yes, we hate monday. gosh, why do mondays come at all? good question – but think, can we survive without a monday? no, seriously, think. if there is no monday, there will be no tuesday, wednesday and so on. take monday out of the week, rest of the days will lose their sheen. we haveContinue reading “monday haters”
Category Archives: various me
watchlist
Specialist – Restrained Stallone, overtly Sharon Stone. Freelancer – I am. Empowered. Euro Finals – Portugal Wimbledon – ah, let’s see. Misc+ – Something always comes up. @#crashcourse
inbox today
My outlook inbox number was showing ‘1994’ today. I took a deep 10 second look at it and was quickly reminiscent of how life was, way back in 1994. These are few of what I remember – vaguely and hazily as I swept past nostalgia. As any teenager, I was equally inquisitive, confused and overtlyContinue reading “inbox today”
thought for the day
There is this predicament about human nature. You appear kind, concerned and interactive, you are labelled as an ‘Intruder’. When you are aloof, selfish and less-forthcoming, you are touted as ‘Self Obsessed’. Mix of both is difficult to find but a viable proposition. Independently, these attributes will cater to a specific set of audience andContinue reading “thought for the day”
typical father weekend
my weekend these days means lots of cuddling and indulging in nonchalant pampering of my 5 month old toddler. yes, everything is surrounded by his exploits and his presence dictates the agenda of our day. he smiles, makes weird sounds, smiles again, doesn’t cooperate for a feed, loves to be patronised with love, touch andContinue reading “typical father weekend”
animosity of a kind
I love to deviate from my enormous respect for human beings, during fragile moments. Beasts, often accused of being paranoid, are meant to be that way. Their aggression is their forte to survive. Their sporadic moments of withdrawal is a means to arrange their next meal. And they eat when they are hungry. Yet, humanContinue reading “animosity of a kind”
trending
when you land yourself in an ugly spat, ask your ego to sleep for a day.
sometimes. some place else.
red rays of life
Bustling vehicles, day settling down with the magical fervor of a juggling magician. Human traffic, a serenade of a metropolis with the advent of never ending tales. Fun, attraction, jubilation, never ending little packets of joy, waiting for those irresistible new beginnings. It’s a wait for life, by life and to live life.
playing days
Rain. Football. Wet legs, wetter grass. Dirty shoes. Hot tea. Don’t go home. Get wet. Complete package.
perfection lives through ignorance
Perfection does not lead you to oblivion, it gets you closer to it. Doesn’t matter how long you practiced it, you will fall short as long as excellence chases you. It isn’t naïve to believe am not perfect, no one is. When people say ‘I am Perfect’, it means the individual is good at somethingContinue reading “perfection lives through ignorance”
‘Mother’ of all happiness
You do have many names – Mom, Amma, Ma. But all of them get equated to the same level of dignified poise that you continue to epitomise throughout our lives. We were born, we grew up, we told you we love you and we hate you, we still grew up, we finished school and college,Continue reading “‘Mother’ of all happiness”
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