Monday, March 29, 2010

Monday Minute...

I have been wanting to do this...that is have a Monday Minute for some time now. I have linked this post to the delightful Ian, so mooch on over to his blog if you wanna know more about this or want to proudly display a Monday Minute on your blog. All you need to do is go to his blog, copy the questions, link up and get started!!!

Monday Minute
1. Why did you start blogging?
I started blogging because I was going mad with boredom and thought something was seriously wrong with me. I thought this would be the best way to analyze myself and save a ton on therapy as well.

2. Name a blogger & list their URL , whom you think deserves special attention for whatever reason you choose. 
I would like to take this chance to especially mention Ed or Eternally Distracted as she is more popularly known. It was her blog that got me interested in blogging initially. There is something wonderfully exciting about her writing which keeps me hooked.

3. Name one of your heroes, someone you know or knew, in your life.
 My heroes are my parents without whom I would not be the person I am today.

4. Whose feet smell worse, yours or mine?
Let me take a delicate sniff…definitely yours.

5. Which TV show's setting would you most like to live in?
'Friends'…I would love to consume gallons of coffee and indulge in witty or sometimes not so witty conversation day after indefinite day!

Friday, March 26, 2010

No Regrets...

This week has been a blur of work, problems and barely having any time to stop and think. Now that the weekend is near I fully plan on making it up to myself and relax with a few good books and movies over the weekend. I am feeling slightly better now that it is Friday and for a change not screaming my head off. I was just imagining the other day as I sat typing yet another one of my boring pieces at work, what if I stood in the middle of our floor and started screaming like a banshee while swinging a bat around with all my might. I don’t really have to wonder about how my co-workers would react but it sure would be fun, at least a little fun… 

Well for now I have to be content with putting up my Friday Flash 55. If you want to know more about this you can visit these awesome people g-man and monkey man and they both have put their's up. Have a great weekend you guys!!! Here's my 55,

‘I don’t want this baby’

She looked at him and walked away not looking back once.

Looking at her child smiling peacefully in her sleep, she knew that everything she had gone through had been worth this happiness which was almost too much for her to bear.  She pitied him for what he had lost.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Twitter, Twitter...

Today, I am sharing these very funny comments by David Letterman on Twitter and its overwhelming popularity…I myself don’t see the point in it…
David Letterman's Top Ten Signs that You Spend Too Much Time On Twitter

10. You miss son's soccer game waiting for Lady Gaga to post what she had for lunch
9. You answer the phone: "Twello?"
8. You've spent millions developing iPhone waterproofing technology so you can tweet in the shower
7. You haven't touched your CB radio in months
6. You ask yourself, "What would Jesus tweet?"
5. You sleep-tweet
4. No No. 4 — writer on Twitter
3. You stopped paying attention to this list after the first 140 characters
2. Even Ashton Kutcher thinks you tweet too much
1. Walked in on the landscaper "retweeting" your wife.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Happy Melodies...

Every once in a while there comes a song that makes you want to dance in the rain or at least tap your feet, walk against the wind, feel the breeze in your hair and play with paper boats or planes, whatever you fancy….this is one of those songs so I would like to share it wid all of you…It is a song called Fireflies sung by Adam Young of Owl City from the album Ocean Eyes

You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep

'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance

A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep

To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell

But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams

I do fun stuff too...

Thanks so much Debra, at She Who Seeks , for tapping my shoulder in the Photo Tag game currently making the rounds. The rules are:
1. Go to your first photo file and pick the 10th photo in it.
2. Tell the story behind the photo.
3. Tag 5 other people to do likewise.

My photo is at the top of the page as due to some strange reason I am not able to drag and drop my pictures.

The tenth picture in my folder is that of my young neighbour, who likes to stare into space and drool all over her toys. We took this picture while she was playing and refusing to listen to her mum asking her to settle down and not run all over the place…well she can’t actually run so much as crawl and walk carefully from one point to the next. That strange woolly contraption she’s wearing on her head is to keep her warm. She perfectly demonstrated what taking baby steps mean…
These are the people I am taking by surprise and tagging:

Krista at Picture Imperfect

Alice at Alice in Wonderland

Sophia at bluechairdiary

Friday, March 19, 2010

Smile in her eyes...

I was inspired to do this story in 55 words after reading Matthew’s post at AbodeOneThree. I wrote it on a whim, vaguely based on a distant memory; hoping it is as clear and comforting to you as it is in my mind even now after all this time.

''It was a day like any other. She woke up, unusually tired. Gulping down a hot cup of coffee, she grabbed her keys and rushed out the door, just in time to catch the morning bus. She sat beside him in her usual seat and smiled, though she had thought she would never smile again''.

Have a great weekend guys just in case I am not able to speak to you again this week.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

A Few Things Ninjas Swear By…

I had come across this a while back ( don’t remember when and where) and had found them really funny. I happened to stumble upon them again today as I was looking for some other stuff. Whoever wrote these deserves pure unadulterated praise. I am posting them here for your reading pleasure friends, so enjoy…

- Exercise is important, but jogging is for wimps. plenty of exercise can be had leaping from bushes and kicking joggers in the head.

- Laughter is medicine. ninjas practice the art of inappropriate laughter. laughing when hearing about cancer also shows the ninja’s strength.

- Ninjas occasionally, without warning, stab friends with throwing stars. life is random. ninjas embrace this fact of life.

- Samurais are the source of much stress for ninjas. they think they’re soooooo cool with their armor and swords and those awesome helmets. it’s in a ninja’s best interest not to think about such things.

- When eating the still beating heart of an enemy, ninjas eat it all. there are starving ninjas in africa who dont have any hearts to eat.

-Fiber in your diet is important. ninjas eat the shirt off a complete stranger’s back at least once a week.

- Killing the wrong person happens. ninjas know this. that’s why it’s useless to live in the past

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Oh No...You didn't

Alright, here we go, since I seem to have recovered from my brief spell of melancholy, I guess its time for something that’s totally inappropriate, inappropriate according to the world, not me. Feel free to indulge in such delicious behaviour, but know when to stop. This is a very important step of this whole exercise if you do not want your sorry ass beaten up. My post today is dedicated to all the things that we would all love to say once in a while (come on accept it) but don’t…

‘’He( This being one of the few nice men actually left on the planet ) cried off our second date making the most creative excuses’’

(me thinking but thankfully not speaking aloud) ‘’are you sure your dressing and behaving like a slut had nothing to do with it?’’.

Laugh when people fall flat on their ass, which I deduce is a universally common and most natural response. We just get this urge to laugh uncontrollably when someone tastes dirt, at least I do. I don’t approve of people doing the same thing though, when I am The Laughee and someone else has the exalted position of being The Laugher.

Sleeping at weddings

Oh how I enjoy weddings or is it the sleeping at weddings part. Weddings in my community, for some weird reason, always seem to take place in the early hours of the morning when I am ready to crash into bed. By this time I am usually in a state where I wouldn’t notice or seem to care if I fell face first in anything you would care to imagine( nothing too gross though) . Anyways I seem to enjoy my most refreshing sleep at weddings. So much so that I’m afraid I might not be invited to more of them in the future.

Laughing in someone’s face when they tell you how hard they have been trying to not put on weight and painstakingly sharing with you all the gory details of what diet they are on and what all is expected of them to follow this. I would love to tell such people to stop stuffing their faces, so much so often; and then watch them go all red in the face, the exact shade of a lovely plum or cherry.

I almost agreed vocally with a friend of mine the other day, when he innocently commented that he gets easily tired nowadays. I was about to sympathize with him saying I could understand, what with the bald spot and all, about which I guess he has no clue. I totally get the saying about things happening just in the nick of time now. In this case stopping myself from just blurting this gem out…Saved me a friendship…this one did.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Words left unsaid…

One of my close friends said the other day, that one should always say what is on one’s mind and not leave room for regret later. Not one to preach but not practise what she says, she lives her life accordingly. She expresses love and hate quite indiscriminately and with equal enthusiasm. Although this trait of hers has landed her in a soup on quite a few occasions, she has not changed and I admire her for it.

The only occasions, where I would have liked to incorporate this advice of hers’, are times when, I was terribly let down by people whom I had trusted and lovingly incorporated as prominent threads in the sparse fabric of my life .What I felt then was a boiling rage, pain mingled with hurt but helpless because no words would come.

I suffer from this particular predicament of wanting to scream and hurl abuses at someone who has hurt me and not even realized it, but am unable to do so. My throat simply closes up and words refuse to co-operate with me in that particular moment. People have different ways of dealing with anger and grief. Some of you tend to let it all out, and once the storm is over you feel much better for it. You let the other know exactly what you think of them. How I wish, it was the same for me. My way of handling things is much different and regrettably inadequate. Not only am I not able to express my feelings but I shy away from any ugly situations and retract into myself, shutting my mind against the reality of what is happening. I am ashamed to admit that I am a bit of a coward and tend to avoid confrontations; sometimes at the cost of losing my peace of mind.

I wish I knew what is it that stops me…is it the thought of saying something cruel and hurting the person in front of me or is it the fear that I may hear something about myself that I wish had been left unsaid.

Friday, March 12, 2010

I'm just catching up on my sleep...

Oh no!!! Seems like one of those days where I can be a real pain; depressed and high on self pity mixed with a healthy dose of self loathing.

I think I am getting dumber by the day…there’s no use beating around the bush or tip-toeing around this issue anymore, touchy though I may be. I have become as dull as dishwater and am losing all hope of returning to what I took for granted to be my normal self. My brain has turned to a gooey mess of molasses and takes ages to process the simplest of information. I wonder what happened to that person who was interested in a lot of stuff and eager to try new and different things, only a few years back.

These days I consider it a significant achievement if I am able to get my laziness out of bed and go through my things to do for the day, mostly in a robotic fashion if I may add . I seem to have lost total interest, there’s nothing, zilch…nada…nothing at all. My grandma was way sharper at 90 than I am now…Why do I feel so old so suddenly with nothing to look forward to?

I don’t even know the reason I have inflicted this pathetic excuse of a post on you guys; but I had to write down my feelings somewhere, for this to sink in and for me to try and do something about it. Ignore my complaining and try to have a nice weekend.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

What do your stars say?...

Of late I have been reading some astrology predictions which have me in splits. I wonder how I managed to miss this earlier as its excruciatingly funny. Some had me rolling with laughter on the floor while a few others had me petrified, sure that Death would come a- knocking on my door any moment now. Outlined below are a few of these gems purely for your reading pleasure. These predictions give a whole new meaning to advice; advising people against doing certain things or encouraging them to do it and informing them about the wide and varied calamities that are about to befall them.

1) Making the most of opportunities…

You will see improvement in any skin problems you have been having. Use this time to get some family portraits done!

2)It is as if the astrologer is in cahoots with the burglars…

Lock all your doors securely as a break in is indicated today. If you are on the ground floor check twice if all the windows and doors are locked.

3)What can be more satisfying than a fling?...

You may develop a crush on someone today, but will be surprised when it develops into something that is so much more.

4) Do I need to be told this?…

You have a tendency to look for a fairytale romance. In reality, you need a loving partner, not a mythical superhero.

5)Campaign against dining out…

You will feel like you have dined out too much recently. Drink lots of water to cleanse your system. Eat meals from home.

6)Feel free to acquire injuries doing abnormal, unusual activities…

Be careful while climbing stairs, as the likelihood of a fall is high. Avoid injuries obtained during normal, everyday activities.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Master of all trades...

Why oh why do people lay so much stock on being an achiever, a success, on having done something others can be proud of and blah blah. Have you gotten a whiff of the deep feeling of underachievement flowing in my veins yet? Yes, I can do nothing right and I have accepted it. However, there are five things that I excel in… ummm have mastered(read am a complete disaster) are:

1) Am an excellent cook. News of my cooking prowess has spread far and wide. My cooking is a true tribute to the senses; you can smell the burning food from miles away. My friends’ check if their insurance is up to date if they come to know that I am going to cook for them. I can just imagine my mum’s eyes brimming over with tears of joy, on the one day that I place before her a selection of food, that is edible(Alas! anything out of the can or pre cooked is not food for her).

2)I am brilliant with things involving technology. You see I have a long and checkered history with technology and a lot of references to fall back on. Having opened and explored every single gadget that came into our house since I was a wee child. No one can accuse me of not knowing how to use a screwdriver. Why would someone expect me to know how to operate a strange new TV remote is beyond me?

3)Can haggle a good bargain when out shopping. Read get cheated most of the time. I cannot bargain with shopkeepers to save my life. Wonder why I never picked up this life saving skill essential to compulsive shoppers, like me, inspite of seeing my friends, relatives and sundry other people in violent action.

4)I like to believe that I can sing even though I have been assured over the years that I am delusional about my vocal capabilities.

5) I am dismal with directions(no lies anymore). I might have traveled the same street for a gazillion times but wonder of wonders I still manage to get lost. The icing on the cake is when I am giving directions to someone, to a particular place, especially when they are driving. Have driven quite a few people mad in this process.

I truly believe that I will manage to master these tasks someday; nauseatingly optimistic that I am.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Beautiful Child...

There are certain periods in our life when we are touched and truly inspired by someone or something which moulds our character in a particular direction. You think, breathe and live with this person. This source of inspiration could stem from anywhere, it could be real or imaginary, important or trivial. It is not the nature and quality of this inspiration but what it does for us. It would be an understatement to say that I love books; some books in particular have a special place in my life. One of them is the Anne or The Prince Edward island Series by L. M. Montgomery. These childhood favourites of mine were a particular treat. Anne’s indomitable spirit was a foil to every insecurity I might have had. Simple in their writing style these books nevertheless managed to transport me into a magical world where everything was beautiful and everyone lovely. Given below are a few quotes from the books which will give you a glimpse into a favourite place of mine:

"Marilla, isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?"

"It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?"

"And people laugh at me because I use big words. But if you have big ideas you have to use big words to express them, haven't you?"

"Next to trying and winning, the best thing is trying and failing."

"You'd find it easier to be bad than good if you had red hair... People who haven't red hair don't know what trouble is."

“My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.” That's a sentence I read once and I say it over to comfort myself in these times that try the soul.

“I thought nothing could be as bad as red hair. Green is ten times worse.”

“I know I chatter on far too much... but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don't. Give me SOME credit.”

“I like people who make me like them. Saves me so much trouble forcing myself to like them.”

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Spring is in the air...

There is a certain something in the air at the moment that I like. Was just taking a stroll after lunch when I noticed the stillness in the air with only the whispering branches and the fierce wind to break it. This combination never fails to soothe me somehow no matter what my state of mind. There is no denying the fact that summer has brazenly made its appearance here. Living in a hot country like mine you cannot help but be affected by this season. An Indian Summer has been the premise of many a fictional work, most of them irresistibly sensuous, evoking images of ripe fruits, bees buzzing around and the hot sun blazing in the sky.

I have always had a love-hate relationship with this season though. It is no doubt a welcome change from the bitter winter days when simply the thought of stepping outside my house gives me frostbite (am a real coward when it comes to a lot of things). There are some things associated with summer that I could do without. If you have ever had to walk for hours on an incredibly hot summer day with nothing to drink you would know what I’m talking about. The suffocating humidity that accompanies the heat in some places can make one really miserable too.

But, I would rather think of summer as a time when I can have my fill of citrusy fruits, freedom to wear beautiful sundresses and spend hours in an impromptu picnic by the lakeside with a lovely book for company.(I am all for any activity that allows me to be lazy, indolent, drowsy etc etc…you get my drift)

Last but not the least, isn’t it amazing… the feeling of walking barefoot on warm dry grass…can you imagine even attempting to do this in winter?


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