'move on' in the real sense - shed old baggage, and start anew.
2. To start anew( albeit for the Nth time), you need to do what it takes - be it defriending people on FB, expressing old hurt through email, 'acting out', lying in bed all day, or fighting with everyone you know. Just trust in the process and express your authentic self.
3. Sometimes, you imbibe so much psychology that you control your responses to people based on your knowledge of psychology( how that person will interpret your response and so on). So you fail to express yourself and this can lead to emotional rotting, which is unhealthy.
4. Speak UP! Then and there if possible, but even if you feel you have things left unsaid about events that happened 20 years ago, say them! Life is short.
5. Trust that there will be opportunities for a course correction( be it in your …

Pro Bono Work I did for a Cause #TheWheelchairChallenge

ORIGINAL CONTENT THAT CAME TO ME The Wheelchair Challenge
Get on a wheelchair and spend some time - go to work or to the gym, train on a wheelchair or play a game. Or go to a restaurant or cinemas or market place or spend time just in the comforts of your home. Make sure you visit the washroom on a wheelchair.
Don't get off the wheelchair till the challenge is over. It's OK to take help when you hit a barrier (flight of stairs, thresholds, narrow doors) but pause and reflect how it would be if you have to face those barriers for a lifetime.
Pause and reflect on the experience.

Post a video - time lapse is great! 

Each of you is in a position of influence.  Help fix the most difficult barrier you came across. 

Make the world inclusive! Keep it going, share and challenge others. 

MY VERSION OF THE CONTENT

THE WHEELCHAIR CHALLENGE
Have you EVER spent time
SITTING IN A WHEELCHAIR?
Starting today,
spend your time
Doing what some people
Do all their lives
Get on a wheelchair
And use it to do
What you…

Double Betrayal (A short story in 200 words)

I opened the door and quietly snuck in. I wondered if my husband would smell the betrayal on my clothes, on my hair, on my neck… Guilt wracked my soul and oozed through every pore of my body. I tasted blood where my lover had bitten my lip in a frenzy of passion. We had been driven to the edge from all our talk of our fantasies before.

Why was I doing this? Turning to another man when I had a perfectly nice one at home? Why had I taken a lover who would time and again make me cry and bring me shame? I guess I really didn't love myself after all. I decided to make this the year of ME. The year I would work on the woman in the mirror, without whom there could not be the chance of another relationship.

As these thoughts flooded through my head, I heard my husband stir. I quickly slipped into bed next to him. The man next to me was a stranger who took one look at me and shrieked. I jumped out of bed and demanded to know who he was. He sheepishly said he was my husband’s lover…