Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
I type this out, with the middle finger of my left hand raised and ostensibly flipping off the world at large. But that's not so. I'm not that angsty. Or am I? A few days ago I tried to save a silly glass from toppling over in the wind. The wind was gusty and the... Continue Reading →
Ever since I was a cute little girl and got introduced to killer sharks by my semi-misguided parents who thought it was ok to take a 2 year to a creature flick; I have sought out shark movies. I have watched the good ones viz Jaws, Deep Blue Sea, The Shallows and its rather limited ilk. I... Continue Reading →
I wrote this post on a Word doc years ago and didn't get around to publishing it. Discovered it today and publishing it because it's still relevant and I'm still fighting for my space on the bed!" Travails of Sleepytime Many of us sleep alone at nights. And they are the lucky ones. The ones... Continue Reading →
I'm an only child. That was by design. I am used to space. I love space. Not the ones with galaxies and monkeys in the cube (cue theme music from 2001: A Space Odyssey). But spaaaace. I have one child. One husband. That too is by design. Too much of a good thing and your... Continue Reading →
I run from my kid. It's the truth. After the first hugs and kisses of the morning are done I run and hide; especially during his summer break. He's like a bloodhound. He can always track me down. No matter where I am. SIGH. No loo is secure enough. No pressure cooker whistle is loud... Continue Reading →
When I woke up with a weight on my chest this morning and realized it was my kid’s heel on my sternum, it led to yet another epiphany. Life’s like The Wizard Of Oz (hold the Wonderful). Dealing with kids often morphs us (read me all the way through) into the Wicked Witch of the... Continue Reading →
First question? Why did I watch it and 2) Why am I bothering to review it either? Answers: 1) My kid's school still hasn't opened so am just gasping for things that distract me and we're both (mother and son) tripping on Bom Diggy Diggy song from the movie so why not? 2) I just... Continue Reading →
Let it be noted that if I had to do anything amounting to slightly strenuous physical activity vs being bodily harmed, bodily harm would rule the roost. The most apt description of my gait, run and overall physical movement is quite akin to the drunken hallucination from Dumbo. I kid you not. Red has despaired... Continue Reading →
Well his character, of Martin something or the other in Sleeping With The Enemy, had it right. There's no reason why things can't be kept in a particular (I mean PROPER) way. Just no reason at all. Barring the fact that Bergin (lovely old stud that he is) did play the role of a psychopath,... Continue Reading →
I had hoped I'd have enough time and material to write again today. Lo and behold! The universe conspired to bring me a muse in the form of an annoying and kind of naive salesgirl who I've hexed from here to Kingdom come for her utter and complete lack of even a half-assed sales pitch... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 