Skip to main content

Inky marks all the way and turning over a not-so-new leaf.........

Thursday

11;05 pm - Reading some wonderful blog posts, chatting with R (she calls herself "my bitter-half"), doing my commission research on the side and waiting for K. 
K has decided to go for a walk like a lunatic at this ungodly hour. Who walks at 11 pm! Who!  Actually I am sorry, correction- he is not a lunatic. He is the best! (Have to say something nice about him since he is my number one blog reader/fan/critic/husband and continuously keeps a tab on what I post)
I would have joined him for a walk, but my legs are sore.
You know why?
Because I finally joined kick boxing classes! Plus for the past one week I have been walking 6 kms everyday! Okay, that is an exaggeration. Three to four times this week I guess.
 First step towards pseudo-fitness. (Let's see how long it lasts).
To celebrate this  wondrous change in me I hogged five jalebis. Why the hell is a Gujju house filled with sweets! 
Mohan thal, mysore pakh, barfis, jalebis, sattas, etc.You name it and we have it!
 (If you don't know these sweets then go google them, it's worth knowing them)

I have so much work piled on me and an urgent quick order to give in one day which I have taken upon myself because I am Wonder Woman. Actually no. I am just someone who can't say no when anyone wants my art. Art is so special and I love spreading it around, so I always take every order to make people happy. No matter how short I am on time, or how crazy my mood is! Unless I really can't do it, then I feel so sad and guilty to say a no. But overall I love spreading my Ink Tales every where I go. Many homes right now, hold my Ink Tales in their cosy homes. Glad to spread my mark around little by little. One ink stroke at a time I say. Something to be grateful for. Thank you God/Universe.

On a happier note, guess what! 

In my previous posts if you remember, I complained that I lost my precious/treasured/love-it-to-death Harry Potter book. (1/7) Well, I found it! I thought I left it in the cab, but turns out it was stuffed in one of my shopping bags which were lying around the room for ages and I had not bothered to open. I must have stuffed it in the bag when I was cleaning the room. That's what I do. When I am cleaning and am extremely bored, I just chuck everything that is lying around in one big bag. I then go ahead and hide that big bag some where. Done! The room is clean! 

That's all for now. Here are some pictures. I will surely start putting more pictures soon. 

Since we share our wall with a wonderful Jain temple, it's a lovely sight to see as its all lit up due to Paryushan (Jain festival). 

                                      

And here is my layout for the week I had created. Still trying my best to beautify my planner and obviously stick to it. Thankfully I have followed it properly this week. Had a full floral/panda theme going on. Is anyone else working on their planner? It truly is satisfying to create and follow through. Do try it out. 

                                      

                                                                                    Chop Chop.
                                                                                         Peace.




Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Of Modi's and mints...

"Get cash" said my Beautician.

From where, the sky? I retorted angrily. 

Cash has become a huge problem right now. Modi's move is great but it has affected the common man's life very badly. Can you believe it, tomorrow I have an appointment with my beautician and for a meagre amount I have to shell out a cheque since I do not have any cash on me right now. 

I want to go to Pune to visit my Grand Mom and sadly I have no money to pay for the taxi. I doubt that particular fellow whom we contact takes any card payment. So basically we all are stuck. 

Moving on to other issues that I go through...

K has downloaded an app called "In shorts" or something like that in my phone. I am suppose to compulsorily read and study it. Why? K feels I have no idea what is happening in the world and I should know the basics. 

To be honest, he is right. I really don't have that much knowledge about the current happenings plus I truly do not care about "news", what is hap…

Because Mommy hates my eyebrows......

I hate this weather. It's all wet and weird. I am so surprised at myself for nearly finishing my commissions for September. Alongside I even managed to watch two movies. I had decided to watch them only on the completion of my work as a "treat", but well I just cannot say no to a movie night with K. Actually I cannot say no to anyone when it comes to watching a movie. So I ended up watching Freaky Ali which sucked. And Pink which did not suck at all. What a movie!

I called the "Mother" to discuss Pink and the seriousness it showcased about the way women are judged in the Indian society. After ranting for a couple of minutes about how we are perceived and shackled with responsibilities and judgements, she replies -
 "Have you done your eyebrows?"

Now my eyebrows are currently a crisis for my Mother. The fact that her daughter has disregarded the importance of physical maintenance is shocking for her. Since I have been piled this month with maddening w…

To the 2016 that was and a 2017 that will be...

Happy New Year Peeps! *sneezes hard*

I just returned from a fabulous seven day holiday and now I am feeling the, to quote my friend R - "Holiday withdrawal symptoms". 
So for me the symptoms are mild melancholy and a viral infection. 
The year 2016 has just gone by too fast. Like literally too fast. It was a year of love, family, travel, art along with loss, hurt and pain. It was a bittersweet year for me. During Gudi Padwa which is a Maharashtrian New Year, there is a famous tradition that we follow. We never did that, well since we have never been a traditional family. Father and Mother have been free birds always and their need for flying free has rubbed on to us. The tradition was to eat a mixture of neem leaves and jaggery. Of course I am sure it must have tasted disgusting but it had a symbolic reference to it. It meant that life would always be a mixture of bitterness and sweetness. We have to hope for the sweet but also accept and appreciate the bitter. We have to accep…