We often hide our inhibitions and only let out what we choose to portray as the person we want to be seen as. How often do we pop the question within... 'Did I say the right thing?' Or 'Did I do the right thing?'
What is this 'right thing' we keep referring to?
Oh! I have my moments for sure. More of that, another time.
The reason I have chosen to keep my nationality, age and religion out of context here, is because I find it a way of labelling, the way most people judge themselves and others, to make assumptions according to what has been stated or dictated to our conscience as the way we 'should' behave or be. Our roots are important as they make us complete in understanding certain patterns of behaviour. So are our ancestral patterns; traumas within past generations can and do affect our lives. It is for us to acknowledge them and take the steps to clear negative family influences and leave space for new learnings of improving our lives to a happier way of being.
With time and age, our conception of people and places alike, changes. Life's experience gives us the chance to learn (hopefully) and try to make amendments when the same situation arises. It's like saying 'Life's too short, must make the most of it'. It is easier said than done and besides, there are so many twists and turns which happen to make each situation unique. As we all are.
Would you think it is easy for me to write about my very private affairs; sex, drugs, nights of clubbing and pouring my head out with my heart? Actually, it is! Haha... But only because it is a chosen act that makes me learn more about pushing my boundaries and possibly giving pleasure to my dear readers. I have hardly gone back to re-read my blogs as I may momentarily make myself wrong for writing them, 'in the fear of being judged' and decide to delete what has given me so much joy to write in the first place.
But I don't do fear, much too busy for that.
Another point is... Just in case my memory fails me in years to come, I can look back and be proud that I have lived my life to the full. How I wished my grandparents had left words I could read about their lives, the countries they visited and their inner feelings. Would I make them wrong for anything... And I mean absolutely anything they could have done that may have been frowned upon at the time it was written by the people of that era? Of course not!
So... I go places and meet loads of friends. It's all about enjoying each other's company, having a phone conversation sharing funny stories and laughter and other times, listening to the pain we go through but it is all about love and support. And I guess with others, things do not quite work out that way. The auras do not blend ... they clash. Simple really.
They say the older we get, the less tolerant we become. And yet I see older people who are full of warmth and kindness and give their love unconditionally but must admit that these people are a rare bread. One of the men who always makes me proud when I think of him is my grandfather. I think of looking up at him as a child, as a teenager, as an adult and all I keep remembering is his kind smile over and over again, to everyone alike. My gentle grand-mother was the most hospitable lady, with the sweetest of characters. Lady Saba (some people do not need to be titled by the Queen, they carry that natural air of ladyship in their being) who is a poet and a valuable family friend, from whom I can learn the essence of humanity. Another amazing hostess and family friend is Lady Diba, who welcomes everyone to her home with open arms.
Listen, I'm no Queen, nevertheless, have the right to call anyone 'Lady' when I wish to! No offence.
Every woman, man and child teaches me valuable lessons. Be it good or bad.
Last week, Juan Manuel and his lovely lady, Miranda, invited me over for lunch, to finally get to meet their adorable boys and share experiences of our South American adventures. My visit was only two years overdue as their firstborn is 2 years old now and I had meant to go and meet him since he was born. Not only that, there is now a second addition to the family of their 8-month-old baby.
I had told Juan Manuel, every time we met: "And how old is your baby now?"
As a response to the age he would give me, I would continue, jokingly: "Oh! I'll come and see him. If not before, I would make it to his wedding for sure."
I observed the two children and saw them smile, opening the wrapping of their new toys and thought if only we could grow up with that free mentality. A child could be happy with a balloon. They run in the fields, not because they have to lose 3 kilos but because it gives them joy to be free in open space. They are honest to smile at you when they like you and turn around and go their way when they don't. So, as grown-ups, how do we pollute their minds with so much complexity?
It was Kalina's birthday party on Friday. The past two years, due to last-minute decisions of travels I had not made it to her birthday but this one was not to be missed. Seems I missed a few dues two years ago which I finally made it to in one week!
"Finally! You made it to my birthday." Kalina said with her beautiful smile when she embraced me upon arrival.
We had met first time at Lola's after-party, accompanied by her partner Ryan. They were such a delightful couple; both so kind,warm and friendly. Our friendship has grown in time and it is always a pleasure to spend time in their loving company. Their entourage of close friends that evening brought so much joy that the hours passed like minutes.
Kalina's brother surprised her by turning up from abroad, with a large bouquet of flowers and a birthday cake, seeing the love between them made me miss my siblings. You could see they were brought up with love.
It was a late one, so I did not get to the hilly Hampstead Heath, a park in North London, before 3:30 p.m. on Saturday, to meet up with Troy and Torsten for a picnic in the sun. We lay on the blankets, had our sandwiches with champagne and... Laughed. Carrying on my 'Choroni hippie look' of a colourful summer top and shorts with the Havaianas did not go down well with the cool breeze of what I called 'Siberian winds'. Alright, somewhat of an exaggeration, but I was feeling the cold with the jacket and the blanket on. Before we parted I said: "I know I've been to my home millions o' times before, but that's where I'm heading again."
These are friendships that I pray my mind shall never cease to forget and reading them one day, would be a drop in the ocean of many more great times spent together.
London in the spring sun, is The most amazing city in the world. May it continue.
What is this 'right thing' we keep referring to?
Oh! I have my moments for sure. More of that, another time.
The reason I have chosen to keep my nationality, age and religion out of context here, is because I find it a way of labelling, the way most people judge themselves and others, to make assumptions according to what has been stated or dictated to our conscience as the way we 'should' behave or be. Our roots are important as they make us complete in understanding certain patterns of behaviour. So are our ancestral patterns; traumas within past generations can and do affect our lives. It is for us to acknowledge them and take the steps to clear negative family influences and leave space for new learnings of improving our lives to a happier way of being.
With time and age, our conception of people and places alike, changes. Life's experience gives us the chance to learn (hopefully) and try to make amendments when the same situation arises. It's like saying 'Life's too short, must make the most of it'. It is easier said than done and besides, there are so many twists and turns which happen to make each situation unique. As we all are.
Would you think it is easy for me to write about my very private affairs; sex, drugs, nights of clubbing and pouring my head out with my heart? Actually, it is! Haha... But only because it is a chosen act that makes me learn more about pushing my boundaries and possibly giving pleasure to my dear readers. I have hardly gone back to re-read my blogs as I may momentarily make myself wrong for writing them, 'in the fear of being judged' and decide to delete what has given me so much joy to write in the first place.
But I don't do fear, much too busy for that.
Another point is... Just in case my memory fails me in years to come, I can look back and be proud that I have lived my life to the full. How I wished my grandparents had left words I could read about their lives, the countries they visited and their inner feelings. Would I make them wrong for anything... And I mean absolutely anything they could have done that may have been frowned upon at the time it was written by the people of that era? Of course not!
So... I go places and meet loads of friends. It's all about enjoying each other's company, having a phone conversation sharing funny stories and laughter and other times, listening to the pain we go through but it is all about love and support. And I guess with others, things do not quite work out that way. The auras do not blend ... they clash. Simple really.
They say the older we get, the less tolerant we become. And yet I see older people who are full of warmth and kindness and give their love unconditionally but must admit that these people are a rare bread. One of the men who always makes me proud when I think of him is my grandfather. I think of looking up at him as a child, as a teenager, as an adult and all I keep remembering is his kind smile over and over again, to everyone alike. My gentle grand-mother was the most hospitable lady, with the sweetest of characters. Lady Saba (some people do not need to be titled by the Queen, they carry that natural air of ladyship in their being) who is a poet and a valuable family friend, from whom I can learn the essence of humanity. Another amazing hostess and family friend is Lady Diba, who welcomes everyone to her home with open arms.
Listen, I'm no Queen, nevertheless, have the right to call anyone 'Lady' when I wish to! No offence.
Every woman, man and child teaches me valuable lessons. Be it good or bad.
Last week, Juan Manuel and his lovely lady, Miranda, invited me over for lunch, to finally get to meet their adorable boys and share experiences of our South American adventures. My visit was only two years overdue as their firstborn is 2 years old now and I had meant to go and meet him since he was born. Not only that, there is now a second addition to the family of their 8-month-old baby.
I had told Juan Manuel, every time we met: "And how old is your baby now?"
As a response to the age he would give me, I would continue, jokingly: "Oh! I'll come and see him. If not before, I would make it to his wedding for sure."
I observed the two children and saw them smile, opening the wrapping of their new toys and thought if only we could grow up with that free mentality. A child could be happy with a balloon. They run in the fields, not because they have to lose 3 kilos but because it gives them joy to be free in open space. They are honest to smile at you when they like you and turn around and go their way when they don't. So, as grown-ups, how do we pollute their minds with so much complexity?
It was Kalina's birthday party on Friday. The past two years, due to last-minute decisions of travels I had not made it to her birthday but this one was not to be missed. Seems I missed a few dues two years ago which I finally made it to in one week!
"Finally! You made it to my birthday." Kalina said with her beautiful smile when she embraced me upon arrival.
We had met first time at Lola's after-party, accompanied by her partner Ryan. They were such a delightful couple; both so kind,warm and friendly. Our friendship has grown in time and it is always a pleasure to spend time in their loving company. Their entourage of close friends that evening brought so much joy that the hours passed like minutes.
Kalina's brother surprised her by turning up from abroad, with a large bouquet of flowers and a birthday cake, seeing the love between them made me miss my siblings. You could see they were brought up with love.
It was a late one, so I did not get to the hilly Hampstead Heath, a park in North London, before 3:30 p.m. on Saturday, to meet up with Troy and Torsten for a picnic in the sun. We lay on the blankets, had our sandwiches with champagne and... Laughed. Carrying on my 'Choroni hippie look' of a colourful summer top and shorts with the Havaianas did not go down well with the cool breeze of what I called 'Siberian winds'. Alright, somewhat of an exaggeration, but I was feeling the cold with the jacket and the blanket on. Before we parted I said: "I know I've been to my home millions o' times before, but that's where I'm heading again."
These are friendships that I pray my mind shall never cease to forget and reading them one day, would be a drop in the ocean of many more great times spent together.
London in the spring sun, is The most amazing city in the world. May it continue.
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