tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59046691067083892972024-03-13T23:38:35.849-07:00AGNESIAN TRAILAgnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.comBlogger128125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-43842378714146875982016-10-24T11:56:00.001-07:002017-02-18T03:03:51.811-08:00Down the memory lane…<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; mso-line-height-alt: 13.85pt;">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Down the memory
lane I have had beautiful friends around me who were solely responsible for the
eidetic memory I have. The memories have been shedding gladness over the
past. I thought I would recollect my
beautiful memories during my school days so that people can match it with all
those you had in your lives.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This brought to
mind an aspect of culture which I’ve experienced in Haflong. The culture
brought about by rivalry. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I think it is safe
to say that most schools have a rival. A school that is similar in terms of sports
teams, or reach for the top competitors, or school size, or even just
geographic area. Any time the rival schools compete, students come out in
droves, dressed in uniform chanting school cheers. It brought the school
together, with everyone hoping for the same outcome.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I grew up with
this. The cheers still come to me readily 16 years after I passed out from St
Agnes’. I remember full-school spirit days, travelling to rival schools or
Cultural Institute Hall for contests or simply as part of a cheer squad to
support St Agnes’. Every teacher and student got geared up for these meetings
and made up part of who were we.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why was our school
better than our rival? It wasn't, necessarily, but we found reasons to be the
better school, and we rallied around those reasons. There are only five schools
in the league . Don Bosco High School, Govt Girls’ High School, CHT Synod, Govt
Boys’ High School. Geographically, the nearest rival school was about 10
minutes .The next closest school, Govt Girls High School was about 20 minutes
away, and the next one CHT Synod another 20 minutes, and Govt Boys High School
about 30 minutes. We all had school spirit. And don’t get me wrong, we never
lacked those regular interactions with a similar school to really get that
rivalry going. We had created a good old-fashioned rivalry (and a healthy one,
at that). We were encouraged to foster
friendly competition; with a hint of "can't wait until we face off against
you again"<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I realize that
this isn't the only thing necessary to bring an entire school together in an
over-arching demonstration of its culture. On Republic Day or Independence Day
we would throng in the Roman Field and just glare at Don Bosco boys for no
reason at all. The boys amused themselves by waiting for the girls to come out
of the school wearing their 4 inches below the knee blue skirt and giggling.
And of course, they loved whistling at us. It was just a boy thing I guess. And
the girls felt good about themselves. St Agnes’ girls were prettier and
daintier than the girls of Govt Girls High School or CHT Synod. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The friendship
formed during those years lasted until today. And I’m sure many school mates
would agree that friendship formed in school is the best kind of friendship we
will ever have in life.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We can still joke
and nostalgically reminisce over high school sports tournament, inter school
competitions, friends, secret slam book, making notes at Miss Bonner’s
tuitions, and an overall celebration for the school years. I couldn't have
imagined a more perfect school experience than at Haflong. And to show how much
our little town understands and appreciates tradition and values.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-76893575283746590892016-09-04T10:51:00.002-07:002017-04-09T01:36:06.541-07:00Hello darling...<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm; text-align: justify;">
<span style="background: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">What we have, we don't want. What we want, we don't know. In
the search for what we want we begin a journey....a journey of experiments with
self and with people that come along. It almost becomes a cycle of hope
and disappointments, till we accept this as a part of life. Then nothing
matters but the journey, and the realization that you got to walk alone...make
companions as we cross roads on the way....walk together, share laughter, till
roads become different again. Some walk small, some walk long...in the end
everything ends.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="background: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">Fun is not in length, but in depth. But in search of length
we forget to enjoy the depth.</span><span style="font-size: 11pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<o:p></o:p>Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-52853299204430637992016-08-29T22:56:00.003-07:002017-12-03T11:58:29.526-08:00<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-family: "tahoma" , sans-serif; font-size: 11pt;">We have the right to choose to
make it the best thing that's happened to us or the worst. The ending of any
relationship, is the opportunity for us to take back the power and energy and
effort we gave others to make us happy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Choose to be vulnerable because it's ok and it's a part of who we are.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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We can't forgive others because we can forgive ourselves first.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-84085860770042668452016-04-08T12:18:00.003-07:002016-05-26T11:30:27.802-07:00An Impromptu Trip<div style="background: white; line-height: 18.0pt; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
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exhausted. Emotions had built up in the last few months. As more and more time
passed, I had less and less idea of where I was standing. But I was 90% certain
that that I could stand on my own two feet, and stop relying on someone else
for my happiness.<span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif";">So, I packed my bag and headed to Goa
to experience the new way of being that I hadn’t felt in some time. I saw the
boats, wild flowers, puppies, a cat, got soaked in ocean, walked along the
shore leaving footprints on sandy trails, watched orange sunset and lay on the
beach bed in the night counting my blessings and embracing life and heartbreak.
It is through our lowest points in life, where we gain wisdom. Without loss, we
wouldn’t appreciate what we have, without grief we wouldn’t appreciate love.<span style="color: #222222;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif"; line-height: 18pt;">I was so immersed in my surroundings.
The time spent alone forced me to reflect on my life, my recent experiences and
the direction things are headed. Some of the thoughts weren’t pleasant, but I’m
stronger because of them. The distance made me appreciate people in my life, it
was</span><span class="apple-converted-space" style="line-height: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "tahoma" , sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"> </span></span><span style="line-height: 18pt;"><span style="font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif";">self-revealing and exhilarating. </span></span><span style="font-family: "tahoma" , "sans-serif"; line-height: 18pt;">That
being said, love always finds us, not when we are looking for it, but when we
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Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0Calangute, Goa 403519, India15.5311237 73.76249499999994415.4699302 73.681813999999946 15.5923172 73.843175999999943tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-82285589321966941142015-11-29T06:20:00.000-08:002016-04-08T12:46:13.014-07:00<div class="MsoNormal">
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been going on long walks. It's so magical. Walking has become my connection
with the universe. I feel energized, inspired, relaxed and at peace.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's like
stepping and surrendering to the universe to allow things to unfold as they
will. I needed that approach after my last unrewarding stint at CoCubes where
I was guilty of spending too much time focusing on building a successful
business trying to reach a type of success just for the sake of reaching it.
But here's a shift in energy, because I am stepping up in a bigger way. Am
I willing to do what it takes to make the difference? Am I ready to play the
game for real? Well, I'm learning to say yes and no appropriately.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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things need to get a little messy and unsteady first. That some things need to
fall apart and burn to the ground to make space for what's next. And I'm
willing, wholeheartedly committed, to walk through whatever is asked of me
next.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-78891800049888718652015-07-13T12:56:00.001-07:002015-07-28T12:50:17.792-07:00Happy Monsoon....With monsoon arrival I saw the world and the people around rushing, pushing, driving, forcing itself to a destination and in the middle of all these I remained at peace through all the complexities and the compulsive need to move. My little Zeddie boy couldn't be any happier than to play in splashing water. We spent the Saturday afternoon feeling rain and chasing ball in the rain being perfectly content with our life. If there is anything I have learnt, it is to embrace the many gifts of nature- the ocean and it's glorious waves, the sound of rain, the wind blowing through our hair, the feeling of grass on our feet and to walk away with all beautiful stolen moments that belong to us and only us. And learning to be at peace, while surrounded by chaos.<br />
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Happiness is a way of life!<br />
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<br />Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-63177316676183122812015-06-25T14:52:00.002-07:002016-04-08T12:47:51.285-07:00Mini Agnesian Travelogue<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So last December I travelled to Jaipur. Saw that it has a different character from Delhi. I saw that it is a city for people who enjoy simplicity. Jaipur seems to have held on to the past and it's history with it's appearance. It has a rocky appearance but not a good place to eat if you are a non vegetarian. The town bursts with creativity from musicians to painters which makes the city buzz with energy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">You tell me to swallow my pride?! Fuck you and GO TO HELL</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-37274255246027842922015-05-06T14:16:00.001-07:002015-07-13T13:49:22.020-07:00Mama's Boy<br />
The grown man who can't seem to make important life decisions without consulting his mummy. That grown man whose mother has such strong hold over him that it affects his personal relationships adversely. That grown man who needs mummy's approval for EVERYTHING...<br />
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Why are some men, "Mama's boys"? *Sigh*<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Once again I've failed at keeping up with this blog. Well,
today is Sunday and it’s a beautiful day here in Gurgaon. I've been busy!
Between our clients, financial year end madness, dog stuff and then of course
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<i><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">Heera soi saraahiye</span></i></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I had heard this song
before, never knew the words but loved the melody I felt. Listening to this
today and understanding each lyric broke my heart. I failed. I fail daily. We ALL fail daily. He loved his woman...........but he loved his creator as well. I just saw this and sobbed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I know many people who think that loving someone means
sitting around, holding hands and leading a perfect life. It's far from that,
and yet envelops so much more as well. Life can be hard, people can be cruel, bad
things happen.......but there is always a reason to go on. I can only hope that
my time on earth is well spent. I want to love those in my life with all I
have. I want to be that person without judgment. I should and can too.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In other interesting news, I was invited by a pet magazine to
become a guest writer. I'll post more info when I get it. There are several
exciting things that are 'in the works' for me......but I'm not one to count my
eggs before they hatch, so more on that as it comes to fruition.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ok, so yesterday we had a yearly business review meeting at
work that lasted all day. WOW! I was overwhelmed at how all of us took off our
goals and responsibilities and gotten through. C3 is a great group of
folks to work with. We are excited to see where things go from here, and we are
prepared for whatever the new financial year has for us and continue to impact
the life of every student in our country.</span></div>
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Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-51355889545429062462015-02-08T08:44:00.000-08:002015-02-08T08:44:14.482-08:00My 2 year old Zed is truly bonded with me. He nestles right up to me, sticks his head on the pillow and paws at my hand until I put the blanket over him.<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The thing I miss the most about South Delhi is
living close to friends and the amount of hours we would spend in Barista,
sipping lattes and contemplating the finer things in life. Spending countless
hours talking about finer things in life was always incredibly
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The weather is pleasant today. And I am
trying to give Gurgaon a fair chance; I thought very carefully before deciding
to move here, but there is no denying that I am struggling immensely to accept
this place.For now, I am just trying my hardest to live in the moment, take
note of the fragmented beauty each new day holds and keep them tucked safely in
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I know that my ability to give all of my
heart to my job and not emotionally exhaust myself comes with having a happy
balance of life outside of work. And I've been putting forth a more conscious
effort on walking Zed in the evening, exploring new shops and restaurants in my
neighborhood. Life in suburb is getting a little easier. :)</span></div>
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have started to chase something outwardly that could only be found within. It
seems like I have forgotten to be observant and accepting like I first was upon
arriving in Delhi 11 years ago. Something has definitely changed and it would be
naive for me to blame my environment instead of looking inwards and trying to
understand the issue. Or perhaps I should just LIVE. Because in the end it’s up
to me to create my own piece of paradise within. It’s never lost, only
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Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-73659511322159919902014-05-22T12:59:00.000-07:002014-07-27T07:51:27.027-07:00From Jaggery Village (Gurgaon)....I was 25 when I started this blog. I am 32 now.<br />
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Four years ago, I was going through a difficult time, fighting illness that almost took my life...feeling incredibly isolated from the world that I created for myself.Now? Currently, living in Gurgaon.With my dog, Zed and back in business. I can say I am finally at a place where I am enjoying my life again(touch-wood).<br />
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It's weird thinking of how much has changed in the last few years. It's hard.This blog has seen me through my bitchiest self, worst breakup, happy ramblings, grief and lots more. Probably if I had more time, I would have a more substantial blog with more dynamic posts but I'm happy as it is.<br />
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I want to thank all the people who have helped and supported me throughout the years I have been rattling on, and those who are continually in my life day by day.<br />
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There are a few things up my sleeve! But that will happen in a few weeks hopefully.<br />
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To anyone who may be still reading this blog, I apologize
for my lapse in writing. Facebook has taken away all my blogging time. Many
things have happened. The summary is that life changes quickly and right when
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oldest friends still live. There I discovered that I was oblivious of
dislike that certain people had for me. It was devastating to step back and
look at the situation. Like,when someone hits your car, there is no in between
moment. One moment you are minding your own business and the next moment your
world is slightly altered. It had a profound impact and I doubt I will ever
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someone who impressed the heck out of me. He is a gentle doctor with glasses
and beautiful nose. And an introvert who allows me a surprising amount of
freedom. It was a decision I had been putting off for years. But now I think, relationship
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In January, I adopted a stray dog. I named him Zed and he is
this fascinating little creature with so much energy. Coming from a street, he
needed health examination, vaccines and training. I think, this is just the
beginning. I am amazed at how terrible and wonderful intensive times with a dog
can be. His demands and whines stretch me to points where I am sure I must
snap…and then I don’t … and I’m amazed. Sometimes he’ll just curl up and sleep
on or around me, I listen to him breathe, stroke is head, and perform as a
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="font-size: small;">Shifting my focus away from that thing missing to make my life“perfect” by some </span><span style="font-size: small;"><i style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">imaginary</span></i><i style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </i>standard, and embracing all of it that I <i style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">can</span></i><i style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;">.</i>The most important bit of it, is letting go of the dangerous, esteem crushing concept that I can change life at the whim of my consciousness. Being more kind....taking a deep breath and accepting where I am in this delicate, infinite process of expansion and growth. <i style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Being excited for the gain, not disappointed for the smallness of the step. </span></i></span></span><br />
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"Holy shit! I am 30.I do not own a home.I am not driving a BMW, nor can I even afford to buy a new car.And I am just sitting here, in the middle of Castleville, barely able to support myself and just hoping that my boyfriend will marry me soon.Fuck. This is NOT what I thought I would be doing at 30.Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-87910500264485461192012-02-06T08:37:00.000-08:002012-12-03T13:31:17.050-08:00<br />
I often wonder at mankind. I marvel at the complexity with which we as human beings are comprised. We are not simple, but we are. All we want is love and the basics of life. Yet, we are driven so often by so many unseen factors that we don’t recognize that we are just looking for the simple things.<br />
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Sometimes I ponder what lies behind my own thoughts and actions. I wonder what is motivating me to make these choices, say these words, and act upon them. What makes me talk about things I would rather not? I have not yet begun to discover all of who I am, let alone say I have one little piece of the market on knowing others. I imagine that I will not wholly know myself by the time my life is complete, but I am willing to find out what I’m made of between here and there. I know that I will find out unpleasant things, but I so desire to find the good, shine it up, and share it. Although things may never be what they seem, I want to be honest, real, and good. Even if I don’t know what’s coming ‘round the bend.<br />
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Puri on my mind. HAH!Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-54705794410642992602012-02-04T01:35:00.000-08:002012-02-04T01:40:26.206-08:00From La la LandSometimes I look at my life and wonder, “Is this mine? If so, how did I end up here? What am I doing? How has all this stuff gone on?” Some days I feel like I’ve lived a life that you read about in books.<br /><br />I never thought about it until a few days ago. Someone pointed out to me some beautiful things that I’ve forgotten about. It’s funny how sometimes it takes someone else appreciating the life you’ve lived to make you realize how appreciative you could and should be. Not like that sort of pressure that says “Look how lucky you are, you ungrateful being you,” but something more along the lines of “Wow, how incredible is that for you! You are so blessed!”<br /><br />I am blessed. I have lived a life that some people only imagine. I have a family who loves and cares for me. Sometimes I forget that; especially, on those days when I’m feeling selfish or annoyed at them. I have someone special whose smile makes me smile at the slightest thought of it and whose destiny is so big that I can’t help but be amazed at him. <br /><br />I got my heart broken and learned to love again.I look around my memory in wonderment. I recall places I’ve been and people I’ve met as if I had read them, like events written in black letters on parchment or imagined as though they were characters in a movie I’ve seen. But none of these things were made up. All of them happened to me. Each and every one. I’m glad my friend pointed this out, however unknowingly. For that, I am truly thankful.Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-68907726265891143022011-11-15T01:41:00.000-08:002012-02-04T01:26:58.485-08:00I’m getting increasingly annoyed by people who ask me about my future plans (or) try to give me advice about what I should do (the list includes my family too). Mainly because, I haven’t planned anything and don’t intend to either. I would like it to be that way. Waiting for the unexpected ….<br /><br />Also, I still don’t know where ‘HOME’ is. Or rather, don’t know which place I’d like to call home. I am craving for a nice vacation ! No, I don’t mean the stressful-at-times-but-vacation-most-of-the-times, sort of a thing that am doing right now. I need, a vacation, where I’m just by myself for at least 2 weeks, in an unknown place, surrounded by people who don’t speak any language that I understand. Into the unknown, soul searching, some adventure, crazy, weird, adrenaline rush, rejuvenation !!Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-46517668012560891512011-06-01T16:55:00.001-07:002014-08-15T11:35:06.351-07:00Crohn's Survivor...I was diagnosed with Crohn's Disease in October 2010. Life hasn't been great, but I survived. And if I have to stay here in Haflong. The only bright spot is my loving mother and beautiful weather.I'm unemployed since one year.I remember saying that I can go anywhere in the metro city and probably get a job within 3 days since IT is such a strong field. Perhaps this is God telling me not to be so smarmy and confident. Well, He doesn't have to worry about that anymore!! I feel utterly useless without employment, something to validate my worth as a person.I'm deathly afraid of being told I'm not fit enough to work full time, let alone night shifts. Then mom also tells me that she'd like me not to have to work full-time.<br />
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Yes, at times I really miss being employed,the bustle of the daily commute, being productive, eating butter chicken for lunch( more dinner like )since I mostly worked night ant social interactions with colleagues.<br />
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I guess I need to "let go" of the anger and frustration that comes from losing one's career.<br />
Enough said for now. Later..Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-17390098240838558082011-05-31T11:18:00.000-07:002012-02-04T01:29:12.266-08:00I've always said that this blog would reflect my life...and where I am at the time I am writing it. I started of just writing bout things that happened in my regular life or something that interested me...say coffee. LOL! What makes me happy ? Inexplicably happy...not talking about big costly things but moments that make me say.."Awww".<br /><br />A nice evening with a group of friends at Barista, a great conversation. A funny thought..something that strikes your funny bone and you laugh and laugh till your stomach hurts. The smile of a little child! Most kids smile a lot and that suddenly brightens her day and mine of course.I miss my friend, Abha.Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5904669106708389297.post-52196260147462654972011-03-15T04:20:00.000-07:002012-02-04T01:30:06.819-08:00Wow!I'm in Guwhati,trying to keep up and establishing new connections in this lovely hometown of mine...and ...and..Life is good! I think I shall become a bird, that goes to North in Winter and then back this way for Summer.<br /><br />March is lovely.It's nice to start having a bright and sunny weather.Agnesianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10684350475244667065noreply@blogger.com0