Chaos is how I will describe my life

Chaos is how I will describe my life,

No time to rest, no time to step back and reflect.

Just the daily activities that I am involved in as a robot,

From the moment I get up and go to work till I am lying in bed to get some sleep.

 

I try hard to fight with the system and get out of it,

Every now and then and go for a retreat.

But its hard at times – it’s hard changing your life,

Specially when you are so busy doing the same thing over and over again.

 

Yes, it does make me think of my situation,

What can I do to make the most of my day,

So I do catch up with my friends and try to attend something,

I try to write to keep my creative edge alive since I have started.

 

Still I want to make a living doing something worthwhile in life,

Not that what I am doing now doesn’t make a difference as it does.

But other than keeping my analytical brain at work,

It does not give the sense of satisfaction in life irrespective of the money it generates.

 

Why in the first place we devised such system called – work for living,

I know, because that is a smooth way of running the world without chaos.

And here I am in the midst of this so called perfect system,

Finding this life more chaotic than it can ever be.

Shh …. Photographer under cover

 

Entering into the unknown...Good luck

Entering into the unknown…Good luck

Boyfriend at work

Boyfriend at work

Lost in paradise

Waiting for someone or thinking of someone...who knows

Waiting for someone or thinking of someone…who knows

Stealing few moments for themselves

Stealing few moments for themselves

Rock the world

Bucket-List 2013 Week 5 – Spanish Food with Sangria and a fun run

Item #50 – Do one thing new each week and Item # 13 Try at-least 10 different cuisines

It was not something I had in my mind that day but sometimes things happened. I was free for lunch and had to go out to get something to eat. Then I realized why shouldn’t I try a new cuisines after all it’s on my bucket list. So I searched  one nice Spanish restaurant to try something authentic. Now I was on my lunch break to nice restaurant called ‘Iberico’ which I didn’t realize was a little bit too far looking at the time for my lunch break. I somehow managed to get there and asked the waiter what’s the most authentic I could have there. I was told that some dish with meatballs and roasted chicken is good. Now it’s already two weeks so I seriously don’t remember what dish I ate to be honest. Sorry about that, but I also decided to try Spanish drink – Sangria. Although it was a drink I seriously think now looking back at the sequence of the events. I waited for quiet a long to get my food and I started questioning my decision to come here for lunch specially when I had to be back by 2:30 PM for a training with the client. Finally my food was there. It was delicious no doubt and Sangria was awesome. Only I had to eat it a hurry which I really didn’t liked. Drinking faster can have some effect on you I can say now.

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I was on my way back when I got a call from others that they are leaving to the venue for the training and if I am around to join as well. By now I could feel the effect of nice Sangria as I was feeling more than happy on the street walking back. I was late and realized that I might not make it on time by this speed and these many crossings in Sydney CBD. I still needed to go back to workplace to get the exact address where I had to go and a notepad. So I headed to work first. And towards the end I realized I was almost jogging my way there. Now I got another call from work asking where I am as the training was about to start in 15 minutes and they are on the way. It gave me a kick and I took my notepad from my desk and noted down the address. Then once I was back on the road, I almost started running. It started to get a bit sweaty and soon I had to take off my overcoat. People started realizing that a girl in heels with some stationary is running so they gave me way which made it easier for me to cross the roads and pavements. Some also gave me a surprising smile and started feeling that I am making friends for few moments. It was overwhelming to see people smiling at me and having a laugh when they saw me running towards them. Soon I heard a voice and saw my boss and others running and trying to catch up with me. ‘Wow’ was how my running effort was described. They were surprised how 5 minutes ago I talked to them from work place and how here I was on a sprint. My boss exclaimed that he saw someone sprinting past and then he realized it is me and they all started running to stop me. For rest of the training session I had to make sure I don’t look funny due to that drink I had. I guess running helped me sober up a little. What a day I had. I would say it consist both – trying a new thing (running for a training on heels) and trying a new cuisines.

So far I have tried the following new cuisines:

  1. Belgian Cuisine
  2. Lebanese Cuisine
  3. Vietnemese
  4. Italian
  5. Spanish

Can I just say – Indian, just joking 😉

Hope you had fun reading this. Don’t try running on heels I can advice 😉

Here is also a link for my bucket list for 2013 if you haven’t had a look. My Promise to live life – My BucketList 2013

A little bit different and also another post about the fears I have in my life with a reflection of other reader’s experiences along with it. My Fears

Will I ever live again?`

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I get up, have something to eat, leave for work, come back home and at times I do pray

Maze is the word I would give to this life that keeps my brain working

My heart is not heard most of the times and it keeps asking

Will I ever live again, in this complex emotional rain?

Its killing me like this and giving so much of pain, Will I ever live again?

 

I console myself by saying it’s going to be different every night I go to bed

I mishear my heart and think it’s happy again whereas it’s not what’s being said

Why we do this to ourselves why we make our soul cry

There are no tears left, even the eyes gone dry

Will my soul ever see the sun again in this foggy life?

My inner voice makes me shiver by asking if it will ever be heard again.

 

But then that’s life, is what I think every time I get tired

When there no hope and no one to make me inspired

Not even a single thing I get that I ever desired

Life is life and no matter what it does, I think it still needs to be admired

So I have almost ,stopped asking this question whether I will live again

But I am not sure how long I will sustain without asking – Will I ever live again!