Well, its been a week of relative relatives he he !!

Seriously sometimes I think, I am spoilt. Living in my own island of thoughts and dreams where everything is perfect with all the imperfections that I get used to.

When additional souls are placed in that island, the perfection - imperfection balance sometimes swings and then it is no longer your own island…

The original soul is then forced to adapt and then that soul is no longer genuine colored by the other inhabitants’ form of expression. Subconsciously or consciously the soul does get painted in colors other than its own.. thus losing its identity and becoming something which the soul actually did not plan to.

I think that when we that is me and my partner are happy with the decisions and the mistakes that we have made and will make. Its all a process of learning and exploring our mutual and individual purpose in life.

It does hit a trigger of that tiny ball of insecurity and fear which is there in all of us, when souls who have no idea of where we have been progressing through and make snap judgments of how we have lived our life and where we are going.

Even with the new generation, it is good to allow them to make their own mistakes. Guidance is needed. But if the new kids think they know best since they have so much more awareness than us, then they should go ahead and experience this.

But enough of this rambling.

Am okay to be me and am content in me and us.. and nothing anyone says will disturb that.. it will create ripples but it will settle down again.

On a different Note :

An  Englisss poem fwd sent by Rocks.. LOL

Through the jongole I am went
On shooting Tiger I am bent

Boshtaard Tiger has eaten wife
No doubt I will avenge poor darling’s life

Too much quiet, snakes and leeches
But I not fear these sons of beeches

Hearing loud noise I am jumping with start
But noise is coming from damn fool’s heart

Taking care not to be fright
I am clutching rifle tight with eye to sight

Should Tiger come I will shoot and fall him down
Then like hero return to native town

Then through trees I am espying one cave
I am telling self - “Bannerjee be brave”

I am now proceeding with too much care
From far I smell this Tiger’s lair

My leg shaking, sweat coming, I start pray
I think I will shoot Tiger some other day

Turning round I am going to flee
But Tiger giving bloody roar spotting Bengalee

He bounding from cave like footballer Pele
I run shouting “Kali Ma tumi kothay gele ”

Through the jongole I am running
With Tiger on my tail closer looming

I am a telling that never in life
I will take risk again for my damn fool wife!!!!!

Well have a good day.. I have a tiny headache… thinking of living on warm green tea..

I leave you with Evanescence - Bring me to life..

Have been going to this Doc for a while. Due to a checkup due for Mom, I took her for the same at a designated time.

As I open the door, the good Doc pipes up : Madam, you have to talk to this director about Apoorva Diagnostics and your experience.

Me: Huh !! Why would I need to talk to the Director ?

Doc : No you just have to since he has to know. I had told him that I would ask you to talk to him.

With trembling fingers, he dials the number and makes me talk to the Director who patiently hears what to say and then says

God is looking down. You know.. people will get what they deserve.

Me : If God was looking down, why bother with me ?? I am a drop of a drop in the scheme of things.

Oh and by the way, I am talking about Dr Praveen and I am also told about “Dr Cage” who are notorious for diagnosing wrongly. Beware !!!

Now, on to my mom’s check up. My mom patiently waits for her doc to clean her ear.

Doc ( with trembling fingers) : Sister, ” bisi neer kuri..” (which means get me some hot water)

Time passes while the doctor small talks with me.

Me : Being polite. How is your daughter. I had seen the girl at your house the other day. She has grown so lovely.

Doc : Aghast !! That’s not my daughter. That’s my watchman’s daughter.

Me : (confused) But I definitely remember your daughter the last time I had come with my husband for checkup.

Doc : Oh that one.. !! That one is in UK. That is from the first one. I have a 43 days old baby from my other one.

Me : (slightly taken aback with the terminology but not surprised) Oh !! I say.

Pause …. ( I am wondering what next)

Doc : ( getting impatient and dialing for the sister ) Where is the “bisi neer” Sister ? I did not ask hot water to take bath. I need it for my patient.

The hot water in a bowl immediately is served by a nurse.

Doc : Well don’t you have sense to send me lukewarm water. The water is too hot for me to take bath even..

Me : (Now I am suspecting that something is off here. He had asked for hot water not lukewarm water. He usually does not talk that much. )

Mum: Oblivious to what is being conversed, looks askance at me with signals with her eyes as to what next. I reassure her to sit tight and explain that he will wash her ears.

Doc : (while he is washing) You know the first one divorced me and I married another one from NE.

Me : (politely) Uh huh !!! (all the while thinking this is overload of information which I don’t need)

Doc : ( elaborately going on to explain the faults of the first one while I “uh huh”…. My second wife’s place.. all the men just know how to dope and drink.. nothing else is important.

Me: ( getting a little defensive about NE) well not all of them while he insists its so. I leave it at that.

Doc : ( as if waking from a doze) how old are you ?

Me : N yrs

Doc : What you are “N” yrs old and you don’t have a baby. Why why why ? You know how dangerous it is to wait… and ALL THAT BLAH. (for 3 minutes till I am ready to whack him)

Me : (Squirming and totally embarrassed having a stranger going on like that) yeah ummm… well you know how it is..

Doc : No no … I will personally lock you and your husband in a resort.. no no in a houseboat in Kerala… and the next time you visit me you have to give me good news..

Me : ( GAWK) ARRGHHHHHHH !!! SAVE ME… ( I was like WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM !!! )

And if that was not bad.. he suddenly turns to my mum and tells her how she should force me to do something about it. And blah blah blah..

Thank God for her blissful senility, my mum serenely smiles it off.. saying… yes yes sure sure ( later on asking me what that was all about )

Me : Please doc, let this go. I am sure I will do everything that you have said under advisement and will get back to you. Thanks so much…

And I rush out….

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA…..

Why is it that my status brings out the sirens in stranger’s eyes.. ? I am happy being what I am .. let me be.. When I ask for advice tell me… GRRR
Now, I really felt bad about referring to the wife in numbers.. Sigh.

Either the doc was doped or he was going crazy … I don’t know. I just hope he does not get on my case..

Next time, will send Rocks.. let them discuss some manly silly things..

Yeah Mercury is retrograde… so all communication will go haywire.. and there I have it.. So on to another day..

Its a forward by Rocks..  Too good love.. !!! ROTFL

VIJAYAKANTH’S Dialogues in English

1)U can study and get any certificates. But u cannot get ur death certificate
2) U may have AIRTEL or BSNL connection but when u sneeze u ll say HUTCH
3 ) U can bcome an engineer if u study in engineering college. U cannot bcom a president if u study in Presidency College
4 ) U can expect a BUS from a BUS stop … u cannot expect a FULL from FULL stop
5) A mechanical engineer can become a mechanic but a software engineer cannot become a software
6 ) U can find tea in teacup. But cannot find world in world cup
7) U can find keys in Keyboard but u cannot find mother in motherboard.

Mind It……………..

Have a good weekend all of you..

Usually I ignore Indian Politics.. but heck I was forced to watch this while parents were transfixed to the TV from morning on this and went on till evening until the PM won the vote..

I was apalled at the way the members behave..

Its like a shouting match as to whose decibels outdoes the other..

Breaking news. After this… it had Amar Singh screaming.. .Am I a prostitute to sleep for money .. ( in Hindi of course !! ) GAWK.. where did that come from.. ?? You are on TV ?? Was that a publicity stunt..
And before that to make his case safe.. he says that he was vomitting the whole morning.. and Mr Yadav was there with him.. Pathetic.. !! Hahah !! He looked healthy as a horse.. LOL.

He is protesting too much.. we saw.. also heard.. that ” If I had to play games, I would not play it with known people, Do you think I am a wet behind the ears” ( In Hindi) . So he does admit that he plays games..
Its like one by one, all the layers are being more and more visible..

It makes me feel I am watching an disorganized circus where all the players.. are playing their own game without any co-ordination..

I know its all rant but heck.. I love this country mine.. When I see this.. it saddens me as to how immature we still have the tendency to behave.. and make a spectacle of ourselves.. just to spite one another..

And one can say everything is fair in politics and war.. What crap.. !!!

And more power to the PM.. I dont like to take sides.. but I think I am glad for the PM.

And this one I love.. I had tweeted it… Laloo Zindabad.. You have to see this.. He has gumption.. He is one of the most honest dishonest politician … I love seeing his interviews..