Friday, June 24, 2011

The Many Faces Of Tina Fey- I must say that over the years, I have grown accustomed to Tina Fey's Odd but still wearable "geeky" fashion. She has a look that people can wear everyday, to work, and get many things done. Her fashion doesn't hold her back, just like the world won't either =)

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Dear Mom & Dad:

You know something? It drives me crazy when 18 year olds try to advertise their adulthood and tell their parents ..."look I am an adult and I can do what I want." Calm down kid, you have not even seen the world yet, you have no idea what's out there so maybe you should take a step back and breathe!

BUT what do you do when your 23 years old and your parents still think that they need to stand behind every little thing you do...umm hello mom and dad...Im not 18, trying to act like I know everything, I am 23, I just want to let you know, that I do know some things (I would like to concede that I do not know everything- and just because eventually I agree to do things your way does not necessarily mean that if I did it my way it wouldn't have worked).

At what point and time are they going to expect me to grow up?- When I move out of the house (after marriage- to someone who they deem responsible enough to care for me). Uh Oh I see something definitely wrong with this picture.

All my life I have given my parents the benefit of the doubt in caring for me, in choosing the clothes that I wear basically everything.

The past six months I have been hearing the same lecture on what happens when you do things last minute and how things turn out, and why haven't I which my response is....Im an adult, if I fail out of school its on me, I think eventually you are going to have to believe that it is up to me to decide what is best for my future, cause eventually (LOOOONG LOOONG LOOONG TIME AWAY) I am going to be given the responsibility of deciding someone else's future, and how am I supposed to do that when I am unable to make my own decisions.

The funny thing is, put me in a world that is completely away from my parents, and watch how I roll, If I told some of my friends that I was a dependent baby (they wouldn't believe me).  I know the basic skills of survival, it isn't as if I would just die if left alone. Yes sometimes I do cry, yes sometimes I have crappy days and SOMETIMES I DO NEED TO BE BABIED, but overall I am self sufficient adult and I am going to prove it BY GOLLY!


Ps: let me just say that I do respect you in every way, and love when you share advice (especially when their is a moral story attached- makes face) I am not supporting anarchy of children. I just want to say that you did a great of Job of raising me and now I want to show you were successful.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Slow and Steady Wins the Race:

In order to make my food taste better, I would entice my parents to tell me a story with every meal that I ate. If it was a particularly disgusting meal, for example: raw egg-warmed up, the story better be EXTRA good. Come on, you have to admit that a story is the best secret ingredient there is to be had.

It was one morning during a bowl of cereal before school; my dad was up to bat to tell the story. It was an unlikely story of a tortoise and a hair (told in Malayalam-because I was a fob, and didn’t much English- AND YES I WAS BORN IN THE USA), there were a few adaptations that had to be made, like the race started at my house and ended at my aunt’s house which may have been a few miles away. I listened intently as the tortoise (also known as an “AMA” in my language), persevered against all odds to beat the rabbit, which was naturally fast. I thought my dad invented this story for a long time. Can you believe my surprise, when in the second grade there was a TV adaption to my dad’s story?

I thought about this story as I was thinking about the weird turns my life has taken. If you know me, you know that I am always trying to speed through everything, I usually don’t slow down (except when it comes to chores, i.e.: cleaning my room). I sped through undergrad, and was trying to find a way to speed through grad school as well. Look how that turned out (insert face which emoticons don’t have). As I have had several months to marinate over my current life status, I realized I am the rabbit.

Yes, I realize that the rabbit is not the winner in the story and that he/she can be described as foolish. Without even knowing it I became a rabbit in my ambitions to achieve everything in a timely fashion. I wanted to rush through the hard parts and relax when I was far enough ahead. Unfortunately, life does not work like that. You can’t win if you aren’t constantly working, even if at a slower pace. The turtle had several odds against it’s victory, yet it strived to complete the journey at the only pace it knew how.

More importantly, we spend too much time focusing on pace, especially in our culture. There is an unwritten timeline as to when things should be accomplished and at what point you should be at a certain age in your life. The real goal is to complete everything and not how fast it took you to complete it.

Take a step back and re-evaluate your approach to life, are you meeting deadlines and completing checklist without really even thinking about what you are doing? These days I find myself taking deep breaths and reminding myself “slow and steady wins the race.” It doesn’t matter the pace I go as long as I make it to the finish line.