MANASVI SHARMA BAWA

It is easier said than done, they said.
It is not always for fun, they said.
Why don’t you smile more often, they said.
You never cry how awful, they said.
Dance a little more, they said.
Oh my God she snores, they said.
Let your hair loose, they said.
She resembles a goose, they said.
Tie your unruly mane, they said.
She can be a real pain, they said.
Get yourself a tailor, they said.
Horrors, she swears like a sailor, they said.

Oh, the “they” in our lives. Break free, moonchild. Break free.

‘Ello you lovely people,

The opening verse in my blog this week is something I just wrote a few years ago. A spur of the moment poetic verse talking about all the things a teenager/young adult feels when life gets tough. Does it resonate with you? Well, maybe its not a age thing, maybe it happens all through. *ponders*

Why you ask?

I have completed 2 months in Australia. 2 months. Wow.

So yes, this week has obviously started on an emotional note. I am missing home a little bit. My people mostly, not the place. I am a detached person when it comes to places, I remember the good times and the bad spent in a place, sometimes even look back and think of all the crazy things I have done but not really attached to it, no. My people, yes. This is home now, I love it but wouldn’t World just be a happy sunny place with everyone you love with you at the same time all the time. *Goals*

The weeks gone by have been very normal. No “incidents” so to say and a lot of emotional up and downs. Being a foreign country does start playing with your head and for me it sure did. I have had times of complete and utter blankness where comprehending what is happening sometimes became difficult. I have a very understanding and supportive better (yes, better) half and so we are getting through it.

Here’s a reality check. You are in a country with zero friends, no job and a LOT of time to think. I literally saw the whole of Sydney and then the empty mind started housing the demons. I don’t know if it is just me, but if anyone out there feels bogged down some days, I get it. I do. How does it end? Well, I haven’t done a Masters in this but I guess you need to wake up each day thankful for what you DO have and smile. At all times. I am learning. It is true when they say ‘Tough times don’t last, tough people do’. YES!

Anywho, I have also been cooking, Lord have mercy, and my poor husband is subjected to all my “experiments”. The other day, I made chicken and mushroom Ravioli with a tomato sauce. It was a workout, I must say. Why? Well, if you haven’t ever tried it try rolling out the pasta dough to stretch, it makes you think of all the workouts you’ve done in life. No kidding. What I have learn’t from my cooking experiments though is that I am an instinctive cook. If you give me a recipe, I WILL lose my shit. I get sweaty palms, shortened breath and I am pretty sure I could faint if I could. *okay, maybe I am exaggerating, but you get the drill*

I am what the poets call, a rebel. It is sad that this is the context but yes, I am a recipe rebel. Now see, I do read the whole thing. I even try and follow it through, but then I don’t feel something is quite right and add my own to it. Preposterous, but true story.

But I have been eating some very fattening and yummy desserts to balance it all out. Yes, I will be fat I know but the topic needed a change. So I am now going to insert a photo of of yummies the Mister got me and slyly move on to “deeper conversations”.

Moving on, in other more interesting news, we saw The Jungle Book and OH MY GOD, loved it. It brought back so many childhood memories (along with 3D glasses, coz we be cool like that yo!) all I was missing was that hindi song about “Chaddi pehen ke phool khila hai”. Those who do not get this reference, click here.

I want to share something else, I have been bitten by the love for Korean beauty products. I am not kidding you it is just too cute and from what I hear effective. My face has been a obstacle course for ants with the number of breakouts I have been having. Usually, that does not happen and so I have understood that maybe it is time to take care of my skin. I am not getting any younger and that does suck, YES. So I am going in for a five day Korean mask trial, how it turns out, I shall update soon.

We also witnessed something spectacular recently. The Best Mad Revue by the UNSW students, a show on the lines of Saturday Night Live but oh so much more politically INcorrect. Gosh, what it is to be a student, you don’t feel answerable to anything or anybody and you aren’t as easily offended as twisted adults. The performances by each and every one of the artists at the Revue was fantastic and on point. Their comic timing, musical notes, acting, backstage and even breathing (not creepy at ALL) was perfect. Seriously, if you ever get an opportunity, do go for one of these. How did it end though? We landed up in a Bangladeshi restaurant eating some delicious food. For reals a great day.

At the end I will wrap by talking about how I started. Break free.

On that super emo almost like a Dido song, I am going to call it a night. My book beckons.

Until later my loves.

Stay Tangled. xx

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