The little things reveal character

I write more as I reflect more, when I pause or call it, forced to pause.

I love sweets and anything sweet! I love baking n the smell of baking. My brother was my constant source of inspiration. He loved anything that his Akka made n he was always ready to assist. Those were the days before social media happened - when we baked chocochip cookies mostly as he loved them..and he would gobble up everything even before the lingering aroma disappeared. The purely innocent days when no one cared to click pics..all that we cared for was licking off the batter from the spatulas n fingers! 

So, I would indulge him with all that I wanted to eat but couldn't! Later, he had to stop eating sweets too n then, I stopped buying anything sweet. It was hard. After a few years, I resumed..for friends, kids and colleagues. I love sharing food and gratified by the "vicarious joy" when others enjoy the sweet stuff. Weird but I love it!

#TheOtherDay

I saw some temptingly beautiful cupcakes one day and ordered for a friend. I ordered considering the family's headcount. He wanted each of them to be of a different type. Seemed reasonable to me. They were luscious n anyone would fall for them! But there were many different ones. So, he ordered all of them! Everyone was happy. 

This incident never bothered me at all until the same person complained that I have something personal against him. Then, I saw through the greed. I was reminded of a similar incident that happened a year ago. I had gifted someone very thoughtful for the wedding n he complained I treated him with disrespect (when I had not even interacted due to the covid menace). It did create a rift between me and the friend to whom he complained. I did make up with the friend but have not grown big enough to forgive the sheep in wolf's clothes. 

The commonality in both: "None of them acknowledged that they liked ( or disliked) the gifts nor that I shared a close personal relationship with them. All that they chose to was be greedy and hypocrites when they chose to say unfair things".

The little things reveal the character. Period.

Yours rightfully, the Bada$$!

#LifeIsLikeThat

Looking at the past is sometimes useful to see how far you have come and how struggles never cease; also, how they never can stop you from moving on.

This one was again from high school. I had delivered a Republic Day speech the previous academic year. It was a memorable one, in my lifetime..the first standing ovation I ever received. The success was a team effort. I wrote the speech but the perfect delivery was ensured by Appaa, Sister Kamala(who trusted Appaa), Sister Mary Lobo, Mrs.Rachael, Mrs.Rebecca who were there to correct and appreciate all through the rehearsals. 

Then came the Independence day speech in August. The criterion for selection was whoever "wrote" the best essay gets to deliver the speech. 

My essay won. But I wasn't called for the rehearsal. Someone else was. I went and asked the teacher who was organising. She said indifferently,  "I have given your essay to my student. Every year, you can't be the one to speak." 

#LifeIsLikeThat

"Miss, You can't give one criterion and then do a volte face just because it is me again. Moreover, you cannot give away my essay to someone else without my permission. You can ask your student to give the speech but not using mine". I had no clue of Intellectual Property then in the 90s. I did not have  the backing of my own class teacher who always called me budhdhu infront of the class that I had already stopped talking to her. She was non-existent to me!🙄 I never let negative people stay around me. 

This post is again about claiming what is rightfully yours and not worry about being bullied. Keep negativity at bay. Never mind if people call you bada$$! 

P.s. Mind you, all this was between females. Females can be the detractors to their own flock. And even if not, others try the "divide n rule" to let the cats do the in-fighting! 😂🤣