Knows to Writes?

Hey Guys,

Just a quick pop-in to explain why I changed the name of the blog from "Meggs Knows Best" to "Meggs Writes Best".

With me starting my lifestyle blog, also named Meggs Knows Best, I felt it created a confusion- mainly for me - as to why do i have two blogs with the same name? I started the lifestyle blog separately with a different domain name also, to bring a better level of commitment and dedication to the craft. Since the lifestyle blog is about many more things (fitness, health, beauty, makeup, DIY, travel etc) I felt it better suited the KNOWS name. Since this is more about my writings and musings WRITES seems to be a better fit here.

So, all oft his, including this explanation blog, is nothing more than my OCD. No one cares, but that one little brain cell that nudges me every so often.

So, there. Also, now we can use the abbreviation MWB, without fearing that it sounds like a abbrev for a hindi gali!!

Keep on dreaming my loves!

Ta!

Strangers and Best Friends

I had thought of writing this piece, for this blog here, eventually. But saw a picture today which pre-poned/ hurried my decision to write on this. This picture-

Of course I've had strangers become best friends. As much as I would have loved to, I didn't know my besties from my infanthood, toddlerhood or even childhood. I would have wanted to know them from foetushood!! Yes, I had best friends as a child, but those friendships fade in comparison with what relationship I have with my girls. V, She is of course my soul sister, literally my other half. D is like a sister, so different from me yet so inexplicably a part of me/my life. K is my twin - my brain twin, my tastes twin, my humor twin... God got lazy and xeroxed us. We are that similar.

These are my best friends, my BFFs, besties, sisters from other mothers (?).

I cannot lose these girls. They are part of the definition of me. I love everything about them. And the parts I don't love, I have made my peace with it, and shall not try to change it. Just as they don't try and change me. That is what we call a mature adult friendship. My life is richer and happier because of them. I am a better person by being in their shadows. Have I said, I love them? :)

Then I have close friends. People I like and love their presence in my life. However, whom I don't find irreplaceable. Not meaning, that I will not fight to save the friendships, I will. I am a friend hoarder. But I will not lose my sense of self when I lose them. I will not be distraught over it. I will go on.

Such friendships, sometimes drift apart. Sometimes they crash and burn. This story is about the latter. 

How I became strangers with my close friend. 

So, this friend of mine, lets call her R, was a great pal. We spent hours together, mostly laughing. She was almost staunch in some of her beliefs. Which was right, coz her moral compass was definitely better than mine. She was younger than I am, but much ahead of me intellectually. Of course, in retrospect, I find her stand on some of the things we fought over, inherently correct. I was either too young to get it, or to emotionally immature to grasp it. However, as intellectually forward as my friend was, she was also emotionally immature, for she would be angered and fret over my inability to appreciate her point of view. A truly mature person would help the other understand or at least attempt till a fair level. But everything was way too personal, and when it gets personal, you lose sight of the argument. You lose sight that you are speaking with a friend. 

There were other personality traits I didn't like in R, just as she wouldn't have like some traits in me. That's just how a human friendship works. 

So, to the crash and burn. We had a fight. It was a small fight. A fight of egos. 

Silent treatments ensued. 

But since there were certain life events coming up that we would have needed to be together for, I sort of offered the olive branch. It was the teeniest tiniest one, of course.  After all, clash of the mighty egos. I had sent her a SMS/text message. Pretending all was ok with us. Passive aggressive, yes please!

She didn't respond. Or chose not to. That was that. We later met at another life event, maybe a few months from the fight. We were civil to each other there. At the time, my family & I were going through something big & dreadful. The other people present at the occasion asked me about it. So I had reason to believe that the most were aware of the difficult situation I was in. She didn't ask me of it. She chose not to.

She had always been friendly with my family. It hurt. It hurt like a damn paper cut. So small, insignificant but so hurtful. That was that. I knew that day, that she was no longer my friend. 

I felt that she was being petty. I was angered. Betrayed. 

I know, you will say that I cannot be a 100% sure that she knew. Now, 4 years later, I feel maybe that can be true. But with so much time gone, I don't think we will ever be friends or acquaintances again. So, there is no reason to give her the benefit of the doubt. I will dislike her with no ambivalence! 

Initially, I wondered about her a lot. I just could not imagine that a person I assumed will be a part of my life, and consequently, will be there on special ocaasions (weddings, births, deaths), now will not be. I remember discussing, hypothetically, how she could recycle her wardrobe to wear on my wedding ceremonies. Hypothetically. I didn't, haven't gotten married. FYI. TMI?

But with time I have focused my energies in the people who support and love me. 

It's part of growing up. I have made more friends than I've lost. 

But yes, I have a stranger, that used to be my close friend, if not best.

What's up, buttercup!

I never know if I should start my blogs with addressing my readers, because, lets face it.. I ain't got no readers! I want to put a 'yet' behind that statement, "no readers, yet"...but it seems far fetched.

Anyway. I shall dive in..to the blog.

What's up with me? Well, a lot of things

I know, what you are thinking. How? Unemployed AND unmarried.. But never uninteresting, dearies!!! 

I have been working on the website for my lifestyle blog. YAY! That will be up and running tomorrow. And I am over the moon about the possibilities there.

 I've also been thinking all of the things I will post here on this blog...  Some difficult and politically incorrect (by my standards) topics shall be discussed. None topic too touchy to be left out. 
My unhappily unmarried to gleefully jobless status; my weight loss, and weight gain; my plans and NYRs... Etc etc.

Of course this blog is about my endless self obsessive rants, and shall continue to be so without regrets.

I do hope I can contribute to my other blog too with some good pieces of poems, but seems unlikely. I need my muse. And the muses are in short supply. The fuses are also short. But I digress.

I did write one piece last April, but am not ready to share that yet. Maybe soon...

Anyway! I had promised myself I will write, and I have... I have started at least. Hopefully the finesse of writing will find me again.

Till then, keep dreaming!

Here I am!

Well, Hello there!
I am back to blogging after a long time. Seeing the dates of the last posts on both my blogs has made me quite, well, sad. Its been almost 4 years since my last post. Its not that I stopped writing, I stopped writing for myself. I wrote editorial pieces for work, but I gave up on what made me as a writer. I found new interests and became completely enamored with them.
Then, I quit work. To a great extent, I lost what made me for the past 5 years.
And, slowly, I started rediscovering me again. I picked up a lot of my old interests, while keeping the new too.
But till far, I have kept off writing. Like I have said before many times, I find writing strenuous. Not in a bad sense, but one has to be like a mother, and go through the pains of creating and nurturing a child called words. Yes, I have been a coward. Ive kept these words and creations within me... not letting them form into poems and stories.
In the past week, multiple people have reminded and asked me why I haven't written again. And then today happened.
So here I am. 
I do not promise to write great pieces of work, and post. But I promise to write ever often. I promise this, to me.

So. Till next time. Remember, keep breathing :)

MY LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT

(Sorta Intro and Disclaimer) Please read this in the spirit intended, of laughter and good faith. It is not to hurt anyone, or make fun of a very serious and grave matter. Also, it is not to joke on the likes and dislikes of those mentioned below. Please also don’t see this as a recurring theme with me, I do recognize I did write a poem earlier called my Obituary. Consider this as my “OK-ness” with my own mortality. With that outta the way, read on –

Dont ask me why the thought of doing this blog came to me, but I thot it would be a fun read, and a definite fun write. So, if I am tragically taken away from this world before my time (Knock on wood.. not a figure of speech please, I am asking you to knock on wood … DO IT), I want no fights/ battles/ arguments over my “Property”. Here is a list of “who gets what”…
Not in any order, certainly not in order of preference.

Vinita – Gets all my Nail Polishes, earrings, neckpieces, purses and other non – size related items of clothing (Scarves/ Socks etc). She also gets my Remington Hair curler.

Kavitha - gets single custody of Kripa Prasad, Subbu, Tweety, Podar Mal, and other such “family members”. Kavi, I trust you will keep them with the same love and affection that I did. Also, gets to share all my supplies and stationary with MansI

Devina – Gets all the chai that would be my share. On a serious note, she gets all my books without prejudice, my music and movies (on me laptop). Also, gets my straightner!

Mans – EYE – Gets to come over to my house every Sunday and play with the stupid kittens that live behind my home. She can also, if she feels the requirement to do so, continue with my dance classes! Also, gets to share all my supplies and stationary with Kavi.

Shruti – Gets NOTHING. Ahh, kidding. She gets the Intellectual Property Rights over everything I have written, composed! She is one who I can trust to have the judgment and appreciation needed to “handle” my writings – in terms of what of my works are to be posthumously published.

Hammy – Gets …. Ummm… all the salad I would ever eat, which is like one cucumber (seriously that is ALL the healthy food that I would eat in an entire year). Oh, and she can also take one old T-Shirt which smells of me!

Karishma - Gets all of me shoes! She is the only one who can fit into my size shoes!!

MY CLOTHES – are to be distributed equally among the gals, so that they may use it as “Pregnancy Clothes” as and when required in life J

I do recognize I leave nothing for the Boys… Sorry Lads, no disrespect meant, I don’t own many things that are useful for ya’ll!!!
Please do let me know if I missed out on something important (except my bank account and credit cards, d’oh). Would love to know who you think should get what else!!

17th March 2011, 11:05 pm

Tradition

Tradition is an important word, an important noun, something that defines my life -as it would yours, despite gender, age, nationality, religion. I realized this a coupla nights ago, watching How I met your Mother. The episode about “Wrestlers vs Robots” (Season 5, episode 22). Barney prematurely used the term, branding a first time event the group was going to do as a Tradition. And at the end, the event did become after all. And yes the everyone did drift away every now and then, but they never missed “Wrestlers vs Robots” cos it was tradition.

And THAT’S the thing about tradition, I realized. My and Vinita’s pact that Christmas is our thing, our tradition that we always will spend it together. Even sitting and wondering at times if we will be able to go on with it as we go on with our lives, and which is why the tradition is important. It makes sure that we meet up on Xmas and keep the tradition alive. We mused even, holi & Diwali, birthdays and anniversarys, New year celebration, are for family. Christmas is for us.

Strangely this all happened very close to Diwali (which is today), made me observe people around me, everyone running home for Diwali. It’s a tradition, every family spends Diwali- or their version of Diwali - together. Even my renegade nerd brother abided by it. He even gave us a special appearance today by being there at the Pooja, and staying thru the entire Aarti. Knowing him, would not been a big enough of a blasphemy for him to walk off during it! But he didn’t. Its Diwali. Its family. Its tradition.

Happy Diwali :)

Whats new?

Whats new? Eh?

I know I haven’t been blogging for the longest time, but good news (here is the morbidness of my nature) I‘ve been sick.. VIRAL !! Yep, Delhi monsoons finally got to me. Not that I celebrate me being sick, cos lets face it, being up all night coughing and fever-ing isn’t all that its made up to be. Also, acting like a 3 yr old and making my mommy stay up with me also, not good – or Adult people like. Which brings me to my other issue here, I am so not grown up and I need to do it fast!!!
Rambles some more, and she is back

Anyway, so for last 48 hours I have been sick and at home with nothing to do, I finally got the “doing nothing but relaxing” vacation I wanted. Not that being sick is a vacation…
Monologue ensues, and she is back

I picked up a few new hobbies and watched some movies. Please find below my Monica like list of things I have been up to.

1. Found out I wasn’t right in making fun of Vinu for learning things off the YouTube (don’t sue me YouTube people for using or name, or not using it correctly or whatever- I make a meager income which is then spent at shopping for things your tutorials brainwash me to buy, not that I am not thankful for learning the 5 different ways to do that “vampire girlfriend make up style” – PS, ladies this style is mostly applying a lotta white makeup and acting like a stuck up B****! Yeah Bella Swan you heard me! Grrrrrr)

2. Found out I loved the above said tutorials –since then, I have a fave YouTube tutorial person, who is also a vlog-er! Wont name her, cos I seriously don’t want her to sue me…!! I mean, she is awesome in teaching stuff and being all pretty and perky and pink, but does seem like the typical American who will do anything to get super rich, even sue us little people, so she can go out buy stuff and do a vlog on it, which will make little people like us then go out and buy the said stuff even tho we are bankrupt from the lawsuit, and thus drive ourseleves further into debt!)

3. Would have loved to started cooking more, but haven’t. cos I am so infested, that its not permissible. Whatever!

4. Watched various movies, Confessions of a shopaholic, Mean girls, Julie and Julia (AWESOME!), and other chick flicks alongwith my usual dose of sitcoms, HIMYM, The Simpsons, Big Bang, Glee (i know its more a dramodey, still, counts!) and of course Friends. Tho I officially do not like Gary unmarried, and Cougar Town. I love ya Courtney but what the freak!! And Gary (or whatever your real life name is), I am usually on the side of men in all such Gender based squabbles, but dude you making me wanna switch sides. Man up dude!! Like Seriously!
*After thot- maybe I dont like divorced people! :-\ Thinks... nah! I love George Clooney, he's been divorced! :D

5. Also, new habit, medicines. More a necessity than habit, but when I call it a habit, makes it sound so much more upbeat. I mean come on, Necessity means either you are sick or hypochondriac. Habit means,
a. You are a prescription addict
b. You are a starlet
c. You are an over the counter prescription medicine addicted starlet of the yesteryear!
d. You are an unsuccessful doctor, who got so bugged for waiting for human trials for his medicines to get the go ahead from the FDA or whatever, that he started experimenting on himself!
Agreed, that the last point can go under the heading of necessity, but is it necessary? Really?

6. Lastly, I realized I haven’t been blogging much at all. Which is why
a. You need to blog/ vlog etc very very often to get a huge fanbase! Like people blog/ Vlog every friggin day! And they are relentless in their allowing of invasion of their own privacy! *Shrugs!
b. I don’t have a large fan base
c. I don’t have a medium or a small or a miniscule fan base
d. My fan base is Shruti, and on most days, she hates me!
e. My best friends (read Karishma, Vinita, Priyanka, Devina, Ankit, Kavitha) don’t read my blogs, like ever! Grrrr.. hate them!!
f. I wont become famous cos of my blogs
g. I wont become famous cos of my writings
h. I wont write a novel/ poetry book (??)
i. George Clooney wont fall in love with my writings and marry me (yeah, that didn’t work on the Indian horny mortal men, would work on that half German, half American Greek God – who recently had back surgery!)

So, that’s that for now. Maybe I’ll write in more this week, since I have nothing better to do, and I do feel I am getting more acerbic in my replies than usual. Mite as well let it out here.

Cya around, fit people! :)