(This primary appeared on my weblog in 2008…reproducing it right here)
I’m a Diva!
Nicely…atleast in my very own eyes. I’m 32 years previous, weigh precisely 73 kilos, don’t also have a nice coiffure… however I’m a Diva.
I’ve a reasonably peculiar life….by that I imply a really okay job, a loving husband, full and whole incapability to put on excessive heels for greater than 2 hrs at a stretch and a wierd knack of shopping for the incorrect shade of lipsticks/nailpaint.
I’ve not less than 2 pairs of denims so previous that even moths are refusing to gap up in them, which I’ve retained as a result of I’m hopeful that within the subsequent 3 months I shall have the ability to match my 34” waist into their 30” waists.
Each evening, after a guilt inducing BIG dinner, I stand in entrance of my mirror making an attempt to determine all of the attainable locations the meals may have gone and settled. And each morning…Oh all proper, twice every week, I get up, all charged to train. After huffing and puffing via two Surya Namaskars, I stand, fortunately, in entrance of the mirror once more, satisfied that my butt is wanting smaller. I’ve saved this up for the previous 3 years and all of the whereas my weight has crept up from 63 to 73. Sigh! It’s hopeless.
Everytime I look via a girls’s journal, I’m confronted with these girls who’ve all consuming jobs, are married with a few youngsters in addition. Apparently, all these superwomen have hefty pay packets, discover time to go to a gymnasium atleast 4 instances every week, be certain tremendous lunches occur for hubby and youngsters, and now have time to get their waxing carried out on time!
Let’s see how I rating. Lunches……hmmm. You already know, it’s not like I don’t attempt. However by some cosmic misunderstanding, when there are onions in my home there aren’t any tomatoes/aloos/every other vegetable and when there may be “ every other vegetable” chances are high there might be no onions/tomatoes/aloos/all different greens!
I’ve a cook dinner who is available in each morning at seven. I dread her. Each morning I open the door to her enthusiastic and cheerful face and cringe. And on a regular basis…it’s a ritual…..she opens the fridge and offers me a withering look. “ Aaj bhi koi sabji nahin hai! Essential kya pakayegi?”
I keep away from her eyes.
Actually, the lady is getting paid to do nothing. I’d like to be in her sneakers! Does she must be so conscientious? I feverishly dig into the fridge. “ Tum rehne do,” she says condescendingly. “ Essential kuch karegi” . I subside meekly and look forward to my early morning cuppa. And swear to myself that I’m going to buy immediately. Greens, sugar, milk, tea, toothpaste. EVERYTHING. And the way troublesome is that? There’s a departmental retailer proper beneath my husband’s workplace. I meet him each night after work for the drive again dwelling. And since I wind up ready for not less than half an hour earlier than he condescends to descend from his 4th flooring workplace, I can make the most of that point, can I not? Right this moment I shall store. I have a look at the bai gloatingly when she is available in with the tea. Sure, immediately I shall store.
My husband and I do journey to work collectively….and again. Our places of work are barely 5 minutes aside. We get to spend some high quality time collectively that manner. So each morning we’ve a fruitful, loving dialogue on the standing of roads in Mumbai. The dialog, mainly, goes considerably like this
Me: You already know…
Highway: Right here’s a pothole!!
Him: Rattling these roads. What’s incorrect with these individuals?! Why can’t they make some good roads on this metropolis.
Telephone: Ring!!
Him: Arrey Sir . How are you? Sure we should meet. Let’s have lunch tomorrow. Sure work is ok…as advantageous it may be in these markets….drone..drone…(on the standing of capital markets for the following 10 minutes)
Highway: Crater! Bump!
Him: What sir! Do one thing about these roads. Sure, let’s meet tomorrow
Me: Let’s do one thing good this weekend.
Him: In fact. You determine.
Highway: Lengthy steady crater…
Him: Rattling these roads. What’s incorrect with these individuals. Why can’t they make some good roads on this metropolis.
Or one thing like that. Nicely, anyway, you get the gist. He claims he’s going into his work mode so I’m form of receding into the background. Evenings are barely higher. That’s as a result of he’s getting out of his work mode and I’m changing into the main target!!!! My poor, loving, muddled man. Multi tasking is clearly not his forte!!
Anyway, seeing that we’re digressing huge time, it’s time to allow you to on to the key.
Why am I a Diva?
Easy. As a result of I believe so.
As a result of I can stand in entrance of the mirror earlier than an evening out and assume I look actually scorching.
As a result of I can sit in a taxi with my ipod on whereas touring to a gathering and sing aloud and really feel actually glad
As a result of I at all times have time for my dad and mom, it doesn’t matter what.
As a result of there could also be no good dinner/lunch at my home ( rattling, I nonetheless haven’t purchased these veggies ) however I’ve my priorities in place.
As a result of I consider within the principal that being a bitch is actually not going to make me look extra essential.
As a result of I generally is a bitch when required.
As a result of I at all times search for the optimistic in individuals and conditions.
As a result of I can sit in my tiny balcony with a cup of espresso on a stunning afternoon and assume – Thank God for all of the love in my life and thank God for Life.
You’ll be what you select to be and what you consider your self to be.
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