Here' another poem I wrote today. It talks about a little rabbit who has many friends...my so called gift to 3 and 4 year olds :)
My little rabbit is cute and nice,
She must be made of sugar and spice.
She loves to drink lemonade on ice,
And eats her vegetables in a trice!
Her friends are cute little sparrows and mice
And squirrels and lambs who are just as nice.
My little rabbit is kind and wise,
I think she's an angel in disguise!
Jul 2, 2010
Jun 7, 2010
Kaw. Kaw. We have been hired as your friggin alarm!
Dratted crows.
Lately, I have been up at what seems like the crack of dawn. I know we should live by the saying, Early to bed, early to blaah blaah, but that doesn't work for me. And 6 am is not early to rise, it is bloody midnight for me. It just leaves me cranky and sleep deprived all day, making my mood swings worse than a pregnant woman. All this because a lovey dovey crow couple just got married and decided to start their new home on MY window.
They moved in on a Sunday morning. Sunday. My sacred day. The day I spend being lazy. The day I refuse to get up before 10 am. And my new freeloading tenants woke me up at 6:30 am. It wasn't too bright when I woke up, and for a moment, I thought it was just a bad dream. But the voices got louder, and before you know it I was having a full fledged argument with the crows. I questioned the legality of their actions, but the scrawny you-know-whats continued to throw rubbish on my window. Which was quite unfortunate, as my sister's bed is right next to the window and the otherwise spick and span bed now looks worse than a rotting dumpster. After 15 minutes of swearing in multiple languages asking them to leave my window alone, the fight got violent. They brought in reinforcements.
Two more crows joined the home making activity. By now, I was totally losing it. I got out of my bed, picked up my shoe and flung it at the window. Viola! They flew away! I had won the first round of this ferocious battle! Little did I know that there was more to come...
They left me alone on Sunday. By Sunday night, I was sure those pesky paupers wouldn't return.However, Monday morning arrived. My dreadful week begun with a consistent tap tap on my window and loud kaw kaws, like the crows were jammin' on my window. And then on, we established a pattern. I would hurl a shoe at the window ( I kept a few pairs by my bedside, just so I wouldn't run out of battle Armour) and they would make sure I woke up an hour before my alarm rang. I left them all all morning, so they could dump all the garbage of the world on my window. And every evening, I destroyed the garbage palace. After a week of tough battles and creatively violent abuses (from me and the crow family), they caved in. They finally gave up the idea.My room is now crow-nest free and silent again. The shoes still lie beside my bed. You know, just in case...
Lately, I have been up at what seems like the crack of dawn. I know we should live by the saying, Early to bed, early to blaah blaah, but that doesn't work for me. And 6 am is not early to rise, it is bloody midnight for me. It just leaves me cranky and sleep deprived all day, making my mood swings worse than a pregnant woman. All this because a lovey dovey crow couple just got married and decided to start their new home on MY window.
They moved in on a Sunday morning. Sunday. My sacred day. The day I spend being lazy. The day I refuse to get up before 10 am. And my new freeloading tenants woke me up at 6:30 am. It wasn't too bright when I woke up, and for a moment, I thought it was just a bad dream. But the voices got louder, and before you know it I was having a full fledged argument with the crows. I questioned the legality of their actions, but the scrawny you-know-whats continued to throw rubbish on my window. Which was quite unfortunate, as my sister's bed is right next to the window and the otherwise spick and span bed now looks worse than a rotting dumpster. After 15 minutes of swearing in multiple languages asking them to leave my window alone, the fight got violent. They brought in reinforcements.
Two more crows joined the home making activity. By now, I was totally losing it. I got out of my bed, picked up my shoe and flung it at the window. Viola! They flew away! I had won the first round of this ferocious battle! Little did I know that there was more to come...
They left me alone on Sunday. By Sunday night, I was sure those pesky paupers wouldn't return.However, Monday morning arrived. My dreadful week begun with a consistent tap tap on my window and loud kaw kaws, like the crows were jammin' on my window. And then on, we established a pattern. I would hurl a shoe at the window ( I kept a few pairs by my bedside, just so I wouldn't run out of battle Armour) and they would make sure I woke up an hour before my alarm rang. I left them all all morning, so they could dump all the garbage of the world on my window. And every evening, I destroyed the garbage palace. After a week of tough battles and creatively violent abuses (from me and the crow family), they caved in. They finally gave up the idea.My room is now crow-nest free and silent again. The shoes still lie beside my bed. You know, just in case...
Mar 30, 2010
If only...
Yes people, it's time for me to rant again. It's been really hectic for me lately, as the dreaded cookbook came back to me again (seems like the damn book and I are inseparable) and it was just an addition to the ever increasing pile of work waiting for me. Call me paranoid, but I actually dread going to bed at nights because I feel a manuscript might jump out from under it and scream 'I found you! Let's work now!' I shudder at the very thought. Now, I'm going to try my best not to bring up the cookbook, but forgive me if I do, it has somehow made itself an extremely significant part of my existence.
As far as work goes, I have yet to see the light at the end of this dark, never-ending tunnel. Some of the projects can be fun, but the fun factor only helps to a certain extent.Quite often the fun gets into a massive battle with deadlines and rework, and before you know it, the fun factor has lost the battle. By the end of the day, I feel so brain dead, its a wonder I manage to find my way home.
A few years ago, when I was in college, I cam across the famous lines, 'What is this life if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare'. Naive as I was at that time, I never thought I wouldn't have time to stop and appreciate the better things in life. I never thought I would be this slave driven, that I would give up the freedom I so dearly cherished for a monotonous life ruled by deadlines and deliverables. When I was in college, I promised myself I would never take on a dull and boring 9 to 5 job. I somewhat kept the promise. Its a 9 to whenever you get done job that may not contain too many exciting moments and now it has become a way of life. No more exploring the streets, sitting by the seaside and watching the sunset, long walks and nights where we just stayed up and talked about irrelevant things. Staying up is not an option any longer unless you're losing sleep by stressing about work, and leisurely strolls fall under the category of wishful thinking. There's no weekend to enjoy, there's just a Sunday, the day where you rest well for the next week. No longer do I spend my Sundays at the movies, or loitering aimlessly on the streets of Colaba. Wasting hours at Cafe Leopold's is now just a memory dying to be revisited. Sitting at Marine Drive and watching the sunset as the waves lick the shore is merely wishful thinking.
Someday, I will go back to these places. Someday I will relive those happy, carefree days. Someday I will gather enough courage to forget about work and spend time doing these little things that can make a lot of difference. But for now, the pile of work grows larger by the minute, and I do not have the courage to dump it and walk out. For now, I must think of these moments as beautiful dreams and tuck them away in a little corner of my mind, allowing snippets to escape and float in front of my eyes as I tackle yet another revert and yet another meeting. Just for now.
As far as work goes, I have yet to see the light at the end of this dark, never-ending tunnel. Some of the projects can be fun, but the fun factor only helps to a certain extent.Quite often the fun gets into a massive battle with deadlines and rework, and before you know it, the fun factor has lost the battle. By the end of the day, I feel so brain dead, its a wonder I manage to find my way home.
A few years ago, when I was in college, I cam across the famous lines, 'What is this life if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare'. Naive as I was at that time, I never thought I wouldn't have time to stop and appreciate the better things in life. I never thought I would be this slave driven, that I would give up the freedom I so dearly cherished for a monotonous life ruled by deadlines and deliverables. When I was in college, I promised myself I would never take on a dull and boring 9 to 5 job. I somewhat kept the promise. Its a 9 to whenever you get done job that may not contain too many exciting moments and now it has become a way of life. No more exploring the streets, sitting by the seaside and watching the sunset, long walks and nights where we just stayed up and talked about irrelevant things. Staying up is not an option any longer unless you're losing sleep by stressing about work, and leisurely strolls fall under the category of wishful thinking. There's no weekend to enjoy, there's just a Sunday, the day where you rest well for the next week. No longer do I spend my Sundays at the movies, or loitering aimlessly on the streets of Colaba. Wasting hours at Cafe Leopold's is now just a memory dying to be revisited. Sitting at Marine Drive and watching the sunset as the waves lick the shore is merely wishful thinking.
Someday, I will go back to these places. Someday I will relive those happy, carefree days. Someday I will gather enough courage to forget about work and spend time doing these little things that can make a lot of difference. But for now, the pile of work grows larger by the minute, and I do not have the courage to dump it and walk out. For now, I must think of these moments as beautiful dreams and tuck them away in a little corner of my mind, allowing snippets to escape and float in front of my eyes as I tackle yet another revert and yet another meeting. Just for now.
Jan 30, 2010
Happy New Year? Yeah, right.
This year, every time someone came up to me and said 'Have a great start to 2010', I wanted to punch them. Most of these people knew it wasn't supposed to be that way. One of my best friends was getting married and moving away to the middle of nowhere, two of my close friends who happen to be my colleagues were leaving our dungeon (which in this case, translates to our office'), I had way too much to accomplish and little time to do it. After years of failing miserably at sticking to New Year resolutions, I decided that it was high time I give up making any resolution whatsoever, and finally managed to accomplish that.
It was a little weird having to explain the 'no-resolution'- resolution to people though. Most of them thought I was crazy. I don't see the point anyway. I end up making the same resolutions every year - Watch your weight, be nice to people, plan your time better, don't procrastinate - the same old boring resolutions which i never adhere to. Watch your weight is always on top of my list, though more so because my mum insists I do and my aunt makes weird clucking noises every time I stuff my face with delicious food. But it never works. I welcome the new year with a glass of wine and some calorie-laden delicacy that would make my doctor's eyes pop out of their sockets. I always pass that off as a celebrating thing, and resolve to sincerely stick to the diet the next morning. But breakfast brings with it another tempting story and sadly the poor resolution is forgotten before it has been attempted and as every other year I still end up looking like a hippo.
Coming back to January and leaving my weighty issues aside. I don't like the thought of being parted against most of my friends at one go. My friend and I have been inseparable for the past four years, we've been through a lot of ups and downs together and we have grown up together. She got married about two weeks ago and it seems strange to live so far away from her and not across the corridor as we were before. It is strange not to hang out with her after work, go out for dinner with her almost every other day or even talk about the most irrelevant things possible. And then there's the ditchers, who got out of the dungeon. I am happy for them, it is the best thing that has happened around here in a while now, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to miss them every single day. It has been so great to have a friend sitting right next to me at work and listening to my constant cribbing without ever ignoring me. She has been the friend I could confide in without hesitation, my lunch buddy and of course my partner in crime in all the short jokes (A term only a bunch of us can understand, won't really share that joke with you - you might think we are a mean bunch) And of course, there was Dr. House across the table. Sarcasm figures high on his list and damn, I will miss the jokes and the witty comments. I have no idea what February's going to be like and I am dreading the thought.
January has had more than its fair share of downs but it had a few ups too. An old friend turned out to be more than just a friend, and I am really excited about this turn of events, considering I put it off for too long. And though the year did not really begin on that great a note for me, I am hoping for it to get better as the months go by. Let's hope this indeed turns out to be a great new year for me and for everyone else!
It was a little weird having to explain the 'no-resolution'- resolution to people though. Most of them thought I was crazy. I don't see the point anyway. I end up making the same resolutions every year - Watch your weight, be nice to people, plan your time better, don't procrastinate - the same old boring resolutions which i never adhere to. Watch your weight is always on top of my list, though more so because my mum insists I do and my aunt makes weird clucking noises every time I stuff my face with delicious food. But it never works. I welcome the new year with a glass of wine and some calorie-laden delicacy that would make my doctor's eyes pop out of their sockets. I always pass that off as a celebrating thing, and resolve to sincerely stick to the diet the next morning. But breakfast brings with it another tempting story and sadly the poor resolution is forgotten before it has been attempted and as every other year I still end up looking like a hippo.
Coming back to January and leaving my weighty issues aside. I don't like the thought of being parted against most of my friends at one go. My friend and I have been inseparable for the past four years, we've been through a lot of ups and downs together and we have grown up together. She got married about two weeks ago and it seems strange to live so far away from her and not across the corridor as we were before. It is strange not to hang out with her after work, go out for dinner with her almost every other day or even talk about the most irrelevant things possible. And then there's the ditchers, who got out of the dungeon. I am happy for them, it is the best thing that has happened around here in a while now, but that doesn't mean I'm not going to miss them every single day. It has been so great to have a friend sitting right next to me at work and listening to my constant cribbing without ever ignoring me. She has been the friend I could confide in without hesitation, my lunch buddy and of course my partner in crime in all the short jokes (A term only a bunch of us can understand, won't really share that joke with you - you might think we are a mean bunch) And of course, there was Dr. House across the table. Sarcasm figures high on his list and damn, I will miss the jokes and the witty comments. I have no idea what February's going to be like and I am dreading the thought.
January has had more than its fair share of downs but it had a few ups too. An old friend turned out to be more than just a friend, and I am really excited about this turn of events, considering I put it off for too long. And though the year did not really begin on that great a note for me, I am hoping for it to get better as the months go by. Let's hope this indeed turns out to be a great new year for me and for everyone else!
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