Day 8: Different Thoughts

Peace hasn’t come yet. The plan to become a better and positive person is kind of failing. There is this urge to answer back to people and tell them that ‘this is how I’m right’ , ‘I am saying this and you are understanding this.’ 

Most of the thoughts are anger, irritation, and misunderstanding and a feeling to run away from life finding it useless. 

When we keep wishing on things that we actually want to do, then why can’t/don’t we do it. Even after knowning this is one life that we’ve got and next we won’t remember. 

Nowadays if we don’t explain our part, everyone think that we are accepting our fault. In sanskrit ‘Maunam sukriti laxanam’. 

There should be ‘Maun vrat (silence fasting)’ once every week. Ahhh! I wish I could do that so that people could understand that silence is not always acceptance but avoidance of quarell! 

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Day 1: headache and tears. 

Trying to be good. I’m trying to stop looking at other person’s judgements about me. To rise above the competition of making a person bad. And raise the standard of thinking. 

Someone has rightly said that talk about ideas or places rather than people. It’s for my peace of mind. It’s to avoid the circle of negitivity. If got no option, being patient and silent. 

Challange of the week: Stay away from gossips (any kind) for a week. Keep silent during gossips or walk away. How you feel?? 

Love Relation

Husband. He is the opposite sex. Why do we forget that? Why do husbands remember but avoid that? We are not clones. Individuals act differently.
Husband is our life partner. We fall in love, get married and then grow up together but apart. Why does it happen so?

I’ve seen that in this modern era, people are suffering more. Depression and divorces are becoming so common. What is compatibility?
Loving someone beyond liking him is love. Asking a person to behave in a manner you like, is not.

My husband and I are one bad combination. Ours was an arranged marriage, we fell in love during courtship period. Many a times we realized it will be a difficult journey but we exchanged our vows on the decided date according to our ‘kundlis‘.

Living separately in different cities and talking on phone is one thing. When we met, I was allowed to be late and was appreciated. He was allowed to take the important calls and dress insanely.

But now after sharing one bedroom, life became complicated. Both of our space vanished in thin air. Due to the hectic events during marriage, I became so tired and cheerless and sleepless that I almost hacked into his life. And he did was- focusing on my flaws. Both of us didn’t know what we were doing.

I knew we had to stick together. We had to give ourselves a chance. We knew we loved each other because no matter how much we hated the incompatibly, we couldn’t think apart (I love him!)

But because men are stupid, its women’s job to tell him how things work. I told him we had to start talking. Our conversations had become small and that had to improve. He taught me to keep silent when irritated. Tough for both of us! We started to know each other from beginning.

For twenty seven years he had been growing at a distant city in a different environment, with unlike people and a catchy-contrast day routine. So was I. We suddenly expected to be perfect for each others in three months. We may/may not be in a year or a decade or our entire lifetime.

Now we are learning. To appreciate and love the life together. To respect the distance because it helps us to forgive and miss each other. We are teaching and changing our ways of life. And discovering the days and years we’ve missed.
We are finding love, everyday.

Mum-me

Mothers are most beautiful human. The love they have inside them is limitless which flows like a river. Needn’t say!
No matter where I am, no matter how stupid I behave, I love you Mumme! The mostest in the world.
No matter where I look for, there isn’t one heart that can love me like you do!
I wish you all the happiness in the world.

Honeymoon Part-1

Bula!!

Likuliku resort, Fiji

Ours was true ‘big fat Indian wedding’. With more than 5000 guest and a week of events and functions and hectic rituals, escaping the city became very important to ease on our tiredness. We flew from India to Fiji via Korea. Almost a day and half journey increased my . And I had a typical mind set (“how its supposed to be”) regarding honeymoon. This is a true story with no spice added.
Nothing serious, but honeymoon is not as sweet as honey, and you are mostly so tired that you won’t be seeing the moon much.

We were welcomed on the island with music and dance. I wanted to dance along, but my hubby was in formals. On heading to our resort, we chose a longer path only to see other resorts through boat. It seemed my husband was waiting for the room to start his romance. He was so tired carrying all the luggage that all our journey went sleeping and eating.

A deluxe room. More like a hut, with a private pool and a picturesque sea, a great view– calls you outside early morning at your private beach –from your bed. You won’t be lazy. We also saw the water houses above the beach. They are pretty. Some part of the flooring is of glass, so its nice to see the water under from the room. All night the waves make noise, which seemed disturbing to the couple– whose room we went in. They also had stairs to the water where they could do snorkelling in the water directly.

Don’t leave your camera and bikini/ bermudas. The scene is so gorgeous that we could sit there for hours and enjoy the sound of the sea.
Yeah, we did not. There was so much else to do (wink). We also had a bed at the outer porch near the pool with the view of sea. A personal space with so much in it that you needn’t go out of your room. But no food is served in the rooms.

Being vegetarians, I got bored of bread and butter and fruits. So, Monty would order for dinner in afternoon and they would search for our Indian recipes online and serve us at dinner. Always warm and welcoming.

Apart from the leisures, they have few water sports like scuba diving, snorkeling, kayaking, and other that I did not see.
Scuba was so annoying, more because we couldn’t go for it due to all training and stuff. I think Bora Bora is better for scuba.

How can I forget! Couple spa.. There’s nothing “couple” about it, only that you and your husband would share one room. You both get one strong muscular ‘woman’ massaging your backs. What a bliss it was! When we were about to sleep, we had to get up. If only we had a proper booking made! The massage was better than the Polynesian Spa in Rotorua, New Zealand (which is famous for I don’t know what. Just the different types of pools maybe.)
Fiji plays a different kind of music in your ears and mind. Its relaxing! Don’t stress for too much.

P.s. Go and spoil your senses.