Odd dreams and battling life......

Lately I have been getting odd dreams. And if I try to understand them I know they are basically manifestations of my stress and anxiety. I will share something new today. I know it is weird. But couple of years back I wanted to get into dream analysis, so I would maintain a dream journal.  Every morning I would write about my dream and then research on it's elements online. A snake, ocean, seeing yourself falling, blah blah, all had a different meaning. I would read many books on what Freud thought dreams were and then I would make notes.That obsession lasted for exactly one week till I got bored and realised how demented it was. 
So last night I had some weird dreams again. I dreamt that I was conducting a workshop in my bedroom and I had stuffed around nineteen people in my room. To top it off, all of them were drunk. I was screaming about patterns and designs, while they rolled away in my bed refusing to draw anything. I love conducting workshops since I get to meet new people …

In my purse...

Listening to Shape of you by Ed Sheeran while cooking Chole. Love this song and it's giving me good company whilst I quickly wrap up my homely chores. 

Today I will not rant about what all I am doing or how swamped I am in random crap, instead today I thought, let me dedicate a post to my purse. 
Now a woman's purse and what it contains truly tells you something about her. The contents of a woman's purse is always unique and you will never find another woman who has the same stuff as you. Her purse is her companion, stuffed with things that can keep her alive for a few days in case there is an apocalypse or a zombie attack. 
So here's a peek into my big fat purse. 
1- Three strips of Crocin and Pudin Hara. (I am not kidding) I am always having some sort of pain. If not head and back, I will suddenly have leg pain or some other random body part. So I just stock them up.
2- Countless hand written notes. Wherever I go, I write notes. I pick up a pen and start writing randomly …


It's 11:11 so make a wish. You know I am very oddly superstitious in certain things. I do not believe in black cat nonsense or number 13 is unlucky or say 666 belongs to the demon..But when I randomly notice the time and it is 11:11, I believe it is lucky and quickly make a wish. What's my wish right now, only my Mother knows actually!
I have even researched on the theories of 11:11. 
I read this online, "There are many different theories out there to express exactly what this apparent phenomenon of seeing the numbers 1111 is all about. The most common theory is that when you see these numbers you should simply make a wish, and it is believed that it will come true. Some people claim that when this number is seen it means that there is some kind of window opening up in your life and you should ask for the guidance of your ‘angels’ to find out what it is. Other theories state that there is something significant happening in the moment that you are in and you should pay…

New found love........

Apart from art and blogging, I love to do a lot of other things. Sometimes I wish that if a day had say thirty hours or there was an extra day in a week which was an off especially between Sunday and Monday, it would be great. 

So there are two things I just absolutely love doing apart from stuff like reading books and watching shows. (Currently I am hooked onto Vampire Diaries)
 I watch countless short movies whenever I get time, animated and regular. I get so mesmerised by how people showcase a lovely story in a span of ten minutes. Everyday I am trying to take some time out to watch at least two to three short movies. 

Check out this absolutely delightful animated short called "Sweet Cocoon" about two insects that decide to help a struggling caterpillar in her metamorphosis! Click on  -Sweet Cocoon
It's so sweet, trust me. These six minutes will make you laugh. I will keep sharing the movies I watch in my posts so you guys can watch them too, if you like short films that …

Of ruining pickles and hair washes...

Happy Women's Day Peeps!

While women are achieving milestones, doing amazing in their lives and career yet sometimes I come across such nonsense pertaining women that it just boils my blood. 

Couple of days back I frantically called up my Grand Mom and gave her a task. I told her to make a list of all these random beliefs and superstitions that her generation believed in and why. She got so excited that she made a very big list for me and explained it for a good half an hour. Not surprising to me but most of these nonsensical ideas were only for women, forced upon women and I am pretty sure it was made by women too. 

Like when there is pickle made in the house, a girl on her period is not suppose to touch it. If she touches it, the pickle gets spoilt and turns black. What the hell. And honestly I have seen people close to me, all educated still believe in this nonsensical myth. After some research I found out that it was basically told "not to touch" which meant that women …

Bloody Hell

Watching shitty movies since 2011 has always been our tradition. R and I choose the worst movies and we don't know why. 

So we made the mistake of watching Rangoon.

I have never disliked any movie. I genuinely enjoy watching crappy cinema too, but Rangoon was next level bullshit. It has been a flop but I trusted a few friends who said it was good, so I decided to go for it. 

There are people who have seen it two times! I mean why and how! Also, what!
It made absolutely no sense. 
From a masked Kangana Ranaut jumping trains to save her lover, to some secret sword being transferred as a token of support for India to fight with the Britishers. To completely wrong costumes and fake visuals. This movie has everything absurd. To quote Julia from the film, it was "bloody hell". You will see the stars drinking "sake" and having sex in the sand. Now no woman from that era when a war is going on would do that with her lover especially when her fiance is somewhere near by. It …

Boredom and beat boxing along with some paneer......

La La Land songs playing in the background.

A light breakfast of cream cracker biscuits and tea.

Kickboxing class in a bit.

So much to do this week and yet I am bored. And I am bored because I miss not doing anything and getting bored. Now I am bored because I have too much to do and I want to do nothing. Do you get what I mean?

I get out four to five times a week and have suddenly become social in nature. Which is weird. I miss being the anti-social-indoor-loving-happy-drinking-endless-tea person. Now I am outdoor-loving-getting-bored-at-home-can-talk-to-fifty-people-without-suffering-an-anxiety-attack person.

I guess it's true that life with time changes you and makes you completely opposite to what you were. I think each year we become a new person. Retaining only certain attributes and imbibing hundred new ones. But I am not complaining. I love what I have become, though I miss the girl who would be happy in tea and sitting by the window with her pet. And now since there is no pet,…