Daily scribbles and drools... Day 10

Poli-ticking timebomb

On the threshold of blowing. And dealing with conflict not directly your own shit really helps put things in perspective, about the people you work with and also about your relationships with those you thought would only remain work colleagues. 

Being an amiable and open book kinda person means people trust you with their innermost thoughts. Close buddies to random strangers to even work colleagues.

With great trust comes great responsibility to help them tide through these tough times. It's never easy as a newbie and sometimes, intentionally or otherwise we old hands in an organisation do throw shade on their parade so much so that we make it a choked environment. Learning that we need to step back more often than not and eat humble pie. 

And was again reminded... Listen to those unspoken words. And read body language.

It will help in dealing with tough nuts anywhere and anytime.

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 9

Muru

So, after Nepal and seeing how terribly unfit I was, I decided to start walking home at least thrice a week... Mainly to make sure I had some physical activity happening from an otherwise 9 to 8 desk job!

One of the good things about walking home after a tiring day at the workplace is talking about it with people. After a lot of cajoling, I had the pleasure of Muru's company day before when walking home.

The boy barely speaks two words throughout the day to anyone and I keep telling him to speak up! In a one on one though, he loves sharing and is expressive and I think people just want an opportunity to be heard and not be bull dozed by us enthu-cutlets!

We had a heart to heart conversation about our goals and dreams, how and why we should always push ourselves to keep learning... And that money or the lack of it should never hold us back.

I made it a point to motivate and push him to gain more experience and work hard at self learning... And he was just sooooo pumped. I know how the enthusiasm dies once you reach home, but in my heart of hearts, I always hope, people will see my example as something they can be inspired from --- a girl with limited to no talent but gives her 110% in everything, is always learning and pushing herself, is always wanting to join in conversations and make sure she is staying ahead of the curve... Even with limited resources at her disposal.

Our conversation also took me down a lane I often recollect... Stephanie Barco. I'll always remember her telling me I had a small role in her becoming a lector. She was phenomenal on the mic when reading the liturgy in Church.

For me, inspiring people to be the best they can possibly be... Inspires me to push myself even further. So many of us are walking around with little to no faith in our abilities, in what we can achieve. So i believe that it's the collective responsibility of all those who have so much faith and positivity, to share their belief in another human beings dreams and aspirations.

The sky is not the limit! Keep soaring!!!

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 8

Bloated.

Terribly. Stomach cramps, all the signs of an impending period just that the damn thing won't even start. Get on with it already! I have one week to go on vacation and last thing I want is giving this a free ride.

Got told that probably the dormant fibroid may have something to do with this. If this continues next month, I'll have to get it checked. Something I really wanna avoid.

Total humbug moment happening.

Daily scribbles and drools... Day 7

Fell Fatale....

After today's 5.30 hours of dancing, I knew I was anything but a Femme Fatale. I think we were the three oldest people on the dance floor. 22 minutes of warm up and we were ready to call it quits!

Along with our bodies, our brains couldn't keep up with the steps either. Plenty of times we spanked each other, wacked each other's books with our elbows, seriously for girls who love to dance... Our rhythm just flew out of the window. No, really... We were content being back benchers with limited talent. Lololol.

I found myself looking the first dance form of Lyrical. I really learnt a lot and feel that with practice I could master the routine.

The Urban dance was good for a first time teacher but I think she had to definitely work on her teaching skills.

The third dance of heels was on a Bollywood song but by then Thitli and I were done while the Captain suddenly came to life on the Hindi track. Hahahha. I left cuz nana had been alone at home for too long.

Most of the people had been dancing for awhile. What was amazing to watch was people in different shapes and sizes, guys in boots shaking it for the world to watch and they were killing it! This one trainer - I think her name is Radhika, I became a fan and was really impressed with her grace, emotion and the flawless effort she put into her style.

It was a great experience and I hope my body will recover fast for another 5 hour dance marathon tomorrow. But more than anything, it was definitely nice to have the "Mein Teja Hu" girls together again.

Later days !