Su Spills

This is not an entry for the people that make a living from letting it all hang out, from being hopeless, useless, unaccountable and just consistently bad at life. This is for the those who spend the majority of existence holding it all together, gluing back the broken wings, making the ends meet, cleansing, toning, moisturizing, making the perfect briyani and just fervently refusing to unravel.

Surely, it’s time to let things slip a little. Surely we can permit ourselves the opportunity to rock up incorrectly dressed, lipstick on teeth, break into uncontrollable tears and just crumble for a bit.

If perfection is supposed to be fictional, let’s keep it that way. Let us give ourselves space to get it all horribly wrong, to say inappropriate things or to say nothing at all.

Let us make room for no improvement. Let us sit back and eat more dessert. Let’s not worry about kilos and cholesterol and duty and punctuality. Let’s not keep it all tucked in. Let’s pack away the mirrors and the coasters. Let’s get into the hot oil and burst like an unsealed samoosa. Let’s feel jealous. Let’s be haters. Let’s lower our expectations of ourselves and increase it for others. Let’s steal the damn shampoo in the hotel. And let’s think weird thoughts while we meditate.

Who decided that we should always be perfect? Who decided that you should be so hard on yourself. The next time we feel only human, let’s pay close attention. Let’s give ourselves a hallway pass for imperfection. Because after all, we are only human – fallible, flawed, fumbling, fatigued.

I’m Su. Saturdays are traditionally my clumsiest days. My family members approach Saturdays with trepidation, ensuring that I’m far from delicate wine glasses and that I avoid carrying a stack of dinner plates to the table. But I’m not just awkward around tall glasses and slippery dessert bowls. I have clumsy life moments too.

I was tired of creating speech-length status updates on Facebook and decided that I needed somewhere else to spill and break things.
I think Life offers us ample opportunity for clumsiness. And grace. It offers us the space to tip things over, pick up the pieces and also to grab something that is split seconds away from disaster – with ninja-like reflexes.

There will be plenty of angst here, some awe, a fair amount of drama, musings and sometimes just the odd human observation. Because life and people are just that weird. Welcome to my blog.