gaelikaa's diary

Yesterday, I was unwell.  I had a headache and I just rested for the day.  I slept while the kids were at school.  I ordered  pizza delivery and generally just lazed about.  But I didn't enjoy it, I felt awful.  I felt so helpless. I know what I have to do.  Drink plenty of water.  Take my medicines on time.  Make sure to get to bed on time and make sure I get my eight hours of sleep. I love my sleep, but the trouble is, I never really want to sleep in case I miss something. As soon as the kids are asleep at night (well, the younger ones obviously) I have a hundred and one things I want to do.  But that's not really good for me so I've got to try and have a more level headed approach to life. There's a family wedding to attend in Delhi the first week in February too.  I have to go shopping and I'm dreading it.  Shopping in India is both an art and a science.  I don't know if I'll ever be up to it. But this weekend is a holiday weekend in India.

I had great intentions for this week.  I'd write a thousand words every day, review six books, get my Loose Bloggers Consortium (LBC) post up well in advance.  And did I?  No, no, no.  I wrote about two hundred words per day and have been trying to read and review two books and still not finished reading.  My target of 19,000 words until today by now is around 15,000 on my 100kWords in 100 Days Challenge.  It seems I'm just not cutting the mustard. I have the intentions.  I just don't seem to have the mojo to carry out the things I want to do. So many intentions, not enough time.  I've not been sleeping well lately.  Probably very tired. So - my intention now is to try to get more sleep.  Then carry out the original intentions.That' what I intend to do.  As of now.  Meanwhile, my post is up one day late. I had to go out to the bank this morning to get some pending work finished.  I clicked the above picture en route.  It seems that after a three week winter

When I was a kid at school, it was very usual to be asked “what would you like to be when you grow up?”  The answer was always one of several things.  Sometimes I wanted to be a teacher.  That was a  fairly normal ambition for a kid in school.  I saw teachers every day at school and the teaching profession was one I was in touch with, by virtue of the fact that I went to school.  Other times, I’d say I wanted to be a writer.  Of course I didn’t become either of those things.  Not initially, anyway.  There was one journalism course that I picked up leaflets for, but there was only twenty places available on it and apparently hundreds of applicants.  For an applicant with less confidence, there was no chance of admission.  Not at that stage.  Becoming a teacher meant going to university and financially it just wasn’t possible for me at that time. So I did this extremely dull, monotonous, repetitive course in shorthand and typing and ended up becoming a receptionist.  I was one of

I got a chance to review this book and honestly, what an experience!  Author Tishaa had her first book 'Pink or Black' published when she was just sixteen, about teen heroine Tiana and her exploits.  And now she's back with more of the same.  'Pink or Black 2' is a slickly written novel, thirty six short chapters about a young girl/woman who is trying to do the right thing, but who has many problems to encounter.  Teenage parties and keeping a responsible eye on her friends who are being lured by drink and the delights of illicit fumblings when the parents/teachers are off the scene. I am the wrongest person to review this book.  Or maybe not.  I am a parent. Of teenagers.  An Irish born Indian parent.  Oh heavens above, this is not the India I know.  I wouldn't dream of leaving my house under the control of a bunch of partying teenagers.  I wouldn't be that crazy.  I'd have to be on hand to see to everything. Poor Tiana has a double weight of res

There's no doubt about it.  I'm very relaxed today, especially in relation to my LBC (Loose Bloggers Consortium) post.  Yes, I'm very late. We're having a cold snap in India at the moment and one of my children is sick.  I'm also trying to keep up to a challenge of writing 1000 words per day.  I've not been able to keep up with the challenge either. I'll finish this extremely short post with the description of what it takes to make me truly relax. Okay, what really relaxes me is a very hot bath.  It's so luxurious and puts me in a very good mood.  If I can't have that, the next best thing is being in a warm bed, all my kids asleep, with lots of tea available and plenty of books (and the Kindle) to read. It really doesn't get any better than that! This is my weekly post for my blogging group, the Loose Blogging Consortium. We post weekly (usually simultaneously) on a given topic and visit each other to see the different takes we have on