So long… 2017
When I sit today to think back of the year that has been, I
cannot help but smile at how mature I gave grown, how responsible and caring I
have become towards my home, chores and routine, how punctuality has become a
part of me and finally how perfectly fit I have become all due to my rigorous
workout sessions.
If you have bought every word of the tell-tale crap above, we
need to catch up sooner! A galaxy away from punctuality, responsibility,
orderliness and workout (what is that anyway?) I have merely trudged and
slipped but fortunately surfed through the months till haha…today. With not
many changes from the past, apart from the addition of worrisome inches of fat
on my waist, I am pretty much the same person from a year ago. Since Christmas
has passed us by and New Year’s Eve is just a blink-of-an –eye away, I sit down
to frame some resolutions.
First and foremost: Why am I doing this?
I always, always maintained this freakish checklist of resolutions
since I was a child and believed in writing down things I wanted. Turning some
pages of history I realised ooh la laa.. I did achieve all those pointers I
wrote about. Now that I just bought an iphone without having to sell my
kidneys, I can think of unmaterialistic pleasures of life. So here goes a small
but crucial thought for the approaching year…
Since the time I can remember, I have these blurry memories of
people commenting on how I looked, how I dressed or how long or short hair
suited me the best. Something as minute as a pimple would not bother me till
someone pointed it out and ruined my day. The pleasures of meeting loved ones
after a long time would be shattered when instead of warm hugs they prioritised
a judgement of how the UV rays had played with my skin. They yakked about how
dark I looked or how (by God’s grace) my complexion had improved. They spoke
about how thin waists got richer and better husbands and how cooking skills
saved the parents from earning a bad name.
Although I believe I am blessed with the gift of sarcasm and
use it plentiful with warm smiles, I did a little workout with my mind. I realised
that if a friend walked up to me with a Mount Everest sized pimple, chances are
she uses a mirror. She is aware of its presence. I suggest we have her
favourite ice cream with sinful amount of chocolate sauce that day for no
reason. Anything to make us giggle and wink. Likewise, accepting the privacy
and control of one’s body might be helpful in not commenting on a person’s physique.
If they are fat, it’s not like they are in denial and think of themselves as
Olive from Popeye, the Sailor. Chances
are, they are working way harder than you can imagine to reduce wee tiny bits
of their fat.
A few of my resolutions..! :P
Coming back to my un-materialistic resolution of 2018, apart
from craving for MacBook Air, I do want to love people for the goodness they
have. Hence, I pledge to avoid talking negatively about a person’s physical
appearance. Our concerns are real but our words may hurt, scar and dent lives.
So Loooong 2017!
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