To see and experience as much and to capture them in words

I met with an old friend the last Sunday (Sunday afternoon drinks are fun), as we were talking about life and the struggles that comes with growing old and gaining responsibilities a question of him struck me. This was actually not the first time that the question overwhelmed me. I remembered in my company’s first team building, my general manager asked me sort of the same question as we were having a one on one discussion. The question, at least the latest one was formed in such a satisfying manner, I hope my memory is not betraying me, “how do you handle life?” I thought he must be asking me for advice and I thought that I must be hitting a few notes correctly. I struggled to answer the question, like the first time it was asked to me. And like the first time, I answered it, "I read…" But as the moments pass and I reflect on the question, with the kind of itch you have when you and your friends are talking about a movie character whom you know, you know,( an...

As I was reading “Wild” a vivid memory of a friend flashed back to me. He was a friend I met on the road and travelled with. Then, just like any other thought it flowed to another insight… as much as I’ve been wishing to have a boyfriend, I definitely love my singlehood and the experiences and freedom that come with it. Before I got into my very first relationship, it took me a lot of years of meeting, dating, and getting to know quite a few number of guys. Disgracefully, I met most of them at a club, where I was my alter ego – find a cutie, judge him by the way he dresses, by the people he is with, by the his presence, talk to him, and if he seems to fit my subconscious criteria, flirt, I’d like to think I did it with class, but some nights, remembering them now didn’t seem too classy to my 27-year old self. YUCK. But the point was, I was fearless in the club, I learned to deduct the possibility of rejection. Fast forward to a few days after, when a guy would text me or ask ...

One of the happiest states I find myself in is when I go on solo travel. It may not be everybody’s thing, but I want to make a case as to why you should try it at least once. Basically because it’s so much fun but more so it makes me a better person – that is why I feel it is my moral obligation to appeal to you and disturb your senses with hopes that you go on and take that solo adventure. Before I go on to the list “why you should,” let me guess some of the reasons why have not tried traveling solo. 1.        You are afraid that something bad might happen to you. Like getting lost or getting ripped off. These are valid concerns but they are not unique to traveling alone, these things can happen even when you’re traveling with someone or with a group. The key to avoiding these is to plan and research. There are gazillion sources online about everything. I suggest that you: -           ...

As I reflect on the question I receive on a regular basis - why I still don't have a boyfriend - one of the things that comes to mind is that I think I am lucky in the department of having good men in my life. And when most your life you have been surrounded with the cream of the crop, it just follows that you construct for yourself standards based on them. It’s my ex-lovers, my friends, my brothers, my colleagues, my heroes who I am blaming as to why I still don't have a boyfriend, I mean, it can't all just be me. Let's expound on this a little more. I can say that most of my guy friends are the nicest and most interesting guys I know. I'm used to having good laughs with them, that's why I can never connect, more so get attracted to someone who does not have the same kind of humor as I do and I hate doing fake laughs just to be 'nice.' I'm used to talking with my boy friends about stuff, interesting stuff and vain/useless stuff. I like co...

I'm a really curious person, maybe that's the biggest drive for my love of travel and adventure. I've heard this TED talk about "Multipotentialites" which basically are people who have no one true calling. My favorite synonym to this is the Renaissance person, those "whose expertise spans a significant number of different subject areas, referring to the renaissance time period." And I felt a little relived after somebody told me that it's okay to be wanting so many diverse and sometimes contradicting things in life. As somebody who values consistency, it's always a constant battle whether or not I should be more consistent in the things that I pursue. Like my love of adventure and how I love my corporate stint. Sometimes when I review my life, I come reach a point where I force myself to make a decision on whether to pursue this and let go of that. Oh what a relief it was to stumble upon this insight, that I can actually chase after many drea...