Rainy Monday Monologue

I’m back, and like Karan Johar who makes a dramatic entry in his chat show every season, I wanted to come back into the world of blogging with confetti flying around and dancers running symmetrical in the background BUT let’s face it, I’m neither rich nor have a clue on how to go about it. So let me start with a warm virtual hug to every single one of you who kept looking out for a blog post from me the past couple of months. I did not know I had viewership beyond a limit when I started receiving concerned feed backs of my disappearance. I even received a hate mail from someone who pointed out SO straightforwardly about my lack of commitment in writing which has angered him so much so that he has vowed to never read my blog ever again. I know I’ve been a disappointment to many of you, but a girl can only explain the reasons for her long absence and also apologize for showing a lack of interest in writing. And those who hardly noticed my absence and those who still doesn’t give a tiniest shit about my long lull of nothing but are still reading right now , I welcome you too! 🙂

A lot has happened over this two months of hiatus where I stopped over sharing everything that’s been happening in my day-to-day life on a blog. But that’s what I’m good at, over sharing till others feel the need to get as far away from me as possible and not to forget, highly uncomfortable. You’re welcome. I’ve learnt and dealt with many issues in the past two month and I wanted to write it down before time eventually heals the pain. I stopped writing the moment one of us was faced with a health-related problem. The problem has hence been solved, however the time frame in which the problem remained a mystery and a qualm was the time I really came to know how strong a bond Bigshot and I share together. And I’m certain there will come more times in the future when we will again be faced with even bigger obstacles and many such problems and at that exact moment, I think we would know what to do together. I also came to the huge realization in that time frame the importance of health and taking care of you and your body. And if anyone remembers my constant whining on the struggles I had waking up in the mornings to exercise/walk, we have hence been doing it in the evenings and it’s going pretty smooth so far. Anything we run behind in life has NO value if you don’t have the physical or mental health to even enjoy it and I truly believe in it now.

After the health scare had been fixed, I, however, decided to go on a social media detox for a week and I’m pleased to tell you that it has been a complete and utter failure. I don’t only realize my existential crisis without my phone by my side, but I also realized I’ve become completely addicted to  it. I’m always on Instagram or Facebook or Twitter or YouTube while doing every other chores in the house. The moment I leave the phone aside and try to do something by itself, I feel so lonely that I would immediately pick up the phone to surprisingly feel better in an instance. The addiction is real and now that I’ve come to accept it from denying it for a while, I’ve started working on it as we speak.

The point is, even though the blog is my happy place where I can write down everything starting from a creative point of view to the sole purpose of venting out my daily level of emotional quotient, there was a rut in the whole thing. A rut I was able to see when I became an outsider to my own blog. I wasn’t being completely honest with myself when it came to writing down truly how I felt or how I dealt with a particular situation. For example, telling others (You) to stay positive in the blog when I shat my pants thinking about a particularly difficult situation in my life is pretty darn hypocrisy at its peak, don’t you think? So I decided to start writing only when I’m actually going to be honest with myself and practice what I preach. As a person who has vowed to be more honest to myself in this happy place, I would like to point out two of my current fears:

1) Will I be able to write regularly like I wish to from now on?

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As I sit in front of my desk and type out this rant on a rainy monday morning, the only answer that comes into my mind is that time will definitely tell and I’ll cross the bridge when I get there. I’ve many stories and incidents from the past two months that I need to jot down before I forget it and most probably I’ll start writing them from tomorrow. Also, I’ve changed up few of the categories in the blog to what I feel will be best suited for the type of blog this has become and hope you don’t get confused with it. Before I try not to cross the 1000 word count, please imagine Karan Johar running around a set dancing to the tunes of “I’m Back” because if you don’t I’m going to put up the video right here and try not to laugh watching it. Have a good day/ good night y’all! 🙂