dexter the prankster

ok i guess i have already written loadz bout him .. but cant help it man.. his antics warrant a reaction always from me..

well call me names.. but then i totally spoil him and love to brag bout his histrionics like a proud mama...

he has off late started drinking water from bottle !!
not kidding .. find the proof..



he will always sit or lie beside the person praying
ma would always yell at him to go .. so would baba n baban.. yet he will not budge..
(i am not so much spiritually evolved so ... i dont pray the conventional way like the rest of my family)
but looks like dexter too is a spiritually evolved soul !!

he loves Vanilla ice cream !!
very particular .. wont eat strawberry or chocolate .. thank god.. i love chocolate ice cream !! he is so possessive bout vanilla ice cream that baban (my bro) has to hide it from it and eat else dexy would make real angry faces !!
i, me and my ice cream !!

he gives the warmest of kisses !!
he would lick you crazy and the day he decides he needs to shower his love (literally shower !!!!) the drool would make you go crazy .. n den he would tickle your ears..btw this kinda love is only reserved for me and baban
puppy love eh !!


he loves it when i and bro fight
he would come running the moment he hears us fight and would jump with joy !! we looking at him so excited hlf the time forget why we were fighting !!
maybe we should send him to peace squad

medicine gives him fever
i am the person who ensures he gulps down (literally) his medicines.. he is so smart, the 1st time i get the medicine .. he smells it .. after that .. he runs below the dining table (his haven) and wont budge.. so i have to drag him out ..
literally do the song and dance to make him live ...

code word !!
he hates to go for a shower .. we have to use code words in order to ensure he takes his shower .. we use code words to signal each other so that we are all set to drag him for his shower.. after the shower he dance is hilarious..
whitey whitey dexy does the jive !!

Dexter shakehand..
we had many trainers to train dexter .. but am happy no one was successful.. its like having a butler .. he would do what you ask him.. dexter is spoiled but he has a very good sense of well being.. he will never hurt anyone .. he never gets angry .. well the only training he accepted was of shake hand.. if you say "dexter shake hands"... he would lift his paw.. whenever he does it my baba is all proud .. he would make him practise it regularly in case he forgets it

the emotional atyachaar
i am da laziest person in my family .. that is one thing that my whole family whole heartedly will agree.. the only one who can make me dance is dexter.. he would look with his large helpless eyes at me at odd hours .. and i would do whatever he wants me to do.. play with sponge balls, go out for a walk.. cuddle him ..only one i share my chocolate with... whatever he wants ...
his wish is my command !!

guilty my lord..
he is so awesome that when he knows he has done something wrong he will wait for the whack with his head bowed down.. and of course no one can whack him then .. all he gets is hugs... but when he aint guilty and ma yells at him just fo the heck... he will give her "here she goes on her trip again".. ha ha ha

holla ladies !!
i am still baffled at this one.. whenever he sees good looking women .. of any species .. he goes on "auto drool on" mode and i would have to literally drag him off...

shake your booty
he too loves to grove .. whenever me and bro do the sambha .. he will get all excited and do his doggy moves ....

snuggle snuggle..
in winters he loves to be tucked in his blanket and pillow .. its so cute .. no one would ever think he aint da devil incarnate ..


well i think whoever has a pet at home will understand these sentiments.. but he really rocks my family's lil world.. thank god for him !!

vote for da change

I had written on my orkut profile “vote for da change”

the reply I got from a friend of mine was “kheda change?” .. meaning “what (kind) change?”

I guess this attitude towards election is synonymous in youths today. We dont like whats happening around us, we dont think much will change and hence we dont contribute to any change but then we complain about it to persons who cannot do much about it.

True not one individual can change the world and it is also true we would n't for sure know if he / she can until we try.

But that was more philosophically speaking but practically speaking we can do one thing that would be the easiest thing for us to do but would play a critical part for change is To Cast Our Vote.



If you feel that none of them deserve your vote then please go ahead and get your vote discarded so that nobody gets to use that vote. If all of us take this small step then maybe the change would be nearer than we expect.

The election turn out this year as compared to previous years in most states was lower.

That is really a worrying issue as we with the biggest youth power in the world are not using our democratic right then the future for sure will be gloomy and then we would really not have anyone to blame.

We called for it !!




So please Vote for Change..

Ladies .. do it for John Ibrahim .. he says its sexy and flaunt it ...

Guys .. the ladies like it ... so go ahead and get that dot to impress that hot chick ..

bloggotherapy !!

my entire family makes fun of my new habit of writing a blog post to express what i feel. I threaten them and also my buddies not to mess with me as the could get their dues on my blog .. i am a firm believer of "dont (only) get mad .. get even !!"

gags apart, i really feel good after expressing what i feel on my blog posts.. it has really become like a therapy for me .. you know once what is making me upset is out there in the post .. it is out of my system and i start feeling better and whatever makes me happy when shared here.. makes the happy feeling last longer and brings a smile to who ever reads it ... (even though its only me who reads it often !!)

so i thought eureka i coined a new word "Bloggotherapy" (i like other marketing professionals have this passion to be the originator of new terminologies)

my bubble was really short lived.. it was already taken .. google can be brutal sometimes...

anyways but i really feel by writing what is bothering us, most of the time helps us to separate the facts from our perception and then helps us see things in a rational manner and then find a solution to our problems..

many a times it might just help to get it out of our system and some other times helps us to take it lightly as someone reading what you have written shares her or his point of view which makes your problem evaporate

i earlier would use retail therapy but my pocket needed another therapy sessions so now bloggotherapy it is .. free of cost ... full of fun.. get new perspective and win new friends.. truly a win win situation .. yipppeee

so happy blogging and bye to sulking !!

who let these dogs out part II

Today I read this interesting article by Aseem Chhabra in Mumbai Mirror on the Slumdog millionaire girl Rubina. His reply to the comment made by his American friend made me smile while reading the paper (which now a days is a rare event !!)


Well his reply to his friend’s comment on news of Rubinas father selling her

Quote
Friend “ Hey what are your country men doing? They are selling their daughters?”

The Reply “Hey what’s the difference between this situation and Macaulay Culkin’s (the cute monster of Home alone 1,2 &3 who stole our hearts) parents pushing their young kids to become actors. Some people believe they sold their children’s youth to film producers.”

Way to go !!

So here we go still go on with Slum Dog Millionaire

And still most advocates of SDM will say we got recognition world wide…

again my qs as what ??

as a poor country filled with crazy people who would do any thing for money ??

again doing any thing for money as proved above is a universal phenomenon !!!

please explain how did India get fame in here ??????????????

Intelligence = number munching ?????

i got riled at a friend of mine who was surprised at something i could figure out that he dint.

that really got me thinking.. its not just my self obsessed cocky friend but many others who think intelligence can be defined at the rate at which you can add few numbers, solve a mathematical equation or play with some electronic gadgets !!

When I was in school, the healthy competition amongst kid was good fun. But the term genius would be always given to the one with 100/100 in Maths. I would always wonder why ?

my father would come especially to check my maths paper (which was something i still shudder thinking) and would yell at me for making silly mistakes in my Maths paper alone !!! He too came from the school of thoughts "if you aint good at maths you aint good at all !!"

so the tradition continued with my bro too who is 7 yrs younger.. but i had an edge there .. i had by then figured out a new way of judging intelligence.. for me comprehending ideas, understanding and using the nuances of language was passion and so i made that my own parameter.. so my bro was in for a double whammy .. me and baba..

but then i realized that was real unfair, he was great at arts and the best part about his drawings was you could not make head nor tail about what he is drawing untill he completed 75 % of it.

i started looking at him for what he was.. he definitely was intelligent and in a very different sort of way from me or baba..

there would be n number of egs where the person may not be good at maths or science but would be great at people's skill, awesome at organizing things or projects, creative with real out of the box ideas or persistent with whatever he / she does and comes up with a new way to do it or diffuse situation which would gain momentum that would put taliban to shame...

i have always drawn inspiration from Richard Branson.. his books always make you feel .. if he can so can you.. that man is one of my favorite eg of brilliance, dare devil cum brave heart, Casanova, on your face .. like it or leave it but cant ignore it ..maverick

well i could go on ranting about him.. neways the point i was trying to make.. i wonder how fast does he counts numbers and how good is he with equation..

another eg is mallika sherawat.. i really admire her marketing acumen.. There are many actors with better assets, much prettier face and truck loads of acting ability but she ensured she hogged the lime light..not only in Bollywood but also in Hollywood..



i think those who believe in "Intelligence = Number crunching" are looking for Instant Gratification in many cases...

they want to prove to themselves and others (not necessarily in that order) that they are more intelligent than others in the only way they know... number crunching .. and their complex brain makes them believe that is the best way of quantifying something as abstract as intelligence..

I googled “Intelligence” and here is what I got

Alfred Binet
Judgment, otherwise called good sense, practical sense, initiative, the faculty of adapting one's self to circumstances...auto-critique.

David Wechsler
The aggregate or global capacity of the individual to act purposefully, to think rationally, and to deal effectively with his environment.

Cyril Burt
Innate general cognitive ability

Linda Gottfredson
The ability to deal with cognitive complexity

Sternberg & Salter
Goal-directed adaptive behavior


Too many jargons??

Try this one ..

Intelligence is an umbrella term used to describe a property of the mind that encompasses many related abilities, such as the capacities to reason, to plan, to solve problems, to think abstractly, to comprehend ideas, to use language, and to learn. There are several ways to define intelligence. In some cases, intelligence may include traits such as creativity, personality, character, knowledge, or wisdom. However, most psychologists prefer not to include these traits in the definition of intelligence.

To add to this what research found that People with High IQ (Intelligence Quotient – the parameter used to quantify intelligence) were not always successful in life.. that lead to the invention of EQ (Emotional Quotient) which states that “the ability to monitor one's own and others' feelings and emotions, to discriminate among them and to use this information to guide one's thinking and actions.”

Its been said that it is so complex that new defs and modification are being constantly made in this field ..

For those who are more interested, read up
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotional_intelligence


So my point being .. those with higher EQ its time to rise and shine and show the world what you got baby…

Don’t get bullied by the number bully .. their rein is short lived… show them who the warrior of the long battle really is !!!

And those with higher IQ, go on .. have fun till the sun shines on you .. oh.. the sun already hid under the clouds now eh !!!!





PS interesting books by Richard Branson which are a must read for anyone who dreams big and also for those who have n’t dreamt yet ..

* Loosing my Virginity
* Screw it lets do it
( guys you will be disappointed if you looking for porn in these two books !!)
* Business stripped bare
(na not here too !!!)

During my search online for origin of EQ i ran into this interesting piece as well

http://www.shvoong.com/exact-sciences/1747812-eq-success/

hunt for the silver lining

Yesterday was an eventful day for me.

My Ma wakes me up in the morning to tell me to be very careful as she the whole night had seen bad dreams about me. I usually am a believer of omens but was so busy with work that I totally forgot about this.

In the evening when I come home I find my wallet missing. In my case my wallet contains all my credit cards, debit cards, driver's license and club membership cards. Whats even best I dint have the credit nor debit card numbers with me.

So there starts a series of phone calls to block all credit and debit cards. My experience with HSBC was one to leave such a bitter taste that I am off that bank. Not only do they go on repeating N raise to infinity number of times that the bank is not responsible in terms of loss but also hassle in terms of procedure for blocking. They spend time reconfirming that I have lost the card and repeating everything I had just confirmed for records.

I spend some 18 minutes to block my card and was dreading what lay ahead.

Well as they say after bitter is sweet, so thats what was my experience with ICICI, Manhattan and Citibank. All of them taken together dint take 18 minutes and we are talking of credit and debit cards with these banks. In fact at the end of the call the way each of these Customer care execs expressed their sorry was really touching. I felt it was like a buddy saying she really can understand how miserable I must be feeling.

When in agony if a bank adds on to my woe instead of helping a customer then they really need a 360 deg look into their approach. When in a Service sector the customer comes first in todays world. I did send in a stinker mail to HSBC and I really dont care for a response as once an experience goes bitter during time of need then the trust is totally gone.

And that is one thing (trust) once broken can never be repaired with Time nor efforts. The band aid marks will always remind you of the harm done.

I then started hunting for the silver lining in my cloud.. that was the only way i could cheer myself up..

The silver lining to my cloud : I could block all my cards and learned my lesson the hard way .. never carry all your cards and keep a xerox of all your cards. lucky to have friend to rely on during distress and family that just by being there helps.

But God you could have said this to me in a kinder way for eg hiding my wallet somewhere and then give it back to me ..simple na.. you too like to get in to who is the boss mode.

a lil bit of Pinocchio inside

A lie is an integral part of everybody's life.

Someone who denies this fact is once again reinforcing this statement !!

Thesaurus defines lie as prevarication / untruth / falsehood. When you say lie it mostly sounds harmless but when you delve into the meaning suddenly it seems a sinister demon. Some lies are of no importance.. some change our lives and yet others bring in a tangy twist in our lives. Some leave us speechless and some let the gossip mills running defying that fact that light travels faster than sound !!

We all lie for various reasons and whats more interesting is how we justify our lies. Below are some classic types of lies am sure most of us have used some or all.

“ Dont want to hurt his / her feelings” lie
GF / BF / Spouse to their partners
“Na you dont look fat / ugly / gaudy in that dress”
(baby that you look by default !!)

“Save your ass” lie
kid to mother
“ No mother I did not eat any chocolate”.
And then you muse philosophically, licking off the chocolate from your mouth, if your ma has connections with Sherlock Holmes when she spanks you !!

“Screw Him / Her / Them” lie
Pointing fingers at enemy / enemies with dramatic yelling with loathsome expressions
“He / She / They did it”
without having any clue whats all this about

“Lets humor this hot lier” lie
Hot Blond in the bar says “ I can jump off the 1st floor without hurting myself.”
Geek replies “ Oh my are you super girl in disguise, tell me more about you in my car, am all ears.”

“Utterly Buttering” lie
this is used mainly on Bosses (works for all kinds of bosses with equal effective rate be it home or office)
“Sir / Madam you have an amazing personality.”
I am amazed they still keep you here instead of museum

“ Topi Pehenao” lie (Pull a hat lie)
all marketing professionals (barring me !!) use this.. another lie
“ My product is the best” (only under test conditions !!!)
Well one is the hot favs with most politicians

“I mean the opposite” lie
Juliet to Romeo
“ Please dont follow me.”
Please follow me and proclaim to me and the entire world how much you love me
Very dangerous one. Cause for many unpleasant experiences.

“Shine maro”lie also known as “Dilli wala” lie
Girl to her friend
“ These Gucci glasses are from the limited edition.”
Sure buddy, Gucci of chandnichowk aint got them many

“JLT” lie (Lie Just Like that)
this one is used by Obsessive Compulsive Liar who does n't need a reason to lie

“Bully” lie
mother to child “ Souja beta varna gabbar aa jayega”
“Child go to sleep or else the Green witch will come”
need I explain more !!

quite a list eh ?

Some people carry off lies better than facts. It must take a lot of self confidence or sheer cockiness to do it. Or may be its the years of practice that they invested in now shows excellent results. Some are so bad at it that they realize its better to shut up than lie. Some use lie to make their life bearable and some use it to add drama to their lives and yet others to cut the drama out.

But then what is life without a little bit of lie.. boring !! so add the spice of lie with moderation like tadka in bland dal.

nothing has really changed !!

well today's paper really ,made me think this!! two women committed suicide as they were harassed by hubby and in laws for having girl child.

We are talking of going and staying in moon in one breadth and in that same breadth we talk about boys ensuring the generation continues ?

What surprises me more is not the man's attitude but that of woman. A woman can alone understand a woman best and she always ensures that she is a cause of misery for woman. I thought maybe a broader outlook towards life by staying in a cosmopolitan environment will change their perceptions. Education will bring in enlightenment. But these two incidences took place in Bombay the so called New York of India. What can be a bigger shallow gag than this one?

And if its not something as extreme as this, woman as a sibling always goes through gender bias at home where she looks for strength.. for self worth .. for courage to face the outer world. Why are n't mothers more atuned to the needs of her girl child than boy. Why even today woman have to make the sacrifice for the man ? Why even today woman who have to work after marriage have to come home and be the one to cook in most cases ?

And am talking about only cities in this case. These moms and mon -in laws would wear versace and gucci and yet have the mentality of their grandmom's


What really is alarming that the so called today's generation is not much different from the generation before give a few brownie points. They hold on to the same taboos and mis conceptions.

Well I hope the generation that comes by in the next 10 years is more liberated and dont carry the baggages of their parents. With more western influences doing their good in many ways and we with our perchant love to ape them might bring in some positive changes in our attitude towards girl child.

Sweet and Sour ketchup of life .. its different

I always wondered when I ate sweet and sour tomato ketchup that how can it be both sweet and sour. (Now wait a minute! Do we Eat or Drink ketchup.. Brilliant question.. Can be really taken up for research.. any takers there ??)

Well I guess best eg of sweet and sour is life. Some days are so plain and boring and then out of no where we experience something unique that makes life all spiced up. And I guess its the surprise package called experiences that makes all the difference !!

Some really funny and some no so funny experience I can term as sweet and sour sauce are down here

once while crossing the road as a school kid, a small girl from no where came and caught hold of my hand and asked me to help her cross the road.. (Sweet) after I did she just vanished I was wondering was she really there in the first place. She was very pretty just like a baby doll I had then.

What did I expect a 5 year old to do anyways ? (Sour)
So here the strange bit was my expectation for a thank you

another one was really funny one about putting my foot in my mouth.. giving you the latest eg as I have a Phd in that one

I was at a friends engagement ceremony and I was with sitting with a girl I met there and the photographer was making the couple take 1970's poses so I told the girl “these oldies shouldn't be in the photographing professional as they really make them take antic silent movie poses.” and she goes “ he is my uncle” (Sour) and I was like,” ya true old is gold.” (Sweet)

what was I thinking man...


once during my mba days I realised the sheer joy of bunking lectures. I took to it more seriously than religion (na in my case wwe as I am not into religion). We had a mid term exam in the 3rd lecture and I just had to bunk the 2 lectures prior to that as a new formed norm. Jigs and I reached the lecture hall bang on time (read 10 mins prior to 3 lecture) and we were shocked as the entire class is writing mid term exams and grinning at us (very bad manners !!) and we are the only (over) smart asses outside. (very Sour) As we both were not good at cooking up tales we meekly requested to be forgiven, our teacher was generous enough to give us 20 mins extra to finish the mid term paper. (sweet) and that was the fastest I had ever written a paper!! Schumacher you have competition here on paper !!

then onwards we were reformed. We would stay outside the class and bunk lectures the day there were mid term exams.


I was in Loretto Convent school till 3rd grade which allowed boys up till 4th grade so we had only 7 boys in our class of 37. we would make strategies to torture the boys and made their lives literally living hell. (Very Sweet) But as they say life is full of circles. In 3rd grade we moved to Vashi and went to Fr Agnel school which had co education. All of a sudden my life became a nightmare. In our class of 60 there were only 20 girls. Boys not only out numbered us badly I then learned a bitter truth about them they ace as bullies. My exploits as a bully that I was so proud of them then, dint even qualify as amateur in front of these pros. (Sour)

I was like a scared puppy in this mean mean world of bulldogs. But soon we had a girl gang and we took our revenge by studying better and becoming monitors. Ya the world is gol and har paap ka double role. So now you know who would be kneeling outside the class every day. (Sweet again)

My mom would buy sweets and hide them in the fridge. I really never understood her hiding place. Anyways and I would always as a child find it out too easy and then hide them in the best place where ma could not see but dont know how she would always know that its in there.. my stomach.

After being repeatedly whacked real hard by ma I decided I needed to outsmart her. So I nibbled the gulab jamuns and turned them upside down .. meaning the nibbled side down. (Yummy Sweet) Guests came over and were served nibbled gulab jamuns by me. All of a sudden I decided to become the angel daughter and hostess. But little did I know when the guests picked up their gulab jamuns they could see the nibbled portion and none of them ate it. I was even more happy. All the gulab jamuns are mine.

My happiness was short lived. Their kid had a bigger mouth than other parts of his anatomy. He very innocently asked my ma, did the mouse in the house nibble some part of his gulab jamun. That was it .. I not only had to apologize to all the people there I received a whacking that still has left scars in my soul (ya its a bit filmy so what). (Still very sour) But the kid with a bigger mouth than rest of his anatomy was not left either without a scar. We played dark room the next day at his place and I and my gang hit the shit out of him during the game. (How sweet wont you agree )


Well these are the ones I can remember as of now.. will be updating this one as I remember more incidences

random acts of kindness

today i was really touched by the auto driver in bangalore.. i was in a rush to reach the airport and dinno where the bus stand to the airport was, this auto driver took me there with lots of consultation and waited till i got a bus so that i boarded the right bus.

so many times total strangers or people who otherwise seem to be not too kind touch our lives with acts of kindness..

there is this old aunty in our housing block who is really annoying most of the times with no regards to other people's time so usually steer clear of her way when she comes home but one day what she told me changed my attitude towards her, she said she keeps water in bowls outside her window so that the birds can drink that water since it is so hot outside.. later i read an article on the effect of the summer blast this year on animals, the writer suggested the same thing in order to care for the birds. it was so thoughtful of her. ma and i too decided to do the same. now she has gone to her son's house, so the birds have a new water joint.

thoughtfulness always makes the world a better place

one of my family friend adopted a street dog that had a leg less so that she could take care of him. her love for the dog, he is called "leet" , now don't ask me why, is very touching. he is her bundle of joy and even though she herself is sick because of diabetic complications, she goes all the way to take uttermost care of him..leet is old now and has a lot of diseases because of his age. yet to her he is the most beautiful baby ever.

its not one of act of kindness.. its years of responsibility


once i was in chennai airport and my friend came there to see me off as we couldn't meet during my stay in there. we met after long and had lots to catch up on but then an old gentleman comes up to us and asks us directions to a place in the city.. my friend tried directing him but on realizing that the man is unable to understand, we called his son up to pick him up.. but the son said he is busy at work and the old man would have to wait there untill he was done.. my friend readily agreed to drop him home.. the smile on the old man's face still warms my heart and made me feel proud of my friend. we couldn't catch up with each other after that but he did ensure someone was safe and sound.

smile is the most precious gift one can give

once i and my friend were just about to dig in our chocolate cone ice cream during an hot summer day, two small kids came running to us begging.. usually i don't entertain child beggars but that day was so hot so we both gave away our ice creams .. the smile and the fun way these kids relished the ice cream is still very green in my memory..

joy given others brings in greater joy..

there are so many instances where in an elder animal acts as surrogate mother to a baby of different species.. i use to collect these pics they would give in the paper.. they remind me of life is beautiful.

these random acts of kindness done by stranger to stranger forms an unforgettable bonds which binds the universe. reminds us that our lives are inter connected.. be it humans, animals, plants..

a touch .. a smile.. a gesture.. a shoulder .. a hand.. a ear.. is all it takes to make a little difference in this otherwise senseless.. selfish.. insensitive.. cruel world..

and thank god that so many creatures do go all out and really make this world a better place to live with their selfless acts of kindness..



Just to add on to this .. one of my friend was reading this post and then told me that he keeps buckets of water outside his shop for cows and dogs along with birds to drink

i am again touched by this thoughtful gesture

ok virain now you can send me the choco box you promised for writing you name in my blog and making u world famous in India :D

death .. journey or destination ?

i was in bangalore for a couple of days, well bangaluru now.. and one day i see a band playing with lot of zest .. i thought another wedding procession, then i c a palki adorned with beautiful yellow flowers, and i search for the bride thinking its a palki carrying the bride, how it use to happen centuries ago in bengal, i am surprised to see a dead body of an old man being carried with so much grandeur.

my coworker told me that in Karnataka they celebrate death as it is the beginning of the new journey towards heaven.. that got me thinking

i have n't looked at death in this manner, it always meant the end to me. final destination in the journey of life. i have experienced the pain of death like anybody else,seen different kind of deaths at close quarters, old age, accidental, suicidal, but even now thinking of all the loss does leave a dull ache in my heart.

i was reading about this 11 year old suicide bomber who believes by dieing as a jhehadi he would go to heaven with 70 virgins.

its a "just for your information " thing. no comments on that !!

there are so many amusing and ridiculous theories surrounding death .. i always fear my days with dexter are numbered.. one day a co worker told me that dog's life is blessed as they become humans after dog's life.. sure buddy.. i agree dog's life is blessed but that doesn't include the becomming human after death part!!

then there is the belief of rebirth which i find fascinating as some people have experienced that in real .. but it is so over rated in India or is it just bengali's that do it am not too sure.. when my grand parents died, any birth in our family was considered their rebirth, doesn't matter if its after few years of their death. the most popular theory of rebirth states that rebirth happens instantly not after years.

the fascination man has with future really boggles me. we ponder and build theories about the future which is as uncertain as sensex and of no consequence today that we totally loose focus and importance of what today holds for us. today is what will make the tomorrow and why bother about the future when there is so much not done today.

well death is the last truth of life and however painful it is .. there is no respite from it ..and what happens after death no body alive really knows for sure.. so i now shove the thought of death away and dig on the lindt lying alone and lonely in the frig.. i am the rescue ranger

mr right..No contenders

someone asked me what i felt bout romantic love and that really got me thinking on it... and here is what i think..

till date my ideal man is Raj from DDLJ. i think he represents what most woman want in a life partner..

He might flirt with other hot chicks in the world but only YOU are the Only Hot chick that matters the world to him

He would think of me as a hot chick even if of how i look or however big a pain i am to be with sometimes (but that is pre the brain surgery !!)

He would make me laugh through my tears and make me cry out of happiness

He would know what to say to make my weak at knees and yet i would know he really means every word of it

He would bear me through the bouts of PMS or anything that makes me behave like a nut at times

He would show me the right path when i falter and be there to support me when its difficult to follow it

He would know what i am thinking or feeling even before i tell him a word..

He might forget dates like birthday but would make me feel special in many ways each day

He would win over my parents irrespective of the degree of their some times irrational behavior

He would make my world rock and make me feel complete and grow old in the company of his warmth and ready to take on together whatever the future holds..


daz my mr right .. no contenders though ..

only one chance to make a beginning

usually i hate to travel by train as it brings the view of poverty notch closer than i have to bear anyways..

unfortunately today i couldn't give the train a miss. i met this old punjabi lady who was selling bags, she was suffering from Alzheimer and was very feeble.. the aura she had around herself was royal.. she didn't want our sympathy nor our empathy, like the little boys and girls she too was selling her ware. she couldn't scream out marketing slogans highlighting the usp of her bags but there was something about her that made everyone take notice of her. i guess it was her persona that took me by awe.

usually i don't dig into others business but i had this huge urge to talk to her..to know her.. maybe that was because she resembled my grand ma or maybe she looked so royal or maybe coz i saw a connection which to explain via words is not possible for me..

by the time the internal debate bout approaching her had reached its conclusion, she got down from the train.. and i am left only with the bags i bought from her to remind me of her..

we get only one chance to make a beginning.. if we don't grab it with both hands we will never get it back.. i do feel disappointed that i could not get to talk to her.. will never get to know her..

actually this has happened quite a few times with me.. and i guess it does happen to all of us sometimes..you meet someone and there is this instant connect, this bond which is invisible or you exchange words over the phone with someone or chat up some one on the internet and you feel that person is so much in ease with you and vise verse

but many a times we loose out opportunity to make something substantial out of it because of the internal debate whether we should be friend a stranger .. maybe its from our experience with people we know.. who have been a part of our lives .. and whom we have helped and comforted in all the ways we know.. have all of a sudden have abandoned us. that feeling of hurt.. betrayal.. has had such a deep impact on our minds.. hearts and soul that today we do not want to get into something new and then go through the same cycle of knowing.. caring.. loving.. trusting and then getting betrayed by them ..

we are weary .. with a very solid reason to trust someone new..

But then what a life will it be if we sit on the fence and not try new things.. life will pass by us and we will stand by all alone definitely Unhappy...

So true .. only one chance to make a beginning .. need to grab it.. may be it will be the key to future happiness or may frizzle out of our lives.. but atleast an attempt to make our life more happy is made in the process.

the adult in every child..

Dexter is my 4 yr old bundle of joy in the form of a beige Labrador, he weighs about 45 kg and is about 5 feet in length, so his vital stats dominate people's perception about his nature. Most of them think he is just waiting to pounce on every unsuspecting human on the street. And the anticipation on their face when they see Dexter and sigh of relief after he passes them by with a “ too high to bother looking at you” attitude, both are real comic.

I am into this new game called “ Guess the adult in me”
The game is real simple, I guess what kind of adults will the little kids who come in contact with Dexter and me during our evening walks will turn out to be, based on their reaction to Dexter.



FaRts



There are these little ones who will start to whale the moment they see Dexter some 30 meters away, seeing their expressions I am worried it might just frighten Dexter away. These are the “Whiners” or the “Drama Queens” of tomorrow. They are the ones who will fabricate innovative reasons for cribbing and will ensure that their audience not only agrees with them but also goes back feeling the world is a horrible place. Once their job with you is done, they will move to their next target. The admirable thing about them is they always pull in a crowd of sympathizers, how ever short lived but they do pull in a crowd. These people are best when you want important news spread around.

I call them “Farts”, they create an unhealthy environment where ever they go, they don't have substance and unfortunately spring up faithfully at an in opportune time, when you already low or embarrassed because of something else.

Fuski boMbs



Then there are these kids who will fake bravery to just prove a point to their peers, come near Dexter and shout his name, the moment Dexter so much as glances at them, they will run as though their rear end has caught fire. These are the “Wanna bes”. They want to be the Diva and Dudes of any social gathering, they want to be heard and looked up but only problem is they seldom have substance. They will go great lengths though to prove otherwise and mostly end up making a fool of themselves. Yet the admirable thing about them is they don't take failure to heart inspite of it being their constant partner.

I call them “Fuski bombs” or if you should have it all in english its “Faulty bombs” well that takes the tang out of the expression.. they show a great promise, deliver nothing. Quite simple.

CoConuts





The next lot is of kids who see Dexter, want to befriend him but are scared looking at his stats, after all size does matter. These are the “No non sense” types. They wont prevent bravery when they are scared, they will say no to a task they cant do. They are very self aware and work towards strengthening their weakness and building on to their strength. I have noticed that with time, these kids get over their fear of Dexter as it is based on just the superficial basis of size, they slowly come closer to Dexter and within days want to even play with him. Dexter being his royal highness only chases the female in any species.

I call them “coconuts”, though they may not look very promising from their external appearance, they are real beautiful inside, have a lot of depth and know how to utilize their strengths and turn weaknesses into power. Like each part of coconut serves a purpose, these also find a way around everything but take their time.

MoBile







Then there are those “Extroverts” who are the soul of every party, or activity they participate in. These kids will run up to Dexter, baffle me with their pandora of questions and follow Dexter around like loyal guards of the king. I get a bit worked up with them following us as I wouldn't want their parents to blame me when these kids trouble their parents up for wanting a pet at home. And these kids are the persistent types like Dexter, come hell or high water, they will ensure that they get what they want. These are the ones who thrive on challenge, the go getters who ensure they get it all.

I call them “ mobiles” , they are fully loaded, communicate well, efficient, deliver what they say and are multi tasking with equal efficiency.

PS: Labs now have a new address, thanks to Dexter, now I see so many labs around my house that I am scared that those glares I receive from Dog haters will soon upgrade from non vocal communication to vocal communication and next physical communication.. as the pooh and pee population around the locality is increasing. I agree that the sight and the smell is anything but appealing but then when was life fair? For a change it is being unfair favoring me. :)