Love Your Boredom

Every time I come across individuals who keep complaining that they are bored, I get very curious!! (They make me wonder, if they ever get bored of being bored!!) Trust me…… I have come across people who seem to find their own lives boring!! Since these people occupy my mind space when it starts showing signs of boredom, I find boredom interesting!!

Out of my personal experience, I can vouch that it is during those periods lacking activity or when individuals are uninterested in the activities surrounding them, most fascinating and wild thoughts cross the mind!!

Most fantasies and ingenious ideas are invariably products of boredom!! Isn’t it during those boring study holidays, that we get wonderful ideas to spend holidays? Isn’t it in between those boring lectures that we get ideas for surprise birthday parties!!

I am really passionate about my moments of boredom, because more or less, a whole lot of fabulous, fun ideas of mine are born on those fiercely bored, frustrated days-when my entire life seems so monotonous that I want to break free!! I love those bouts of boredom- that to me is like the silence between two waves!! That is when a new idea or a thought is born within me which helps me in loving my boredom. It is a very beautiful space, of inactivity, of pure existence of effortless living!! That’s probably why I find it funny when people want to fight boredom!! I think boredom is something that we must enjoy, let it just be, rather than try to fight it!! After all, it is yet another emotion, a very potent one!! (If not anything else, it makes you write stuff like this!! He he he…)

So……..Explore your boredom!! Make it the most exciting part of your life!! To me, it is definitely one of my exciting factors of life!!

So, here’s to exciting long hours of boredom….. And to all the wild and fabulous ideas that would spring out of it cheers!! :)

Remember don’t fight your boredom but live with it and enjoy it, life without boredom is a like a day without a smile

Unexplained Relationship

Every day when I left home to college at 9.00 am I would see an old lady sitting near the bus stop, always in a same saree which had lost its shine and colour years back. She would talk to herself and do some signs which made me think with whom she was talking to.

Some said she was a mad lady, while others told she was a beggar and the rest simply said she was a rag picker, I understood how people form their own opinions quickly in just looking at a person, though it might be right or wrong. However for me she was simply another woman just like me filled with flesh and blood. Slowly it became a routine for me to see this old lady near the bus stop until my bus came.

I started speaking about this old lady to my friends but none of them seemed to be interested in what I had to tell, and just kept refusing to hear anything about the old lady and slowly I stopped speaking about her to my friends, but she was never gone out of my mind she was still there in my thoughts, I wondered why do I think so much about her when I have lot of better things to do in my life, silence was the answer I got for myself.

It was the month of March and final exams had started and I was engrossed in my studies, timetable and exams and the old lady had no place in my thoughts temporarily, my exams were over and vacations started it was then I again my mind started to pick up the things about the old lady where it had left. On the way back home from my college I saw her sitting as usual and talking something and today I saw her wearing a different saree and a green woolen blouse, I guessed someone must have given her and kept walking until I reached my home.

Since it was my vacations I didn’t get much time to see the old lady, but whatever little chances I got I utilized them completely just to have a glance of her, I enjoyed my vacations meeting my relatives and going to trips with them but this time old lady was in my mind unlike my examination time.

2 months of vacation had come to an end and here I was stepping into my 12th grade or my 2nd yr of Pre University College, it was the first day of my college after the 2month long vacation, I had carried a plain book, 2 pens, water bottle, my bus pass and rupees 10 with me, wanted to make note of the text books which my lecturer would say. I reached the bus stop and looked for the old lady but she wasn’t there I was slightly disturbed and while coming back from college I again saw the place she was sitting but to my dismay she wasn’t there, this search of mine for the old lady continued for several days until one day I learnt from one of my neighbor that she was killed in a road accident while I was away enjoying my vacations. I was stunned and I wasn’t able to utter anything, I wasn’t able to understand how I was feeling, I hadn’t spoken a word with her, nor a smile, and she doesn’t know me either, inspite of all these her absence moved me and made me think a lot about her.

Some relationships are unexplained like the one I shared with this old lady.
Have u felt such strange unexplained relationships in life without utttering a word and sharing a small smile ?

I Keep Wondering But Life Goes On

I first wondered why I couldn’t stay for some more time in mother’s womb instead of stepping into this big world, yes I started wondering about things from the day I landed on this planet, or maybe even before that.

As my mom has told me I used to sleep a lot, so I used to wonder why can’t I sleep some more time why does my mom or anyone wake me to cuddle and pamper me. I wondered why was I in a kindergarten with other children who were just like me not willing to sit there and most of the time with eyes filled with tears and who wanted to go home to their moms just like me. I kept wondering a lot when one day my mom called to her side and told me there will be a baby in our home and it is god’s gift, I didn’t know what it meant so again I started wondering how the baby will be, will it look like me, what will it call me, what I should call the baby, well the list goes on.

D day had come I went to see my baby brother he was crying loudly inspite of that I hugged him and wondered what was making him to cry and how did he stop crying when he was in my mom’s arms. Every day after school I would come home wondering what would my baby brother be doing, will he be missing as much I do and will he be thinking of me just like I think of him. Things changed my baby brother grew up and years had passed in a blink of an eye, most of the things had changed but not the way I wondered about things and people. It was my first day in college I wondered if I would make any friends being a introvert I was, I wondered will I be able to able to understand the new subjects thought in the college, I wondered where will I get the reference books for additional studying.

Soon it was time for the adieus and goodbyes in college and my first step to the big corporate world, I wondered in which organization will I be working and when would I start working, soon I landed in a job as executive tele sales for a year which was a learning curve for me and I enjoyed working and time for my second job and organization, I wondered what should my profile look like and how should I mould myself personally and professionally. Amidst all these I fell in love with a handsome hunk who stole my heart in his magical words and I wondered what was that which made me love him so much, I do not have the answer to this even today. I wondered how this guy who was an IT Manager loved me a girl who was an introvert and very simple looking…………. I wondered

I wondered how will I inform my parents regarding my boy friend and before I could realize things had fallen in its place and I had married my guy and had become Miss Nandini to Mrs Mithun, I wondered how did things happen so fast in my life and how did everything go in an order without any plan….

Today as I am sitting and writing this I look back into my life and wonder how everything was admirable with lot of lessons to learn and everything falling in place at right time.

I wonder what the beauty of the life is.

As Robert Frost told ‘in three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

Wonder about the everyday surprises life offers you, sit back and enjoy everything, because life goes on, no matter what

Are You Listening

Are you listening, to what I am saying??


Did you hear what I just said?
I have heard these questions, as a question, as an argument or as a shout am sure you must have aswell…
Why can’t all of us be good listeners? And are all the people who call themselves good listeners really so…

Truly listening to someone is one of the greatest gifts we give to each other. So when you are listening to others, you are treating them with the respect they need, and that indicates, what they are talking about is absolutely important to you.
Though, I sometimes call myself a good listener, am I really one..??. I can listen to music which does not mean much, but listening to other humans, it is not easy as our ego comes in the way sometimes. You want to interrupt the talker and give your views, which could stem the flow. You want to prove your point is right.

We need to be objective when listening, keeping aside our ideas, views and allow the speaker to give their point of view. Only then we learn. Giving the correct responses to show that you are actually listening is very important; sometimes, but how many actually do this?
So what is the speaker’s angle…? When they want advice, they will more likely go to the person who will listen to them without passing judgment, or being bossy. It is because by speaking it out to somebody, they get to understand the same better and act on it themselves...

The most important thing in good family relationships between the wife and husband or the kids and parents is to leave out the stubbornness to cling to their own ideas and assertions and to start listening, which in turn unveils wonderful results...Great leaders say that we can learn a lot from everyday events. Human beings have the power of discrimination to maintain the quality of life by learning the art of true listening

Very true, God has given us two ears and only one mouth, to listen more and talk less. And the gift of listening is wisdom, from the experiences of others.

Well let us not include those who want to be selective listeners… listening to others, be it the people you love, the people who bore you, the people you are not comfortable does make a difference in case of the speaker…

What do you think?  Is listenening a hard work ?

Love Your Inlaws Like Your Parents

A friend of mine called me yesterday and her voice was tinkling like a bell and sounded very joyous, curious I was asked her the reason for her happiness, but was annoyed knowing the reason.


My friend told me that finally she had left the wretched old creature in the old age home and that the services are free and both she and her husband doesn’t have to pay anything, everything was done with just paper formalities and signatures. Yes u guessed it right she was referring to her mother in law.

I wondered how could a person do like this, and worst of all how did the son agree to this? Did he not know the importance of his mother? My friend’s mother in law was a widow who had lost her husband at a very young age and lived all her life just for her son, who today had left her alone to suffer in an old age. My friend told several reasons why they have left her mother in law in an old age home:

She was always watching television and not listening to anyone.

She went out for long walks and slept on time.

She always came to kitchen to cut vegetables and interfere in her my friend’s work though my friend claims she knew everything.

I felt all the reasons were silly and stupid if an old person is watching television I do not see anything wrong in that, same thing applies to long walks and sleep. When mother in law wants to help in kitchen work, how can I misunderstand that and think she is interfering. No matter whatever reasons are I am one who is always against joining parents and in laws to old age homes.

Trying to come out of this shock I read a paper clipping where a son and daughter in law had cheated the boy’s parents and taken property and money and left them in an old age home and told the old people were rag pickers and were mad!!

I was aghast hearing and reading such things. I had to pull myself to terms before I could realize what was happening around me, I am sure as kids we must have irritated our parents and annoyed them a lot, but they did not lose hope on us and did not live us anywhere alone, they punished us for our own good and loved us all the more every second.

I dare say that all daughters in laws are bad, yes there are tolerant and lovable ones aswell and I am not talking about them. I have heard many people say ‘oh that old lady deserves it and she was not in a good relationship with her daughter in law’, blah blah blah……. Point agreed I know that there are bad mother in laws across the world but my point is not everyone are bad, they are some very sweet mother in laws also. When a person is old and unable to take care of himself/herself all that they need is love care and affection, not loneliness and revenge.

I really do not understand few girls who do not care about their mother in law, they always try to maintain distance with them and never shower true affection and never behave like human beings aswell. I believe that if I am good to someone they will be definitely be good to me, and if they are not surely they will mend their ways, I am no one to teach them a lesson. The day I started addressing my mother in law as mom I got another mom who showers immense affection on me and cares for me always. I am just myself with my mother in law.

Please say no to old age homes, off late there is a steady increase in old age homes because of some lazy and sick people who do not want to take care of their parents and in laws. Love your parents, and when I say parents it applies to in laws aswell. Give them your never ending and true love and see the happiness you get.

Trust me it works

Sunrise To Sunset

Ever since I got married and moved to an entirely new place to stay with my husband, one usual question I was asked by my relatives and friends who stayed back at home was


“Nandu how do u spend your time’? What do you do from morning till evening? I have heard this question many times by many people in their own ways. At first I thought is everyone just curious to know what I was doing the whole day or were they really concerned about me. Without thinking twice I would promptly answer ‘I read, write, cook clean my home, watch TV for some time and browse computer and by doing all this time just flies and there I am in the evening looking at the beautiful sun bidding me good bye and sipping my tea and enjoying every bit of it..

Well apart from all the above things I am in the process of discovering myself and reinventing myself in a new land with new friends and a totally new me. When I say totally new me I simply refer to the truly chatter box which I am now, which I discovered about myself after coming in contact with my hubby, sometimes I wonder where was this little chatter box all these years ?? I discovered that I could write something sensible and that at least someone out there wanted to read my posts which bought a small curve on my lips and a little glow in my eyes, with wanting to write more with every passing day and trying to capture more moments of this beautiful thing called life.

Secondly I reinvented that I was not a bad cook at all, though not the best for a girl who didn’t know basics of cooking to becoming a queen in the kitchen managing things in kitchen was a slow and steady growth, I am sure many should have experienced this just like me.

Later I learnt that by every passing day I was learning to be more patient about things, because patience teaches many valuable things in life. I decide to have a smile in my heart, and on my lips spreading the same to my hubby.

Here I am rediscovering and reinventing me, I always wondered what would a home maker do sitting at home, wasn’t it boring, but I have found the answers and guess every home maker who is sitting at home is rediscovering and reinventing herself in one or the other way creating a harmony and peace for herself and for her loved ones……………..

I have understood the value of being a homemaker and I am happy about that and it is not a monotonous job but a wonderful time to rediscover and re invent myself everyday and think about things in a positive way, being a home maker truly teaches many valuable lessons, but left upto you to learn it or not.

For all those who wanted to know what I was doing from sunrise to sunset, there I have replied what I do and how it feels to be a home maker, thank you for all those who kept asking me the question

‘Nandu how do u spend your time’?