Running

I’m running & running & running…

Here I am, there I go…

See my eyes, shining so bright…

Fearless  & alive, no sign of fright…

I have no time for me, no time to live,

I run, I run, I give & give…

What’s in it for me?

Am I happy inside?

I’m running and running..,

Superstar, I’m stunning…

Slow down…they say…

You’ll lose your way…

I pay no heed,

I sweat, toil and bleed…

I’ll run till I can…

Keep up with me if you can…

And when I crash and burn…

Life will take another turn…

But for now let me be,

As I run towards my destiny.

Yoga!

Hello, hello, hello.

So, I’ve been advised by a lot of people to start Yoga. Apparently it is very good for people like me who are always anxious, stressed and susceptible to respiratory infections.

Haha, what a way to describe myself. However, I won’t use this post to boast about how great I am. Nah, it’s to rant about this stoopid yoga teacher that my dad hired…without asking me if I wanted her to teach me or not. No sir…he hired the first person who agreed to come and voila! The moment I saw her I thought of two things: Nice ass and…. this is soooo not going to work out.

Now…come on, I wasn’t objectifying her really…she was er…well endowed. But the moment she said, “Hieee , myself Gurdeep. ..yoga is not only for weight reduction…let’s start! ”

I was like ,”Fuck me”.

Anyhow I told this lady that I wanted to do only breathing exercises and that I knew zilch about yoga. But she wasn’t really listening. She made me do every God damn aasan in history apart from a headstand. It was a good workout, but too strenuous for a beginner and I couldn’t follow half of what she was saying. All I could remember was her counting to 14 for each set. ..and by the 10th number I was…who said Yoga is easy?…

Lol. Anyway….I decided not to continue with her. A good friend of mine, Preeti mentioned to me that she was following this 30 day yoga challenge on Youtube so I was like why not? I started with Day 1 and I hope to keep it up. Check it out on YouTube. There’s this lady called Adriene and she’s pretty good!

I would still maintain that getting someone to teach you the basics is a good idea and then you can always look at material online.

I’ll write more as I complete more days and if I feel it’s having a positive influence on my life. 

Stay healthy people. Tell me about your experience with yoga as well.

Love,

Ladyhawk

Free the Nipple and other stuff

Hello! How is everyone?

Me? How kind of you to ask. I’m ok. No as okay as I would like to be but that I shall write about if I feel I can share it with the world.

But I’m okay. 

The past few days I’ve been at home, on a long vacation and the best part about being at home is that you can move around bra less (not topless, there’s a difference). Yes, Pervs get your minds out of the gutter people. Moving around bra less is so great. And who cares if my headlights show? I don’t but the rest of the world does so I guess when my vacation ends so will this freedom. :(

But I support this movement. Women are too objectified and too sexualised and its damn annoying. Since these are the times we live in, we can’t really do much about it. 

Over and out,

A silly Ladyhawk

Childhood

So Today’s Daily Prompt is: Childhood.

I had a relatively happy one. Maybe not a very easy one. But a happy one.

As children of an Indian Army officer, my brother & I were raised to be tough. We did our chores, we were always on time thanks to our strict father. We minded our P’s & Qs, we led a very simple life.

I am not sure how many of you would know how life in an Indian Cantonment is like. Indian Cantonments are self-sufficient. We have our own schools, houses, libraries, offices, markets etc. Most of us used to do a 2 year ‘stint’ in a place, before moving on to another place. The army is not as lucky as the Navy: My dad got a lot of small towns and cities, but since we had Army Schools at most of these places, it was fine.

Our houses were often not in the best of condition. Yep, I have lived in a house where the roof used to leak when it used to rain (this was when my father was commanding a regiment: even a high rank didn’t matter much), to a house where a python used to crawl in the drain outside our house every morning and afternoon to house which was a beautiful, old British bungalow on a hill.

Our schools were mostly old military houses/barracks converted into make shift classrooms, with very poor sanitation facilities. We used to go to school either on our cycles, braving the 45 degrees+ Indian summer or in Military trucks, where we were herded together like sheep.

Most of the teachers were wives of army officers. Some were amazing, others were pretty bad: 7 schools in 12 years. :)

I used to cry every time I had to bid farewell to my friends, but I always managed to make new ones wherever I went. That was one of the best things of being an army kid. You have a friend from every part of the county: Punjab, Assam, Kerela, Tamil Nadu, West Bengal, Gujarat, Madhya Pradesh, Andhra Pradesh, Orissa….the list can go on.

My father’s generation of Army Officers’ were a class apart. You know, there is a tagline: an officer and a gentleman. Yes, most officers back then were thorough gentlemen. We grew up in another world I feel. A world where people had class. People had manners and values, honor and valor. I wish I could say the same thing for my generation that has now entered the forces, but I cannot. It’s a pity.

My dad used to drive us to the city once a month for a dinner at a nice restaurant. I remember how we used to look forward to such outings. And once a year, my mom used to take me to the best shop in town to buy a frock for my birthday. I went through a girly phase when I was small, so it usually used to be one of the frilliest frocks available but boy, did I feel like a princess or not!

From army parties, to so-called ‘DJ nights’ at the Officer’s Mess…one of my fondest memories was watching my mother get ready. My mother is a beauty. I’m not saying this because she is my mom.

Like I mentioned, we led a simple life. We never had any fancy toys, or expensive clothes. We worked our way up and appreciated the value of money. We were taught how to share. How to be kind and considerate.

I believe that your childhood shapes the way you behave as an adult. I hope I turned out well. I think I did. :)

 

 

 

When I removed my Birthday from Facebook

Let’s admit it.

We like people to make a fuss on this one. special day. But as far as I am concerned, I only want people I care about to be the ‘fussers’. So, I as the self – designated ‘fussee’ decided that I would take my birthday off social media.

I know, I know. I love being online, reading: talking to people and connecting with them BUT I like real relationships and friendships to blossom. Superficial contact dissatisfies me. I know. I am not worldly – wise. It is my undoing.

Anyhow. I removed my birthday from FB and sure enough: I saw that only 2 people called me at midnight. My BF & my BFF. A couple of years ago a zillion people used to call and I used to be inundated with phone calls for atleast an hour.

But the next day, all the ones who had to remember, remembered. :) The ones I knew would not let me down did not let me down and I was so happy. :)

Till I started getting messages through random people on LinkedIn! Aaargh Linkedin should not be allowed to do that!!! Seriously!!

Anyway to cut a long story short, we all are becoming too obsessed with ourselves and our lives to care about others. Even a simple birthday is hard to remember : Even I forget sometimes. But I think all of us should make an effort to remember these days: birthdays, anniversaries, special occasions. These memories and good wishes make us feel connected to others. If we don’t try to stay in touch with anyone then after a few years when we are alone, we should not expect them to stay in touch with us.

Am I right or AM I RIGHT?

Ladyhawk

Break it or Take it

Flowers, butterflies and clouds…

Sunny days and then some rain…

Rainbows and the smell of the earth….

Such beauty is but in vain…

It loses its essence…

If you aren’t there…

All the good things in life don’t have any value..

With no one to share…

Our hearts beat as one…

I’d swear my life on it…

But if only one of us can sense this…

What’s the point in it?

 

Without you, my dear…

Life is like a rose without its scent..

I see you wandering, I know you are lost…

If I ask you to love me, will I again repent?

Can the heart survive…

Being broken twice?

But then I just never could not love you…

I never had that choice…

So I’ll wait and I’ll wait…

This feeling: I can’t forsake it…

My heart is yours.

Whether you break it or take it…


 

Just a random poem.

Love,

Ladyhawk

 

Take me to Church – Hozier

I love this song.

I don’t know why people are against the LGBT community. What goes on in any one’s bedroom is no one’s business if it is between 2 consenting adults. When will people realize this?

I claim no rights to this song, re posting as a fan.

Love,

Ladyhawk