Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
"Quite a few times it's happened that I wrote something but couldn't publish it because my inner crazy lady didn't allow for anything to get sent out unless the requisite tags and categories had been ticked off. While cleaning up the blogging space, I've come across stuff I've left half-written, written but unedited or written... Continue Reading →
I am not averse to sharing my living space with another person or other people. I've lived in a dorm, as a boarder and lived with my folks till I was an adult and those things really drill it into one's head about the utter necessity of having your own space for your own shit.... Continue Reading →
It's inevitable that when people live together, work together, do stuff...again together, there'll be occasions when there is acrimony. Acrimony can get bumped up into enmity or also a severe case of I-don't-recognize-your-existence yada yada yada. But in the whole scenario, the one thing that no one quite figures out how to do is burying... Continue Reading →
Another reblog from another time... Been a long time between posts. I wanted to write but people and things kept cutting into my bloggy brainwaves and once they were gone, they sulked till I came grovelling to get them back. Cognitions can be a bitch that way. You remember things you would much rather not;... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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. 