Of life and lifemates - Part 1

I've just realised I'm getting a kick out of doing 'of' titles in the past few posts. Let's see how long that will last. :-)

Anyway, over a glass of iced chrysanthemum tea and loh shi fun last night, our diverse conversation topics touched on marriage, namely the number of people we know getting married. (amongst other things discussed). I said it's something I can blog about and Nick 'about to be chainsawed in his nightmare' dorian told me to do it and not just say I'll do it. So, voila.

One post won't be enough actually. Marriages, happily ever after, the 'ONE', call it by whatever name, I'd qualify as an expert speaker based on race alone.In fact, I could probably write a book on it. I honestly don't think any other race is as hung-up (for want of a better word) about marriage as Indian people are. At the age of 32 by Indian standards I'm probably considered over the hill in the marriage mart. "Kind" souls will point out that the only options available to me would be divorcés, widowers,axe murderers etc etc. Yet they STILL persist in trying to find me a life-partner.

And since they feel I'm not making an effort to find one, relatives, friends and the likes see fit to 'help' me out. In this modern day and age I've done the whole traditional meet-the-groom (and 1/2 a dozen of his family members) routine several times over. Initially I'd throw a tantrum to rival a two-year old prior to these 'meets'. Then I decided to take a philosophical view. The experiences make GREAT material. Who knows, I might end up becoming the Nia Vardalos of the Indian community! :-D

The way I see it, not EVERY single living soul on the planet is destined to have a life partner. And a life partner nowadays is not necessarily for life (yes, yes I know it's a cynical view but really, that's the truth. I mean, he/she could die, run away with the maid, run away with a younger woman, run way, divorce you and move to another country, marry someone else while still married to you (it's still abandonment in my book). Don't even let me get started on those who still have an invisible umbilical cord attached to their mothers. I mean I'm all for motherly love and all that but hello, if you're old enough to get married, have sex etc etc you'd think you'd be old enough to make decisions on your own without running to mummy all the time.

I'm not against marriage (really, I'm not). I read romance novels for crying out loud. I'm so into the prince charming, happily ever after fantasy but unless I'm a character in a Walt Disney movie, more often than not that ain't how real life is going down. Yes, it's nice to have a 'life-partner', yes, it would be nice to share whatever with someone who's ACTUALLY with you because they want to and not because they're related to you by blood so don't have a choice :-D and all the other good/positive stuff that goes with having a 'significant other'.

That doesn't mean you just close your eyes and jump. I mean I'm happy being single and the point of getting into the whole romance/relationship planet is to be H-A-P-P-I-E-R. The wedding is just like a teaser...but no matter how good a teaser it won't save the movie if the casting is crap and the storyline weak ;-)
So until I get a near-perfect-dream cast and a good story, I'm going to enjoy being a bachelorette and just...channel-surf :-D

OMG...A Following

I'm having a do-nothing day in the office. Work is a bit slow so most of the days I'm just playing poker on fb or one of the other games. Have been thinking of what to write all day and I thought maybe I'll give it a break today, I mean, it's not like I HAVE to write something every single day.

Besides, since all my pics are at home I can't upload pics when I blog from the office, which means that it will just be words...words...and more words.

So while kb-gathering, I just surfed my blog to see if I had any comments on the total sum of 2 posts and then I saw IT. I have a FOLLOWER!!!!!! OH MY GOD! My own following. PoG!!!! So what if it's a following of one...I HAVE one, that's the point. Someone who's willing to ACTUALLY take the time on and off to read my nonsense!

*Gasp* The pressure is now greater to actually continue writing. I mean I have a FOLLOWING to please. I cannot just give up and bury this blog too. I have to answer to my FOLLOWING. This person (or people even in the future, if I can be optimistic) actually considers my word worthy of a FOLLOWING. Now I have to give more thought to what I'm actually going to write. I mean, my writing could influence my following. I could be the next political leader (or not). I cannot just write nonsense thinking no one is going to pay any attention any more. Life as I know it has ended and a new one is beginning. This person could tell another person who could tell another person who........ (*hint* *hint*)

(Note to PoG: You WILL have to stop laughing eventually you know)

Anyway, where was I?..ahh yess....This could be the start of something wonderful, beautiful, fruitful and eventful (even I can't take any more 'fuls') :-D

What a nice surprise on another normal, ordinary day. It's a nice feeling to know that someone out there (doesn't matter if it's a friend or a stranger) actually wants to hear what you have to say.

At the end of the day that's what we all want isn't it?For someone to just listen to us - not judge, not advice and not tell us what to do but to just.....listen. Who by doing that actually mean,
"Hey, I know you have something to say and I know it's important for you to say it so I'm going to let you have your moment because I value you" :-D


So that's my 2 cents for the day. Something (hopefully) that came out of nothing!

Little Ms Chatterbox

Hi. My name is Nalina and I'm a talk-a-holic.

There, I've said it. No profound insight, no waves of shame, guilt, remorse or sudden urge to apologise. Nada. Zilch. Zip. Nyet.

I've been called a chatterbox (actually people seem to have forgotten that concise description) but there's bising, noisy, mulut murai, talk too much, talk too fast, talk too loud and a host of other names. In the beginning I think I was slightly bothered by it (I started very young so I can't really remember) but I've learnt to tune it out now, just like how some people tune me out (hey, all's fair and all that).

I used to think that the reason I just talk is because when I'm dead (and contrary to popular belief you don't just die of old age..you can drop dead anytime) that's it...nothing can be said anymore. I couldn't do it even if I wanted to. Then what happens of the things unsaid? So might as well get it all out now and have no regrets later. While some part of me still believes that to be true, I also now think I just like to talk, a lot, amongst other things. But talking does seem to be the most prominent character trait however. Oh I can listen as well as if not better than the next person, form intelligent judgements and reach wise and profound conclusions about life and all other matters but I can talk....a lot. So what?

I was about to say I'm sorry if people can't understand that but I'm not really, so why apologise. I like me, talking and all so why should I be sorry for it. As mentioned, I DO have other qualities but if people are sooooo focused on the talking and can't see the forest for the trees, how is that my problem.

So if anyone is expecting me to turn over a new leaf, be more 'mature' (another over-rated trait) and stop talking so much, I've got news jack, ain't gonna happen. EVEN facebook says so - I took the what am I born to do quiz and surprise, surprise it came out 'good talker'. See?

Oh I think once upon a time I might've considered cutting down etc..just to be 'liked' but I realised as I get older that I can stuff all that. The ONLY person that I need to be concerned with who likes me or not is ME! So I like me just fine (except for the weight issue but that's another story), in fact I LOVE me. All of me. The good, bad, the ugly, the funny, the serious, the thin, the fat...all of me I love. So put that in your pipe and smoke it! You always have the option of walking away people.

As for me, I'm having great fun being me so I don't foresee that changing anytime soon.