Wings

A few random thoughts that occurred to me when the word “wings” came to my mind:

- The wings of change… I should say is quite apt with the way my life is going on right now. And I’m not talking about the minuscule changes or differences in my current lifestyle. These are copious changes both in my personal and as well as professional life. I’ll just leave it at that.

- Soaring to the heavens…What must it feel like to watch our dear earth from up there?

- From high up there I can see small boats bobbing away on the high waves sailing quietly on the far river below.

- To be able to get over the fear of height (yes, I’m scared of heights)

- Wings of freedom…moving out of our home and living by myself in a different city; of a little freedom and a little flight :) Although only for a brief period, but it did let my clipped wings grow and explore the unseen, unheard, and unsought. It’s a wholly different thing that I had to go through some terrible lonely moments, but I guess it was part of the deal!

- Angels!

- I want to take my parents on a vacation someplace outside the country (and actually let them use their passports before it expires or before I renew it for another useless period).

- I myself want to visit Rome, Egypt, and Paris (very soon, although I don’t know how soon or haven’t planned anything yet). I’ve read and seen sooo many many things enchanting about those places that my need to visit them is growing deeper and deeper by the day! Perhaps I'll use those wings someday!?! ;)

- This amazing song by Roxette!

- Chasing butterflies, or rather butterflies chasing me. When I was much younger I was quite scared of butterflies and moths; I was even bitten by a scorpion once, and my little finger grew as big as my big toe and went pink in a matter of seconds. :| Phew! I still am scared of some creepy insects; I hate how unpredictable they can be!

This post is in response to the prompt at Sunday Scribblings. Not my greatest scribble, but I guess this should suffice for now, since I seem to be sharing this illness with CM.

PS: Congratulations to Liani @ SS on her book release!

A lil humour

I just couldn't help but share these...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A 3-year-old went with his dad to see a litter of kittens. On returning home, he breathlessly informed his mother that there were two boy kittens and two girl kittens.

"How did you know?" his mother asked.

"Daddy picked them up and looked underneath," he replied. "I think it's printed on the bottom."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

For weeks, a 6-year old lad kept telling his first-grade teacher about the baby brother or sister that was expected at his house. One day the mother allowed the boy to feel the movements of the unborn child. The 6-year old was obviously impressed, but he made no comment. Furthermore, he stopped telling his teacher about the impending event. The teacher finally sat the boy on her lap and said, "Tommy,
whatever became of that baby brother or sister you were expecting at home?"

Tommy burst into tears and confessed, "I think Mommy ate it!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they drew. She would occasionally walk around to see each child's artwork. As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. The girl replied, "I'm drawing God."

The teacher paused and said, "but no one knows what God looks like."

Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing the girl replied, "They will in a minute."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

and this...

A hilarious way to separate whites and yolks!


Just break an egg into the separator, tilt it 45 degrees, and watch as the egg white drip out of his nose, leaving a perfect yolk inside the dish!

Source: Internet

They're officially engaged!

I'm back!!! :D Not to mention that my back isn't back in action yet! Monday last, my sis and BIL-to-be were officially engaged. Amidst a tonne of chaos (of which my sister doesn't know a thing) the ceremony went on smoothly. I didn't in the least expect that an engagement or nichyadhartham (in Tamizh) would be done in such a tremendous fashion. I expected the presents to be exchanged, the deed to be read and ta daaa its over, we go back home! But no, this was such an expansive thingy. Go here for pictures and you'll know what I'm talking about (at least the TamBrahms would)!

Alrite, I may (or may not) be back with more on the engagement ceremony itself, but it all depends on how much I want to rant about it, but thats it for now. Go on and view the pictures and read the captions under each to understand the flow better. :D

For memory, there is no hiding place…

Been feeling kinda lost these past few days; I’m not even sure if “lost” is the right word, what about “helpless”??!?!

a lot like this or this!


Numb… disoriented… delirious... almost like a volcano ready to erupt, or a storm ready to break out; of applications and rejections (obviously not in the strict sense). Lately, things aren’t just happening the way I want it to.; I may sound selfish here, but I don’t think I care anymore.

I’ve been tearing myself away from people; friends, family, home… I even feel scared to keep the windows down while driving, or answer an email to a dear friend, or make a call to someone for that matter, lest they might judge my mood. I have this dirty habit of answering emails that have a tone of my current emotion (one of the reasons I couldn’t bring myself to post anything sensible); and end up writing something with brutal sarcasm. :-/ I know it’s not right, but what the hell!?!

I think it’s easier this way, shutting myself away. What do you know what’s happening inside the cocoon or what’s happening beneath the lake when the duck is paddling frantically, for that matter?

Been having an awful lot of differences of opinions with people at home; mum, dad, sis, and everybody else that call themselves ‘home’. I’m telling myself that maybe it’s just a passing phase, maybe I’ll try and comprehend their actions, or better yet, as time moves along, maybe they won’t be all this passé (and hopefully understand my way of perceiving things), or not!

With all the madness I’m still grateful for my mother, who surprisingly understands every little thing I do or say (or don’t say)… Mothers… what will we do without them!?!

Maybe I should break away, away from this rat race! Gonna have to quit this madness sooner or later, why not now?

Anyway, I’ll be back to being my chirpy self again… sooooon; although I might not be posting anything until after Tuesday next! Hopefully, I’ll be all perky by then! :) ta ta for now.

Picture Courtesy: Google

Quote

for what shall i wield a dagger, o lord?
what can i pluck it out of
or plunge it into
when you are all the world?

- devara dasimayya
10th century Indian poet - saint