2017…my year how it should be!

Unlike the previous years where I recap the year just gone by (which I do by going through my phone’s photo gallery), this time I intend to undo a few things that I did in the not-so-happening last year.  So without ado here goes my I WILL NOT list in no particular order of urgency:

I will NOT:

  1. indulge in road rage. No, I have never done that but I am so very close! My driving skills are pretty decent and over the time I believe they have become a little more than pretty decent as I have no choice but to drive! Luckily, my nearly 6-year old i10’s gearbox can’t vouch for my driving skills!(I do need an automatic next!). But if one wants to hear the choicest of words flowing mellifluously from my mouth it is when I am driving and driving alone! I am an extremely patient driver and a stickler of traffic rules which unfortunately doesn’t go down too well in my lovely millennium city. The car driver behind me can toot his horn endlessly asking me to jump a red light as there is no police stationed there! And so many other imbecile drivers exist that the choicest of words that I mumble thankfully remain within the car! I do fantasize many times having a super unbreakable car which could hit *bang bang bang* against all those cars that really flout all the traffic rules! Unfortunately, my expression of this lovely fantasy didn’t go down well with my mom and a friend with whom I shared delightedly. Instead I could see a look of appall on their faces! Plan of action: I intend to just cool down and take a few deep breaths and drive on!
  2. be penny wise and pound foolish. This should be the first point really. I don’t wish to even ponder or write further on this as it makes my heart sink a million times as I recall all those things that I should not have purchased! Plan of action: I am going to be a very very smart woman who will spend her money wisely. Full stop. (I can see that side smirk on my brother’s face if he is reading it!)
  3.  take my bad hair days so seriously that I start to get depressed and get them chopped from my waist length to neck in a matter of a few seconds.  It’s not that I don’t like my very short urbane haircut, I just can’t seem to maintain it! Most of the time it looks like a mushroom placed on my scalp and on worse hair days, I am reminded of Inspector Happu Singh ji from the tv serial, ‘bhabhijee ghar par hai.’ (see pic below) Plan of action: Those 300 of 365 days of my bad hair days can be tied down to a bun or a pony. 
  4. just blindly trot in the first shop I set my eyes on and make purchase. I still don’t know why I do this! What is the point of going all the way to Nehru place – the hub of gadget repair shops- by changing metro twice and not getting the best deal as I simply just walk in to one shop and pay whatever is quoted to me! Plan of action: Will explore more options/shops to find solutions and then make purchases. (somewhat connected to point 2 above)
  5. write blogs that are sad! that’s what my daughter said to me the last time – why are they mostly sad. I never thought they were sad but then most dilemmas are sad, no? Plan of action: I will attempt to write happier stuff!img_6457
  6. day dream! oh yes, this will be the toughest of all but I will emerge victorious! While I jog usually which is first thing in the day, I enter a different zone right away and I doubt if I am out of it all day! Plan of action: A virtual slap on my face for every time I step into my crazy, twisted vicarious world.

I am sure once I press the ‘post’ button I would remember a few more “not to do” things but let me take care of these above.

A very happy new year to all those who read from top to bottom of my blog! 🙂

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4th:clicked by me of my daughter sketching her favourite model, Happy, who refused to be still!

 

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Shun the must-visits for vicariousness

 Don’t be disheartened when you can’t visit a ‘must-see’ place  or  can’t do ‘things you should do in your life time’  as  splashed in a plethora of articles (usually recycled) in print and online with filtered glossy pictures . I have done a few of such things and it usually has been a painful experience. Some were as close to being traumatic. From witnessing the F1 race when it happened for the first time in India some years ago to going up the historical towers in different countries- it has only been a time consuming, money wasting and mob-intimidating experience.

 Very recently, in my quest to make the best of what could be my last ever visit to the lovely coastal state in the east of India, Odisha, I decided to visit the iconic holy temple of Lord Jagannath in the small town of Puri, some 50 km away from where my dad works and lives in the state’s capital, Bhubaneswar. I have visited Puri some 4-5 times in the last 2 years but have always headed towards the beach. This last trip was more like ticking an iconic place off my suddenly-erupting-from-nowhere checklist and letting everyone know, all those people who asked me earlier if I had been to the temple, that yes, I have!  It is akin to going to Paris and not visiting the Eiffel Tower.

I am lucky I survived the very poorly-managed frenzied crowd that went berserk as soon as the gates to the sanctum opened. In a place where one should ideally display their best behaviour– after all, you are in the abode of God, one could see their worst coming out. They didn’t care if there were children (and a lady even got her one-month old baby!), ladies, old, sickly and frail people around them. They continually pushed one another till they reached the point where they could catch that one glimpse of the God’s idol. The mob was intimidating. I was one of them. I had to push along to survive. There was just one exit and the only way to it was by being carried away to it. I felt more awful for my mother who accompanied me as she is a quasi-claustrophobic. After a certain point I lost her in the throng. With phones being banned inside I could not contact her. Luckily, she had managed to reach the exit.


I have been to some amazing places in the state whch do not have the “must visit” tags attached to them. Starting from the Biodiversity park two minute away from my father’s accommodation where I jog every morning to visiting lovely beaches in the coastal towns of Konark, Puri, Gopalpur-on-Sea, and Chandipur-on-Sea. The Bay of Bengal looks so vast and beautiful. Not to forget the architecture of Konark’s Sun Temple which is breath taking.


 I am better off visiting the temple across the road where my dad lives. I have not witnessed anywhere else the enthusiasm with which the priest performs the daily evening prayer. As he goes in trance, some devotees play the drum and ring the gongs in cadence. You can feel the passion, the vibrations, Goddess Kali being invoked. And most importantly, you can breathe and come and go as you like.

So if those ‘must’ visit places attract mob, then you are better off watching them – the games, the places, the people – in the magazines or on the television. You have not missed out much. You have rather been a wise person. 

Explore unknown places. Uninhabited places. Unpopular places. Place that you will genuinely enjoy and not just go to a place ticked as mandatory by others. 


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Images from top (all clicked by me on iPhone): 

1: Lord Jagannath Temple, Puri

2. Walkers in the biodiversity park, Bhubaneswar

3. The priest at the local Kali temple, Bhubaneswar

4. Papa takes a walk by the Konark beach