Random Resolutions!

My “customary” new-year blog has been shelved beyond anticipation, so much that the New Year isn't new anymore. The practice of writing dates on our notebooks, which dates back to the time when we donned school uniforms, still remains pretty much intact and so does the practice of "not" going on dates. (This happens to be “my” story)

So, what if Valentine's Day is round the corner and people who "claim" to be smitten by the intensely rampant or should I say the “fanatical” love bug seem to go gaga over the week long festivities, I have been blissfully unperturbed.

In-fact ever since my knowledge of the existence of this concept it has never attracted my appraisal. (Not that my attention is of any significance).

You may call it a case of sour grapes, I won’t mind (Much honesty, much wow)

So let me not while away time writing an entire blog on my ever swinging sometimes “dormant" sometimes on "public display" hopeless romantic personality, coz Valentine's Day certainly ain't a propitious occasion.

For people who have the time, energy and of-course the paisa to believe in it, I am not judging you nor am I going to crib about how fancy your social media profile looks after the D-Day Celebrations.

Social Media profile is the word! Stalking which is technically an offence under the Indian Penal Code is a vehemently unbridled practice in all forms of Social Media.

Gone are the days when people would sneak under blankets and check out Facebook profiles of people they wish'd to know. Instagram and Snapchat have taken it to another level now. If #traveldiaries and #partytimes were not enough, My Story makes for others Mi Sery and vice versa.

Let me, on another form of Social Media that is my BLOG  (a much sophisticated one though, with minimal scope for stalking) accept that Like everyone else, I too fall prey to the stalking syndrome.

Persistent stalking of ornated profiles is trailed by sulking from which emanates constant cribbing about my #chillingscenes which are mostly confined to the refrigerator. 

And then the return to roti kapda aur makaan happens and the stalking spree comes to a halt. #until next time.

As long as it remains an object of amusement and gratification there is no distress, although I would strongly recommend those inflicted by this deadly psychological malady to scout for finer forms of "time-pass". Trust me there are many.

This brings me to my New Year resolution, another fancy word which we had been taught in schools but withered away from the dictionary of our lives once growing up happened. 

"The grass always appears to be greener on the other side of the fence", pretty much explains our stalking and then sulking syndrome. But let me read between the words (not lines, mind you :P) APPEARS is the word. So basically, the grass just LOOKS more green, a closer look may show otherwise. You never know!

Sometimes the brightest of the social media profiles have the darkest of real lives (That is some heavy shit)

Anyway, getting back as it is quite clear, Resolution number one is TO NOT GET TEMPTED by seemingly attractive social media profiles.

But getting there is a two-step process. Primarily the idea is to make myself a better person, a richer person, someone who is more sorted. This essentially takes the shape of Resolution No 2.

The "feel-good' factor needs to come into place, not in terms of its applicability other people or things, but on myself. Doing things that make me happy, duniya jaaye bhaad Mei.

Deriving happiness out of little things in life so that there is a continuous prevailing state of happiness. Driving off toxic people from your life, loving the ones who deserve to be loved with all your heart and a thousand other things.

Most importantly, loving yourself over everything and everyone else.  

Now this is a little controversial since I don't follow this hundred percent. A little bit of cheating is allowed you know. Because most of us will always have this "one" person with whom we are so dangerously attached that it is almost an addiction. Love in that case, takes you to places and you dwell there coz you have discovered home.

But the bottom-line is, you'd do that coz it makes you happy, so ultimately you're thinking of your own good. Right? (As flawed as it may sound)

But love as they say, is a stupid little thing, it makes you do stupid little things, making yourself a better person is a part of it.

Been there, done that, doing that, will continue to do that, with love.