Where Art Thou?

Republished for the purpose of this blogathon that is supported by Woo, The most popular match making app in India with a base of over 3.5 million users.”

Dear Future Husband,

How are you doing? Continue reading “Where Art Thou?”

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A Non-Doctor’s Mandatory Prescription to the Best Medicine

Life is hard! Full of stress, pain, suffering and sadness. We need to keep a positive mind and keep our sanity through exercise, yoga, games etc. For some, swimming is therapeutic. For others, meditation works wonders. For writers like us,  pouring our heart out on paper is the balm to our wounded soul. Continue reading “A Non-Doctor’s Mandatory Prescription to the Best Medicine”

The Book Club Shock Treatment

It was a steep but short flight of stairs. I tentatively put one foot above the other and heaved myself up in the dark over each step. I tried following the host who had welcomed me with a curt nod. But he had already disappeared from view. Continue reading “The Book Club Shock Treatment”

An Open Letter to Everyone Who Think They Know Better

Dear You,
(Yes, you, with your upturned nose, throwing disgusted glances my way)!

How are you doing in that “I-can’t-mind-my-own-business” world of yours?

Hope you are comfortable. If not, please make yourself so. Sit down and put your legs up. Because this is going to take a while, let me tell you upfrontContinue reading “An Open Letter to Everyone Who Think They Know Better”

Thank You, Dear Readers + Awards

200+ Followers!200 followers
YAYY!!!! Tak Dhin-a-dhin dhin-a-dhin tak dhin-a-dhin! Ooo La La La… heeeeeyaaaaaa! tamamatamamam …aaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeee……. (standing up on the table, dancing like a crazed maniac!)

So, now that the jig is over, getting down to business.

I would like to thank God, my parents, Jadoo, my readers, Blogger’s World, Blogging U., my writing desk (it’s brand new, by the way), my laptop (old but as good as new), my fingers, my coffee mug, my phone (it’s broken! someone gift me a new one), my diary, my floor lamp, my hair dresser, my manicurist, my gardener…… (starts dancing again)
Wait, do I even have a gardener?! Who did I just thank?! Aah… that reminds me… Thank those who awarded me. Get down to business. Continue reading “Thank You, Dear Readers + Awards”

Mr. Burp’s New Year Greetings

For our New Year celebration, my parents were participating in a Golf Tournament which was followed by a New Year party.
The venue was a small but challenging Golf Course, which my parents were looking forward to playing at. We would also get to meet other golfers and interact with them before the tournament officially started.
I however, was interested in only the part where I would get to enjoy New Year party. I refused to let my enthusiasm be affected by the teeny weeny little fact that it wasn’t yet December 31st, and hence, not officially a New Year’s Party.
We reached the venue early, and after the quick registration process and name tagging of the golf bags, were graciously escorted to the Welcome Lounge, where High Tea was being served. I found myself in luxurious environs and surrounded by the golfing elite. I had resolved to be on my best behaviour, even hoping to entice some handsome hunk to walk up to me and strike a conversation.
I chose a nice corner sofa and delicately perched myself on it, ignoring its groans and moans. “Hullo.” I practiced a sophisticated drawl in my mind, with a slight tilt of my head and a Mona Lisa-like smile.

World War III : The Golf Cart, Ant Attack and the Mud Path

On a recent family trip to an out-of-town golf course, I had been designated as the unofficial photographer, and we had obtained permission for me to go on the golf course, despite not playing myself. I had a golf cart all to myself, and had promised to stay off the course; while my parents shared one and were on the course, playing.
The golf course was vast and picturesque with lush greenery, hilly terrain with its sheer cliffs and steep valleys.
I was busy taking photographs and videos while trailing them in my cart. The entire morning had remained uneventful. My parents continued to play golf. I continued to take photographs. Of the golf course, the flora, the hills, the blue skies and sometimes, if I felt generous, of my parents too. Continue reading “World War III : The Golf Cart, Ant Attack and the Mud Path”

Catch Me if You Can!

During my morning walk today, as I grudgingly trudged along on the jogging track, I noticed all the green trees that were lining the pathway. With much resentment and indignation, I noticed that the trees hadn’t moved an inch from when I last saw them. No exercise for them, I noted angrily!

Why is it that these trees remain stationery in one place and yet not put on even an ounce of fat?!

Continue reading “Catch Me if You Can!”

Foot in Mouth Syndrome

While cleaning and clearing up some old documents, came across a journal that my father had maintained when I was born.

Interesting, I thought. Until, i came across an entry for when I was 3 months old.

She can easily put her foot in her mouth and very often does so.

Learnt it at a very young age, I must say!

My Second Liebster Award!

So, I’ve received another Leibster Award (this time from Emily at JustConsiderIt, love and hugs to her!)

It thrilled me to bits to know that my writing is being liked and appreciated.  🙂 Thanks so much , all you guys.

Here’s my Thank you speech. (Please read at your own risk!) Continue reading “My Second Liebster Award!”