Wedding Season is officially over! This year alone has been crazy, wedding-wise. Since January I have been invited to 6 weddings taking place this year, and it’s only August! The majority of these are Punjabi weddings, which typically results in me taking around 3-4 days of annual leave per wedding, which often causes eyebrow raises and questioning glances from friends and co-workers alike. I get it, a 3-day wedding isn’t something experienced by everyone…Continue reading Punjabi Weddings: FAQs
Imagine commanding the attention of 200 people in 5 seconds. I recently learned how to do just that.Continue reading The Adventures of Graduate Life: Holding My Space
I touched the ceiling today! And it wasn’t a low ceiling. I’m talking about a good old Victorian ceiling, at least a 12 foot climb, probably more. And I learnt something; I am strong as heck.Continue reading My Pole Journey: Chapter 2
Why do people care so much about what other people like? Why do we police people’s opinions so much?
Let me clarify – I do not mean that your rascist/homophobic/intolerant opinions are just guilty pleasures that you shouldn’t be ashamed of, because you should be. Feel ashamed. Shame.
What I really mean is who cares if you like Justin Bieber or trashy romcoms or, God forbid, Nickelback? More importantly, why? I can’t imagine anything less dull than telling people that thing they enjoy is terrible and they should be ashamed of it, but so many people seem to think their opinions matter more than everyone else’s.
As I type this, I’m on my way to see Pitch Perfect 3 – the epitome of a guilty pleasure. Singing, dancing, romance, it’s basically a Bollywood film written in English. And I love it. It speaks to me as a woman, as a singer, as a recent graduate. But so many of my colleagues and friends turn their noses up at it. Why? Maybe because it’s a “chick-flick”? Maybe because they all wish they had those angelic voices? Maybe because it’s just something fun that doesn’t take itself too seriously?
We all seem to make the mistake of taking ourselves too seriously and wanting to portray a certain image to the outside world, but really all that matters is how things make you feel. And if Pitch Perfect makes me feel happy on the inside and let’s me relive my university days, well I’m all ears. Because who’s going to remember how cool you were when you’re 80? No one. But you’ll be the one left with regrets of the things you tossed aside because they were too “cheesy”, “sad” or “dorky”.
Embrace your inner nerd. Embrace your loves. Embrace your self.