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I don’t know exactly what to write today. I wanted to write something because I am feeling slightly bored and depressed so I have made few diary entries.

I was surprised to see myself crying at 5 am in the morning. Those salty droplets of water which often unleash the repressed feeling just wouldn’t stop until I came back to my senses and discovered that I had a bad dream where I saw my maternal grandfather die. If it’s not my grandfather, somebody else and such kind of dreams often pester me. I decided to research on my dreaming pattern and such kind of dreams often reflect our fears. I have a deep rooted fear of losing people I really love because they are the ones who always will accept me for what I am. Not only that, it somehow also reflects my fear of being said, “NO”

Secondly, I have been reading this wonderful book, “Seven Years in Tibet” and I have got the movie based on the book too but I will watch it later. This book is about a daring escape by Heinrich Harrer ( Olympic ski champion).Being an Austrian, he was taken as a prisoner of war in India during the Second World War. But on his third attempt he finally succeeded in escaping into Tibet. He stayed there for seven years, learned the language and acquired a greater understanding of the country often neglected. Makes me want to visit Tibet.

Thirdly, nobody can convince me to buy an iPad or another tablet for it is inconvenient, takes too much of space in your bag, besides reading anything on it is a pain to retina.

Fourthly, I used to hate maths in school but believe me now the very same maths is giving me hell lot of confidence and happiness. I have found that maths is my new found love. My maths teacher will either kill himself or will really hug me after reading this. He is as complicated as maths.

Talking about love, I still wonder if Tina Turner is right in singing, “What is love but a second-hand emotion?” Wish Tina and I are proven wrong.

Almond Oil is actually good for skin. I feel my skin nourished and protected. Thanks again mummy, you say more truths than lies. I also read that olives are not only good for hair but for ovaries, that bananas reduces your weight. I want to give yoga a try but need good instructor but before that I need somebody to convince me that Yoga is actually good.

As I was passing Subway, I wondered why the food chain is named after underground tunnel. Google didn’t  give me an answer.

I feel suffocated in this city until I let it out today. Is there no escaping, maybe I am not as brave as Harrer.

So, Rafael Nadal is scared of lightning, dogs and lights being switched off in his room and his uncle. Well so much for big burly guys, I bet they are even scared of guinea pigs.

Can people stop flaunting on Facebook? Do they even realize that their awesome lives, look awful.

Wow!!! I love the snow flakes on WordPress. Cheers me up.

Just wondered how interesting I can be when I am bored or maybe conceited and by the end of it I am smiling.

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3 responses »

  1. Very good blog Devika. A little sad but unfortunately that reflects the mood of the world these days I think – there seems a general and worldwide malaise.

    I can’t believe that I, the Scottish one, am about to try and convince the Indian one about the greatness of yoga! I take classes from an old Indian man in Glasgow – its very good for fitness, health, mental health and for calming me down. I do bikram yoga which is yoga in a very hot room – that is maybe the best part as it is currently snowing and -1oC.

    Will read through more of your blogs when I have time but I enjoyed this one.

  2. Thanks Simon. I just hope a day comes where I don’t have to sit and think and even work as a dead meat in the pressure cooker, but idealism rarely matters and instead I have to cope and adjust in the pressure cooker.
    I will try Bikram Yoga….the best part is that it is in a hot room. I do wish for a good instructor. -10 degrees, you must be Jack Frost by now. I want more of your blogs too….I do enjoy your write ups, boy you have a flair for tongue and cheek

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