It takes a plastic bag!!

Yeah, its like our brain is programmed to perceive only out of context...like a self surprising machine.
Me and Ash spent yesterday afternoon trying to fix that blinking srs light in the Civic. Ash worked something out, gave me a print out and I was to read out the instructions. He was looking underneath the steering wheel with a plastic bag over his head. (floor of car was dusty and we din't have the insight to fetch a cap...so we improvised with what was lying about in the car)
And thats when it hit me...the contentment bit. Maybe I'm not living out my plan but to watch my husband wear a WalMart bag on his head seemed so right!!!

And so did the high five and the "yay team!!" at the end :D

Where did you go?

I don't know how my train of thoughts landed on Dee. Its been quite a while since we spoke. Quite a longer while since we said anything meaningful. I wonder why that is.

Dee, who began to talk to me only after an entire year of acquaintance.
Dee, who always wrote with an ink pen.
Dee, who said I was one of a kind.
Dee, who stood by me through out our college days.
Dee, who always helped me with my luggage.
Dee, whose humor almost always rubbed me the wrong way!!
Dee, who put up with my tantrums.
Dee, with whom I associate long bus journeys.
Dee, who had funny notions about sharing food.
Dee, who gauged my mood before putting on some music.
Dee, who has preserved some of our silent conversations on odd bits of buttersheet.
Dee, whom I have fought fiercely with on a long walk from Alsa Mall to Spencer Plaza.

And suddenly we stopped talking...or rather communicating. We would from time to time have phone conversations in which we would keep asking each other what else was new. And then exasperated, one of us would start a fight which would end with promises to keep in touch. And that would be it...back to square one.

Why did we stop being close friends? Why this veneer of ice? Perhaps we have changed....perhaps past hurts seem larger now. Or maybe there isn't much common ground anymore.

But the memories remain.

Sleeping Muse

I think I'm going through a phase where I'm not able to blog. Its not laziness, its not lack of time....its none of the usual excuses. As I said to a friend earlier in the week...my mind is too crowded with a lot of nothing! I still crib and yak about so many things but I'm not able to write. I think my Muse is in hibernation and I cant wait for it to wake up and get me going!!

There are times when you surprise yourself...do things you never thought you would. Endure, trudge and survive!!! And for causes that your conscious cannot really perceive or imagine. Its like you do so much...keeping faith that its the right thing to do. And that some spiritual force is leading you to rewards worth everything and more.
And hence I keep the faith.

Yellow bellied excuse!!!

A stomachache is such handy little thing really. Or atleast an excuse of one is. Its a one word answer to a whole lot of annoying questions.
"Why isn't your home-work done?"
"Why didn't you submit your pappers on time?"
"I didn't see you at my wedding...?"
"Will you help me dust the encyclopedia?"
"So why only rasam today?"

So finally when you do acquire one and have absolutely no use for it, you can almost hear the fates giggling!!!

After a long long time, I sat to design something. I must admit I had forgotten how it feels to first see blank paper. A sense of exhilaration tinged with panic!!!!

Looking Down a Lighthouse