First post.
It has been three months in Muscat!
Yes, that goes with an exclamation mark, because not even in my wildest dream I had the plan of coming here, or coming out of India.
It just happened, and I call it 'makthoob'...as in Alchemy.
To people who would ask me 'any abroad plans?', I would say...'Oh, no...NEVER'.
But all of a sudden I decided it one day. May be that I just wanted to run away from my 'life', rather I would say that I just eloped one day leaving everything and everyone.....
I wished I could get an amnesia, wanted to breathe some fresh air and start it all from square one....a new life, a new avatar...
But life isn't that easy ever na...never it happens in the way that we expect.
Its been always a struggle for me, and I know for most of the people out there , it's the same. Very few lucky ones have a cake walk, and i'm always jealous of them..
But no regrets, whether good or bad,i did it myself,
with so much pride I take responsibility for all the scars I bear!
so, lemme pen down the journey of mine with all its ups and downs, my dreams, the scattered crazy thoughts of mine...my little happiness and my sadness too....
but lemme tell you one thing, I've never been a good goody thing, so don't expect from me the high standards of a 'hijabi muslimah'...i'm a person of grey shades, made of all elements absolutely in a disproportionate way, i'm instinctive and I always end up doing blunders (as 'they' say)...to sum up, I do things in my own way, so if u r here to judge me according to the set out standards, sorry pals..... u r in a wrong place....u can read, and yeah u can judge too, sitting in your cozy chair, but don't come to me saying 'you shouldn't have done so and so'....cuz i'm fed of these advices in real life, and yeah, I listen to my heart only,
they call me 'thaanthonni and thonnyaasi'...yes, i'm that....(wonder what it's, it's in Malayalam, my mother tongue)
u r always welcome to have a bumpy ride with me....
It has been three months in Muscat!
Yes, that goes with an exclamation mark, because not even in my wildest dream I had the plan of coming here, or coming out of India.
It just happened, and I call it 'makthoob'...as in Alchemy.
To people who would ask me 'any abroad plans?', I would say...'Oh, no...NEVER'.
But all of a sudden I decided it one day. May be that I just wanted to run away from my 'life', rather I would say that I just eloped one day leaving everything and everyone.....
I wished I could get an amnesia, wanted to breathe some fresh air and start it all from square one....a new life, a new avatar...
But life isn't that easy ever na...never it happens in the way that we expect.
Its been always a struggle for me, and I know for most of the people out there , it's the same. Very few lucky ones have a cake walk, and i'm always jealous of them..
But no regrets, whether good or bad,i did it myself,
with so much pride I take responsibility for all the scars I bear!
so, lemme pen down the journey of mine with all its ups and downs, my dreams, the scattered crazy thoughts of mine...my little happiness and my sadness too....
but lemme tell you one thing, I've never been a good goody thing, so don't expect from me the high standards of a 'hijabi muslimah'...i'm a person of grey shades, made of all elements absolutely in a disproportionate way, i'm instinctive and I always end up doing blunders (as 'they' say)...to sum up, I do things in my own way, so if u r here to judge me according to the set out standards, sorry pals..... u r in a wrong place....u can read, and yeah u can judge too, sitting in your cozy chair, but don't come to me saying 'you shouldn't have done so and so'....cuz i'm fed of these advices in real life, and yeah, I listen to my heart only,
they call me 'thaanthonni and thonnyaasi'...yes, i'm that....(wonder what it's, it's in Malayalam, my mother tongue)
u r always welcome to have a bumpy ride with me....
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