Like the wonderful original, revolutionary thinker I am, I flicked this post off Parul’s and decided to make it into a tag just for my own writing and introspecting pleasure. And this done without so much as a by your leave. But I’m guessing Parul will be too tied up with partying and bayoons today to come hunting me down with bayonet and bayoons.
So without further ado, this is about five things you like about yourself. And when I read that premise, I, like the good bard quoth, to mine own nature be true and such like, promptly went thats a tall order. Five things that I like about myself are a bit too much. Maybe, if I sit down and contemplate my navel in zenlike contortionist pose I might come up with one, which is namely how clean said navel is given that I am prone to scooping the lint out of it twice a day while bathing, among the one hundred things I must do before I feel clean and able to present myself in public.
So I sat. And thought. And did not contemplate navel. But miracle of miracles, I came up with one. I came up with more than one. And more than five. And I am going to be shameless here and list them all out, with five most important ones leading the pack. The rest is all fullblown narcissism which you are free to ignore or barf at.
1] I love the fact that I am a straight talker. And that I cannot lie to save my life. It gets me into more trouble than I would like. As in “You are seriously going to wear THAT?” said to folks preening on their good taste in sarees, given that a kings ransom has been spent on said Satya Paul number in colours so vibrant that many Disprins have to be pressed into head relief duty.
2] I love that I have finally been able to realise that no, the world doesnt revolve around me. Dammit. As everyone knows, and will acquiensce to meekly, it revolves around my son. And whoever disagrees with that can discuss it with me over swords at dawn.
3] I love my unflagging faith in the spouse, and my college girl like belief that he will come like a knight in slightly rusted armour to pull me out of whatever mess I manage to get myself into with unfailing regularity. Including times when the ATM card gets swallowed up or I manage to bag an autodriver on crack who turns said auto turtle on the highway, crushing my fingers in the process. All I say to the good Lord, whatever happens, let me stay conscious enough to speeddial the man before passing out.
4] I love the fact that I am so determined about not learning stuff that could ease my life. Aka driving and cooking. even if it means selling my fillings to pay for takeout when the cook does the bunk.
5] And most of all, I love how I am accepting of my shortcomings. And even indulgent of them. Never mind if I have to dress in permablack to create visual illusion of slimness or never be seen in public without three inch high shoes, with inbuilt platforms to be saved from people walking over me in a crowded street.
I quite enjoy my unabashed fascination with food. Given the rapid expansion of the waistline it would be more seemly to pretend to be on a permadiet instead of being the doggy bag at every meal one has in a public situation.
I appreciate the fact that I accept it is hard work to be presentable, and know that a day of slacking off on the creaming shows badly these days, what with the crowsfeet, and patchy skin and such like.
I am not unhappy with my looks, and though when I eye myself with a critical eye, much needs improvement, on the whole, I would say I got a good package deal from the good Lord above. Nothing some liposuction, skin peels, a rhinoplasty, some botox and assorted lifts in gravitationally challenged areas couldnt solve. And now seeing where the hair is headed, some hair transplants too.
and most of all, I love the fact that I am healthy, with all my vitals functioning well, with a roof over my head, a child to adore and a man to love. The rest is all immaterial.