K forwarded these poems - would seem more applicable if written for the husband by the wife, ni?
The rain makes all things beautiful.
The grass and flowers too.
If rain makes all things beautiful
Why doesn't it rain on you?
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God saw me hungry, he created pizza .
He saw me thirsty, he created Pepsi .
He saw me in dark, he created light .
He saw me without problems, he created YOU.
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I wrote your name on sand it got washed.
I wrote your name in air, it was blown away. Then
I wrote your name on my heart & I got a Heart Attack.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
boi mela
We went to the book fair on Saturday. As is wont to happen, we had a bit of a drama before that. As he had to go to office to complete something, we planned to go after he came back. He got stuck at work – i waited, fretted, read and promptly went off to sleep. He came back almost one hour late. i was pissed off – he tried to “manawo” me, i refused to be pacified. And then he got pissed off and i tried to placate him –which i am really bad at. In the end, we made up and went to bury the hatchet amongst books! This one incident made me realize that i am not a very understanding person and that i seem to go out of my way hunting for a fight. i am a spiteful person when things don’t go my way – i guess i am poor at dealing with disappointments.
i bought 6 books – five of them by Indian authors and one by Garcia (One hundred years of solitude –to make up for the copy i lost in SFO). i have now about a dozen unread books which makes me very happy. It was too crowded, i mean the fair, and i was feeling too tired to visit all the stalls. So we just went to penguin, Oxford, Rupa and some two other stalls. He being not much of a book lover just browsed while i scurried about sniffing at books.
And he got a much needed haircut. i don’t know why but last year, he decided he wanted to grow his hair long. i don’t like guys with long hair. But since it is his hair and all that, i refrained from saying anything except maybe the once-in-a-blue-moon wistfully curious question “are you not going to cut your hair?” His hair seems stunted – it seems to stay the same length as it was 3 months back. And it seems to have a mind of its own, curling this way and that way. It was all i could do to stop myself from begging him to cut it. But i believe personal preferences should be respected - as long as they don't cause me much grief! Sunday morning, i was pleasantly surprised when he asked me if he should cut his hair. i would have danced if i was not so busy cooking! i suppressed my excitement and managed to say “you should cut it”. So, after god knows how many months, i finally got to see my man with short hair (i was wondering whether i was doomed to die with the image of long-haired version of him.) He looks good enough to eat now. All i need is a tandoor big enough to roast him whole. Yuck. Where do these thoughts crop up from? i really have a disgusting sense of humour.
i bought 6 books – five of them by Indian authors and one by Garcia (One hundred years of solitude –to make up for the copy i lost in SFO). i have now about a dozen unread books which makes me very happy. It was too crowded, i mean the fair, and i was feeling too tired to visit all the stalls. So we just went to penguin, Oxford, Rupa and some two other stalls. He being not much of a book lover just browsed while i scurried about sniffing at books.
And he got a much needed haircut. i don’t know why but last year, he decided he wanted to grow his hair long. i don’t like guys with long hair. But since it is his hair and all that, i refrained from saying anything except maybe the once-in-a-blue-moon wistfully curious question “are you not going to cut your hair?” His hair seems stunted – it seems to stay the same length as it was 3 months back. And it seems to have a mind of its own, curling this way and that way. It was all i could do to stop myself from begging him to cut it. But i believe personal preferences should be respected - as long as they don't cause me much grief! Sunday morning, i was pleasantly surprised when he asked me if he should cut his hair. i would have danced if i was not so busy cooking! i suppressed my excitement and managed to say “you should cut it”. So, after god knows how many months, i finally got to see my man with short hair (i was wondering whether i was doomed to die with the image of long-haired version of him.) He looks good enough to eat now. All i need is a tandoor big enough to roast him whole. Yuck. Where do these thoughts crop up from? i really have a disgusting sense of humour.
Monday, March 10, 2008
double century - do i get a bonus?
This is my 200th post – should i bring out the champagne? Oh i forgot you don’t drink (that is my cynical half talking to the other “rosy” half).
Why do i blog? Why do i do most of the things i do – simply because i want to. i am a person singularly led by her wants and needs – which leads to all the conflicts in my life. i think blogging is an extension of my diaries – i wrote religiously in college and it is a joy to revisit the memories through my words. Which explains why all the posts are about me – my favourite topic is i, me, myself.
i thought this post should be on the most important person in my life – more important than myself! – my mother. She is a wonderful woman – i would not have been where i am right now without her and i am not talking about my physical existence. As i grow older, i think i appreciate her more – because i realize just what she went through to ensure that we got the best of everything. She is one person who has taught me to respect all religions, to be a better human being. i love and admire her very much. If i had inherited at least 10% of her goodness, i would have been a really nice gypsy. Well, at least, i have the fortune of having her as my mother. Ema, i love you – i know i don’t say this often but it does not mean i love you any less than if i chanted it every waking hour. i know i have been/still am a difficult daughter but please know that i treasure you more than anything else in this world. i wish i were like you –which i know i will never be because i am much too selfish. In god i don’t believe but if there is anybody i worship, it is my mother.
Why do i blog? Why do i do most of the things i do – simply because i want to. i am a person singularly led by her wants and needs – which leads to all the conflicts in my life. i think blogging is an extension of my diaries – i wrote religiously in college and it is a joy to revisit the memories through my words. Which explains why all the posts are about me – my favourite topic is i, me, myself.
i thought this post should be on the most important person in my life – more important than myself! – my mother. She is a wonderful woman – i would not have been where i am right now without her and i am not talking about my physical existence. As i grow older, i think i appreciate her more – because i realize just what she went through to ensure that we got the best of everything. She is one person who has taught me to respect all religions, to be a better human being. i love and admire her very much. If i had inherited at least 10% of her goodness, i would have been a really nice gypsy. Well, at least, i have the fortune of having her as my mother. Ema, i love you – i know i don’t say this often but it does not mean i love you any less than if i chanted it every waking hour. i know i have been/still am a difficult daughter but please know that i treasure you more than anything else in this world. i wish i were like you –which i know i will never be because i am much too selfish. In god i don’t believe but if there is anybody i worship, it is my mother.
Friday, March 07, 2008
lunch and love
i am feeling like an overstuffed pigeon after the project lunch. A is in town for his Visa stamping and he took us out for lunch. We tried a new place – supposedly up market but i didn’t like the food that much – and i feel queasy. Maybe I ate too much – such a glutton.
Right after coming back from lunch, S dragged me to yet another interview. i don’t know why he is so taken up with my “interview skills”. And to add ghee to the fire, the HR guys told me they would ask me to conduct more interviews because they think I am so good at it – i threatened to resign if they even think of it. I am getting a kick out of making the candidates feel uncomfortable – i am so so good at being bitchy, it is almost like a talent!
Right now, all i want to do is eat a bottle of hajmola and pass out. i think something in the food didn’t agree with me. i feel like my innards have been greased – too rich food.
On the home front, peace seems to be the resident deity right now. i guess we have no more battles left – we are out of fights! We plan to go to the book fair this weekend – i was getting so tense about missing it. And the driving classes have not commenced yet – he says we should get up around 6 in the morning (i nearly fainted when i heard him say these cruel words) but we have not been able to rouse ourselves from sleep before 7:30 what with the late nights (not out but in!). i hope this season of love and understanding lasts. i hope i continue to be patient with him. Amen.
Right after coming back from lunch, S dragged me to yet another interview. i don’t know why he is so taken up with my “interview skills”. And to add ghee to the fire, the HR guys told me they would ask me to conduct more interviews because they think I am so good at it – i threatened to resign if they even think of it. I am getting a kick out of making the candidates feel uncomfortable – i am so so good at being bitchy, it is almost like a talent!
Right now, all i want to do is eat a bottle of hajmola and pass out. i think something in the food didn’t agree with me. i feel like my innards have been greased – too rich food.
On the home front, peace seems to be the resident deity right now. i guess we have no more battles left – we are out of fights! We plan to go to the book fair this weekend – i was getting so tense about missing it. And the driving classes have not commenced yet – he says we should get up around 6 in the morning (i nearly fainted when i heard him say these cruel words) but we have not been able to rouse ourselves from sleep before 7:30 what with the late nights (not out but in!). i hope this season of love and understanding lasts. i hope i continue to be patient with him. Amen.
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Yesterday was spent conducting interviews. And i was at my bitchy best, i think. The first two candidates were female currently working in a well known IT firm. Maybe they thought since they are not freshers, they would get the soft treatment. Yeah right. They didn’t even remember the basic things – one of them said the base of the decimal system is 12. i was dumbfounded – i just sort of stared at her mesmerized by the statement. They could not even get the truth table of AND and OR right. Can you beat that?
The third guy wanted to change company because the project he is in right is not “friendly”. But he likes the work he does. So i asked him whether he would prefer working in a friendly environment doing something he does not want to do. He got all flustered. i guess i was deliberately needling the poor guy. i hope they complain about me and thankfully, nobody would ask me to conduct another interview ever again.
He came back yesterday after almost 10 days at home – which explains why the posts have been fight-free. But it is nice to have him back. Fights and all, he is still my man. He is going to teach me how to drive – I spent some thousand bucks learning from a driving school some years back. I had even managed to drive on a road the size of a ribbon bordering a pond (hell, I was so scared I was going to drive straight into the pond – I even looked around to see if there was anybody around who would rescue me!)
The third guy wanted to change company because the project he is in right is not “friendly”. But he likes the work he does. So i asked him whether he would prefer working in a friendly environment doing something he does not want to do. He got all flustered. i guess i was deliberately needling the poor guy. i hope they complain about me and thankfully, nobody would ask me to conduct another interview ever again.
He came back yesterday after almost 10 days at home – which explains why the posts have been fight-free. But it is nice to have him back. Fights and all, he is still my man. He is going to teach me how to drive – I spent some thousand bucks learning from a driving school some years back. I had even managed to drive on a road the size of a ribbon bordering a pond (hell, I was so scared I was going to drive straight into the pond – I even looked around to see if there was anybody around who would rescue me!)
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