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Past, Present, or Future [Guest Post – Karishma]

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Past, Present, or Future – which phase do you live your life in and why?

First of all, thank you Vanessa for giving me this prompt !!! Because of you now I know myself much better. It helped me in evolving new myself.

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Past : My past is the most wonderful thing that has happened to me, like a roller-coaster ride…..with many ups and downs but yet the most precious time which even today when thought about, brings a smile on my face…..how stupid we were!!! But I suppose that stupidity was the essence of my childhood.

Here I would like to share one incident. I and my younger brother had an afternoon school whereas, my elder brother used to go in the morning….we used to be jealous of him, that he used to get more time to play than us.

One day, we both decided to bunk the school. I was in third standard and he in fourth standard. We went to school as usual and acted like Amitabh Bachchan and Vidya Balan…..so natural ….that teacher decided to send us home as we were having severe stomach ache. This continued for almost 3 days but on 3rd day our bus driver felt suspicious so he decided not to take us back home. And, I tell you, our school was 10kms far away from our house.

Now, we were out of school, bus driver didn’t take us, with no money in the pocket….what would we have done!! And, the fun begins here!!

We started walking and after half an hour’s continuous walk my brother asked what if we take our lunchbox as our parents will doubt us!! What a detective thought!! How foolish that we didn’t knew that even if we walk whole day we would not reach home by 6 in the evening and then what? (makes me smile how smart we were).

So we sat on a bench outside temple to have our tiffin!! Weren’t we smart enough!! But then, my uncle who used to come to the bank near to that temple, he had come for some work. And, guess what, firstly he thought some kids have bunked their school and wasting their time here.

The more we came to close to each other, more shocked were we!! He took us home and then you can understand what would have happened with us. Till today I haven’t forgotten the smacking we have got ….but still I will not call it abuse in foreign terms.

This is just one incident and my past is full of such precious moments….and when you have such a wonderful past, won’t you love to stay in it forever and ever??

And now my answer to this prompt is:

Yes, I live in the present taking along the positivity and freshness of my past to give my future (my kids) the most wonderful future, like the past I had – A CHILDHOOD loaded with fun, enjoyment, foolishness, innocence and TRUE HAPPINESS!!!!!!

And, what about you, where do you LIVE??

By Mocktailmommy – Karishma

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I’m excited to host my first guest on 5 Minutes – Karishma from MocktailMommies! Our past defines our present – we’re the sum of our past experiences; and Karishma has accurately illustrated this point with her nostalgia packed post.

This post is written for the December bloghop #mymojo with Shalzmojo

Linking up for #wordsante with Namysaysso for every post deserves some love

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Manic Monday

Another Monday, another start of a week, another countdown to the weekend. This is all my life is at the moment.

I always thought that I would never be one of those people who succumbed to the pressures and routine of life. But alas, I have become one of those people, which goes to show that I’m just another human being.

I had more pride in myself while I was growing up. I had high ideals, wild ideas, and a passionate drive toward living life with a smile on my face.

Unfortunately, a series of life’s challenges pounded me to a pulp, even though I valiantly fought with every fiber of strength within me. Though I emerged victorious from all the challenges life boxed me with, they did a good job of tiring me out, rupturing my iron will, and smashing my rose-tinted glasses to smithereens (poor poor glasses of mine).

My heart and mind bear battle scars and wounds that burn wickedly when I attempt to soothe them. My soul is sitting quietly in a corner, trying to recuperate from the bashing and punches thrown its way by life.

It’s currently disoriented and fractured. It’s going to take a while before I feel whole again.

Till then, oh, it’s just another manic Monday!

Which reminds me, it’s a good day to hear it’s namesake song

 

This song makes me feel that I’m not the only one going through the routine of life. I guess we all identify with this song. For me, I identify most with the lines:

Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine.
And if I had an aeroplane
I still couldn’t make it on time.

‘Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I’m gonna wear…

I guess that’s why people like Steve Jobs preferred wearing the same colour and style clothes everyday – does save a LOT of time.

Anyway, so how do you greet Monday? With a smile or a frown? Do you listen to any song to PEP up your Monday? Do share. Would love to hear from you. 

Linking up to Write Tribe’s #MondayMusings

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Cheers,

Venice 🙂

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The Call of the Wind – #BarAThon

When we are young, we experience and attend to the call of the wind easily. It’s almost like breathing. I don’t know any child who has not experienced it. That wild thrill of that faint call growing stronger and louder every second, and before you know it, it sweeps you off your feet, accompanying you in vivid experiences.

When I was younger, I spent half my time in the raptures of the call of the wind. It was my sanctuary, a place of freedom. I could be who I wanted to be, do what I wanted, and experience things that were not possible in my daily life.

The wind never disappointed me. She was my best friend. She kept safe all my secrets, my innermost desires, and thoughts. Never once did she betray me. We loved playing together. Our plans and visions getting wilder and crazier every next time.

But I don’t know when I stopped listening to her call. Maybe when I was deluged with college assignments, or stressing over my workload, or pulling my hair out over bills. Somewhere along the way, we drifted apart. No, scratch that, I drifted away from her.

I think she is still around somewhere, tapping at my door, calling out to me. There are moments when I feel her trying to sneak up on me through some long forgotten memory, a tempting opportunity, or by drawing my focus on others doing better than me.

None of them worked on me and she’s been giving up on me lately. I rarely see her these days. At times, I miss her sorely. She was my refuge during brain-numbing, heart-breaking, soul-wrenching days. And I had ignorantly tossed her aside.

I yearn now to hear the Call of the Wind in her full energetic element. I long for my dearest childhood friend, my partner-in-crime to surprise, hound, and entertain me like before. I truly lived when she was by my side. Without her, I am only existing.

I hope to once more hear the Call of the Wind. I hope once more to let myself free in the company of my loyal friend – Imagination.

 

This post has been written for the fortnight long #BarAThon challenge organized by Blog-A-Rhythm.

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Cheers,

Venice 🙂

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