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Thursday, May 14, 2020

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 105

Going nowhere cuz I got nowhere to go. 

 
Nothing to say anymore. Nothing has changed. Not a damn thing. I will not accept people taking me for granted and me giving them a free pass at their attitude and behaviour to walk all over me. Won't have it.

It's becoming insipid to the point that I'm ruminating about how complete my life is by being alone. There's this utter lack of effort, I wouldn't say indifference as much as cluelessness, but yeah, both, probably. 

A life like this... For the rest of my life. If that was even a thought, wouldn't know. It's not for me anyway. I know what I need and this I don't need. Never. Ever. 

What a waste of a potentially good relationship all because they didn't think it important enough to put in the effort. 

Not a loss but a save for self. Remember that. 

Friday, April 17, 2020

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 104


I've been seeing a lot of posts on Twitter by people across the board who are slowly reaching burnout, are mentally drained and unsure of what the future holds. I don't see too much of these rumblings and grumblings on LinkedIn for the most obvious reason: keep it professional.

Many companies are failing to read their internal data correctly nor are they really listening to the "correct" channels --- everyone's busy preaching: this is the perfect time to upskill, learn more, learn something new, don't waste this opportunity... 

Most of these posts/articles, I've noticed, are who I refer to as: The Preachers -- i.e. those who are financially secure, who delegate their work, who have excellent support systems etc. For them to say that people need to manage their time better in a lockdown --- when you reflect on it, how much of your time is truly yours versus it belonging to the organisation/people you work for?

Sharing a stat from one of my earlier posts where the data, tbh, wasn't surprising. The other is a post which resonated with me. It's imperative that we make a distinction about working from home in an every day scenario and during a pandemic.

#workfromhomelife #coronaviruslockdown


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Sunday, April 5, 2020

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 103

What I truly loved about Interstellar is how smoothly it transported me to Contact, a sci-fi flick I loved watching on Star Movies growing up, how I always dreamed of becoming a pilot. Realising right now how much I've suppressed, to forget, to let go. I quit on myself.

I'm in analysing mode and currently playing 10 questions to every answer. Bingo!

Is this where my fear of heights stems from? The inability to jump, take the plunge, always cautious, always thinking ten steps ahead and then taking ten steps back... You know, just to be safe.

Contact, among other bigger and more important issues it touched upon, also explores the father-daughter conundrum. Of pushing her to excel and to get her to achieve her potential. It resonated; know my dad gave me the best of what life could afford us.,

Yet was there deep-seated resentment somewhere? That we couldn't afford what I wanted, so I had to recalibrate my future? I remember him gulping at the ten grand each year for my three year BMM course. I have no clue how Canada happened, to be completely honest. I'll keep that for another vortex induced guilt trip.

What's bothering me? A constantly wound up fidgety ferret.

I just made myself a cuppa. I realised at that very moment I am not a risk taker -- at all. I play by the rules, by the book, always obey orders, instructions... I struggle to go off character, mostly deny myself things based on two principles -- are these wants or needs? I constantly live and breathe in the practicality of life. And probably, I feel, at this moment, it's because my dad said no -- to me wanting to fly.

So I caved and always used "lack of money in the bank" to deny myself. My way of dealing with a no, I guess. Dad took risks, became a businessman and beats the odds. My mum was independent, always pushing herself out of the house to a life she wanted to live on her own terms and turf.. Chelson followed her footsteps and I couldn't be happier knowing that he succeeded where I failed to even try.

Me? I played safe. I fucking played safe. To keep my family together. I don't know why I'm feeling so emotional and choked and clogged up but I played safe so that I would be a little less broken for all the failings that existed in the Saldanha family. I didn't want to ever ask anyone for money, for a loan, or a helping hand.

I, the dumbest human on this planet, mugged so much to ace every exam, unable to comprehend or learn or even absorb anything. Frightfully forgetful. Mediocre at best. I think everyone has seen that in my writing, I always thought it was the one thing I was decent at but when I look back at my grades, the assessment of my projects, my scriptwriting, my work these last ten+ years... It was all quite rudimentary, let's be honest here.

I think the last big risk I took was planning a solo trip to the UK and doing the Scotland trip. After detailed planning I ended up spending about INR 2 lakhs. The most money I have ever spent in three weeks. No regrets. I was frugal most days but never felt it. I had money in the bank. I was alive in every sense and I will never regret it. I had money in the bank.

I've done nothing as brave as that in a long long time. I've put my dreams on hold for something that's a 50-50 today. I've set aside savings for over a year hoping to change my narrative and start afresh --- a new life in a new environment. I'm going to do that. Work has already begun.

It all comes down to the timing. When is the right time? What if it's now or never? What if I'm too late or too early? What if I missed the bus? What if it's perfect weather? What if conditions are just right?

What if it's time to soar Chelsea?

"Lord gimme a sign" ~DMX


Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 102


Stayed up
Night long
Promised he,
"Not three
Just one"
Made note
Tight throat
Soft choke
Slept broke.

~CBS


Sometimes the words just pour out of you. Can't stop the flow man. Won't stop the flow. Just rolling with the pack of emotions. This is my collocutor space after all. 🤘

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 101

Is this an "ooops" instead of a - what if?

Learning again to never need no one. Failure is a great teacher, isn't she? The beast has shed her beauty. Time to say - fuck it, this fuck up has fucked up again and nothing fucking matters. Cue Larz Ulrich on the drums...

It's like the punches metted by a boxer. It hits you and hits you and hits you and you're bleeding from your eyes, your nose, you're spitting red everywhere... And you tell yourself -- it's okay. Time to close your eyes and let that KO in. After all, why do you even fucking try. You'll never win at this.


You failed. Again. And you'll fail again and again and again. Why? Because you're really not good enough. You're shit. You and your stupid fucking emotions are garbage. All they do is fuck up everything. Where's that fucking heart of stone you promised yourself? Where is it????? Why are you constantly breaking down? Have you learned nothing from your past? Where are you now!!!!

The self pity series begins... Shutdown and Lockdown mode switched on. 

Sunday, March 8, 2020

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 100




We've got a lot of people in powerful positions talking about #eachforequal today. And yet, few of them are making visible changes to make equal representation a reality in their organisation's leadership.

Posting on social media about how awesome the women surrounding you are, at the end of the day, are just words. For your words to mean anything --- give us a seat on that board, appoint us CEOs, offer us partnership... because we have earned it and we deserve it. Let your actions speak louder than your token once a year reminder.

To the women battling it all not just to rise to the top but who also don't tear their women colleagues down and give more women opportunities to excel and lead from the front -- YOU, are my SHEROES!

Empowered Women + Empowered Men = Empower Women

Happy Women's Day. 

#GirlPower

Friday, March 6, 2020

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 99

From a 2019 which meant everything to going back to ground zero at the turn of the new year and battling my range of emotions while holding on to what feels like nothing today. That's what kills a person -- the unsure piece. Whether they are truly wanted, just being settled for or are scrap now.

I am broken once more and I don't even know how to fix things. I have tried talking, sharing. And all I'm met with is silence. And I know the answer is to get out now before the damage on my psyche gets worse but the fear of ending something I believe is wonderful is terrifying. It will take me a long time to recover and the fear of another failure when I'm failing professionally too is something I am unable to bear.

How did I get here? Other than pouring my heart out -- again, I'm a fucking fool to believe people care. No one does. Everyone is so guarded that if you let your guard down they just come pummel you to pieces and leave. Every fucking time.

I remember Bangalore playing saviour to my battered soul, this time I will have no cubby hole to crawl into and die. And the shame and disappointment. Thinking, yes, this is it. This is mine.

I've always known love wasn't written in my stars. This time I thought maybe you're giving me a chance. That you'd have heard my silent prayer. But I'm wrong, aren't I? There is no love for me. Just loneliness. And that's okay. I've been alone so long, I'll settle back into my second skin. But this time I won't come out. Because I don't have any fight left in me. I'm done.



Friday, January 31, 2020

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 98

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