Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me.
A Tangled Yarn of Thoughts Being Unravelled…
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 →
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 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 almost wrote "maketh the man" and then reminded myself of gender neutrality (another pet peeve of mine) and changed it to "person". Anyone following my blog of late would have wondered if they'd landed on the same person's site or not because I've gone slightly berserk with my template changes. And that's the super-duper... Continue Reading →
I have no idea why I lapse into the Ye Olde Dayes...I just do. Imagine an imp with a neck ruff a la dear ol' Will sitting on my shoulder, nudging me to shake things up a bit. Anyhoo, I'd had a fever for a bit. Nothing critical but it was on the higher side... Continue Reading →
"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 →
It goes without saying that if I blog when my kid has a cold or sneezes excessively, a post has to be forthcoming when he breaks his wrist. The miniature love of my life was zooming away on his cycle when he swerved hard to avoid an oncoming bike and fell on his wrist- neatly... 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 →
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 →
Random. Structured. Haphazard. All Me. 