Sunday, October 31, 2010

Six Word Sunday

Inspired by Sharon's post here, I am doing a Six Word Sunday...

So then here are the six words...back home, real busy, loving it.... 

Addendum: Thank you to all those wonderfully nice people for having visited my blog, taken time to read through the entries, commenting on them and deciding it would be worthwhile to follow this blog.

The reason for having dropped of the radar: I have been busy attending a function at my Prince Charming's place back home and will be back on by Tuesday....right now, I am getting this post out while taking a break from carrying real cute babies around  and stepping around toddlers who think running around while screaming is a great idea.... :) (Oh, the simple pleasures of childhood.......sigh!). So apologies for the lack of eloquence.....

I am enjoying the rush, the relatives and the general feel of it.... so bear with me for trying to talk my way out.....

Happy Sunday everyone...

Signing off

Caterpillar

Friday, October 29, 2010

What're you wearin today???

The definition of Attitude as per the dictionary is: "manner, disposition, feeling, position, etc., with regard to a person or thing; tendency or orientation, esp. of the mind: a negative attitude; group attitudes"

The word has been used and abused these days....I hear someone tell me that "She's got an attitude", their expression telling me it's nothing good...I had always thought attitude was how you felt about someone or something but then since last few years, I also know that it's a way of telling that someone is snobbish, arrogant, off handed perhaps...but then, isn't that an attitude problem, rather than an Attitude... I'd call attitude a word used to describe who you, and how you choose to handle your life....

And on that note, here's my question....what's the attitude you're wearing today?

Here's what I am wearing today...

I Like it Like That - Myspace Quote Graphics


That's right....I am what I am, and I don't care what you want me to be...that's my attitude for the day!

Tell me, all the amazingly awesome people out there, what's your attitude for the day?....in a single word...or in more than a word...in a sentence or more than a sentence....I'd love to know.... 

On that note...

signing off...

Me....

Oh, and BTW, Happy Friday, people.... Cheers!

N.B:When you feel dog tired at night, it may be because you've growled all day long.  ~Author Unknown... 

so, keep smiling!

We're The Blackberry Boys !!!

I have a passion for Advertisements....well...watching them, to be more precise...I at times, enjoy the ads that play during the commercial breaks more than the show itself....And ends up fighting for the remote control almost every time I watch TV with my Prince Charming coz he prefers to flick through channels any time there's a commercial break...


I am sharing the video of one of the latest advertisements I enjoyed watching.....I like it for the concept, the cheekiness and the fun look of it.... The music is kinda catchy too.... .I have been humming the song all through the day...I like the look on the Suit guys' faces.... And I think the guy in the blue checked shirt looks cute....sigh!!!





Find the mp3 file over here...




I'm planning to use this as my ring tone though my mobile's no Blackberry...


Did you like it as much as I did???

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Live And Let Live

Here's something I had written a while ago but never got around to posting. I thought this might be a good addition to the blog...so here goes:


Over the weekend, I watched a movie titled “The Boy in the striped Pajamas”, based on the novel by John Boyne. The movie unravels the friendship between an unlikely pair of kids, one a German, and the other, a Jew who meet each other across the barbed fence of an extermination camp for Jews. Set during World War II, this movie portrays the young German’s confusion, his budding friendship, and his mental turmoil about the right and the wrong when he befriends a Jewish boy at about the same time his tutor professes Jews to be bad, malignant and downright worthless.
The movie was a touching one, but it triggered a series of thoughts in my mind. How could a country’s Government expect to hoist a country to the supreme throne of glory and success when the base stones laid were that of hatred and prejudice?  How could a leader dream to seat his country on the peak of victory by darkening the minds of its citizens with rabid animosity towards fellow human beings just because their beliefs were different from theirs? In the bid for the perfect race, the basic qualities of humanity, tolerance and acceptance were trampled upon without any regret or guilt. Much talking has been done about the oppression and inequality faced by Jews at the hands of Nazi Government, the extermination camps, mindless killings and the Holocaust.
But while busy passing judgments and scorning yet another one of those people out there, ever thought of pausing for a second and wondering whether we are following the same principles as the Mein Kampf man ourselves... We are hostile towards someone because of his nationality, we don’t like someone because of his religion, we hate someone because of the color of his skin and we absolutely loathe someone because he thinks differently from us. And yet, we do not bat an eye lid before passing judgment about the vileness of someone who killed thousands of people because they chose to follow a different path of faith.
This is not an article in support of a person who decided to wipe out a major portion of humanity, but a pleading to not transform yourself into a clone of his. The words we utter, the thoughts of hatred we carry might not physically kill someone, but it does kill the happiness of that someone, it kills their faith in tolerance, if not acceptance and most importantly, it kills the goodness in you in a silent way.  When we call someone a freak because they choose to be different from the normal, when we spat against someone because they choose to follow a particular faith and throw one of those sarcastic comments at someone just because they don’t belong to your idea of ‘perfect race’, remember that you are not being any different from the one you scorned and declared to be the enemy of human race.
So, before you decide to voice out how much you hate that girl for being a tad too smart for your liking or how big a loser that guy is because he chose not to mingle with the popular crowd but with his set of favourite authors, think about this... the careless words you just strewed might be a counteractive venom which will turn you into a hateful bully, and create your own custom made personal hell for you...
So folks, let’s take a good look at ourselves and promise ourselves to “Live and Let Live” and follow that every single day of our life.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Pathos of Miss.Muffinkins

Dear God,
 I have heard my owner occasionally comment that I have a mind of my own. I am glad that she looks at me as an independent individual and is proud of my accomplishment. It has taken me years of dogged perseverance to earn that title and the disgruntled respect (the way I'd like to interpret the helpless look on her face while trying to combat  me) that comes with it.Most of the days  I try not to get in her way much... but then I'm not ashamed to admit that almost always, I do not give up without a fight. On all the days she braid me into a tight plait (read that as almost every day), I promise myself that I will act like a good little lamb, thereby tricking her into letting me free occasionally. And once I am sure that I am let loose, I create havoc in her generally undisturbed, non messy life. I flail around at the slightest hint of a breeze making my presence known and after all the fun and frolic, get myself to resemble a ball of yarn at the end of a kitten's play time.

On days she make the mistake of using a little extra shampoo, I rejoice...because that's the time I can dress myself up... I  have tried on the Noodle head, Haystack and Electrocuted styles so far based on how far the shampoo bottle was tipped..And when the shampoo bottle is tipped a bit too much, I choose my favorite look of all seasons, The Modern Medusa look... On the best of my days, I would put Medusa to shame..much to my amusement and her displeasure. On such days, she touches me as though touching a hornet's nest and attempts the Herculean task of untangling me. This makes me lose a large number of my army and leave me anguished; I surrender promising to hit back again.

What follows these reckless episodes of mine are  her lamenting tales....She calls me "Frizzy"...what a pathetic nick name!(I would have liked something like Happy...or Sassy...or Princess...Muffin would have been fine too....but then, whatever!) And that's not all, she goes on and on about how she'd cut me short as soon as an opportunity presented itself. But I know that these are empty threats...If she didn't have the heart to part with me for the last 15 years, I doubt she'd do it now...Ha! 

Then comes her attempts to tame me, which ranges from applying conditioners, serums and multitude of oils to beer, honey, avocado and eggs?!? (ewww.....blech!) ... in an attempt to turn me into glossy and glamorous from wild and boorish. THIS, I look at as a gross act of injustice inflicted on the Prisoner of War, a.k.a me and I plot my revenge silently. And I get my chance when my owner decides to step out... as she preens and primps herself and inflicts me to jets of hot air, iron plates and hair rollers, in the hope of flipping the new shiny, bouncy me with a modest smile and leaving the on-lookers gasping in awe,  I lay low waiting for my chance... and when it comes....I play the Dead Dog trick. That's right, I voicelessly revolt against her interference and lay limp, refusing to budge, indifferent to her pleas and prayers, until she's forced to tuck me under a hat or put me up in a bun...

 Two or three days at this trick, and I know that the little shampoo bottle will come out of the cupboard and be tipped again in my favor, and then I will arise, with a voiceless battle cry, claiming my freedom again...

Right now, I am being held captive yet again after another attempt at upheaval. And here I am, the sufferer of insult, injury and injustice, waiting for my chance to freedom again. The only thing that keeps me going is the infinitesimal joy I get when I look at the haggard look on the face of my nemesis and hear her doleful sighs.

And God, and any other well meaning, kind hearted people who happen to be reading this letter, do not, I plead, do not, do not, do not fall for her conniving ways and help her in the wicked cause of taming and mastering me.

signing off

Pretty Muffinkins (that's what I choose to call myself hereupon)

Addendum: SOS from a distressed frizzy hair owner: Help!!!! Please, please Help!!!

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

RIP Paul

I  read ten minutes back that our beloved Paul passed away...

 Don't tell me you don't know Paul...oh c'mon, you got to know him... Paul... Paul the Octopus....Paul the Octopus whose claim to faim was the unerring predictions of the football World Cup results .... well, he died... or so this report says...

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/sports/off-the-field/Paul-the-psychic-World-Cup-octopus-dead-Aquarium/articleshow/6815179.cms

I am really, really upset....and I have my own doubts that this was a conspired murder by all those gamblers who lost sorely due to Paul's predictions.

Well, whatever said and done, he is no more... so, RIP Paul.... (sniff, sniff)

An Ardent Fan

The eccentricities that make me

I was going through this blog entry  and was mighty inspired by the topic Bag Lady chose...ten things I'd like to share about myself.... She even mentioned that she would come by and read if I wrote this entry...since, I am in dire need of a few readers (just to appease the vain blogger in me who thinks that she's the next best thing since toasted bread and is a budding writer waiting to be discovered) I thought "Heck, why not!"...it's just 10 random things about me....it's not going to be that hard right.....wrong!!! No sooner had I decided to write this blog entry that I realized an ever familiar wall growing big and then bigger, blocking my view of my brain...and so here I am sitting and racking my brain so that I can tell you 10 things about me... 10 lines/paragraphs in which I have to hold your attention, be witty, charm you and also throw in the surprise element....easy.... berry berry easy....

Okay, here goes..

1. I sometimes feel like I am a guy trapped in a girl's body....Don't get me wrong..... I am a girl, I am a tomboyish girl... I am just not a woman. You ask me to do the maths, handle the finances, fix a light bulb, go fight a lion bare handed..I might just to do that.... but you ask me to wear a pair of stilletos and I will go all pale and dead looking, as though you asked me to walk up to the gallows...on second thoughts, I think I'd choose the gallows. Ask me to pick a shade of lipstick and I'd look at you as though you asked me to crack the DNA code... talk to me about the latest dress in fashion and I'd look at you like you are talking gibberish.... net net, me = woman = lost cause.

2. I enjoy reading. I enjoy reading so much that I forget to pay attention to what's happening around me. So if I were to be left alone with a book in a busy street, the chances are that....
a. I'd be lost
b. I'd be robbed ( and have no clue even if THAT would happen)
c. I'd be hit by a car and still have my nose buried in the book.

3. I do not use ink pens ever because of the tendency to leave ink blotches all over the paper. The reason: sweaty palms.Attending interviews, meeting new people, walking into a room crowded with people, merely thinking about sweaty palms (like now)....anything can trigger this off....and then it's hard to stop....

4. The term 'Procrastination' was invented keeping me in mind. If I'd have a reason to skip doing something, I'd skip.... If I can't find a reason to skip doing something....? I will invent one... as simple as that...

5. Which brings us to the next random thing about me.... I will begin with my new diet and exercise plan tomorrow... It's a different thing that the tomorrow's not yet here and I am expectantly waiting for it to arrive... waiting, waiting, still waiting for "Tomorrow"

6. I consider myself to be witty and I credit that to my father.  As I always say, my sense of humor is hereditary.... it was a pass down from my father... When I am too stressed, my emotions work in the reverse....I end up laughing loud when I am too stressed...and leave a few eyebrows raised...

7. I believe in fairies, pixies, goblins, leprechauns and Santa Claus. I believe in wishing upon shooting stars and eye lashes, finding the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and three's a charm saying.

8. I hate darkness and panic if I end up alone when it's dark. I have an uncharacteristic fear of darkness. The daily ritual that I follow while at home alone at night is to switch on almost all the lights and TV so that there's light and sound to keep me company. I am trying to bring down this fear bit by bit.

9. My hobbies are, mostly, seasonal... So I am a candle making, glass painting, guitar playing, poetry writing, photo taking Jack who is a master of none. Thank God I didn't try knitting.

10. I have a younger sister and I am very possessive about her. The sole right to criticize,  taunt and irritate her lies with me and I am willing to share it with no one.  

Well....so there, that's 10 things about me.... writing it was as easy as a trip to the Dentist... but then, I've finally managed to pull through.....so then, it's time to tell me a few things about you.... As Bag Lady mentioned, I'd love to come over and read about it..... and comment too.....

So till then, so long....

Sunday, October 24, 2010

It's real quiet

Dear God,

It's been a week now, and it's real quiet. I can't believe life could alter so much in the span of seven days. I am still numb, the shock setting in gradually, like coldness creeping in... I am still wondering if I am awake or if it's all just a bad dream...

In a week, I've lost two people in my life, two pieces from the jigsaw puzzle I call my life. One a friend, one family, but both valued a lot...I'll never see them again and the thought hurts me a lot... I know I am supposed to move on, and here I am , trying to do just that... I laugh, I joke, but then every day, there comes the moment when I pause to think about them both...and then my mind halts in the tracks. The thoughts keep going back to "Why did they go?" and "What could I've done?"... I pull my mind back and tread on, knowing deep down, that this is life, and it moves on.

Rest in peace, both of you, wherever you are.

It's been a week now, and it's real quiet.

Me

Friday, October 22, 2010

Vain li'l me

Dear God,

I know that I said this is going to be my space to talk about things I like and dislike, to write down about my escapades and explorations, the space to rant and rave, a space to go all "ooh" and "aah" about something i like, and make yet another one of those sarcastic comments about something I don't like. This, I had told myself, was to be something like a diary  with all my thoughts and ideas penned...umm, scratch that, keyboarded down.... but then, within a week since I started with the blog, I realized that I was getting curious to see if this little blog of mine had mustered any interest from any passing - reader - by.

So then, the thought process in my mind was like " Okay, I don't want any one to read this blog... this is not even a blog...c'mon, I am just discussing about my life over here....."hmm, I wonder if some one read any of it"..SWAT....okay, I don't need any one to read..."It would be nice to a have a few comments"...SWAT...focus, I don't need any one's approval on what's going on in my life...."It would be neat to have followers too...". SWAT...I am telling this one more time, Brain..."How I wish I could write something witty enough that others would luurrrve to read...."! Crazy much!

So then, I finally decided that I had had enough of being this unaffected prude who couldn't care any less if someone read her blog entries or not and started sneaking in to use the blessed button on the top right hand corner that called itself "Stats"..... And ever since then, I have been a staunch supporter, follower and fan of "Stats"..... I hop with happiness when I see that I have had visitors who came by..... Comment or no comment, I had visitors.... one or two, not many, but I had visitors, followers or no followers, I had visitors.... Ha!

So imagine my surprise, and well, my heart's too, when I saw that I had had 18 page views today.....my heart did the Yabbadabbadooo thing....! So, right now, I am walking around with my nose in the air, looking as though I had been nominated for the Blogger of the year Award, revelling in the fact that someone cared to read my blog, and being very very vain in general. I pity my Prince Charming for he is going to get hit with my bragging full on....

The Very Vain Blogger
P.S. : To whoever it was who took the time to read my blog......mwuaaaaaah, thank you, thank you, thank you....
A comment would have been nice too you know..., and you can follow me tooooooo......it's really really simple...all you need to do is go to the Followers link on the right side of the page...and....ahem, ahem, just being greedy!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

We will miss you......forever!

Dear God,

I know that all I have done over the course of the past few days is write entries which have been ranting and raving about the injustices of this institution called life... and well...this post isn't quite off the mark, but is not ranting for once. This is a eulogy for a dear friend who chose to leave us behind and embark on a journey into the unknown...

He had asked me to do a few things:
1. To stop being lazy and get back on my feet and get fit.
2. To stop slouching and get my posture to resemble that of a normal human being.
3. To call him once in a while because that would help us keep in touch.

I didn't comply with any of his demands... I was always confident of finding him around to poke fun at me, rag me and laugh along when I tried to outsmart him at the verbal flings. He was one of my husband's friends from school days, and had effortlessly made his way into my list of friends which is as limited as being able to be counted out on fingers.

From the first day I met him, we hit it off and got on like house on fire. The friendship I shared with him reminded me of the relationship I had with my sister... the two of us laughing effortlessly at some silly joke which the others rolled their eyes at.

He was the friend who apologized for the gang if things went wrong, he was the friend who escorted his friend home day after day, every day after work, though it meant an extra ride to a town farther away from his home, he was the friend who would be the first one to pitch in to help any time you needed it, whether you asked or not.

He was someone you'd meet and never forget... my sister remembered him as the lean guy who had the rate of speech that gave the sophisticated rockets a run for their money... My father remembered him as the guy who had come around twice in a day to just make sure that his check up had been done without any delays, though that meant an extra trip from the concern he worked for, in the age of Mobile Phones.

I would always remember him as the friend I'd never be able to replace with any one else, however hard I would try.

I  had never realized how good a friend he was to me until the minute my husband broke the news to me that "........ committed suicide." Something froze inside my brain and I kept hoping that it was just one his practical jokes to get us to go meet the gang... "he couldn't do something like that... he wouldn't... maybe, a mistake... but then he would be fine... maybe, he's in hospital.... he'd be fine!!!", my mind kept coming up with reasons not to believe the plain truth that seemed to stare me in the face.... My mind wouldn't work itself out of the daze and I kept admonishing him for having done something as foolish as this, as though it would bring him back to life. I was finally convinced of the fact that he'd never be back when I saw him lying motionless, covered in white shroud. That scene etched itself firmly in my mind and confirmed that this was it!

I wouldn't go into the details of why and how, but the painful thought keeps crossing my mind on how much pain he must have endured if he had decided to end it all... how big a fall it must have been for him to think that he would never be able to get up and get going again... It sends spasms of pain shooting inside my mind when I wonder if it would have hurt him a lot.. I keep wondering if we could have done something differently that would have helped him...

I didn't know I would miss him so much... I didn't know I considered him as good as a sibling... until it was too late... 

It has been four days now, and I blame him and pray for him alternatively in my mind. One moment, I feel furious at him for having made the decision, but in the next, I pray for him, pleading to keep him safe and happy wherever he choose to be. Every time I think about him, I see his laughing face one moment and his lifeless face the other. I find myself trying hard to hold back the tears that refuse to dry up and control the sobs as I think about him. 

I want to remember him as the kind, considerate and funny guy he had always been... I want to remember him for his jokes and his non-stop chattering. I want to remember him for his  kind and helpful nature. I want to remember him as the one who brought the crowd alive with his mischief making and tomfoolery. I want to remember him as the guy with the twinkle in his eye... 

I realize that I have not been prepared to accept that death takes away your dear ones from you, and so I have moved him into this compartment in my brain which has been trained to believe that people placed in that precious alcove are the ones who will be around me forever though I might not be able to meet them in person or even talk with them. For me, he is alive in that alcove, and I believe that he is fine now.... he has put the past behind him and is ready to face the world head on.In my world, I can talk to him, ridicule him for being so stupid and console him that it's alright....

But then, wherever you are, Friend, know so much... I know I will meet you one day, some day.... and when I do, the first thing I would do would be to march up to you, give you a whack right across the face, and when you have recovered, look you in the eye and say that you have always been a good friend and that I am glad to have seen you finally...

One day, some day, I know I will meet you and I will look forward to that day so that I can tell you... that you were loved....and missed....by all of us and we will remember you for ever!

God, keep him safe wherever he is...

The Friend in Denial

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Some one I met a bit too late

I started this blog inspired by a blog I read some days ago. To be more specific, I started writing this the day after I read through her blog.The blog belonged to a certain teenager whom I grew to respect as I read through her blog entries. She was all of ninenteen, a girl who had a quirky sense of humor, was sensitive and  creative, idealistic and bold. Her words reverberated with energy and enthusiasm which was infectious...her entries were funny, thought provoking and philosophical in turn....here was some one who loved books, rain and puppies....here was some one who found happiness in the little somethings you came across in every day life, here was someone I regret I did not get to know much much earlier....
and here is the blog that started it all:


Tejaswee Rao was not some one I knew, we were strangers to each other, but every time I read through her blogs, I realize that my eyes are moist with tears when I remember that she is no longer with us. What I would like to believe that she is part of a better world. Rest in peace, Tejaswee, and wherever you are, please know that you were loved by a lot of people, known and unknown to you.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

I have green, green eyes!!!

Dear God,

It' not easy to see some one else living the experiences you wanted to have and be all benevolent and nice about it..Right now, I am feeling really really envious of this couple friends of mine who have put up the pictures of their latest tour online...That's the place I wanted to go, that's the smile I wanted to smile, and that's the picture I wanted to pose for... but then, there's just this minor change... It's not me doing any of it.... it's them!
God, I hate this... I hate the fact that I am missing out on all that fun, and I hate that I have all this negativity in my mind... I want to hope that I would be able to experience all this fun some day, but then I hate it that there's a part of me that sniggers and says "Don't even think about it!".

Oh well, I can almost hear the clamor inside my head when the Angel and the Devil are fighting it out... Time to yell "TIME OUT" and go to bed.... everything looks much much better after a good night's sleep... so sleep it is then...

The Stranded Traveller

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Oh Dear God!

Dear God,

I tried searching through a couple of blogs using the "Next Blog" button on top left hand side of the page... a harmless enough curiosity to see who else was out there... And I came across family blogs with pictures of cute babies and pretty mommies, the pictures of family reunions, happy family pictures and grandkids' vacation pictures uploaded and  craft blogs which told how to make candles, cross stitched patterns and puppets...I am surprised how my blog ended up in these categories...I am not a mom (though I'd like to be one some day...and the pictures and entries are tempting me way too much) and I couldn't stitch or craft to save my life...

I am feeling very, very insecure now.... sniff, sniff....

The Non-Crafter

My First Bowl of Gnocchi

Dear God,

It was a day off for me... and since my Prince Charming had to go to office, I didnt have much choice except for spending the day alone at home... I had already made a To-Do List for myself, but then was too lazy to follow it through...and so in its place, decided to try out making gnocchi... If only I knew what I was signing up myself for...!
I followed this recipe: http://www.ehow.com/how_5739058_make-homemade-gnocchi-_from-scratch_.html

 and it looked simple enough... and being the illiterate among cooks, I decided to try it out.It did seem easy enough...

The first step was to boil the potatoes and mash them.... Not hard at all right? Wrong.... the potatoes refused to be mashed and so I had to use a blender, which made them potatoes into a gooey stuff that just wouldn't come off from the jar.... The potatoes definitely had a mind of their own...
In my desperation to get this sticky stuff out of the jar, I used a spoon, a wooden ladel and even tried shaking it out of the jar, but when nothing helped, I cracked an egg into the blender and beat it well... so there was the semi liquid stuff that I finally managed to scoop out of the blender...
Then...following the instructions, I tipped the flour in....but since I didn't have a measuring cup, used a coffee mug instead... I made the mistake of dipping in my hand into the bowl to try and mix the stuff.... in five minutes, I had my hands covered in this gooey stuff that wouldn't let go off my hands... I tried adding one more egg to see if that helped, but nope....! Once I had shaken the mess off my hand, and into the bowl, on to the walls and stove, I decided it was time to add more flour so that this thing would start resembling dough... I kept tipping in flour until it finally started shaping up into a ball of dough.... consistency more like that of play dough though... and finally, when I felt that I could touch it without getting my hand covered in sticky dough... decided to get on with the next step..Which was kneading the dough, roll into a sausage like roll and cut it into pieces and cooking it.... But I got to tell you that if you ever decide to make gnocchi, know this much.... by the end of the kneading session, you will be the proud owner of well toned arms and a strained back...
I wouldn't be able to tell how happy I was with the result... the gnocchi resembled the pictures I had seen online, and everything seemed to be perfect... I was a cook after all... but this misunderstanding lasted only until i put the first piece into my mouth...
It tasted rubbery and chewing through it gave me a pain in the jaw.... But then, not the one to be defeated by some flour and  potatoes, here I am, sitting with my first bowl of gnocchi... trying to get through with it....So, till the time I chew my way through my gnocchi,

Signing off...

The Non-Chef

Can You Keep a Secret?

I came across this E Book online while browsing the other day.... since this is one of my favorites, I thought I'll share this with you...



Monday, October 11, 2010

I'm an Idiot

Dear God,

I'm an idiot.... yup, that's what I am.....an absolute idiot who decided to work on an Idea that sprouted in my head even before doing some solid research on that.... and the result, a few odd downloaded files with which I have nothing to do.... 
Sheesh, amnt I technologically challenged or what.... I mean, what was I thinking anyways.... And guess what, I cant even stop ranting on and on about my folly.... 
This mess is giving me a head ache.. and before I do anything more to add to it, let me just clean up the mess I have already created...

signing off...

The Idiot

PDA v/s PDU

The other day, at a crowded theater, I overheard a guy comment, with a silly grin pasted on his face, on how what happens within four walls in our country happens publicly in other countries. In other words, he was referring to PDA or Public Display of Affection including intimate kisses which is considered normal in a few countries...


Not desiring to be the nosey intruder with a sarcastic comment, I decided to keep my mouth shut... but then, here's question to all those people who think that PDA is impropahhh! .... what about PDU or Public Display of Urination?


Honestly, people.... I am not the least bit inclined towards seeing random guys stationing themselves before public walls and shrubs and mimicking water fountains....!

But then, I guess the Moral Police was too busy trying to curb westernization and  the spread the vile and improper thoughts in the minds of youth to actually try and build a few more public toilets for the benefit of public....!

Money, Money, Money Honey!



Dear God,

I remember an email conversation I had the other day with one of my teachers from school days. In spite of being an amazing sir who used to inspire us to do our best, he had decided to choose a different career opportunity because, as he said, "money matters at the end of the day".  Now, that's one thing that I agree to wholeheartedly... no offense to all the philosophers who believe that money is nothing but mere bits of paper but then, you need these bits of paper to survive on the face of Earth.
It’s a different matter altogether if all you can think of is hoarding money and you fall into depression at even the thought of parting with a penny from your wealth. I know someone like that, and all I can say is, for the love of God, relax…you wouldn’t be able to take any of it with you once you are dead and gone…All you would own would be six feet earth, and even that would not be forever yours. If, on the other hand, you spend your money wisely to help yourself and others around you, your name would survive and be around for some time.
Coming back to the topic at hand, I realize that I am in dire need of money and cannot find an easy solution to that. From experience, I have learned that I tend to relax as soon as I find freelancing project, and as a result, have not completed the projects I have on hand. All I have managed to do is  get my freelance account suspended.
Everyday, I wake up with a new idea to set up a business, but by end of day, my mind would have flitted away to something else that caught my attention during the day.
I do not have any hobby that can be converted into a monetarily beneficial business. All I can do is read…so if someone is looking for a reviewer who can read and comment on your articles, here I am at your service.(Imagine a curtsy with a flourish at this point.)
I am a technologically challenged person who recently discovered a very few keyboard shortcuts to replace mouse and is happy with that. I am not good with coding, programming or designing and since these are the fields in which there seems to be a unsatiable demand for freelancers, I am rejected by default from applying for any of these jobs online.
The next best option is data entry, and I am yet to find a legitimate source of earning through data entry. I am completely convinced that most of the pay to find jobs websites bring money only to the owners of those websites, and having fallen prey to such a scam once, I am the cat who drank the hot milk.
So, end of day, I am sitting here, swatting all those ideas that keep flitting in my head, wondering what'd I do, and dreaming up a million ideas but not working on even one of them, and then finishing up my chores and call it a day, waiting for the next best opportunity to come up..... I wonder how long I'd stay the Princess in the Tower until the Knight in Shining Armour (read Green Bill) comes to save me.... How I wish!