” Relax! Have a Charminar😉!”
Charminar being a brand of cigarettes sold in India about three decades ago. In our teen years, it was fun to say to a friend who was getting worked up about something, “Relax! Have a Charminar!”
None of us smoked, but it was the catch phrase, and we knew to take a chill-pill at the moment. Fast-forward thirty years, and we are surviving lines of a different time and age😱!
Vocab evolution … Shoot me🔫
The other day, my daughter looked intently at me trying to describe one set of electric lights we had growing up and I wasn’t sure what sequence of colours it showed when lit up. She said, “Mom, you are sooo old that in your days even the rainbow was black and white.”
I burst out laughing, barely speaking, complaining it wasn’t even a fair one. Thank you, Dear! I am trying to relax.
Now that I’m classified old, I have the license to relax, and I’m going to run, excuse me … hobble along😉, with it!
Relax! It’s only forty some hours of work.
Breathe! It’s only teaching kids to love doing work.
Continue the process: Inhale- exhale. It’s only cooking two-three meals a day.
Close your eyes and concentrate on a single thought. Laundry and vacuuming.
Blank your mind. Whose turn for dishes?
Peace. Intolerance and war?
Relax! Ummm… Mail? Bills?
Om! Drop everything and simplify.
I for one, am taking a chill-pill this season, the old-fashioned way from the following Doctor:
Surgeon General’s Statutory Warning: Driving during Christmas traffic is injurious to health and venting about issues on the road is against the spirit of the Season.
My final take on the Obsessive-Compulsive-Shopper-Mania: Looking through history, I found the answer to WWJD. Relax with family/community, simple food, and conversation.
And maybe cash for gifts, if you must😉