It’s an old
habit to write something for myself around the New Year’s. And I’m a stickler
for routine. (Turn off the car, take the key out, lock the wheel. Interrupt me
between these steps and I’ll lose my momentum and lock the keys inside the car.)
But this isn’t
a flashback of the year that was. I am just procrastinating. What better way to
do it than a little scribble, a little doodle?
This is something
that I have been thinking about lately—definitions. Everyone is put in a mason
jar with a label. Introvert. Extrovert. Plain Jane. Miss Goody Two-Shoes.
Smartypants. Rebel. So, I’m trying to find my ‘THIS IS YOU.’
I love
butter chicken. On a pizza, it’s even better. I watch Bigg Boss, Roadies, and
the likes, and on my bedside are Harry Potter and Vanity Fair right now. I dance
to the tunes of The Chainsmokers and hum Arijit’s songs. I am loud, but I
almost never swear consciously. A non-vegetarian who feels too guilty if she
eats anything other than chicken and eggs. A teetotaller fascinated with
different types of liquor. Always dancing in my car; always making excuses to
not to go to a party.
It takes me
15 minutes to wear my lenses. I am a nervous nail biter (hence I painstakingly
do nail art to keep myself from ruining my perfectly tiny nails). A little
noise in my head makes me insane about hygiene and I, in turn, drive people
around me nuts. (Don’t touch my food without washing your hands. Don’t leave
half a cookie in the packet. If it came out of that drawer, it’s probably not
clean.) But there is always a stack of clothes on my bed and very little space
on the bedside table to keep the phone.
So how would
I define me? Crazy is one. I’ve been called a geek, a nerd, a sociopath.
Judgemental. Feminist. Uptight. Mean. Funny. Sweet. Kind. Guarded.
It’s
difficult. I can’t describe anyone in my life in a phrase, let alone a word.
Everyone is a whole chapter at least. Me? I can write a book on myself.
This is my
takeaway from 2016: You can’t put a label on me.
Welcome
2017. Hope you bring more wisdom, more travels, more money to travel.
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