Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
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 →
When I was a child, summer holidays were partly spent at my grandmothers' homes and part of the time was spent in exploring touristy and slightly off-beat destinations in and around wherever my father was posted at the time. Travelling 6-7 hours in 40 degrees plus temperatures (Celsius mind you) without air conditioning in the... 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 →
Somethings are best left the way they are. Jurassic Park should have ended when they left Isla Whatsit with John Hammond. Julianne Moore was a very discordant note in the second sequel. William H.Macy and Tea Leoni were more believable but the real heroes of the movie were the dinosaurs each time around. But they... 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 →
The offspring has a new love- IPL. He doesn't really get the mechanics of cricket barring people throwing a ball and someone trying to hit it or get out trying. Those are my genes at play so he can't be held responsible. With IPL, the format is perfect for his attention span and it's livelier,... Continue Reading →
The offspring was an ADORABLE baby. He was plump in the right places without being a mini-sumo and he was always gurgling and drooling away to glory. Didn't cry much and definitely did *not* sleep much either but that's a complaint that'll never get old so we'll keep it for another day, another time. The... 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 →
I've been telling the offspring to buckle down and do a couple of things but being a parent means leading by example (or so we pretend we do) so I'm going to try and hit a few targets of my own. Expect grumblings from time to time. I want to blog more. I love to... Continue Reading →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 