Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
Psych 101 introduced me to the notion of a word salad and initially I found it quite an interesting concept while it was still a theory in my books. Then over time I actually witnessed, heard rather, quite a few word salads while I was interning in various places; attempting to become a psychologist. And now,... Continue Reading →
A ride in the rains leads to wet clothes and a warm heart!
We have our own version of Vegas in India...G-O-A...what happens in Goa stays in Goa and Goa seems to be built for everything you'd do while you're away from home, boundaries, restrictions and the humdrum of the everyday. How else can one explain the most prim and proper of "aunties" who is carrying enough weight... Continue Reading →
I love my stuff. I love getting new things. I like discovering how they work, am ecstatic when they work the way they're supposed to and most of all I love how it makes me feel when I use them. My all time favorites have been books and cameras...of course I keep buying knickknacks that... Continue Reading →
I've noticed that there's a strange and inexplicable condition that happens to kids, especially mine over the summer holidays. They become deaf, louder, motor movements mimic being like marionettes with their strings cut or like mini Boomerang videos. Polar opposites but somehow they seem to be able to switch between them effortlessly enough. The specific... Continue Reading →
I descend into wishful thinking and into the world of fantasy in order to get a handle on being a parent.
Another year, another cake and more food for thought!
I don't consciously try and make the blog titles esoteric or cryptic even..they just pop out of my head, all baked and ready to go. Quite like how this happened. And in case anyone is interested (Pshaw! Yeah right...) how that happened...read it right here. Onto the actual stuff I wanted to convey...I've been doing... Continue Reading →
Meanie Mommy recommends pretending to be seriously and totally grossed out when your offspring threatens to pour slime on your ankles and legs. The child will pour and rub like a zealous slime-pourer and rubber and you will get a lovely little massage from those soft little hands. Accompanied by wicked cackles from a munchkin... Continue Reading →
When your ever-active 7 year-old starts imitating Woody Woodpecker's laugh before the caffeine has infiltrated your bloodstream and you think he sounds like a cross between a constipated horse and a psychotic clown.
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 