Bitchy Me...!

Today when i woke up in the morning every thing was just the same. Complete imperfectness was stretching its arm after waking up from the slumber along with me. Mom woke up just a few minutes later followed by the other members of my house. Thus it was the very regular connotation that my Sundays were no different from the rest of the days of the week. Nothing inspiring at all. So i pulled up my socks and took up the herculean task of cheering myself up all upon my own shoulders, which has by now effectively become akin to shoulder weights, this time alone it was different. My every effort for today was directed towards making myself happy. Waking up each morning with the feel of "My life Sucks", has become a common phenomena of my life. So i hooted for spicing up my life a little. This phenomena is here to stay for sometime now, i understand. But as the saying goes - the night becomes darkest when the dawn is just about to break. Hence contesting this phase is like a challenge, and i took up the challenge quite spiritedly. If happiness doesn't come knocking , then devising your own harmless little methods to reach to it is never an evil.

I started hunting for ways to cheer myself up, since nobody else would bother a little to make me smile. I almost came on the verge of putting up an agenda for the day. To start with a very healthy and tasty cup of tea made by mom - minus her scorns, followed by a sweet little rendezvous with "friends"- a perfect antidote to my mood swings. What followed next was very unworthy of any mentions, thereafter a debutant parameter to my "feel good list" - The diary of single girl, emerged successfully and kept me wondering how would it feel to see a 6' 3" - well build pilot hunk sans clothes. Gosh this indeed brought a croocked smile on my face. Thus the bitch in me popped out a little and here i was, geared enough to pamper myself and manage a little dose of bitchy session for myself. Bitching once in a while can be real stress buster. More so when you are present in the session yet you remain a dormant member.

So here i was ready to hit the road. Manicure... CHECK, Pedicure...CHECK, Homemade Facepack.....CHECK, Refreshing Bath...DOUBLE CHECK. Partying with friends seemed a distant mirage with my exams just a week away. So i resorted to oiling my tiny-mini horns (peeking just about to stay invisible) with my relatives instead. Parents always like it when out of blue moon you accompany them to their relatives, exams become no more a concern then. After all i was fulfilling family duty.

As of now i feel reloaded with confidence. Freshly energized I did peek a little to my yet to complete syllabus, and having completed scanning through my computer notes successfully, i feel that its just a matter of days that the key to the outer world will be in my hands. I need this energy to last at least for few days , thus the bitch session is of utmost importance. So people i bid adieu , so that i can dress myself up for the much needed session. Will keep posting the developments of this journey called life. (Sounding cliche at the end can help mobilize few accolades ;-) ..)