When couples fight......

What a heavy title to my today's post......

I often wonder why I fight, when I clearly cannot fight!

I do admire people's ability to fight with their spouses, hold tempers, & then get their way :-)

As for myself, either I'm with concerened person, in which case I'll keep making biting remarks, feel slighted, but cannot really fight!

or

I'll just not bother about concerned person like you dont care for any fly, flying near your favourite sweet shop! It's there, but it does not matter. Period.

However I'm still waiting to learn to master that female temper thing, nakhre kehte hain usse hindi mein...

This "I can be your anchor, darling" image is seriously injurious to health!!!

But till I learn the fine arts......."I can be your anchor darling...."

"Get a life" talks with little A

Date & Time: 7:30 pm, 21st Dec 09, monday evening.
Parents (me & A's father) are returning home with little A.
We see that our brother in laws are out, probably a mall outing.

Little A: " chachu kahan hain?"
Me: "They have a life dear! They're out"
Little A quick to get my point: "Chalo mamma...."
Me: "Kahan?"
Little A: "Life kharidke late hain"

Some one has their priorities clear. :-)

My idea of happiness.....

Reading a mindless romance late into the night....
Soft music, real or immagined....
A bowl of raw maggi!

This post tells me:
1) I love silly stuff for the mind
2) I love junk stuff for the body
3) I grew up in a hostel
4) & I can make points anytime & about anything :-)

Up loading a picture......

I always wrote in dairies as a child...

Because some one in my family, belived there was an Anne Frank waiting to be unearthed..

Nothing of the sort happened, & being the coward** that I am, I'm glad nothing did...

Give up life to be famous? Not me.

(**coward with developed imagination & ability to scare oneself silly)...

So when I grew up I decided to work, to have adult comapany & a little money of my own..(In these expensive times, I dare not dream of a room of my own),.......

And I heard about blogs, where people who can write write...

Yahoo!

& people who cannot write also write....

Double yahoo!!

& being technically challenged it took me 3 little** yrs to figure out how to open an account!

(** 3 little = As in what are 3 yrs compared to an entire life span, I got my theory of relativity all right, & if I haven't, I dont want to be corrected..... I love self-esteem, & also self-innova, & also self-honda- city..... day dreaming is not over rated at all!)

& now that I have opened the blog account, I can see I'm making up for lost time, 2 posts a day & all,

& I'm going to learn how to upload pics in this post......

& that was the whole point of this post....

aiming to see if I can upload a picture! I'm ambitious I believe....;-)

The women who just can't lose weight....

I often hear women complain: I cant lose this pregnancy weight...
& while I smile at them & say "Nehin nehin chala jayega", I really want to tell them this:
1) Eat a little less
2) Work a little more, physical work, not deriving algorithms!
& you will lose what you want to lose.

Since I never tell them, or nobody does I'm sure,
we are begining to live in the politically correct society, where you can tell rude things only to yourself, & so you dont tell them to any one, but thats me rambling...

So since no one tells the truth, no one can learn how except by paying dieticians obnoxious amounts to tell you common sense stuff......
(Have you noticed how politically correct people need to pay people to hear rude things! ;-))

& then even as i write this, I wonder......
1) will I be able to do the weight loss thing with my next, & there will be a next... (proves I'm clean crazy, to me atlesat).
2) Will some one please tell me how to battle hair loss, instead of the famous, "Nehin nehin thik ho jayega"!

Little girl's notion of investment for better future...

Elder cousin (sis)of 4 yrs: A, will you give me your kitchen set?

Little A: No. (Accusing look in tow, how dare you ask me, tumne pucha kaise?)

Elder cousin (sis)of 4 yrs: Main bhi tumhe doctor's set nehin dungi, jo papa mujhe denge, aaj shyam mein.. (waiting to see if little one falls for this)..

Little A: (A bit perplexed but following Baazigarh philosophy.."kuch paane ke liye kuch khona padta hain...), Okay, I'll share. Tum mujhe doctor's set doge na? :-)

Being alone - the grown-up art!

There was a time when I surrounded myself with people at all times.....
babbling good or bad things, but they must always be there...
Today I found myself standing alone on the terrace, taking in the fresh "polluted" city air,
okay the fresh air......
Feeling litlle gusts of wind blowing over me...
Have I grown up?