Being Me!

A kid blogger, a nature lover, an angry bird, a colorful girl,
an animal lover, a cute girl,  an emotional lady, a poser, a trying to be cartoonist, DIY lover, a yellow person.

"Being Me is like being an angel with two devil horns."

*This is a part of "Being ME – The HERstory Montage", hosted by Indiblogeshwaris.

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Angels are for real!

You haven't seen me here for a long time, have you? I hope you missed me as much as I did. I was busy battling a few demons in my head and also working on a secret mission. You got it right! I have a boring life wherein I create problems in my head and then fight them so that they get out of my head. Confused? Don't be, it doesn't really matter. I am just blabbering because I did not know how to start this post. :D

Now that I have managed to type a whole paragraph, let me come to the point. Do you believe in angels? No, not the ones with the wings. You can have Red Bull for that! I mean angels who are kind-hearted and can make you smile and feel happy. You don't? Lucky me, I know a bunch of them! Yes, I am talking about the awesome Indiblogeshwaris!! :)

If you remember, I did a review on my blog in December last year as a part of the celebration we were having in the group. Since my original secret elf was busy with something, this very sweet other elf by the name Janaki who blogs at Memoirs of A Homemaker stepped in to make me happy, no, really happy and did a wonderful review for me. You can find it here. Thanks Janaki, you are very sweet. Like they say in Kannada, ಹೃದಯಪೂರ್ವಕವಾಗಿ ನನ್ನ ಧನ್ಯವಾದಗಳು. <3

If the above wasn't a proof of some angelic love, here is another. Let me tell you a story. 

You know what happened the other day? I was sitting on the bed with a grumpy face of mine, thinking what should I do for the rest of my time till Abhay gets back home. That is when I heard a loud bang on the door. Well, it never is a knock, you know. I opened the door to find, err, a handsome, not-so-young Fedex guy outside the door. He battled his eyelids and asked me if I was Pooja. Ok, you caught me, he did no such thing, but, it is good to fantasize noo, that too when the husband is in office. He handed over a package to me that had, for once, my name on it. Now, that was the first reason for my smile. Somebody sent me, "ME" a package!! Exciting na? I rubbed my eyes to clear out my grogginess and no, it still had my name on it. I, for a moment, forgot the handsome guy outside. Girls, you see. After wishing him pleasantries, I ran into my room to open up the package like an excited school girl, and wait for it, you know what was inside? A lot of treats..it had clips, buttons and a greeting card. So sweet noo? I had tears in my eyes when I read the lovely words that a certain anGel had written, and I can't tell you how positive I felt after it. I loved the gifts..they are so cute and so me. 

You know who the angel is? Yes, there is a hint in the story, a very subtle hint. Yes? No? Ok, hold your breath, it was G...haan haan, VinitaG who blogs at BlogwatiG. Yes, you are right, the high priestess who founded IB and she does rule our hearts (Yes, the husband comes a close second)! I am a stationery magnet and she sent me stationery gifts. Now, she can read our minds, can't she? So, why gifts you ask? Well, we are playing The Bucket List throughout 2014 and this was a part of it. Also, I received a lovely handwritten card from her. A card that made me feel positive instantly, and also, it had a magic silver shoe charm and a reminder that I look better with a smile on my face. Thanks G, you are the best! I can't find words to describe how happy you made me G. I owe you.

Coming to think of it, IB makes my H4 life in US much better! Girls, have I told you before? I love you! 

P.S. Oh! Before I forget about the secret mission I have been working on, here is a glimpse of the same. Tada...a food blog here at Pooja's Café. Do visit and try out my recipes! If you do try and it does come out tasty, do remember to tell me. If they don't turn out tasty, make sure to tell me.

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The Girl who looked for Rainbows

Catchy title, isn't it? Well...I didn't think of it, but someone enticing did. The Girl who looked for Rainbows is Medha Kapoor's blog which I am reviewing as a part of Secret Santa organised by our own girl gang  - IndiBlogeshwaris. So what if I am staying away from family and friends, this group makes me feel completely at home, even if it is only virtually that I interact with the gang! Love you girls..you make the sun shine even in this cold Beaverton weather. <3

Uff..now I am getting emotional. The task was to review a blog, Secret Santa isthyle. So I was snooping around Medha's blog so that I can do a review of her blog. Here is my bit about Medha's blog - The Girl who looked for Rainbows. Meanwhile, grab on to some cookies and brownies and also remember me while doing so! :)

It was the first time I had hopped onto Medha's blog. Strangely, I hadn't come across her blog before. Sic sic..I missed out on some good writing.  When I first saw the blog title, it let me into dreams of my own - dreams that we weave in broad daylight. The title is mesmerising, intriguing to an extent, and her writings do justice to the same.  

There are a few blogs that resonate with the way one feels, at different emotional junctures of life and Medha brings out the essence of these emotions very well. I couldn't stop at just one post when I started reading her blog. It stirred in emotions so strong that I dug her archives till I could have a hold on my quenching thirst for emotions she explores. Be it the way she handles poems, prose or the reviews, I can see a bit of her in everything. Though I do not know her personally, I know that her writings are a bit of her and to me, that is what makes it more enjoyable and thought provoking. Also, a subtle humour here and there in some of the posts take it to a new level altogether.

I love the way she plays with words, with emotions, toying around with the thoughts on her mind that reflect so well on the paper. When we write, it gets difficult sometimes to put down everything that is there in our heads. I might be wrong, but I feel Medha is able to do it. If I have to put it mathematically, for most of us, Thoughts on our mind > Thoughts on the blog post. Whereas, when I read Medha's posts, I felt Thoughts on her mind = Thoughts on the blog post. 

I do not want to pick any post of hers labeling it my favourite, not because I don't want to, but because I cannot. I cannot pick only one post of hers that I liked. I can never decide which I liked the best when there are so many good ones that moved me. All in all, a must read! I have only one tiny bit of an advice, maybe the layout could be made more reader friendly and a little "About me" section could be added to get a glimpse of  the girl who writes so wonderfully.

So, hop on to the sleigh and lets go on an emotional journey with The Girl who looked for Rainbows!!

To all my readers, Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year. May these holidays bring in a lot of cheer in your life!

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Alone but not lonely!

I  stand in the midst of nowhere and yet I stand amidst beauty. ~ Wizard Island

This is the beautiful Crater Lake (Southern Oregon) in black and white, with Wizard Island in the centre.

P.S. This post is written for That Tuesday Thingy, an *IndiBlogeshwaris* initiative. 

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Royalty Redefined - Chhotu Pooju :p

Yes, this is the royal "me" :)

When I was born, I had a demure look on my face that had "royalty" written all over. I had chubby cheeks and gorgeous silky hair that made me the perfect princess . I kept my tryst with "royalty" intact by never wailing beyond the recommended decibels. I never made any noise when I was being breastfed; there was always an absolute silence in the room. I maintained utmost decency during my bathing routine and also, most of the times, was dressed in royal elegance. I slept with absolutely no waking up in the middle of the night, keeping my dignity intact. Ok stop, now whom am I kidding? I am sure you must have realised by now that I did nothing as mentioned above. 

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I wander...

Time Traveller by Rahul Sharma

Leaving my mortal self alone,

I wander to places once unknown.

I look for faces familiar,

Among things that remain unclear.

I search and search,

For something, that makes me lurch.

I smile now,

For I know how.

Whatever I am searching for is here with me,

It is my soul that lets me be.

P.S. This post is written for That Tuesday Thingy, an *IndiBlogeshwaris* initiative. 

P.P.S. This is my 50th post and it, for sure, will remain special. :)

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