Watch what they do, not what they say (Chapter 37. Page 145)

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In his book ‘The Last Lecture’, Randy Pausch has left some advice for his daughter, Chloe and for young ladies everywhere. Pausch’s female colleague shared this with him. “When it comes to men who are romantically interested in you, it’s really simple. Just ignore everything they say and only pay attention to what they do.”

I have never met Pausch but I feel I know him. ‘The Last Lecture’ emphasizes on really achieving your childhood dreams. It has left a deep impact on me and his words constantly play in my mind. They have inspired me on different levels. His life has guided, strengthened and encouraged me. In his book, I have found a friend and a mentor.

I am never letting go of my childhood dreams no matter how bizarre or unattainable they may seem. I will strive to achieve them.

Read the book and see what unfolds unto you!

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EC

Grown Up

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 I was devastated

I was confused

I was angry

I was hurt

I still am…

But I forgive you

Maybe…

this is

what they call

Maturity

Easy to say

Easier to advice

Effortless to pretend

Difficult to execute

Exhausting to practice

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EC

Sneaked In!

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I welcome all seasons with open arms but I think the winters sneaked in on us this year. Arriving a little too early, it sure is making its presence felt with foggy mornings, surprise drizzles and chilly nights.

But I refuse to acknowledge its presence. I still have a closet full of colors- flirty skirts, lace shorts, orange animal-print shirt and my favorite mustard shorts that have yet to be worn.

I shall not bow down…not yet! Although, I have prepared for it- chirpy coat (nickname given by my friend Yeshi), patch coat, biker’s jacket and Victoria Beckham’s sexy tux. So, Winter wait for your turn!

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EC

Is Time Relative?

 

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Since the age of five, I have been conditioned to promptly answer to a bell. Ring- wake up, Ring- pray, Ring- study, Ring- eat, Ring- talk, Ring- stop talking, Ring- play, Ring- wash up, Ring- sleep and the ringing episodes continue at St. Joseph’s Convent.

As ridiculous as it may sound, this bell conditioning made me value time, my own as well as others. It drives me up the wall when people do not respect time. My patience runs dry after five minutes of the set appointment. Giving excuses like “Sorry, got stuck in traffic” or “Nepali time” is absolutely intolerable. Traffic in Nepal is inevitable and ‘Nepali time’…what excuse is that? For all I know, we live in the same time zone. Professional work ethics needs some serious upgrading. I don’t belong to ‘Nepali time’ category, do you?

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EC

S Kat

A bright sunny day it was and my thoughts were as gay as the warm weather

That was the first time I laid my eyes on the unprepossessing minuscule kat

Uneven body and protruding belly, all melded beneath the sun kissed pelt

A gleaming collar revealing an affluent life encircled its scrawny neck

We crossed paths, formal and courteous we were before I walked on

To and fro - it shadowed me and I for one couldn’t understand why

Dissecting its every move, I then saw more than the eyes could meet

A warm smile that filled my heart with glee, chivalry that won my approval

Innocent eyes that charmed and enthralled me, it awed me with its wit and humor

I was glued to it as it was to me, and soon my life revolved round this kat

We went fishing on a silver boat that glowed like a full moon on black magic nights

We dined on heavenly cuisine, which even the gods were tempted to wildly indulge

With a mediocre voice it sang to me, while I daydreamed about a song that did not exist

With awkward moves it danced with me, while I grooved to a melody that did not exist. 
It cooked for me just like Papa did, drawing parallels that should never have been

What was so irresistible that drew me closer and closer to it every passing day

Was it a fresh habit that had become old, and hence difficult to get freed from

Was it a new acquired addiction that tranquilized me compelling me to succumb

The day I had my answer, it left me- no emotions visible in those cold eyes

The mind never failed to play tricks- always questioning and poking around

A camouflage that peeled off a little too late of which I did not have a faintest doubt

Catching me off-guard, it knocked me off my feet and took me forever to get back up

Had I not seen signs- yes scrutinizing at first and then guiltily discarding them as trivial

A void and nothingness seeped in crawling and filling every inch of me with darkness

Was it a figment of imagination- promises made and valuable words proffered

Nonetheless life is the same as was on those bright days with weather so warm and gay

Fishing on black magic nights still glows with the illuminating silver moon high up

Songs still have the rhythm of treble and clef; dance still has the soul of a carefree child

But me- the past has dug a wound so deep; the present visualizes a lingering scar

And the future is envisioned with wiser eyes- open to mistakes but never to falter

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EC

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Drive

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I am not a workaholic but I have a hectic work schedule and if you love what you do then it’s not really work, is it? I managed to squeeze in a movie on a workday just to prove to my suspicious friend that I have no addiction.

Drive is one of the best movies I have watched in a while. Ryan Gosling was phenomenal and the soundtrack of the movie is ‘addictive.’ I loved ‘A Real Hero’ by College feat. Electric Youth. I have been repeatedly humming the tune in my not-so-flattering voice. Addiction is a funny thing!

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EC