Long story short. The thesis is done, exams are over and I’ve officially entered the job market amidst the pandemic. While the pandemic has given a lot of time to ponder about things that I never had time to think about.
Today, I woke unto the message of the demise of my Grandma’s sister who had been more of Grandma to us since my grandma passed away when I was 7. I have been unlucky when it comes to grandparents. Being abroad I didn’t get enough time with my grandparents. My Grandma’s sister was a nun at a convent in a far off hill station. She was the jolliest and fun-loving person I had ever met. When we were kids we used to visit her orphanage and that’s where I got to know about how an orphanage worked. The kids were super fun and they had so many loving sisters; not to forget their pet rabbits. She was the first person who taught us about how charity worked magic. I don’t remember how far she lived because we dozed off in the car on our journeys.
Something moved in me when I heard the news about her demise. Well, that is why I decided to write.
Do people change over time? This is the question I have been wondering over the past months.
I remember a childhood where my sister and I would buy all the books the world could offer and then read it even before we got home. We would read for hours until our eyes were dry from not blinking. But now my bookshelf looks at me and fails to see that avid reader whose big eyes wouldn’t mind reading anything for the second or third time. Reading was how I got into writing. Enid Blyton weaved magic through his stories which awed my little mind. That magic resided at the tip of the pen and I decided to write. With quite some stories and blog posts, my pen lost that magic or it seemed so. Did I grow out of it? Did the magic leave me? Did I err that the magic world banished me? I’m looking for answers. I miss the curiosity that once scanned every page with awe and intent.
As a psychology major, my sister does not let any opportunity pass to profile me. First, it was the sleeping hours. I usually sleep late but whenever it is, I need a minimum of 14 hrs of sleep. Insane right? That’s when I heard my mom say during one of her online classes that Predator animals like tiger, lions, and wolfs need around 14 hours of sleep. This was when I realized that I was a lion in one of the Buzzfeed Quizzes. It is surprising where your knowledge comes from. So that profile was set aside.
The next one was being very emotional. I was in tears and wailing at the end of most Disney movies and when I asked about this to my Instagram Family, I realized it wasn’t normal. Then came the revelation that learning new things or languages activates the creative side of your brain which also happens to control the emotions. I have been lately learning Arabic and Spanish and this might have set off the emotional wagon in my brain. So that too can be put to rest.
By now you all must know that Duolingo is an amazing app that lets you learn a lot of languages for free. Their free version is so good that I would blindly recommend it to you all. So if you are planning to join Duolingo, find me there @reshmyraph. I don’t know why they skipped the last ‘y’ in my name.
The next one was excessive cooking. I went long lengths to cook different varieties of pasta, bake cakes from scratch, make dishes which I had dreamt of, ice creams, chocolates, and sometimes just things that I thought would taste good. This behaviour had skyrocketed during the jury and exam time. Well, the psychology major to the rescue. I was busting my stress which I didn’t know was deeply troubling me. I enjoyed more than anyone all the whipping sessions. People are strange and now I have gained 8 kgs. I will be back in a minute, got a chocolate cake in the baking.
One fine evening my best friend told me that I should make some dance videos. The problem with making dance videos was the recurring copyright claim that always popped up on my youtube channel. That’s when Journalism Major came to help (It is the same sister, she is majoring in three subjects). What if someone sang the song, then it would be a collab as well as a dance video. That idea strikes me and I got to work. I asked a lot of people to collaborate with. Well for starters, since I wasn’t a star I didn’t get many responses. But my sister being quite popular managed to get me a few of her friends to join. We started with her best friend and I loved the response. That’s when The worst thing happened. I had scheduled the collabs for a month and the singers who had agreed to collaborate with me stopped responding to me. Like a purely seen zone scenario. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Why would they do that? I never forced anyone and they had agreed on everything and now they give me this response. I was disappointed and pulled the plug to the collab program.
I’m pretty much stuck between twists in my novel and the lack of movies and series on Netflix. With a rate of 4 movies/day and a season/day, I have pretty much exhausted the stock. But boy, I did watch a lot of good movies that for every real-life situation, I have a movie or series reference. It is like Abed from Community. Oh Damn! Oh Damn! Oh Damn! Did I just do Holt from Brooklyn 9 9?
So that’s all folks. I’m gonna go to kill off that character in my novel. And no it ain't coming out soon. I'm just at chapter 6.
Buenos Dias,
Buenas Tardes,
Buenas Noches,
Yo soy Reshmy, Adios Amigos!
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