Blue Sky Holiday

Those who know me know my habit of walking outside with my gaze firmly trained up to the skies above. During daytime perfect azure skies bring an instant feeling of utter peace and bliss. At night time looking up garners a vision of million twinkling beacons and a moon which is in turns coy, grinning or just vanishing quicker than the Cheshire Cat. This is certainly not an affectation but a permanent chronic condition since childhood, and definitely not meant for any life actresses to now start emulating on the fly. (Walking around in high heels while simultaneously looking up to the skies can be hazardous to said model's health - I'm guessing)

Lately the skies around where I live are starting to force their attention on me even more than usual. There is a distinct feeling of something is in the air and about to erupt on the scene in a huge manner. As I said before, I am in love with inanimate objects. And the sky is one of the inanimate objects that enthrall me no matter where I am nor what I may be doing.

I am being fanciful. But I catch myself asking out loud to no one in particular -"AM I the only one seeing this?" Those clouds have been portentous to say the least, and extremely inspiring to say the most. After the heavy rain a few days ago the sky cleared up and all that remained of the solid-demanding-respect clouds up in the sky were fleeting nebulous fingers of the formally majestic clouds, chaotically pointing at no one in particular.

As I drove back home today from work I caught a shy moon peeking out at the bold late evening sun in its last dying golden glory. A doomed love from the start - since one fully rises only after the other fully sets, yet, it is a love so poetically fragile and dramatically marketable that I had to stop and catch my breath at both the whimsical beauty of my brain's synaptic misfire and the joy of having found yet another thing to make money out of, in addition to my full time job in the tech industry - (And that was sarcasm).

What am I even writing this drivel about? Well, drivel it is. But it is also honest drivel. This is how I felt and that is what I am recording here. If this somehow in some weird incredible manner matches something that is happening in one of my readers' life (Ha! like anyone reads this drivel!), I hope they realize that I don't even own a TV.

And the point of today's blog, if indeed there is any point to this blog, is about giving to yourself.
In all the giving you do, stop and savor a bit of giving to your own self. Give a moment's peace, a moment's mental vacation to catch a flight to whimsy (not as in Lord Peter Death ) and see what it does to your day. I for one felt refreshed and alive right after getting past the panic attack induced by wondering if clouds that were that seemingly low slung had any business being so, and if it meant that alien beings were hiding inside them ready to burst out and completely ruin my day.

They weren't. That happened in my non work email inbox. But that's a story for another day......

I post this really late in the night (2:11 AM PST My time) and to yes, this IS TOO real life.

Gigi=GG=Gitanjali


Written by: Ms. Gitanjali GulveSehgal AKA Ms. Gitanjali Gulve Sehgal AKA Ms. Gigi Sehgal Copyright © 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 Gigi Sehgal a.k.a G G Sehgal a.k.a Gitanjali Gulve Sehgal All rights reserved.

Believe in yourself

Life loves to throw us for a loop and like a boomerang we keep coming back for some more

I know what I'm looking for but I haven't found it yet and until I do, I'm going to keep trying
putting my hand into the water and praying for some fish instead of shark bites. It gets difficult when suddenly my hand turns into a paw or I change shape into a dude. I don't know, I don't have a mirror to peek into while I go fishing and the choppy waters don't make up the best reflective surfaces. Since I know I am the woman I am, it doesn't matter much what the fish think of me.

I've been disappointed before. You can say that in certain situations like right now, I've been tempted to give up. But hope keeps things afloat. Hopefully my goals and dreams are big enough for me to keep trying. Hopefully my goals and dreams are big enough for me to know when to quit to find another way.

Either way, I've spent too much time second guessing myself in the past. Since the past few years I've been focused and pursuing each of my dreams. It just doesn't show up on social media or online. At the moment, this is how I'd like to keep it.

Thank you world and life for the chance to keep trying. Thank you music for showing up to soothe and heal me each time. Thank you love for always being near. Thank you zen for always following the ire.

Thank you self for keeping on keeping on. Thank you sky for always being up there. You know, I do believe the trees, leaves and puffy clouds, the wind are flirting with me. I am in love with inanimate objects. Sometimes I get upset with living beings. But I find a way to get over it. And THAT thought is belief.

So finally, thank you whoever / whatever it is that gives me access to such a strong belief. And thank you to the perfection that is perfect and imperfect all at once.

Life can be an incredible adventure, let's make it so. We can lend our voice to a cause (it's election year!  have you registered?) , we can help those in need, we can do anything we want. As long as we don't hurt anyone we are adding back to the bank of good karma.

So ask this to everyone around you, just as I ask you all - How may I be of help?


Written by: Ms. Gitanjali GulveSehgal AKA Ms. Gitanjali Gulve Sehgal AKA Ms. Gigi Sehgal Copyright © 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019, 2020, 2021, 2022, 2023 Gigi Sehgal a.k.a G G Sehgal a.k.a Gitanjali Gulve Sehgal All rights reserved.