Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Rats that don't let you gym

sri and i have joined a gym and we have opted for the 6.30 AM slot.
the problem is that we have a rat in the house.
make that multiple rats. and mice. and moles.
and they all have inter racial fights.
inside our house.
our home = a regular panipat = big battlefield

they (the rodents), like the kshatriyas of the by gone era, strictly adhere to war time rules.
the war conch is blown sometime past 1 AM and the battle begins.
trivia: each of the above mentioned race have a unique battlecry.
they call it a day (?) sometime around 5 AM.

Now, all of us reasonable human beings understand that a little more than an hour of sleep is not enough for a normal person.
try telling that to my husband.
silly fellow is up and chirpy AND EAGER to gym at 6 bloody 15.

now you tell me, is it my mistake that i detest gymming so?
the cruel instructor is another story, but still.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Define Beautiful

or love
or joy

or alternatively, tell me why people look so earnest when they are digging their nose.


Friday, August 18, 2006

Rich and the Really Rich

On the 15th of August, our Independence Day, the husband and I were invited to attend a cultural program. It was organised, choreographed and conducted by special children.

As I sat there, watching the little ones perform their hearts out… I heard a sniffle. I turned around to see a young woman with tears in her eyes. She said that was her daughter singing … the one who had to be carried on to the stage because she suffered from severe cerebral palsy. I could almost touch the pride I saw in the mother’s eyes.

Their family was not affluent she said, but they felt their child deserved more than living off a wheelchair.
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Last evening we went over to a friend’s place. The friend told us about the horror stories she had heard in an adoption centre.

One of them was about how a couple came by in a Mercedes and dropped their infant daughter in the crib kept for abandoned children. The couple had decided to keep the twin, a boy, though.
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Gems and gold
Are all you hold
Coz you miss an important part
Several tongues call it several things
What we commonly call a heart.

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Grandma Toinks

My cousin's daughter gave birth to twin girls

Learnings from the above sentence:
  1. All my ancestors had children ... loads of them. Pots and pots of them.
  2. The oldest sibling was usually old enough to mother/father the youngest one.
  3. I have a large, extended family.
  4. I am a grandmommy.


Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Pride clogging my arteries

You, who made me the person I am
You, who can charm an ant out of its pants
You, who is striving towards a doctorate
You, who is the handsomest pest in the world
You, who is strumming away on my ancient guitar
You, who bunks college to finish a much loved novel
You, all…

I hate you guys…
Every last one of you
For in your own devious way, you have worked towards making my existence miserable.

Happy Raksha Bandhan … And you darn well keep up with the good work…
I love your brand of misery...
Maybe, I am just going senile, but what the heck!


Monday, August 07, 2006

I am going to write a poem

Cos I figured it was better to write a poem and get it passed for an attempt than to write a post that had nothing to say. So here goes:

I wanna be in Mumbai
I wanna be in Bangalore
I wanna be in any place
Anywhere but here
ohhoooooo lalala
ohhooooo lalala
oh ho
la la la

*notice how the last four ahem lines make it a song?

I am brilliant.
I am also little bored.
Ok, maybe I am also a wee bit envious of the husband and his globe trotting in India job.

Thursday, August 03, 2006

All that Jazz and some

If I had been in Mumbai today
Prabha and I, or alternatively Meera and I… or some poor pal of mine and I, would have got up at the crack of dawn, caught a train to Dadar, waded through muck and an assortment of people and bought bags full of flowers.

Yes, it is that time of the year again

Puja time – Varalakshmi time

Its unbelievable… I never thought I would miss it so
The crazy folks
The long hours
The constant chatter
The piles of work
The never-ending stream of guests

… but I miss it… s o b l o o d y m u c h

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On the other hand, if I had been in Mumbai now,
I would have to think of what to get my friends for Friendship day
And I am broke
As usual
And I don’t think they would accept IOU vouchers

So, I guess I am better off here

I am

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

Eradicator - Search. Find. Destroy.

It was a dark night
The humid weather lulled the mind…

The slightest of sound
And the inert body was transformed to a state of supreme alertness
A tiny beam of light emerged on its right hand
And scanned the breadth of visible territory
Even the minutest of movement didn’t go unnoticed

The predator was a seasoned one…
Treading softly
He jumped when he had to, making almost no sound

Almost …

That tiny slip-up cost him

His home
His food
His hearing ability
He probably died of a delayed cardiac arrest
When the terminator screamed out her lungs.

~ The End ~

PredatorKiller rat disguised as a meek mouse

TerminatorToinks disguised as a shrieking banshee

Source of lightTorch disguised as a regular mobile
(No picture available. Shy guy, this one.)