Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
These aren't those bleating goats. No Siree! They are those invisible metaphorical goats whose horns keep poking at you something fierce about stuff that irks you at the very least and makes you want to take a sledgehammer to stuff at times. So back to all my irks...and there are quite a few...dirty nails, people... Continue Reading →
Kids are trouble. If our parents had known that then and unless they were full of the love of humankind our existence would be voided. But this is a more realistic and non-candy floss way of looking at having kids. The making of the kids is probably the best part of the entire deal but... Continue Reading →
The loud people of this world, well most of them anyhow, are fairly easy to decipher. What's not hard? Everything they think, feel and see is broadcast all over with no consideration for others...am proud to be an official member of this elite group since puberty. But it's the Quiet Ones you have to watch out... Continue Reading →
Why should I *have* to like cooking? Why should I worry about calorie intake and the amount of sugar my kids ought to get? We have dentists and I have money ergo...well...figure it out. Why should I be buying the bedsheets and crap all the time? Aren't there any geometric patterned bedsheets and covers to... Continue Reading →
I am a daughter of an never-diagnosed, almost-OCD father. And I mean that in semi-jest. Growing up, life was a series of bedspreads which had to be redone because of a semi-wrinkle towards the edge of the bed and the litany of "Perfection is NOT an accident." My mother, God Bless HER!, isn't OCD but... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 