Moo, Meow, Woof et al

                                                                   

Ms. Silly strikes again. This post is just an addition to the long list of silly posts (Read this and again this) I have written and eventually posted after a ‘brain to heart ‘ talk.  As always, the heart wins over the brain and my readers suffer!!Now, before I divulge into my ponderings about how silly I can get, let me start with today’s post for which you are eagerly waiting (Now that is a joke without the laughter). Don’t expect this post to be great or even good. Like always, there is not much thought behind today’s post. It is just a collection of a few hundred words aligned to form a meaningful (hopefully meaningful) sentence.

Animals and their sheer perfection in doing the wrong things at the wrong time is what I am here to talk about. You will see why. The following will help me support my case:

• A cat will always sneak into the house and drink the milk when you are expecting guests for tea.
• Even the quietest of dogs will always start a brawl at night when you are extremely tired and all you want is a good night’s sleep minus the noise.
• You will always find a cow standing in the middle of the road, not moving an inch even after incessant honking, when you are running late for office. Great will-power I say!! A bit more about cows. I wonder what they keep thinking, standing in the middle of the road. Let me guess. Is it about the huge traffic pile up in the mornings or is it some thoughts on how to make Bangalore roads pothole free or is it something more personal like some long lost love. If anyone understands this behaviour of cows, do enlighten me on the same.
• Rats will always deliver their babies (Deliver babies??Uhhh..forget it. I didn’t find the right sentence)  in the carton box which you have stored in the attic to store coconuts. Maan gaye mummy mouse!!
• Bats will always dirty your favourite clothes because those are their favourites too.
• Crows will de-bead your lovely top which has been put to dry in the sun because they feel the beads arranged in a line are some rare species of tasty worms. Or do they feel the top looks better without the beads? Born fashion-designers I must say!!
• A cockroach will always lap up on you and make you scream and screech like a fool when you are supposed to maintain absolute silence and decorum.
• A lizard will always lose its tail under your feet when you are expecting it to be safe on the walls nibbling on some insect.

Whoever said animals aren’t humans. They are as annoying as humans sometimes, just like this post!!!

Disclaimer: I love animals .I have no grudges against any of them. The above mentioned points are instances from my life. I have personally experienced all of the above and hence I might be credited with the title of ‘official guinea pig’ for the animals to experiment and perfect their wrong timing.

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The Word Is Ma…

My mum is my best friend- one of the most clichéd lines, but it is a fact for most girls including me. Hence, here is  a ‘very close to my heart’ kind of a post dedicated to my lovely mother-Amma as I call her.

For all the times I kicked you when I was in your womb…

For all the times you had to carry me as a baby when I couldn’t carry my own weight…

For all the times you had to run behind me with the food bowl in hand…

For all the times you had to hit the ground because the ground hurt me when I fell…

For all the times I woke you up in the middle of the night because I was hungry and wanted only Marie biscuit to eat…

For all the times you came to school with the lunch box filled with my favourite sweet-dish because I refused to eat anything else…

For all the times you were forced to play those silly games with me because I had no one to play…

For all the times you had to tell me the same old story in the same order because  all I wanted to hear was that one story …

For all the times you had to lay a wet cloth on my forehead because I caught fever and wouldn’t sleep…

For all the times you had to be awake because I stayed up all night  to revise for the exams the next day…

For all the times you had to  listen to my blabbers about college and friends when you had much more important things on mind…

For all the times I had ‘important’ work when you wanted me to help…

For all the times you had to console me  because I was depressed about some silly thing or the other…

For all the times you had to run to the shop to get the required ingredients because my taste buds wished for something that wasn’t readily available…

For all the times you had to support my decisions even when you felt they might not be completely right…

For all the times you had to defend me and my actions…

For all the times you had to laugh and cry with me…

For all the times when you stood as a pillar of support when all other supports lost their ground...

For all the times you had to read my blog posts because no one else would…

For all the times I take you for granted…

…All I want to say is ‘Thanks’ and ‘Sorry’. Thanks for being there Amma and Sorry for not being there most of the times when you actually need me. Love you ma. 

PS: After reading this post, my mum will surely scold me for wasting my time on this post instead of helping her out in preparing for the forthcoming festival. After all, mothers are mothers. As I end this post, I can hear her yell from the kitchen asking for some help.

Uhhh..sorry mum.…next time maybe :)

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Free! Free! Free!

I am not here to sell anything.  I am just here to present my views on something. Anything free grabs the attention of the readers, hence the title.

It is Independence Day today and ,yet , after 64 years of independence, we still ask if we are truly independent? Every year during this time, there is one hot topic of discussion everywhere, be it print media, electronic media, social networking sites  ,or even the blog world- are we truly free?  People have their own views , but most of them feel that we would not be truly independent till we get rid of poverty, corruption, violence, reservations, gender biases, so on and so forth.

Agreed to everything that is said above-freedom from corruption, poverty, reservations, etc etc etc. But one question, is Independence Day really meant to discuss the above said issues or is it to celebrate the fact that as a united nation we could free ourselves  from being ruled by another nation? The essence of celebrating Independence Day seems to have been lost somewhere in between thinking and bringing forth the negativities that the country is currently facing. I am not against discussing the problems; infact, I feel the more discussions we have, the more solutions we would have to solve the problem.

But, come on guys, give me a break. We discuss our problems as a country everyday of our lives irrespective of the fact that we might be contributing very little to get India into a league of its own in terms if economy, military, and other major areas.  Why not spend just one day ‘not’ discussing such issues? Is it so difficult for our politicians to stop blaming the ruling party or the opposition party for the state we are in....just for one day? Is it so difficult to spend the day with fellow beings peacefully....just for one day? Spend one day doing it, you will feel so nice and relaxed and you might want to do it everyday and gradually it will be become a habit.

Every country has its own problems just like every house in which you and  I stay. We do not discuss our problems everyday of our lives, instead, we focus on solving it. Why not use the same strategy in solving the country’s problems? I strongly feel we are on the right road. We are learning fast as a country and we will be there one day where we ought to be. Till then, we need to just put an effort to do how much ever we can to rebuild India the way we want to see it.

  

One last thing, I truly feel liberated, free and independent in my own country!!

Happy Independence Day to all of you. Jai Hind.

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Friends…

Friends..hmm..The weirdest of creatures who give you some bitter sweet memories for life.At every stage of life, we make new friends..some remain for life while some just disappear(most of the times unintentionally).Just trying to figure out what has friendship meant to me during every stage of my life till now.

Pre-school: I don’t remember very clearly but I remember that those were the times when we played the silliest of games, had the most fights which usually ended up with pulled hair, a bit of scratches and ultimately tears rolling down the cheeks and a complaint against the friend to either a teacher or a parent.

Primary school: Those were the times when we actually start categorizing our friends into close friends, best friends, friends and bestest friend.  I still remember vividly the times when we used to sit for lunch together, play games together, make those silly greeting cards for a friend’s birthday, compare marks, and generally try to impress teachers with those age old antics. Also, fight with each other and not talk to the other for days and bitch about their behaviour to other friends and warn them with subsequent consequences in case they joined the friend we might have had a fight with. Feels so silly now.

High school: This is when I think we are mature enough to understand the real value of friendship. Those were the times when we spent looking out for the well being of those who we called friends, helping them out of their so called problems, scolding them for being so thoughtless, and talking to them constantly about things that mattered and things which did not.

College: Hmmm…I think college life just defines friendship for most of us. All we wanted was  to be surrounded by friends all the time. The time we spent pulling each others’ legs, teasing each other, blaming each other for no reason, having a new crush every other day, texting each and every friend in the group even for the silliest of reasons,  gossiping about teachers, making fun of people, forcing people to confess their feelings for others, crying for them in case they got hurt, protecting them from falling into problems, being a pillar of support when one would go weak at time of crisis, laughing at jokes only we would understand, studying at the last moment for exams and calling it combined studies when all it resulted in was combined fun and no studies, sharing notes, being happy for the other when the other succeeded, being sad when the other failed…this and that..hmmm…missing those days…wish I could go back.

Love you guys. Happy Friendship’s Day to all of you…

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Daddy Dearest…

It has been really long since I last posted. I have just been making full use of the awesome weather which has been just perfect to laze around. In other words, I have been plain lazy. I love writing, no doubts about it. But, it had become such a routine to post every weekend that I badly needed to do other things, like catch up with a few friends, read a few books, travel a bit and most importantly spend more time with my family. And it has been a lot of fun and an enriching experience. Now, I am back to what I intend to do on a regular basis- keep my blog active. Hard luck, you need to bear with me for some more time till I find something/someone even more interesting!!!

Like all my previous posts, I am alienating myself from the main topic that  I am here to talk about. Old habits die hard and mine wouldn’t even die since they have been on a potion of elixir for very long, the elixir being ‘constant practice’ to keep old habits alive and happening. Okay, I was just trying to be funny and I know, for a fact, that I have failed miserably once again. It is time to stop blabbering and come to the actual topic for which I am here today.

I watched this movie ‘Naanu, Nanna Kanasu’(read in Kannada) sometime back. An awesome movie. A story nicely woven around the relationship of a father with his daughter. I could so very well identify with the characters of the movie.

I can still remember vividly when I was a little girl who would hold my dad’s little finger and roam around our colony everyday. It was a daily ritual of ours. The times, when even a temperature of 99 would be considered too high a fever and would land me into a clinic with my dad fussing over it as if I was the only one to have experienced something like that, can never be forgotten. All the times he has overshot his budget to fend for my necessary and most of the times unnecessary purchases is still so fresh in my mind. He is such a protective father, and most of the times unnecessarily overprotective , like all fathers are, so much so that it is hard to imagine how I put up with him  sometimes. He has been always so proud of my achievements but has always been the one who has never let any of my achievements get into my head ( not that there have been too many) though I think he is a little pompous when he discusses me with his friends.

The fact that you have to work very hard to get what you desire has been instilled into me by my dad. Everytime  I needed something of great value, I really have been made to work very hard  for it, either by doing good academically or by achieving something that my parents could be proud of.

There are a lot many things that we agree to disagree and the thing that tops the list is ‘guys’ . I think it is a hard and fast rule with dads who have daughters- to suspect every guy their daughter is acquainted with. I think they get too overprotective and over concerned when it comes to guys.  I do not think they truly believe that any guy can keep their daughter happy . But, it is still true that they are the happiest beings on the day of their daughter’s marriage because all their lives, this is one thing that all fathers would have dreamt of. I know it sounds too filmy and clichéd, but, isn’t it true?

Love you dad…

PS: My mom is going to be so jealous after reading this. This is the problem being a single child. You get to be your parents’ only favourite but you get into the complexity zone for favouring one parent over the other!!!

But, a fact remains: It is hard to love anyone more than one’s mom. Love you ma…

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