Grish's blog

I am blogging after more than a month..shame shame puppy shame... but dude i am! HITCHED HITCHED HITCHED. I’ve been grinning nonstop since that evening. So the reason for my month-long hiatus from blogging is that I got engaged last month. Yeah! I got engaged. So here it is: I'm engaged to be married to a truly amazing man this year. While we started getting to know each other early this year, I've been pretty quiet about it online. I didn't want to jinx it! And soon we decided to get hooked :-) Of course, the few of you who follow my FB status's may have seen a few happy lines now and then, but that's really been it. But enough about my on-line life. What you're really wondering about is who he is (and what sort of mental disorder compels him to spend time with me!). I could tell you countless great things about him (many of which I tell on a daily basis), but I'll be brief. Monsieur H is a software ENGINEER and a Business Intelligence consultant with IBM...

One of the best things in life that I never take for granted is going home after a long, tiring day and having my family ask me if I’ve had dinner already. I mean, I don’t care if you bathe in a tub of money or if you have a zillion fans throwing themselves at you. For me, family is still the most important thing in one’s life (along with faith and friendship, of course). I think it’s rather sad that you see people everywhere talk about how much they love their new Macs, that or a cup of ridiculously expensive coffee, yet, it’s so rare to hear them say they love their families. So let me be not one of those people because I tell you, I LOVE MY FAMILY LIKE WHOAH AND I FEEL EXTREMELY GRATEFUL TO BELONG TO A LOVING HOME. Right, this entry is for and about them - my parents (my sister needs a separate blog post altogether). My parents are such characters.I was raised in a normal middle-class, nuclear household in the maximum city. I’ve lived in the same neighbourhood since I was born . My ...

Feeling lost.. Either way out looks gloomy, But I am not left with other options... Should I stay in and not move on... Or should I move on and not look back... But here's where I belong!! The road at the end of moving on indicate with light and laughter I kept looking and thinking Undecided on deciding... Staring into blank space and misting my eyes Oblivious and deaf to the sounds of the present, Left speechless by the extent of possibilities Yet too numbed to move for the fear of obstacles.. Feeling Lost... I lost my present, to the future, The future that happened when I was still looking and thinking... Now that the future has happened, I am still lost - in a new place.

I typed that message a couple of nights ago while I was busy writing a press release. Now, I know I normally don’t write about my work here but I think it’s about time that I share the details of my job and the misadventures that come along with it. I work in media house. Back in college, I never thought that I would work with a big-ass networks. I started as an intern while I was still in college hence; I was immediately absorbed when I moved to their new company. Because its show business and I deal with artists and talents and celebrities people assume that it’s a glamorous job. Far from it! In fact, it’s so totally unglamorous, I sometimes feel like I do more manual labor than farmers. It’s not a 9-5 job and though we have flexi time (sometimes I go to the office at 1pm and leave at 5 lol), I spend about 8-9 hours a day at work when I have projects. And unlike many desk jobs, too, where you leave your work behind once you step out of the office door, I often go home and do half of ...

I'm waxed, plucked to perfection. I'm just about to head out to the salon. I have a beautiful saree hanging in my mums cupboard with perhaps the nicest pair of shoes EVER to wear I have all the nicest accessories and was up to late last night. I have painted my nails - feet and hands. ALL FOR MY BEBE's WEDDING :-) She stood there, Voice breaking, and his soul showing. Both of them so nervous and beautiful. It was a huge gathering, All of the people there loved them both, so much. The ceremony was short, sweet. The reception was small and intimate. When the newlyweds got ready to leave, shaking hands, hugging and kissing each of us goodbye. i sat down for lunch sitting nest to her parents i was happy but tears rolled down my cheeks cause she was going miles away from me When she stood in front of me, I told her, “You just got married and i cant beielve it” She looked back at me and smiled I hugged her tighter and tried not to think "She'll be back this summer"...

Today is strange and lovely. Strange because I feel overwhelmed by all these emotions I can't explain and just want to express and also rains in NOVEMBER. Lovely because it's lovely to feel so much and just be able to smile regardless of what's going on and the weather being so so so BEAUTIFUL. I want to laugh until my sides ache, I want to run to the highest mountain and yell "I am soooo happy" until my voice is gone. I have no idea, how or why I woke up and feeling this way and I know it doesn't really matter. I just know that I want to hold on to this feeling forever. I wish I can break it into pieces and give it away to everyone who needs it or wants it. I don't know what will happen tomorrow, or even mere seconds from now. I just know that I have this inexplicable desire to just be. To see the best in everything. To not allow the dark side of my ego and pride to cloud what is right in front of me. To not worry about what may or may not be and just lov...

Finally after a month i am blogging shogging:) feels so good! I keep asking myself why sometimes it takes me so long to write. I make excuses, such as I have been busy, nothing exciting has really happened. Then I dig in and ask myself why am I really not writing? I believe sometimes more often that not, I create a numbness into my life. It's as if I try to shut off my desire to want to feel so much. It ends up being very unsuccessful. You see, I thrive on excitement, I long to feel alive. I think it's something that we all long to feel, it's in many ways what the purpose of living really is. Some people rely on being able to feel a sense of security. I have learned at times it helps to feel this, but deep down I know that there is not anything that is ever really secure. So why fight to feel something that at the end of the day is not really guaranteed. I don't want to feel numb; I don't want to think this is it. I know there is more. I want more and yet I make m...