Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
This is how a day with a kid who's home sick is likely to go: Teeth gnashing. Foot stomping. Angst. Frustration. Sleepiness. Annoyance. Howls. Ire. Pouting. Sulking. Swearing (albeit mildly). Refusing to eat. Looking at the world with a jaundiced eye. Growls. Snarls. Roars. Miffed murmurs. And that's all you. What does the kid do?... Continue Reading →
Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans. I'm not feeling particularly nostalgic or philosophical today so have no fear that this is one of "those" posts. After a week of particularly fragmented sleep due to a very, very unfortunate incident witnessed, I finally slept good and proper. And it was... Continue Reading →
I had another Ah-HA! experience this morning while "attempting" to explain to MLM why something is desirable and why something isn't. People (parenting experts, those whose kids are no longer a pain-in-the-ass and those who are blissfully childless) usually say that it sets a bad example to communicate with a growing child using largely negatives... Continue Reading →
No. I'm not high. Yes, I wish I was. And yes, I have a child. Ergo the weird things ending up where they ideally ought not to. Sitting down and finding a clothes pin jammed up in your butt crack is passe. Stepping on Batman and theoretically emasculating him when you get up to pee... Continue Reading →
When all else fails, get a haircut. Or so sayeth an undiscovered lady philosopher.
Get up and beat the alarm...not to death but beat it to the finish. Stumble over toys and everything that should not be scattered on the floor. Brush while still a zombie. Use the loo and think Oh God...another day. Struggle into swimsuit and go for a dip. Get into pool and properly wake up. Thank... Continue Reading →
Ever since my kid's been old enough to blink he's had me in the palm of his hand. There was no one more fragile, delicate, beautiful than he. Even now, although far from being a baby, he's still the most beautiful face I've beheld; in my humble opinion. And because he knows his power over... Continue Reading →
I have never had as much exposure to any other language as I have with English. Whether it be the Indian variety or the Queen's. There are words which help capture your moods, your thoughts, the intangibles, the indecipherable and what not! English also lets you coin new terms and that particular term is called... Continue Reading →
sticky fingers and unstuck head http://bouncyrambler.blogspot.com/2008/04/sticky-fingers-and-unstuck-head.html
I'm partial to Websters so I'll stick with their definition of blasphemy. It goes,"great disrespect shown to God or to something holy :something said or done that is disrespectful to God or to something holy". Now caricature has had its enemies since the first time man realized that satirizing something or someone was in its... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 