This Week

This Week has been quite an interesting week.  I don’t mean to use the word ‘interesting’ as saying a ‘bored’ week but a ‘good’ week.  I have met some many strangers this week.  I have had a week off from work.  So I guess you can call it a week of vacation.  A holiday week.  A thought crossed my mind.  A smile that you give to a person like love.  Giving someone a bit of love to brighten their day.

A smile is what makes people smile at you.  What makes people approachable.  This what makes strangers talk to one and another.  This is probably the way people fall in love.  Like that old saying ‘fell in love when I first saw you’.  How cheesy.  I think I’m going to puke.

The smile is the most important thing ever.  I’m probably not making any sense as I am writing, blogging at 03:53am, where I should be fast asleep.  But my thoughts keep talking, buzzing in my mind and won’t let me sleep.  The only way I can, is to release a thought into a blog.  Write it down, in scribbles, and then look back realising that it does not make sense because I cannot read my own handwriting.  It becomes a writer’s block.

So, the smile.  🙂 Is the reason why strangers talk to each other.  Am I correct?  I believe so.  This week I have met many people.  My sister thinks I talk too much and waste my time talking to people whom I don’t know.  She is probably correct.  I guess this is because of all the years I have spent working in retail.  A skill to have, having a great rapport with people.  I just happen to click with people.  To me, it is all about the journey of a person.  For example, a person gets up one morning and goes to work, goes shopping, walks or drives home, spends time with family and then goes to sleep.  The journey is where the person spends most of their time.  Let me try and explain this better.  A customer enters a shop, buys a product.  They spend most of the time looking for the product.  Their moods will change depending on the people they meet on the way.  When that person reaches the till or checkout, if they receive bad service, their day will end badly.  If they receive good service, their day, theoretically will end good.  Hopefully, you see the picture which I am trying to paint with these set of no descriptive words. (I used to be once a good fiction writer.  This I hope to get back to when I have time.)

A smile cheers people up.  It is very attractive in human sapian view. (Apologies, if I can’t spell.  I haven’t slept a wink yet. Lol, meaning laugh out loud not lots of love.)  If a baboon smiled at you, it wasn’t because they are trying to be friendly.  It normally, means a form of aggression, because they are baring their teeth and so on.  So, in the animal kingdom, things mean different things.  (Ugh, I’m getting bored of the word ‘things’..)

So, back to what I am trying to write about.  Smiles.  I’m the type of person who speaks to everyone and anyone.  Even if I don’t know them.  Why that is, I don’t really know.  I met a man in the park, because his son was playing with my nephew.  My nephew is a bit like me, speaks to any child, will ask them their name and he hasn’t even started school yet.  From a parent view, you’re probably thinking “Don’t speak to strangers”, I agree.  It’s great seeing, his bubbly character with other children.  I met Adam, we had a nice conversation.  We smiled and shook hands and gave our names.  A nice formal greeting.  Yesterday, I was speaking to the Spec Savers assistant about barbeques and the difference between lamb meat and sheep meat, which is pretty much the same.  His service was brilliant.  Again, a smile started off the conversation.  A little smile can get you far sometimes.  There’s a saying and I believe too, when you’re on the phone and you answer with a smile, the recipient can normally tell and get some sort of vibe, and it spreads happy vibes.  Let’s sleep on that thought.  Good night!

 

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And I’m feeling good! Da dah! da Dah! ….

Yes, feeling good indeed!  I have just completed writing up my column and have sent it to my editor.  I love writing.  Especially, when you get the chance to do some real journalism.  Get out there and write from first hand.  It’s such a thrilling experience.

The best part I feel about writing, blogging and scoping big dreams, is the positivity that comes out from all of this.

See above video link, to see the music that is playing in my mind!

I love been able to write about community news.  You’d be surprised by the amount of stories I get to write about.  I have had people tell me, “how boring”, but you know what, IT REALLY IS NOT!  It’s really fun.

You have to start somewhere.  🙂  Have a great day all!

I saw something..

I saw something online on one of the social networks and it made me so mad!  I got angry and switched off my device.  I refused to use it.  I should have said something and put the person straight.  I didn’t.  I hid.  I didn’t hide, I just didn’t want all the wrong attention for all the wrong reasons.  You see people in a different light.  Then you begin to delete them, unfriend them.  Not because you do not like them.  Not because they are your friend.  No.  They are not your friends.  Not real trust worthy good supportive friends.  They are just acquaintances.  People you know in the street.  People who recognise your face yet want to be nosy about your personal life.  Friends are people, who have the same way of thinking as you.  Same level of thinking and don’t upset what you believe in.  Why didn’t I break the silence and speak out.  Previously, when I have, people get angry and start making everyone around them aggravated.  Why don’t people understand anything?  Why compare something to something else, which are two separate things all together?!  

The Lost Book

Have you ever read a book that you cannot remember the name of the author or the title of the book?  I have.  I am currently still looking for it.  Every time I pop into my local library, I scan the spines of the books, staring at the names of authors, in alphabetical order, including the names of the publishers.  I try to remember the colour of the book cover, the image.  The thickness of the book.  Whether is was a hard back or soft back cover.  So scrutinizingly annoyingly frustrating.  How many times I have asked different library members of staff to rack their brains and see if they know of it.  

One thing I am sure of, that I can positively say, on the cover, another author called Sophie Hannah wrote a comment about the book.  One of my author friends told me, famous writers do this, to help with the book publicity.  At the time, when I read the book, I thought it was the writer of the ‘lost book’ which I am looking for.  The reason why I remember her name (Sophie Hannah), is that her surname is my niece’s name only with no letter ‘h’ at the end, to be similar to my sisters name.  (oops I’m talking too much about me now..)

The book cover of the ‘lost book’ I think it was white or lightly covered, perhaps with petals or red roses on the cover.  It said on the book cover that it is a ‘Cult Book’ – I remember sending a text to my sister who lives in the capital city telling her about the book I am currently reading.  She told me, don’t read it, as I was so emotional when I was reading it.  

So, the facts we know so far, is:

1. it is a ‘Cult Book’

2.  Sophie Hannah wrote a recommendation on the cover

3.  It was a hardback

4. I didn’t mention this – but Headline was the publisher who printed the book.  Perhaps in the year 2012.  I’m sure it was a couple of years ago, when I read.

The author is definitely not Tanyia Bryne – as, today, I got very excited and I thought I had found it, by looking at the cover and inside it was my handwriting, as I had written the date of which I have to return the book back to the library.  Sad times,  I have still not found it.  

So, what was the book about?  I hear you ask.  Well, it is hard to explain.  The story was about a woman called Martha, I think her first real name was Matilda or Linda or something, but later she changed her name.  She felt in love with a guy called Adam.  Adam’s back ground was from a rich background.  His parents owned a mansion some where in surrey or warickshire or something.  Adam thinks he is the son of God and starts picking people to join his group, he becomes of leader of a cult group, and believes that Martha will give him a baby.  Sadly, something happens to Martha, before he finds that he is the son of god, the first time she gets pregnant with him, she aborts the child, loses it, can’t remember which one, and it ends her up as infertile.  Obviously, when Adam, find out, he is very unhappy.  He believes that it has to be her blood.

Meanwhile, another story is happening at the same time.  The story of Martha’s sister, who accidently gets knocked up and has a baby.  The sisters martha and her little sister (name which I cant remember now) don;t particular get on.  Probably due to that fact, that Martha’s little sister had a horrible pregnancy with her first child.  

The book is written from the first child’s view.  (So, when you’re reading the book, you’re trying not to get confused with what is happening.)  This child grows up into a young lady and she leaves home, ends up on the streets (it might have been her brother..) And Adam’s collecters find her and pick her up to join the group.  In a strange way, the child gets reunited with her aunt, not realising it.

There are some flashes of scenes of the book which I remember fully, certain lines.  Do I share, feeling quite embarrassed.. what the hell.  There’s a scene in the book, which the writer has described so well, describing a man’s penis as a ‘shrivelled up acorn’ and ‘a tip of the peck painted red’.. or something like that.

You find out later in the book that Adam, ends up sleeping with Martha’s sister, giving her sister another baby, a boy.  Martha’s little sister, wants to be all motherly to her son, as she never got the chance to do with her her first child, the daughter, as Martha was the one who bought her up before she left home.  

It’s a sad sort of story.  Why on earth I am still looking for this unknown book, will be something for me to find out..

Anyone out there read this book?  Please let me know.  Many thanks.

 

 

Names

Do I like my name?  Actually, I do like my real name, yet I have used a different name for me here on wordpress.  Why?  Well, for privacy and I want to be known as something else.  My real name means Moonlight Power in bengali.  Moonlight is my first name and my surname means power.  Pretty cool.  Yes, I thought so too.  

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However, though I like my name, it is a nightmare when it comes to spelling and pronouncing.  No one can spell it right or pronounce it right.  In something I read ages ago, it said if you have a complicated name you would not succeed in careers.  What a pain in the butt!  I don’t agree with this.  sometimes it does make me wonder..

 

In my family, we don’t call our elders by their first names.  We all have nicknames.  For example, there’s Bori, Midge, Shedge, Ooree, Coni and Suto.  Which pretty much means big sis, mediium sis, baby sis.  So I never call my big sisters by their first names and cousins for are older and in laws who are older than I.  And so forth.    Only the youngest, we all get to call her by her first name.  It is just out of respect, we do this.  As you can imagine, it was strange for me explaining this to a friend, or calling my sister by her first name when I never have.  Now, in the next generation, my niece and nephew have begun doing this, aunties, its similar, it’s Boro Cala and so on.  I don’t want to get too personal.  As the internet stores all this information somewhere online..  Even if it has been deleted, somewhere information is available..

Pet names – I didn’t have any pets when I was a child.  Except for a budgie.  We just gave them proper names.  

However when I write fiction, my characters name usually have a massive appeal to me.  Sometimes, they are called a particular name because of the meaning behind the name.  Sometimes, it’s been chosen just because I like the name and I have a hunch, that it is the right name to use.  

I have many nicknames.  I think the best one is ‘Bruce’.  My real name, nick name was orange juice, then juice, then Bruce,  ( I used to do martial arts / kickboxing for many years and I loved Bruce Lee.)  Bruce has just stuck.  It’s funny because I am not a man and I am a woman.  It’s funny, when someone shouts “Bruce” in a shop or somewhere where there is lots of people and a girl would stand up, wave and reply.  Now all I see, is ‘Bruce’ from Finding Nemo – the great white shark,  Funny that, as I have a shark phobia.

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Do you have the time?

If someone asked you ‘Do you have the time?”  What would you say?  I would uncover my sleeve on my left wrist and view my watch and tell the stranger the time.  I guess that is automatic.  That is not what I am trying to say.  Time.  Who has the time for anything?  Time is wasting away.  As I blog.  As you read.  As I write.  Time is running out.  Eek!  I hear you cry.  Yes.  I nod.  

The last few weeks have been really hectic for me.  I glance at my diary and calender and every day something is happening.  Events.  So busy.  I try to monitor my time and work around it.  It is hard.  I am trying to learn my theory for my driving lessons, so I can book my driving test and be on my way to support my career in retail.  As well as that, I am trying to have the time, for my husband, so he does not feel neglected.  I am constantly working around the clock, working here, working there, babysitting, writing my column, cooking, domestic cleaning.  You know the drill.  So hectic.  Then there are family events, birthday do’s, party invites, to reply to.  Everyone expects you to be there.  Friends trying to meet up and they don’t understand why you are so busy.  

That is part of life.

Some days after an incredible long shift at work, where I have started at 6am one morning and finished work the night before at 10pm, I go home to bed and sleep it off.  And before you know it, the whole day has gone.  

 

First day of January 2014

Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven, Six, Five, Four, Three, Two, One…Happy New Year!  

I hear you all cry.  Balloons whizz pass your ears, party poppers go off.  Fire works explode in the sky.  Strangers kiss and hug each other.  Social networks news feeds fill will messages and uploaded with new year images.  Mobile phones crash as networks are trying their best to get everybody’s messages sent on time.  

A busy time of the year, don’t you think?  

For me, just another day.