Chupke Chupke...Shhhh..

Some days when you don't want to start on some new show and you don't want to watch something without knowing the ending, you'd go back to shows or movies that you have loved as a child. Yesterday was one such day. I went on to watch Jim Carrey's "The Truman Show". When I watched it as a younger person, I liked it for Jim's acting and the entire storyline seemed outrageous and yet heartbreaking. How can one person's life be in front of camera all the time and how can one be living a lie !  Present age, in 2024, when I watched this, I saw it in a different light. With social media being rampant, with everyone having access to cameras on their phone to instantly capture a video, no one can escape being a "Truman". Any instance of your life can be captured by someone and you could end up being ridiculed or hailed a superstar overnight. The superstardom can fall overnight too, but the ridicule remains long after it subsides too. We also live a li

                                            Opened up my blog yesterday which hardly has anyone peeping in, not even me! I love writing. It is my channel to express myself, let things flow out of my head into a more concrete medium - whether it makes sense or not, I don't really care. The last post before I resumed yesterday was a year ago. It almost feels like trauma triggered writing instead of the good stuff. So trying to get into a habit of writing atleast a small write-up every single day(almost).  Life is sometimes overwhelming, I feel like giving up and hibernating and then I am suddenly charged with energy, I see my purpose and I am super delighted to work a lot ! It is a rollercoaster of emotions and I am getting used to it now. No self-doubt. Only self-motivation. I am the best at what I do. I add value no matter where I go and I sometimes know when to hang my coat and take a break. I am getting better as a person in dealing with my emotions and reactions. I am growing ol

 June 12th 2014, I went for a regular scan to my Gynec - 37 weeks into my pregnancy and was asked to go for an immediate scan, that followed a suggestion to get admitted right away, and then surgery was scheduled the next day. 28 years on earth and I had never been admitted at a hospital for anything, not even typhoid or chicken pox! And here I was hospitalized for 11 days, 1 pre-surgery, 10 post until my son recovered from jaundice ! And that's the end, I thought !  June 4th, 2022, I was out shopping with my son. My previous blog posts detail the ordeal and how i was again hospitalized for a week for concussion and surgery to my face for bruises. A plastic surgery that didn't change my "beauty".  Cut to June 16th 2023, a couple of days ago, woke up with a sharp, shooting pain, like contractions non-stop and ended up getting admitted, drips and pain killers not being effective, to rushing to a scan that helped find the root cause - Hemorrhage of cyst in ovary. Sounds

  Last year, June 2022, we celebrated my son's 8th birthday and thanks to the concussion and memory loss, I didn't remember anything about it. This year, as he turned 9, made sure that I was present and there were many presents(more than what you can see here) !  And ofcourse, this year, with the cake, friends, family and the time-off from work really helped me spend quality time with him and my family and really this was a birthday celebration to remember. 

Naduvula Konjam Pakkatha Kaanom - roughly translates from Tamizh as "Some pages missing from the middle". This movie has made me laugh so much and I still remember the condition he had - Medula Oblangata (which may not be the right medical reference - I don't know!). So it is a story of a man who loses his memory of the last 1 year and remembers everything else and functions normally. Little did I know that I'd end up in a similar situation - now, suddenly it is no longer funny! Post accident, I seemed to remember perfectly well, everything up until the 15 minutes before the accident. Anything that occurred from that moment also did not seem to be in retention. I was talking to people, whatsapping, basically, functioning as usual and not knowing that I would not recollect that conversation at all. It's almost 3 months now, I am back to normal I believe, however, June was hazy for sure. What I did while at the hospital and when I was back home, I cannot remember no

I hardly gave my mother the joy of seeing an empty lunch box. Infact it feels ironical that I am happiest when I see my son's dabba returning empty. I can't help but think of Amma everytime I pack kiddo's lunch box. As much as I enjoy deciding the menu (mostly dictated by the boy himself) and preparing it, I go back to my childhood days when I used to bring back my dabba exactly the way it was packed. I can now understand why Amma would get angry/upset seeing my unfinished box. Ah, all this makes me miss her all the more. I wish I could go back in time and let her have the pleasure of seeing the empty dabba. I did try my best to find as many opportunities as possible to cook for Amma once I started cooking and got better at it. I encourage every daughter/son to do this for their mother/father/grandparents while they are around. It is the most satisfying feeling ever!   I take pleasure in preparing elaborate meals for my family during the weekend to  compensate f