Posts Tagged ‘daily diary’

My cousin Naher is in the fifth grade, has huge eyes, a nasal twang to his voice and in general is cuter than all the kids his age I know (cos all the other kids have irritating nasal voices…I mean, there’s that fine line you walk in nasal voices; so easy to go wrong)…
So anyway, the cutest ever Naher was on his annual vacation and pretty much thought life was doing the square thing by him and was not being overly complicated which was ok till he got ill with…yes, it’s true…swine flu…
Swine Flu

here’s to you Naher..here’s hoping that your vacation isn’t wasted on fever and coughing and a runny nose that makes you fall off that fine line in quality voices….

AND here’s a poem to make you laugh:

Hello, hello
is anybody on the line?
hello, hello
are you really the swine?

Coughity cough
do you know what you’ve done?
Coughity cough
you’ve had me blowing my nose and scratching my bum

All day, all night
the fever’s by my side,
from dawn to dusk
Tamiflu’s been the diet

But now I have a secret to tell
would you really mind that, Mr. Swine?
even though, personally, you and me don’t gel so well
your flu tops any list of “how to make mommy not worry about homework and whine”!!!

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and Naher has secretly been my second most favorite kid cousin of the lot…

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PS: he’s better now… so yay…and all along it wasn’t even swine flu…so phew

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i’ve been away away

Posted: August 10, 2009 in my life, random
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i’ve been so busy these hols(new sem started, so tada hols…) and what with my computer giving me problems…i just couldn’t get online as often as i wanted to…anyway…there’s an essay writing contest…”do unto others as you would have others do unto you”..analysis etc in 1000 words and my sister’s pestering me to help her with the job…off i go…

The band that never will

Posted: May 17, 2009 in my life, random
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So, it started like this. Ar said we’d be great together (“we” as in the gang, don’t look at me like that). Lb did look at me like that. “This is a bad idea” she mouthed in whispery slo-mo when she thought Ar wasn’t looking. “I don’t know a thing about guitars,” she stole a glance toward Ar “those drums might break from your lack of skill and frankly, these clothes are silly…” 

I nodded in agreement, but as was often the case with Ar’s grand ideas, I knew it would pass. She walked around like a monkey on a high and it did my heart good to know that she was going to ditch this plan soon. 

She introduced me to english movies at a time when it was scandalous to even check out the posters at home. She showed me that it really was ok to eat out when there was home-made stuff. She showed me sleeping n going out in the same clothes, brushing teeth after lunch and long calls. She showed me illegal Kazaa and hyper active thinking and talking on the phone in the bathroom.
Ar grew me up a little and now she isn’t even in my life.

strange, non?

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anyway, it’s that time of the year and it always makes me wistful.

I don’t like 9 letter words. Especially not if they start with R and end in N and … well, no points for guessing since you’ve been through the title, I’ll be frank and admit it. I hate anything that even rhymes with the word “Recession”.

I’m the kind of person that usually is only bothered about mundane stuff like the temperature of water in the shower even as a dozen or so politicians, somewhere, are charting out the path of my nation. I’d prefer to curl my toes and snuggle tight in bed than endure any heavy make-up deliver my daily dose of news on TV. Newspapers – Ahaha.

So, it should come as a surprise to the common man when I now declare that for the past six months, I have, in fact, been following the fortunes of various random far-away corporations and organizations (collective gasp audible). You see, while politician A told politician B that that his gang was basically nothing but a bunch of mice on a high and while actor A declared to the world his love for actor B and while actor B promptly sued for divorce, I had nothing more pressing to worry about than my chipped nails, the mouse under my bed and the temperature of the water in the afore-mentioned shower. You can imagine how the unmentionable R-word totally put me out by announcing itself not just in the morning papers but also in my life. And it’s obvious.

It started slowly. First, there was the pink slip. Mine. I couldn’t afford to mend my other slips and had to make do with pink slips under green outfits. Then there was the pink slip. Mine. Again. Umm…well let’s just say, I’m a full time home-maker now. The R-word…hmmph.  The temperature of the aforementioned hot w. in the s. made itself conspicuous by its absence. The shoes were the first to announce to the world about my general broke-ness (it’s hard to not notice when you have duct tape running the length of your heels). And when you can’t pay the bills, you will invariably end up arriving at evening parties with nightmarish make-up, courtesy the electricity department’s gift, darkness. Also, there was the troubling fact that the house maid pink-slipped herself because she didn’t think it wise to remain employed by an unemployed me.

Anyway, it’s been hard as it is to go on this way. But well, I pretty much lost it today. I couldn’t take it anymore, see? The pulse quickened and the spine chilled. None of that cool-intellect- and-calmness-of-the-mind business: The bank balance. I still remember math class in school, when Mr. V. Bhupati would say something about the ‘absolute’ zero and I would quietly chuckle inward about how zero would still be zero with or without Mr. V. Bhupati’s absoluteness. However, no chuckle escaped my lips now. Whither the courage of the heart and the steely nature of the soul? Zero had decided that it did indeed need a first name. Absolute. Absolutely. Broke. Me.

There was nothing for it now. I gave up everything in life. Little luxuries, or well, maybe big. Something had to be done and it had to be done quick. I invested all that I could from the A. Zero and set up my own business. I made a lot of money and then lived happily after. FYI, about my business… I manufacture pink paper. For pink slips.

 

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I’m unemployed. But that isn’t because i was slipped a pink slip :)…However, if i do decide to get a job in the near future i would love to have all your support…you can read about it here.

sale…sab naya hai!

Posted: September 26, 2008 in random
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hey all….introductory today i guess…. 

first off…

something about me…

I’m SK doing my 5th sem in comp sc. engg, India… i’m a really very enegetic person who would love to be involved in everything around me…i really wanna feel like at the end of the day i’ve done something worthwhile…that “mere hone se koi bigdtha kaam sudhar gaya”…

allrighty…today ke liye…THE END