I am not going to give you gyan on How I start my day.
A random thought popped up in my mind that how much I love getting up on Sunday mornings and with a cup of tea love reading the Times Life paper which is an additional Sunday copy with TOI. The paper keeps on changing and that's the high point about it but I guess I have been a fan of the Times Life paper from the beginning. I wonder why and I think the liking mostly started because of the shiny and silky texture of this paper.
But keeping the physical aspect of it aside, in theory I just love getting up on a lazy Sunday morning and making a very big cup of tea for myself and going to balcony to find my favorite copy of this 4 pages paper and not judge myself for leaving the more important news behind and just reading the shiny pages which has my favorite section "How I start my day". Mostly you have calm celebrities writing these columns ranging from sitar players, life coaches to classical dancers. And may be only these are the people who get up on Sunday morning and reflect on their feelings before starting the day. And may be these are the only people who don't have additional factors in their life like noisy children, over friendly neighbors, loud TV news channel and mother who has kept work for them for Sunday like cleaning kitchen cupboard etc (Don't assume that I do this on Sundays ok. I have better things to take care of in my life like arranging the shoe rack :))
But in practicality what takes place is this or should I say How I start my day is ----
Me: Opened one eye and searched for mobile from one hand. My brains are so active that as soon as I open my eyes, I know I need a cell phone. Wow! Then from that same eye which is now opened 80% and the other one which is trying to cope with the first one, is 26% open, I check my Facebook notifications and whatsapp messages. After realizing that world has moved on and not many missed me , I finally get up and after some time-
Me: Making tea and Good morning Mumma.
Mumma: Ho gai Good Morning.
Me: Trying to ignore the comment.
Mumma: Aaj jogging pe nahi jana?
Me: Trying hard to ignore the question.
Me: making tea quickly and running towards the Times Life to read how some one else has started their day and telling myself to change something from next Sunday.
Me: opened the paper and read the following lines- "I love to start my day by doing affirmations and thanking God for what all I have"
Mumma: Atcha suno! aaj kahi jana hai kya?
Me: Understanding where this is going and moving my head for a NO and focusing on the second line -"I avoid starting my day with any sort of nicotine and caffeine"
Mumma: To fir thoda time nikal ke aaj wo bahar wala rack saaf karwa dena.
Me: Hmmm and reading the third line "I give myself 1 hour in the morning to prepare for the day and I pain in that hour"
Mumma: are jawab to de. atcha mat kar.. main khud hi kar lungi. Mummy ki to kabhi chutti nai hoti. Tum aur papa bas subah newspaper khol ke baith jate ho aur main wahi roz ka kaam karu and continues...
Me: Well so the newspaper's way of starting the day is a BIG FAT LIE. I can never start my day like this. So, made a better decision and closed the Times Life and decided to help mom by COOKING BREAKFAST! This is called survival tactic- CHEAT. Give something unexpected and in return you will get some peaceful time to go back and finish that paper.
While making my families favorite breakfast, POHA, I am thinking and rather visualizing a perfect Sunday where I get up from sleep looking pretty and thanking God for the blessings by which I mean - A beautiful and posh house.. I mean it.. Its very beautiful house.. No you are not getting it. Visualize this-
Me, pretty as ever( Ok no need to smirk, see I have money and money can make wonders to a persons outside beauty. Haven't you seen the difference in previous Deepika Padukone pictures and present Deepika Padukone. Well these are floating in whatsapp forward images since ages) well, so lets continues, me in my beautiful house with big glass walls and a lush green garden outside my window which is like a ZEN space and a loving Dog. I am painting and drinking posh white tea (Who would drink Green tea when rich) and lost in painting and then my loving family comes to greet me. (last one is not that important though but visualize karne me kya jata hai).
NAH, wait a minutes! This thought itself is so filmy and unreal. I can neverrrrrrrrrrrr live like that. Ya sure, I can do with the extra beauty which money can buy and sure would love to have a zen garden in my house but this life is not bad itself. But as Kareena says- Zyada wish karoge to Zyada milega (If you wish more, you end up getting more).
But keeping the physical aspect of it aside, in theory I just love getting up on a lazy Sunday morning and making a very big cup of tea for myself and going to balcony to find my favorite copy of this 4 pages paper and not judge myself for leaving the more important news behind and just reading the shiny pages which has my favorite section "How I start my day". Mostly you have calm celebrities writing these columns ranging from sitar players, life coaches to classical dancers. And may be only these are the people who get up on Sunday morning and reflect on their feelings before starting the day. And may be these are the only people who don't have additional factors in their life like noisy children, over friendly neighbors, loud TV news channel and mother who has kept work for them for Sunday like cleaning kitchen cupboard etc (Don't assume that I do this on Sundays ok. I have better things to take care of in my life like arranging the shoe rack :))
But in practicality what takes place is this or should I say How I start my day is ----
Me: Opened one eye and searched for mobile from one hand. My brains are so active that as soon as I open my eyes, I know I need a cell phone. Wow! Then from that same eye which is now opened 80% and the other one which is trying to cope with the first one, is 26% open, I check my Facebook notifications and whatsapp messages. After realizing that world has moved on and not many missed me , I finally get up and after some time-
Me: Making tea and Good morning Mumma.
Mumma: Ho gai Good Morning.
Me: Trying to ignore the comment.
Mumma: Aaj jogging pe nahi jana?
Me: Trying hard to ignore the question.
Me: making tea quickly and running towards the Times Life to read how some one else has started their day and telling myself to change something from next Sunday.
Me: opened the paper and read the following lines- "I love to start my day by doing affirmations and thanking God for what all I have"
Mumma: Atcha suno! aaj kahi jana hai kya?
Me: Understanding where this is going and moving my head for a NO and focusing on the second line -"I avoid starting my day with any sort of nicotine and caffeine"
Mumma: To fir thoda time nikal ke aaj wo bahar wala rack saaf karwa dena.
Me: Hmmm and reading the third line "I give myself 1 hour in the morning to prepare for the day and I pain in that hour"
Mumma: are jawab to de. atcha mat kar.. main khud hi kar lungi. Mummy ki to kabhi chutti nai hoti. Tum aur papa bas subah newspaper khol ke baith jate ho aur main wahi roz ka kaam karu and continues...
Me: Well so the newspaper's way of starting the day is a BIG FAT LIE. I can never start my day like this. So, made a better decision and closed the Times Life and decided to help mom by COOKING BREAKFAST! This is called survival tactic- CHEAT. Give something unexpected and in return you will get some peaceful time to go back and finish that paper.
While making my families favorite breakfast, POHA, I am thinking and rather visualizing a perfect Sunday where I get up from sleep looking pretty and thanking God for the blessings by which I mean - A beautiful and posh house.. I mean it.. Its very beautiful house.. No you are not getting it. Visualize this-
Me, pretty as ever( Ok no need to smirk, see I have money and money can make wonders to a persons outside beauty. Haven't you seen the difference in previous Deepika Padukone pictures and present Deepika Padukone. Well these are floating in whatsapp forward images since ages) well, so lets continues, me in my beautiful house with big glass walls and a lush green garden outside my window which is like a ZEN space and a loving Dog. I am painting and drinking posh white tea (Who would drink Green tea when rich) and lost in painting and then my loving family comes to greet me. (last one is not that important though but visualize karne me kya jata hai).
NAH, wait a minutes! This thought itself is so filmy and unreal. I can neverrrrrrrrrrrr live like that. Ya sure, I can do with the extra beauty which money can buy and sure would love to have a zen garden in my house but this life is not bad itself. But as Kareena says- Zyada wish karoge to Zyada milega (If you wish more, you end up getting more).
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