It's inevitable that when people live together, work together, do stuff...again together, there'll be occasions when there is acrimony. Acrimony can get bumped up into enmity or also a severe case of I-don't-recognize-your-existence yada yada yada. But in the whole scenario, the one thing that no one quite figures out how to do is burying … Continue reading Burying The Hatchet
Month: January 2018
Get Your Placebo Groove On!
"This is the follow-up post to this one. Both were written a while ago...am currently meandering down nostalgia lane at a less than sedate pace." I tried out a detox routine for a day. I did it all day yesterday and let go of my precious java (the drinkable kinds not the geeky one) as … Continue reading Get Your Placebo Groove On!
Tox Or Detox
"This was written a goodish while back but I wouldn't mind taking a walk down that lane again.." Apparently a build-up of toxins in one's systems can lead to a variety of undesirable behavior. I don't mean murder and mayhem necessarily but it can make you meaner than usual and paint the world a bright … Continue reading Tox Or Detox
Broken But Kinda Intact…
It goes without saying that if I blog when my kid has a cold or sneezes excessively, a post has to be forthcoming when he breaks his wrist. The miniature love of my life was zooming away on his cycle when he swerved hard to avoid an oncoming bike and fell on his wrist- neatly … Continue reading Broken But Kinda Intact…
Joys Of Being A Sourpuss
Another reblog from another time... Been a long time between posts. I wanted to write but people and things kept cutting into my bloggy brainwaves and once they were gone, they sulked till I came grovelling to get them back. Cognitions can be a bitch that way. You remember things you would much rather not; … Continue reading Joys Of Being A Sourpuss
Lock’ed’ and Losin’ It!
We had a very robust English literature syllabus while I was in school. Pope, Dylan Thomas, Matthew Arnold, Sassoon, Rupert Brooke et al. I specially remember Pope because just reading the title of his famous long poem 'The Rape Of The Lock', had us all giggling like silly school girls (which we were) and also … Continue reading Lock’ed’ and Losin’ It!
A Bloody Mary To End The Day
It's been a while since I had a drink. A good one. A nicely made one. When I needed it. When I wanted it. When I longed for it. Wait...are we still talking about the same thing? Some days are long. Some days are LOOOOONG. Everything seems upside down. Or downside up. And not many … Continue reading A Bloody Mary To End The Day
The Joys of Being Childfree
Now that's not a word that means your kids are at summer camp or has Grandma babysitting while you take off on a holiday. No indeed. Childfree is a proper concept thank you very much and one that's catching more momentum as well. Today there are more people who consciously take the decision to not … Continue reading The Joys of Being Childfree
It’s Probably For The Best….
Life offers up platitudes GALORE. Some are self-generated and the others are ladled out by well-intentioned albeit unoriginal people. But platitudes, clichés whatever we choose to term them, do serve a purpose. The first time I saw this scene in Victor Victoria, it struck me for a reason I wasn't able to define or even … Continue reading It’s Probably For The Best….
Ring In The Madness…
There are times when one wants to thoroughly box Alexander Graham Bell's ears. True, he took communication to a previously unknown zenith but sometimes it's actually too much of a good thing. I remember there being 2 different landlines in my parents' house while my dad was still working and there were plenty of days … Continue reading Ring In The Madness…