New Year's Inspiration: Have Faith

Wrong. Nothing inspires me. I'm not motivated or moved by anything. I don't write inspirational posts.

 2014 will probably be about the same as the past year and the ones before. 2013 was supposed to be a fresh start. I finally quit the job I despised and thankfully found a better one (or so I thought). Alas, it was not meant to be. Things don't seem to work out ever. Everything just got progressively worse. Twelve months on, I am sick and tired - both literally and metaphorically. These experiences have turned me into a big, huge complainer and a completely thankless person.

In light of recent events, I've decided to take solace in the following "quote" (not really a quote but it will have to do):

Olives are pressed to get oil
Fruits are squeezed for juice
Flowers are crushed for perfume
These are the methods used to get the goodness out of things.
So if you ever feel crushed, squeezed or pressed hard, it means God is trying to get the best out of you.

So I guess I need to have faith in God and hope that the best is yet to come. Slim chance of that happening though. 

Waking Up (& Working) Is Hard To Do

I absolutely deplore waking up in the morning and going to work! I have to drag myself out of bed at 7:30 am to go to my office. But  first I suppress the urge to scream & shout. I'm sort of an overgrown child, the one who doesn't like school. 

Why does work have to start early?!? My brain refuses to function at such an unearthly hour. Actually, it doesn't function much anyway but the performance is even worse at the crack of dawn. Beginning the workday before 11 am should be illegal in my humble opinion. 

I've personally renamed Monday as Mourn-day because that is what it really is. We are commencing a week long lamentation. A miserable grieving process that seems endless.

I'm sure there people out there who like/love their job and are good at it. Unfortunately, I fail on both counts. I know I'm not entitled to have a great job which I find bearable. One has to work hard to get something like that. Me, I am just weary, lethargic, lazy, and a procrastinator and prefer to stay idle so that ain't happening anytime soon (more like never ever)!

Life Sucks & Then You Die

The title is with reference to the debut album of Cerebral Fix and NOT the quote of perv Jacob Black of the lovey-dovey Twilight Saga. I am ashamed to admit I have read the so called saga, just wanted to find out what the hoopla was all about! Same goes for Fifty Shades of Grey (I usually pretend I haven't read this absurdity) . So many days of my life I'm never getting back. I suppose it is acceptable to read something bizarre and ludicrous once in a while though. Apparently, it keeps one sane or so I've heard.

My life totally sucks. I try to be pious and devout because that purportedly makes life less awful but it isn't really working out. What's the use?! Other such folks do seem to be having success. In contrast, my agony grows by leaps and bounds. Have been suffering from lifelong illnesses plus the usual seasonal ailments. If that wasn't enough, I am sick again and will be under treatment for the next several months. Just can't seem to catch a break.This is my life and I have to live it I guess. I couldn't think of anything to write about so decided to narrate a current source of despondency. After all, this blog is nothing but a woeful account of my unending misery. Doom & gloom thy name is Saima!

Bhabizilla

Bahu/Bhabi*: A timid and docile person, subjugated by the evil family of her husband. 
 
*Bahu: Son's wife. Bhabi: Brother's wife

Alas, I am talking about a bygone era. Nowadays, these creatures are self-centered and obstinate, and their sole aim is to separate the hubby from his family. The man should orbit around planet wife only. They consider themselves all-knowing, all-wise demigoddesses and expect to be treated as such! 

Husbands who do cave in to their "masters" need to be rechristened in my humble opinion. They should change their last names to their wife’s family name. It really would be more fitting as they consider themselves to be part of the dearly beloved's family.

The hubby having only one sister is also  the worst case scenario (best=none) as far as bhabis are concerned. Being the only sister of two brothers, I am basically a thorn in the side of these queens mostly because I am everyone's favorite. How dare anyone get special treatment in the presence of the revered deity?! A reprehensible blasphemy indeed!

It is quite lamentable that they are still portrayed as meek and obedient, while the in-laws are the heinous ones.Of course, there are many instances of the latter being malevolent but that is another story for another time!

Foreign Gifts to Third World Relatives

Most expatriates think that their relatives in third world countries (I fall in this category) live in the dark ages when it comes to sending gifts. We do have internet here and keep up with the latest trends. Gone are the days when anything imported was considered the holy grail and senders were thanked profusely. Nowadays, everything is available in the so called old countries but us backward and sorry creatures still request our relatives to bring presents. After all, we are entertaining them and clearing our schedules to accommodate their shopping expeditions. Some sort of compensation is due at least. 

We get the worst gifts ever. They seem to be picked out from the bargain bins of different stores. This time around I was bestowed with a shiny green fleece and shocking pink sandals (horrendous eyesores). I prefer subdued colors so haven't worn either and probably never will.

I suppose there are exceptions to the rule and a lucky few do receive nice gifts from their relatives living abroad, I'm just not one of them!

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Vacation in Purgatory

I went on a really boring vacation this past summer. It wasn't my idea in the first place which made it even worse.

The vacation turned out to be more dreadful than I could have ever imagined. I was sick and bed ridden throughout.  Time seemed to pass by at a snail’s pace there.

I did go for a walk the second day which wasn't so bad. But walking on the same track ad infinitum, uphill and downhill has its limits.  Besides, my knees don't allow me to do such rigorous exercise.

Also, it became very crowded and noisy there as the hosts' children and grandchildren came for an extended vacation. Children = Demons/Fiends/Trolls.

My dream vacation destinations are Greece & Italy (since forever). Slim chance of it happening though! I'll probably won't even get a visa. Plus, the family finds my interest in mythology and history odd and incongruous. The prospect of visiting a bunch of ruins as recreation is beyond their comprehension! 

Highway to Hell

Driving to my former workplace was absolutely unbearable. The traffic was awful. Moreover, it was the prime location for public protests. During these demonstrations by the disgruntled populace, the traffic was either diverted to the side roads or completely blocked. Vehicles stood bumper to bumper for hours on end! This extended my already lengthy travel time. By the time I reached home I couldn't even stand straight owing to being cooped up in the car for what seemed like an eternity. A dire situation indeed!

The journey was also rather momentous. Check posts, bridges, 7-8 traffic signals, hoards of rickshaws and motorcycles, and a whole lot of exceptionally bad car drivers. Driving was a stressful experience in such abysmal circumstances. I would curse other drivers most of the time for their moronic driving. Pretty sure they would be doing the same. I hit two or three motorcycles in the beginning, bumped into the cones and spikes at the check post (damaging the car in the process), and got my first “traffic violation” ticket on my birthday. It was a very minor violation, something people do all the time but I guess it wasn't my lucky day. Infuriating indeed!

VVIP Movement was also a common occurrence in that part of the city. Again, traffic was blocked for hours just so His Excellency would enjoy a smooth run accompanied by numerous security vehicles.

The last straw was when I crashed my car into a squad car which was escorting some big shot’s son to school.  There was quite a bit of damage. Very perturbing! They finally paid up after dilly dallying for almost four months.

Presently, I am on a hiatus from driving.  Quite sure when I start again, I wouldn't want to. My nerves are frayed!

 We had two drivers in a span of ten months before I started driving myself, and they got on our nerves. I thoroughly disliked them. And, they were extremely lazy and high maintenance. One of them used to rest in the basement of the office the whole day and then did the same at home.  Utmost sloth.