The 10 day 'You' Challenge- Ten Secrets

I decided to take up the 10-day You Challenge that I’ve seen on many other blogs. It looks like fun. Plus, I get to talk about myself a lot. And that’s like, my second most favourite thing in the world (the first is correcting others’ grammar). I'll try as much as possible to post everyday for the next ten days.

So here is Day 1.

10 secrets.

These are more like revelations than secrets.

1) I talk to myself a lot. It’s a great pastime, and an even greater stress-reliever. Sometimes, I play out entire dialogues between me and someone else in my head that I may not carry out in real life. This gives me a chance to win the argument no matter what. (Did I hear someone say ‘coward’?)

2) I will get up from bed in the morning only if the time is a multiple of 5. If I wake up and see that the time is 7:33, I’ll lie there in bed for two more minutes and get up only by 7:35. I’ll start looking at the time at 7:03, think of waking up two minutes later, but lie down for four more minutes. So I’ll think, ok, now it’s 7:07, I’ll get up after three minutes. This little game will go on till I finally get up only by around 8:30. This could also be remotely related to the fact that I just hate waking up in the morning. Please tell me that you also do it. I don’t want to be the lone freak in the circus. :/

3) I can’t stand it when people tell me “I know you”, irrespective of whether they’ve known me for 20 years or two days. Even if you do know me like the back of your hand, keep it to yourself. Don’t tell me. Because I take comfort in the fact that only I know myself the best. And if you come to judge me after knowing me for just a few days, then I will for sure bite your head off. Especially if it turns out that you’re right.

4) I don’t read self-help books, or any of those motivational books. I’m somehow not comfortable with the idea of someone else telling me how I can improve my life. If I can’t figure at least that much out, then I’m just sad.

5) I hate cats. Hate them hate them hate them. HATE THEM.

6) Even if you’re crying to me about a very serious issue, I will stop you and correct you if your grammar or pronunciation goes wrong. I’m sorry. It’s like a disease.

7) I have a very low threshold for pain. The physical kind. I will try to act very brave and crack jokes, but inside, I’m already having visions of me dying any moment and everyone crying over me and exclaiming what a nice person I was(ahem) and asking God “WHY GOD WHY?! WHY HER?!”

8) I drink all aerated drinks flat. I don’t like the fizz and the gas that it gives. The first thing I do when I buy a bottle of one of those drinks is to shake it hard till the fizz goes. The moment I lift a bottle to shake it, my friends lift their hands to hit me- literally. Now they buy a separate bottle for me, or give it to me only after they’ve had their share to drink. Bullies. Hmpphh.

9) If I watch a scary or gory movie, or one of those forwards that show pictures of a girl whose face got burnt in a car crash or how Japanese pickle foetuses, I cannot sleep the whole night. Or the next few nights. Even if I’ve forgotten about it, I will somehow conjure up the images again, and there goes my sleep.

10) I’m NOT a 4:00 AM friend. Not even a 2:00 AM or 3:00 AM one. In fact, I’m a 10:00 AM to 12:00 AM friend. If you call me when I’m sleeping, I won’t pick up, mainly because I won’t hear the phone (in all probability, if my phone rings, I will imagine that I’m hearing the song in my dream. This has happened so many times, where I’ve sung along to “Sweet child of mine” and crooned “Iktara” in my dreams, only to wake up and see 5 missed calls). If you call again, I will bite your head off, unless you called with an emergency. If you call me before ten in the morning, I will blame you for making me late to get to office. The timings include afternoons on weekends as well. Please take accurate notes.

There. Day 1 done. Nine more to go.
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Meanwhile, the Ramzan month is coming up. The season of Eat Pray Love. The muslims fast and PRAY, and the rest of us just LOVE to EAT the haleem. I know exactly where my money is going to go next month. All those in Hyderabad, let’s pig out, shall we?! And those not in Hyderabad, come over! :)

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