Bala karthiga M

Well, well, well, look who decided to wake up from their two-year-long blogging nap!

Yep, it’s yours truly, back from the abyss of 2021, armed with bangs, babies, and a permanent address in Bengaluru.

I know, I know, I’ve been MIA, but fear not, because I’m back with all the deets on my life that you didn’t even know you were missing.

Let me walk with you down this road of nostalgic moments, epic blunders, and a dash of grown-up responsibilities, all with a generous sprinkle of snark.

So, let’s dive headfirst into the saga of the great hair drama of my life.

I had this brilliant idea to rock bangs, thinking I’d be all chic and Insta-worthy.

Spoiler alert: I looked more like a failed TikTok challenge.

Note to self – next time, leave the hair decisions to the professionals and not the algorithm.

It turns out the algorithm is not a certified stylist. Who knew?

Now, let’s take a stroll down memory lane to the grand epic that was 2023 – the year my family decided it was high time to level up in every aspect of life.

Two tiny humans, in the form of my daughter, the reigning drama queen, and my son, the ringmaster of mischief, decided to join the party that is my life.

Parenthood, my friends, is like living in a sitcom, but with fewer laugh tracks and more sticky fingerprints on everything.

It’s the real deal – the messy, chaotic, and totally unfiltered version of life.

In the realm of adulting (yep, it’s officially a verb now), we bid a fond farewell to our old crib and took a quantum leap into the dream home territory.

Complete with all the mortgage payments, adulting perks, and the constant hum of the Swiggy deliveries at the door – because, let’s face it, adulting also involves a lot of Swiggy deliveries.

And let’s not forget to give a shoutout to my old-fashioned balcony – the MVP of my space, now transformed into a lush oasis filled with plants. It’s where I take life at my own pace, surrounded by a delightful chaos of greenery and the occasional overconfident pigeon. 🌿🕊️✨

Oh, and just for the fun of it, we threw in a shiny new car.

Because nothing says “I’m adulting so hard” like a fresh set of wheels to transport your chaos mobile – aka, the family.

Living the dream, one mortgage payment at a time.

It’s like we hit the fast-forward button on life, and suddenly, we’re dealing with mortgages, car loans, and the delicate art of keeping a tiny human from using the TV remote as a teething toy.

Now, let’s talk about my novel, “Kadamba Vana Priya.”

I poured my soul into it, and guess what?

The literary gods smiled upon me, and it’s likely getting picked up for a web series – a dazzling turn of events following its debut at IFFI as a top jury pick for book-to-screen adaptations. 📚🎥✨

I wish I could brag more about the details, but it will take a minimum of three years for you guys to see anything with my name on it on screen.

Lights, camera, patience – because apparently, the entertainment industry operates on its own timeline.

But hey, good things come to those who wait, right?

In the daytime adulting grind, I snagged the title of Marketing Lead at a company with the ‘best culture ever.’ Translation: the coffee is endless, the meetings are infinite, and the home office snacks are my new besties.

Work hard, snack harder – that’s my mantra.

Oh, and guess who’s living it up in Bengaluru now? Me!

The city of dreams, tech, and weather that can’t make up its mind.

Bengaluru, you’re a real mood swing, and I’m here for it.

As we dive headfirst into the enigma that is 2024, I’m buzzing with excitement.

Perhaps my novel finally make it’s OTT debut. Perhaps my kids will both fall asleep at the same time, and bedtime routines will be much calmer on my nerves. Perhaps my hair ever recover from its bangs-induced trauma.

But one thing’s for sure: This blog is about to be the hippest rollercoaster ride of 2024.

I will be slaying this year, one sassy post at a time!

The highlight of the past two years is probably the fact that by the end of it, I officially felt like an adult: not because I was a married mother of two with a mortgage but because the big 3-0 hit me like a glitter-filled truck in December 2023.

Picture this: I’m standing on the threshold of my twenties, waving them goodbye with one hand while trying to catch confetti from the surprise party with the other.

It’s like saying farewell to your favorite TV show before the finale – you know there’s more epicness ahead, but dang, the nostalgia hits hard.

I’ve come to this profound realization that turning 30 is like finding out your favorite meme is now a vintage relic.

You’re simultaneously the wise owl doling out life advice and the clueless kid wondering where the years went.

It’s the sweet agony of realizing you’re in the middle of creating those ‘good old days’ you’ll reminisce about.

So here’s to being a walking contradiction, embracing the adult-ish chaos, and cherishing the moments I’m probably going to miss while I’m still living them.

Age is just a number, but my love for witty comebacks, messy hair, and impromptu dance parties remains timeless.

💁‍♀️✨

XOXO,

Bala.