Looking into a mirror and cooking..

I took a lot of time between the end of last year and the better few days of this new year to do something that I had'nt done before - Look at myself in the mirror. I never look at myself in the mirror. Yep. It's somewhat related to my MPD, but not all the way.

Anyhow, this period has been pretty reserved for me. I have been pretty reserved. I have been keeping myself away from general population. Only doing the unavoidable confrontations and meetings with people. Close friends had been lost communication with. Shwetabh is one of em. He's gonna beat the freggin crap out of me when I land up at his place this weekend. I'm sure he'll agree. But certainly, as I always do, I do have an explanation for this behavior of mine. In simple words, I have been stuck up. Stuck up beyond my own comprehension. Stuck up on stuff that is beyond my control. And stuck up for a period beyond explanation. I have been stuck up.

There. I said it.

Now that I do feel a lot bit lighter, let me also tell you that I am NO LONGER stuck up. I have gotten over it. I can say that looking at my self in the mirror. I have gotten all the way over it.

Now for the funny part of life.

I have started cooking. I enjoy it. Yes, I enjoy cooking. If any one of you females reading this is destined to be my future wife, you should be feeling swell by now. Yes I love cooking. And i DO cook well. Currently that is self proclaimed, but soon I shall find some guinea pigs.
BUT I only cook on weekends.
WHY? Because you cant possibly have the energy to cook after a hard day at work.

HENCE, this goes out to all those working(more) AND non working moms out there.. and ESPECIALLY to my mom, who for all these years, has been taking my tantrums at the dinner table:

IM SORRY. :( AND MY HEARTIEST RESPECT FOR YOU.

Everyone should cook. Even if you suck at it and decide never to do that again, you'll realize the awesomeness of the working moms who do that every night. :)

NoO2 out.