aisa des hai mera and musings on the shirkmonster

I've been posting a bit in the past about when I'm feeling down and doomy'n'gloomy so today I thought I'd post about a moment when I felt happy. The sun was shining and I bopped round the living room, listening to Aisa Des Hai Mera from the Veer Zaara soundtrack CD. (Go here and scroll down for an audio sample.)

On the table sat a pile of to-be-marked essays and I realised with a burst of relief that I was still the same old shirker and had not been entirely eaten up by the Evil Stepford Wives. I can keep my SINK SHINY but I can also keep my shirky ways. In fact, it seems unlikely that the shirky ways will ever go away as there seems to be a core personality in here somewhere that will keep asserting itself, no matter what. So I got to thinking that maybe I should stop castigating the shirking part of me and just embrace the shirk.

And then I was reminded of someone on Radio Four's Mid-week with Libby Purvis (was it John Glaxon? can't remember the name! that's the drawback with switching on the radio half-way through a programme) -- anyway, this man writes on psychology and the subconscious, and one thing he said was that creativity happens when the mind seeks to entertain itself. In other words, we shouldn't, for example, try to stimulate our children all the time by ferrying them hither and thither but just to allow them to become bored because being bored, their minds will seek to come up with something to entertain themselves.

So I thought, maybe shirking is a way of being mentally creative!

*waves happily at sheldrake*

The thing is not to let the shirking make me unhappy.

In other news, this morning I also bared my breasts at Brad Pitt who ogled them from above my SHINY SINK. Votive Brad. What a world.