In this town called Whoopsindale, there lived a girl whose name rhymed with Daisy and a guy who was called Dave. One day, the two crossed each other on a street which had an urchin showing ball tricks and a little kid chasing a balloon. He looked at her. She pretended not to notice. They walked closer. She put her disobedient tress behind her ear and and feigned a smile into the space behind him. Moments passed, their feet walked them away from each other. He turned back. She did not.
Is it him? she asked herself.
She did not turn back. She did not know.
She's an idiot!
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Sunday, January 22, 2006
Monday, January 16, 2006
Clifton
these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in
they do not fit into little
petty places, these hips
are free hips.
they do not like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!
(A homage to my hips in the last few days; of cramped cars and small lifts and much more)
they need space to
move around in
they do not fit into little
petty places, these hips
are free hips.
they do not like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!
(A homage to my hips in the last few days; of cramped cars and small lifts and much more)
Thursday, January 12, 2006
Cricket here too?
I was amazed to find the contumacy associated with this game. I am a crazed fan too but here, it is amazing. The English gentleman across the hall is very excited about the Ind-Pak series coming up. "Hope your Ten-dol-ka has a good series" he wished me at the dawning of the new duel. We are yet to figure out which is the cheapest site which is streaming the video.
Any suggestions?
In other news, wonderful weekend and workloaded weekdays.
Any suggestions?
In other news, wonderful weekend and workloaded weekdays.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
It's a nice cozy chair for a lil prattle
It's a friend's birthday tomorrow and I had this strange dilemma of choosing a gift for him today. Strange because, I dont usually have a "dilemma" for such things. I am not finicky about said emotional tokens. But this time I thought I will put a lil thought into it.
I am maturing, you see.
I walked into the nearby bookstore and started browsing. I soon realized that it was a HUGGGGEEE *extends both her hands wide* bookstore with LOTTTTSSA books *still extending* (Brobdingnagian collection, if my recent education is to be put to use). If you are a semi-regular reader of this blog, you ought to know that I am not the ideal book-picker you would come across.
But, I am maturing.
Anyway, I always believed that men are simple to figure out. Pretty much as simple as say, hmm.. any woman. So I had a drift what would appeal to such transpicuous species. More over, this kid was such an old friend of mine, I could guess his AOL password is, in four attempts.
I walked up to the Art section.
Six minutes, only six minutes... it took me to walk out of the aisle with the book. The funny looks and bemused expressions that courted me as I walked away, hastened my feet. I cursed having to wear stockings on a humid Wednesday afternoon. Riders of the.. errm.. storm.
I slided the book at the counter and asked, "Could you gift wrap this please?" The teller at the counter gives a lil nod, and a tacit smile... pushing a card forward.
I scribble something on the card and the teller did his bit.
The old lady who was next to me at the book aisle was now behind me and murmured some sweet lil curse under her breath. Her Victorian self had better taste in books I reckoned. I thought that would be a good moment to feel a lil embarassed at the choice I made. I chose to lay over the moment, however.
I picked up the book and made my way back to the office. (First day, remember?)
**
As I sit here as the clock ticks away the final moments of my first (and unproductive) day at the office, I look at the wrapped box next to the screen and a card that reads, "May you never have to use this for what it was made to be. Happy Birthday!" I realize I am not really that mature.
I also realize I have bad English.
Under the polka dotted wrapper lies - 50 years of Playboy, Collector's Edition.
I am maturing, you see.
I walked into the nearby bookstore and started browsing. I soon realized that it was a HUGGGGEEE *extends both her hands wide* bookstore with LOTTTTSSA books *still extending* (Brobdingnagian collection, if my recent education is to be put to use). If you are a semi-regular reader of this blog, you ought to know that I am not the ideal book-picker you would come across.
But, I am maturing.
Anyway, I always believed that men are simple to figure out. Pretty much as simple as say, hmm.. any woman. So I had a drift what would appeal to such transpicuous species. More over, this kid was such an old friend of mine, I could guess his AOL password is, in four attempts.
I walked up to the Art section.
Six minutes, only six minutes... it took me to walk out of the aisle with the book. The funny looks and bemused expressions that courted me as I walked away, hastened my feet. I cursed having to wear stockings on a humid Wednesday afternoon. Riders of the.. errm.. storm.
I slided the book at the counter and asked, "Could you gift wrap this please?" The teller at the counter gives a lil nod, and a tacit smile... pushing a card forward.
I scribble something on the card and the teller did his bit.
The old lady who was next to me at the book aisle was now behind me and murmured some sweet lil curse under her breath. Her Victorian self had better taste in books I reckoned. I thought that would be a good moment to feel a lil embarassed at the choice I made. I chose to lay over the moment, however.
I picked up the book and made my way back to the office. (First day, remember?)
**
As I sit here as the clock ticks away the final moments of my first (and unproductive) day at the office, I look at the wrapped box next to the screen and a card that reads, "May you never have to use this for what it was made to be. Happy Birthday!" I realize I am not really that mature.
I also realize I have bad English.
Under the polka dotted wrapper lies - 50 years of Playboy, Collector's Edition.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Tomorrow is my first day...
... at the job.
Wish me luck.
You know what this means, dontya?
More blogging time.
:d
P.S. I just realised evian is naive spelled backwards.
Wish me luck.
You know what this means, dontya?
More blogging time.
:d
P.S. I just realised evian is naive spelled backwards.
Monday, January 02, 2006
So how have you been, kind sires and lovely ladies?
It's been 4 months since I last wrote something here. A lot has happened during the course.
Where do I begin? I do not have a great memory, but lets go back to November 05...
Nights were immolated, days were slept off, ass was slogged, CAT was written. Wonderfully well, I might add. The vicinal dream looked as if it would crossover to reality.
But. The little girl always forgets - what you want, and what you get may not always be the same.
Things were learnt
Priorities beckoned
Choices were made
Countries were traversed
Life... was turned
Bottom up.
Within a span of a month, winters have become the brass tacks of my life. Winters of my life.
Sometimes I wonder why I came back to this blog. Probably, just to get a sniff of the nostalgia. Probably just to know where I was.
Probably just to know I had a past too.
Thetis
Jan 1, 2006
Pennsylvania
United States
Where do I begin? I do not have a great memory, but lets go back to November 05...
Nights were immolated, days were slept off, ass was slogged, CAT was written. Wonderfully well, I might add. The vicinal dream looked as if it would crossover to reality.
But. The little girl always forgets - what you want, and what you get may not always be the same.
Things were learnt
Priorities beckoned
Choices were made
Countries were traversed
Life... was turned
Bottom up.
Within a span of a month, winters have become the brass tacks of my life. Winters of my life.
Sometimes I wonder why I came back to this blog. Probably, just to get a sniff of the nostalgia. Probably just to know where I was.
Probably just to know I had a past too.
Thetis
Jan 1, 2006
Pennsylvania
United States
Sunday, January 01, 2006
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