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Little Moments Of Bliss is a silhouette of a feeling that resides in my heart. A software engineer by degree, a writer at heart, and a teacher by profession, I'm all that I never thought I would be. Pretty pictures,a poem that blatantly refuses to rhyme, a text from a deranged friend, a sudden gesture of love, its these little things in life, that matter and sprinkle bliss. Grace the couch and share a cuppa!
Showing posts with label Content. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Content. Show all posts

August 2, 2012

Coloring it Happy.

In case you still check out this space, I have a confession to make. I would be lying if I'd say I haven't posted anything on my blog recently because I've been busy with work. The truth is that I haven't had any constructive ideas since quite some time now and I promised myself a few weeks ago, that I wouldn't post anything that does not satiate the creative worm residing inside of me. I did not want to slide down the bar that I had apparently set for myself through my work on this blog, or maybe its all inside my mind. Also, publishing a post just because I haven't written in a long time didn't make sense to me. But, what the heck, here's a quick update.

I've been teaching! for 4 months now. This news has proudly made its way into my blog because teaching was never even been the last thing on my to-do list. As a child, every girl when asked 'What would you like to become when you grow up ?' often answered, 'Teeeaaaacheerr'. But never me. I always said 'I don't know about that, what I do know is that I'd definitely be an MBA someday.' I liked how the degree sounded sophisticated without making much effort. Well, its an unfulfilled dream as of now but more on that later. Back when I joined the school, I literally loathed every minute of it. I was this miserable little kitten who always wore a smile because she was too pompous to let her colleagues gather any tid-bits about her sob story and that those nauseatingly happy students shouting at the top of their voices gave birth to a sharp throbbing in her head.

My first salary check arrived sooner that expected, but unlike what I thought, it did not make much difference. None of my fellow teachers are my age, they're all married and settled, but the glad part is the gossip. They gossip about everything under the sun, from sex to scum, all of it. You might think this story ends with me confessing my undying love for God's little angels, but it doesn't. They still have the power to make me want to strangulate myself at any minute of the day by shouting their lungs out. The only thing that has changed is that I no more think that doing something I don't entirely love doing is the worst thing that could have happened to me. I know, I always end up talking discreetly about my thought-process whenever I do a post like this, but I don't know, maybe its how life functions, or maybe its just how I function. I always have a rendezvous with optimism but only after pessimism has robbed all things happy off of me.

I've been buried neck deep in my pile of unread books and that is helping me a great deal in keeping my sanity safe and secure.
Ah! The things I do, to catch a good read at an odd time.


PS - I know I haven't been replying to your comments lately, my sincerest apologies. I promise I shall be back on track soon. Also, I have an awesome news to share with you all. I, am a happy bird and you, wait until next time. Love.

March 14, 2012

The Street Vendor [55Fiction #7]


He knew it would be a beautiful day since the moment his first customer said Thank You to him. Never had a person spoken to him with such kindness. Although he couldn’t sell as many sweet-potatoes as he did everyday, content resided in him.


Those two little words filled the void of respect inside him.


August 22, 2011

Project Happily Ever After


The Prince saves the damsel in distress from all evil, carries her on his white shiny horse, organizes a lavish wedding where the whole town is invited and together they take off to a place called 'Happily ever after'.


What if Cinderella's shoe fits another girl's foot before the prince reaches her doorstep ? Or fairy godmother loses track of time and surfaces an hour late ?
What if the cursed frog does not incarnate into a handsome prince when the princess kisses him ? (I'd rather say you have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your handsome prince)
What if Snow white falls in love with a cute dwarf instead of the prince ? (Pick up your jaw, Matters involving heart are unquestionable)
What if Rapunzel's hair were filled with dandruff and lice ? (Eeeee, don't make that face, just an assumption) In that case she would have hugged and thanked the witch for chopping them short shreiking ''Thank you oldie, they itched a lot anyways".

But anyhow,I'm not trying to erase the concept of happily ever afters from your mind, I'm just arguing the case of my client ''I'm a little less that happily-ever-after''. He's sick of not being desired anywhere. (Oh yes baby, I'm quite expensive, he's paying me a fortune).

But seriously, answer me, What if these stories were a little less than perfect, I would have loved them anyway, as long as I was 7 years old and they succeeded in making me smile and giggle.


Few years down the line, when I should supposedly be expecting a H-E-A life, I'd rather live for the moment and in the moment, make my family delicious pancakes, sit by the porch with my partner, enjoy the rain, watch my kids make paper boats and feed them to the rain, feel content in the bliss showered by that very moment.
Imagine having nothing to worry about, wouldn't happiness lose all it's charm ?

Honey, they don't call ''making up after a fight'' the best thing ever for nothing.
A messy hair-do always looks more appealing than the perfectly sized and tied bun.


Grandma- No baby, that's not mandatory, I would have coaxed the author of this write-up into marrying you but I'm afraid there is a LITTLE age difference.

Let go off this mirage of happily-ever-after and seek content-ever-after.