Perfection (30-Jul-14)

"Perfection is, broadly, a state of completeness and flawlessness", says Wikipedia.
Most of us are striving for this at work, home or life itself, many give their hearts and souls to achieve perfection, some do not push themselves to hard for it and some are simply not bothered about me.

Me? I am probably stuck somewhere in the group of not 'pushing myself' for it. 
Why? I often ask myself but still pondering about. I have tried but it is only short-term. 
Why? I ask again but still pondering about it.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the person I live with is a perfectionist. A person who is always complete and thorough, a person who expects everything and everyone to be complete and thorough, a person who only accepts completeness and thoroughness...in plain, a person who find it very hard to accept imperfections.

I definitely have improved my ways of handling responsibilities, thanks to the perfect inspirations. Good for me. However, I have not been able to reach the expected perfection. Bad for him. It has always been debatable, whether the lesser should be best or the best should be lesser in order to achieve a mutual level. Challenging.

So, here I stand dumbfounded again by this recurring feeling of being less and reminded of being an imperfect partner. Good? Bad? I ask again...

Pride (28-Jul-14)

Most people smile when drunk. Some resort to using alcohol as a mode of pouring out their heart's content to their newly found Dr Phill, regardless of those around them who may not want to hear it. Some prefer remaining mum enjoying the intoxication by themselves. Some grab this opportunity to bring out the 'naughty' side of them.
For me, it is a time to relax my thoughts and enjoy the music beating from the speakers, laser lights gleaming through the space. Just me in a world of lights and various vibrations, tapping my feet to its rhythm.
However, 'Drunk Indian Men' embrace their pride during this time very seriously and anyone (or anything) challenging it intentionally or unintentionally is 'ENEMY'. I always am tickled by this as it happens very often even to those close to me, old/ young, educated/uneducated. As long as they have Indian blood running in them, pride is born :-)

Suffocation (11-Jun-14)

The heavy breathing, gasping for air. Chest heavier after each attempt to breathe. Head clustered, body tired. When everything goes wrong, when you thought you did it right. The craving for some appreciation and comfort but expectations thrown at you instead. You cannot find the right words to express this, so you choose to remain silent. Your only resort is to burst into a flood of tears for no specific reason, believing that it will lighten your heart and spirit.

Do all living beings called ‘women’ go through this phase which is most often referred to as ‘PMS’? Or just our way of dealing with any sort of presser, work, family etc?

Dear Beach, Sand, Wind, kindly embrace me and do what you do best.

Ole 2014!

21-June-2014

Looking at how the human race has evolved is very much intriguing. A simple game of ball has turned in a world wide event influencing every human being to anticipate witnessing a team of built, sweaty men chasing after one ball on a huge field till it reaches the right goals. I wonder how exactly this game which would have been invented as a simple past time activity in some civilizations, to become a world class event. Intriguing.