20.6.08

Uh..one..uh..two..uh..three!

Jolly tagged me (not the first time!) and I decided to take things seriously and find out what this tagging is all about! So, as per the rules of this, I need to do the following-

1. Pick up the nearest book.Open to page 123.
2. Find the fifth sentence.Post the next three sentences.
3. Tag five people, and acknowledge the person who tagged me.

Shifting has become a chore given my recent sedentary habits (try do everything whilst being seated on the couch), so with great difficulty, I picked one up that looks like it has more than 123 pages. And Dr.Atkin's (the author of the ill fated book), on page 123, sentence #5, 6, 7 & 8 says, "..and other vegetable oils (preferably expeller-pressed or cold pressed). Eat no more than 20 grams a day of carbohydrate, most of which must come in the form of salad greens and other vegetables. You can eat (then lots of obscure weird numbers) ..and other vegetables. Eat absolutely no fruit, bread, pasta, grains, starchy vegetables or dairy products other than cheese, cream or butter."

Now, two thoughts cross my head as I look at the bright orange cover of Dr.Atkin's New Diet Revolution. First, if I dont eat any of the eat-absolutely-none-of-the-above, how in nutrition's name am I supposed to survive? Second, what in the good-reading-sensible-book-collection-dont-be-daft-reading-such-yewwey-stuff name is that book doing on my shelf?

First thing tomorrow morning when I wake up (ok, afternoon), this book is going down.

9.6.08

Time to pay the rent and other grown up things!

So far, I have identified two side effects of growing up. I mean, not like it makes a difference or anything because, the Growing Up tablet/tonic is not a choice, its just shoved down the throat! So, like I was saying, the two side effects I have identified are

* You keep wondering whether you've finally grown up or not (not physically OBVIOUSLY, but you know, the abstract bit)

* Diminishing number of 'friends'.

The first time that it struck me that I had grown up (at the age of twenty four) was when I had to house hunt. It scared the everything out of me. I don't do house hunts man! Its a grown up thing....I'm not a grown up? Or am I? I was so intimidated and daunted. What if the guy tried to rip me off (which he did - ironically, he was an Indian!) When I learn that my friends, fellow class bunkers, fellow hooters, cat callers, fellow tuck-sari-in-waist-and-shamelessly-dance-to-koothu-music-ers, are tying nuptial knots, it knots my stomach up! Or are they just marrying early? Aah, the power of the mind to argue, counter argue and finally convince you of what you want to hear! Funny, but dangerous.

The other side effect, the one about friends, that was a harder side effect to learn to live with. When you are young(er), you meet someone, you laugh all the time, wavelengths match, and voila, you have a friend! Its pretty simple. But as a grown up (or so I think at the moment) its not that easy. You meet someone, you laugh a lot, wavelengths match and voila, you are reminded of the time, the same thing happened with the other girl who you thought was a soul sista and then you (and your friendship) fell flat on the face. And you take a step back, laugh a little less and keep an arm's distance. By now, I do know that as progression of age takes place, that is the best strategy to implement. Because, ultimately (again, a result of growing up) we realize that time is the truest test of everything. And slowly, one by one, some of them fade into oblivion and very few precious ones remain.

But worse than everything, everything, is a third side effect. It doesnt happen, it attacks! When you are traveling in a bus/train/plane and you see this really cute Indian kid and you as usual aah, ooh, and choo cute and finally coo, whach is youueerr nameee?? (though you know perfectly well, that the kid can probably only say, ga, goo, and chochi) and the mother, to humour you, chips in, "Come on XYZ, tell your name to AUNTY".

Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh....somebody shoot me!!

7.6.08

If you dont succeed at first...second...seventh..go to sleep!

Its 3:22 am. I should be sleeping, dreaming, drooling. However, so far, I have had 1.5 litres of water, three trips to the loo and about seven template flops. I tried Enigma this, Flower Power that, and now, as you can see, its back to the drawing board - literally!

I dont have the energy to spruce this up now. But, I feel like a college girl who has been forced to wear a uniform.

Oh well, tomorrow is another day! And since I am an award winning procrastinator, expect tomorrow anytime, but tomorrow!

I cant think of anything funny/witty/ponderable/shocking/appropriate to say in conclusion (I am brain dead from sleep). So, I'll say whatever pops into my head..Winona Ryder (????!!!), masala dosa, Roundtana, crooked lamp, dishes to do, cuddly bison, Dasavatharam...aarrggh..I'll stop.

Good night.

Agendas and winning

When my children were toddlers, I had a quote stuck on my shelf which read, “When we lose our agendas, everybody wins.” At that time I was j...