Tagged by Vatsala
Total number of books owned:
Very tough question! I really dont know ...
Last book(s) I bought:
Have stopped buying books. I do love my mom (and she threatens to disown me if I send another carton to 'her house'. I can resume buying only when I stop 'gypsy-living' and get a 'proper' life.
Five books that I have really enjoyed or have influenced me:
Influenced: The Little Princess, Steppenwolf, The Hours, A Beautiful Mind, Atlas Shrugged (:D at that time - i was a kid) ...
Identified with: Mill on the Floss, Steppenwolf, God of Small Things, Of Human Bondage, Iron in the Soul.
Enjoyed:
Henry and June (and the movie - yes I know i keep harping about H&J&N on the blog),
Mrs. Dalloway (changed something - many things - i dont know how to describe it),
The Little Prince (so many lessons),
The End of the Affair (mindblowing how he can write so well, from inside a woman's mind),
The Old Man and the Sea, (what can I say :))
Love and other Demons (i dislike marquez - drama and verbosity - but i liked this story),
The Strike ("the twin female desire to show and hide" :D again i have harped on this often on the blog - loved the way it was narrated - it was a masterpiece for me),
An Equal Music (I forget why I liked it - but I remember I did - like many people, no?),
Kite Runner (beautiful, haunting and sad. my eyes hurt from crying after it finished)
The Glass Palace (the detailing, the rowing - hated the end).
Sorry! I strayed from the exact question in the tag. Deliciously difficult :)
Book(s) I'm currently reading:
Tropic of Capricorn, Anna Karenina, On the Road, The Masqueraders
Books I plan to buy next I really want this one, but can't afford it right now: Letters from Iceland, by Auden The guy reads from it in Away from Her, which was one of the most impressive and personally, moving movies I have seen in a while (since cinema paradiso, and le choristers ... and for the same reasons :)) Anyway, after that I'm going to buy this! :)
Books that caught my attention but have never read
Mostly Bangla. I cant read Bangla too well. Have only read a few untranslated. I want to read many of those. Starting with Sanchaita, the rest of Samaresh Mojumdar and Sarat Chandra. SHANKAR!!! I dont know how I missed him! Always loved Chowranghee, didnt know it was by him!
Also, Letters from Iceland, right now.
Books I own but have never got around to reading
Quite a few, actually! Since I dont stay at "home", I have often bought books when there but then had to come back before I could read them!
Every once in a while there is a book I just "cant" read. I keep trying but it doesnt work. And funnily enough, some time in the future I come across it again, and I not only "can", I love it! One, Steppenwolf, Anna K, Zen and ... all fall in this category. I have a theory about it (like I do about everything else) :D
I tag The Austere, Prometheus, Sri Ramana, Manu, Peggy, Me, Prometheus, Austere, Ph, Hyde (doesnt do tags, though) and anyone else it looks interesting to :)
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Tagged: by Austere
3 Things that scare me:
a. walking into office. i am always thinking, what if i did something horrible and they just discovered it, bullies, new people, the middle class morality/closed minds that dont even know it, having to defend, argue something i believe in ... list is endless ... all confrontation based social fears.
b. (other) acquisitional people and soul-collectors.
c. being made a fool off, fear, pain and sometimes the dark.
3 People who make me laugh:
a. jerome k jerome.
b. oscar wilde.
c. georgette heyer.
3 Things I love:
a. stories
b. sleeping
c. eating
3 Things I hate:
a. me getting mad and flying out of control
b. me slacking when i shouldnt
c. losing / spoiling something because i was careless
3 Things I don’t understand:
a. statistics
b. people's sense of humour
c. shopping. fashion. roads. time management. how to be friendly. social skills.
3 Things on my desk:
a. peanuts (spicy) (Lidl)
b. coffee - strong black sweet cold - incessant (hah hah hah - yes)
c. photographs (barbie, jinx, ma, ACM, right now)
ps - also 2 boxes of smarties, 1 thanks for being my friend card, 1 bottle of water, cell phone, india kings, cohen cd, ghalib cd, black eyed peas (?!?) cd, ipod, cheese balls, ink bottles, and a fountain pen i am fixing. and a manual for someone's toaster dvd player thats not working.
3 Things I’m doing right now:
a. Trying to nail IRR paper - which is due day after - with little or no success
b. Worrying about next general direction of life
c. Wondering why there dont seem to be any suitable, single, straight 30+ male humans out there. yes suitable is the key word.
3 Things I want to do before I die:
figure out some stuff (whats common and whats not between schizophrenia and autism)
pass my course
write my IRR paper
(yes - i am a little problematically singe minded at times)
3 Things I can do:
a. sleep or not for 3 days at a stretch (just did both in last week)
b. write
c. play golf
3 Things I can’t do:
a. multi task
b. shop
c. make polite conversation with people i have no interest in (but i can fake it really well, actually)
3 Things you should listen to:
hemanta kumar
bach
led zeppelin
3 Things you should never listen to:
rap
remixed bollywood
psy
3 Things I’d like to learn:
a) control my temper
b) to make perfect biryani / cook like my mom
c) play the piano perfectly
3 Favorite foods:
Steak (rare - pepper and anything sauce. with broccoli and carrots and beans)
Boiled bhindi with salt and mustard oil (yes, i know!) or any boiled veggies specially kaerela (YES, I know!!!)
Biriyani and Rezzala
ps - i dunno man. i like ALL food! except pineapples and jackfruit and most fish
3 Beverages I drink regularly:
water
coffee
tomato juice
3 Shows I watched as a kid:
never watched much tv ... i remember loving i dream of jeanie and wonder years but dont remember when
probably top of the pops (reminds me of rajiv gandhi - dunno why!), and the weekend movies - all of them, and i remember watching a serial with a guy and wolf. dad says it was remington steele, but i'm sure not. and spiderman, phantom. remington steele too. i dunno. i am too old to remember and too young to re-remember.
3 People I’m tagging: San, Aparna, Olivia
a. walking into office. i am always thinking, what if i did something horrible and they just discovered it, bullies, new people, the middle class morality/closed minds that dont even know it, having to defend, argue something i believe in ... list is endless ... all confrontation based social fears.
b. (other) acquisitional people and soul-collectors.
c. being made a fool off, fear, pain and sometimes the dark.
3 People who make me laugh:
a. jerome k jerome.
b. oscar wilde.
c. georgette heyer.
3 Things I love:
a. stories
b. sleeping
c. eating
3 Things I hate:
a. me getting mad and flying out of control
b. me slacking when i shouldnt
c. losing / spoiling something because i was careless
3 Things I don’t understand:
a. statistics
b. people's sense of humour
c. shopping. fashion. roads. time management. how to be friendly. social skills.
3 Things on my desk:
a. peanuts (spicy) (Lidl)
b. coffee - strong black sweet cold - incessant (hah hah hah - yes)
c. photographs (barbie, jinx, ma, ACM, right now)
ps - also 2 boxes of smarties, 1 thanks for being my friend card, 1 bottle of water, cell phone, india kings, cohen cd, ghalib cd, black eyed peas (?!?) cd, ipod, cheese balls, ink bottles, and a fountain pen i am fixing. and a manual for someone's toaster dvd player thats not working.
3 Things I’m doing right now:
a. Trying to nail IRR paper - which is due day after - with little or no success
b. Worrying about next general direction of life
c. Wondering why there dont seem to be any suitable, single, straight 30+ male humans out there. yes suitable is the key word.
3 Things I want to do before I die:
figure out some stuff (whats common and whats not between schizophrenia and autism)
pass my course
write my IRR paper
(yes - i am a little problematically singe minded at times)
3 Things I can do:
a. sleep or not for 3 days at a stretch (just did both in last week)
b. write
c. play golf
3 Things I can’t do:
a. multi task
b. shop
c. make polite conversation with people i have no interest in (but i can fake it really well, actually)
3 Things you should listen to:
hemanta kumar
bach
led zeppelin
3 Things you should never listen to:
rap
remixed bollywood
psy
3 Things I’d like to learn:
a) control my temper
b) to make perfect biryani / cook like my mom
c) play the piano perfectly
3 Favorite foods:
Steak (rare - pepper and anything sauce. with broccoli and carrots and beans)
Boiled bhindi with salt and mustard oil (yes, i know!) or any boiled veggies specially kaerela (YES, I know!!!)
Biriyani and Rezzala
ps - i dunno man. i like ALL food! except pineapples and jackfruit and most fish
3 Beverages I drink regularly:
water
coffee
tomato juice
3 Shows I watched as a kid:
never watched much tv ... i remember loving i dream of jeanie and wonder years but dont remember when
probably top of the pops (reminds me of rajiv gandhi - dunno why!), and the weekend movies - all of them, and i remember watching a serial with a guy and wolf. dad says it was remington steele, but i'm sure not. and spiderman, phantom. remington steele too. i dunno. i am too old to remember and too young to re-remember.
3 People I’m tagging: San, Aparna, Olivia
Tag: The perfect man
I was looking through old posts on the other blog to see if there was anything I should move back here and I found this - it made me smile! Its from 8th Feb 2006. So I thought I'll put it up again, just for laughs ... Here goes:
Was tagged by Parna, Aparna & Sanity Starved.
The rules:
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. You have to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.
Sex of the target : Male.
Of the top of my head I would have said:
1. He's a good man. I admire him. I look up to him
2. He's really intelligent. He's capable. He's damn good at work. He makes me so proud of him
3. He's responsible. He'd always take care of me
4. He's wise, he's mature, he has a certain air of weltschmersch. Sometimes, when he sits and does nothing, staring into the distance, I can see it in his eyes
5. He has streak cruel. He's strong. He's sure of himself. He knows just where he stands. He's not insecure. He can be arrogant. He can break my heart, casually. When he's playing, I can read it in his smile
6. He's got a smile that lights up the bleakest soul. Grouch! He rarely smiles!
7. He's brave, even reckless. Sometimes, he's scared of me, I can tell.
8. Sometimes, there's a tenderness in his smile, which makes my heart want to melt to a puddle on the floor. He really loves me, and it shows, but just barely :)
Victims:
7 Sins
Sad Old Bong
JDV
Malignant Humour
Megha
Waxing Pathetic
Coffee&Crackers
Olivia
but its not really that. It really set me thinking. I have been trying to complete this list for the past few days and been drawing blank. i've been thinking, there are some things which we think we want, and there are the things which we actually want. there was a quote that went something like the secret of happiness is knowing the difference between what we wish for and what we want. but as i kept thinking about it, it morphed into another idea in my head. we are all, as human beings, attracted to two kinds of people: one, people like us and two: people who are different.
for the former we feel the bonding of shared understanding, co-misseration, shared failings. also, the irritation of having two accept the same faults twice over, repeated lessons in case of a phase lag, the embarresment of a mirror in ur face.
for the latter, we feel the fascination of the unknown, the un-understandable, the desirable. also, the fustration of not undrstanding where they are coming from. the irritation of having needs and timings out of synch.
the only really happy couples in the world are the ones who, consciously or unconsciously, have made the choice between, or have had it made for them by life, or chance, and have accepted it and lived by it. forevermore.
DISCLAIMER - This post is liable to go under for editing, or even dissapear, as i wrote it when i was tired and i half dunno what i'm saying :)
Ummm, no connection, really, but this is the snap I was looking at while writing this: snap - dont he just break ur heart! lol
Was tagged by Parna, Aparna & Sanity Starved.
The rules:
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. You have to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.
Sex of the target : Male.
Of the top of my head I would have said:
1. He's a good man. I admire him. I look up to him
2. He's really intelligent. He's capable. He's damn good at work. He makes me so proud of him
3. He's responsible. He'd always take care of me
4. He's wise, he's mature, he has a certain air of weltschmersch. Sometimes, when he sits and does nothing, staring into the distance, I can see it in his eyes
5. He has streak cruel. He's strong. He's sure of himself. He knows just where he stands. He's not insecure. He can be arrogant. He can break my heart, casually. When he's playing, I can read it in his smile
6. He's got a smile that lights up the bleakest soul. Grouch! He rarely smiles!
7. He's brave, even reckless. Sometimes, he's scared of me, I can tell.
8. Sometimes, there's a tenderness in his smile, which makes my heart want to melt to a puddle on the floor. He really loves me, and it shows, but just barely :)
Victims:
7 Sins
Sad Old Bong
JDV
Malignant Humour
Megha
Waxing Pathetic
Coffee&Crackers
Olivia
but its not really that. It really set me thinking. I have been trying to complete this list for the past few days and been drawing blank. i've been thinking, there are some things which we think we want, and there are the things which we actually want. there was a quote that went something like the secret of happiness is knowing the difference between what we wish for and what we want. but as i kept thinking about it, it morphed into another idea in my head. we are all, as human beings, attracted to two kinds of people: one, people like us and two: people who are different.
for the former we feel the bonding of shared understanding, co-misseration, shared failings. also, the irritation of having two accept the same faults twice over, repeated lessons in case of a phase lag, the embarresment of a mirror in ur face.
for the latter, we feel the fascination of the unknown, the un-understandable, the desirable. also, the fustration of not undrstanding where they are coming from. the irritation of having needs and timings out of synch.
the only really happy couples in the world are the ones who, consciously or unconsciously, have made the choice between, or have had it made for them by life, or chance, and have accepted it and lived by it. forevermore.
DISCLAIMER - This post is liable to go under for editing, or even dissapear, as i wrote it when i was tired and i half dunno what i'm saying :)
Ummm, no connection, really, but this is the snap I was looking at while writing this: snap - dont he just break ur heart! lol
Blue Shoots
Duck!
Originally uploaded by prerona.
Footsteps
Originally uploaded by prerona.
Aloo Peyaaj ka Haal
Originally uploaded by prerona.
Blue Shoots
Originally uploaded by prerona.
Okay - This is my weird photo entry - Was tagged by Rimi. I tag Hyde, Maddie and Austere
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Tagged!!!
Tagged by Sanity Starved, i swear i did this already but I lost the post! Anyway, so here goes:
I am thinking about …
Tomorrow, The trek coming up, The noise in engine, The motorcycle in the show I saw this afternoon, money, relpet, babies, Dad, Yazoo!, my hair, isreal ... the noise in the AC, the temperature in U.k (and is doomsday coming - my eternal fear)
I said ...
"I'm busy, can I call you back sweetie", but I lied, as usual. I feel really lazy to talk sometimes (?)
I want to ...
have babies, make biriyani - just the way i like it, learn russian, deutsch, maithali and sanskrit, have babies, live in paris/london/kolkata, look like my mommy or sushmita sen, work in an old age home, go for a long trip to the amazon, see machu pichu and go to the arctic (?), run a marathon, learn squash, play rugby, take up skulling again, learn to focus, have babies, play the violin, climb the himalayas, "conquer" the mind (or atleast pass the classes)
I wish ...
I knew what I wanted.
I hear ...
Pearl Jam, Doors, Metallica, Chopin, Dire Straits, Bach, Barrett, Chandrobindu, Floyd, Rabindra Sangeet, Tull, Hemanta, Kishore Kumar, KK, Bhupinder, Ghulam Ali, Amir Khan ... basically everything except rap (and very little pop music)
I wonder ...
what it all means
I regret...
lost time and not buying 'the dream bag when Dad offered
I am ...
always sleepy
I dance...
almost always, to almost anything, whenever noones looking
I sing...
extremely painfully and incessently
I cry...
a lot more for small things than for bigger things. then i shut up
I am not always...
consistent
I make with my hands...
food ... and its usually quite decent
I write ...
on my blogs, a few group blogs, letters and emails to friends, a journal i carry in my bag, and another 'proper' journal and endless lists. i make lists like 'things i could make lists about'
I confuse ...
who i am with who i want to be
I need …
to think, to read, hear music, see movies, to laugh, cry and love
And finally...
I pass this tag to ... everyone who reads this (inspired by aparna) - or everyone who wants to do it.
Originally Posted at Prerona.
I am thinking about …
Tomorrow, The trek coming up, The noise in engine, The motorcycle in the show I saw this afternoon, money, relpet, babies, Dad, Yazoo!, my hair, isreal ... the noise in the AC, the temperature in U.k (and is doomsday coming - my eternal fear)
I said ...
"I'm busy, can I call you back sweetie", but I lied, as usual. I feel really lazy to talk sometimes (?)
I want to ...
have babies, make biriyani - just the way i like it, learn russian, deutsch, maithali and sanskrit, have babies, live in paris/london/kolkata, look like my mommy or sushmita sen, work in an old age home, go for a long trip to the amazon, see machu pichu and go to the arctic (?), run a marathon, learn squash, play rugby, take up skulling again, learn to focus, have babies, play the violin, climb the himalayas, "conquer" the mind (or atleast pass the classes)
I wish ...
I knew what I wanted.
I hear ...
Pearl Jam, Doors, Metallica, Chopin, Dire Straits, Bach, Barrett, Chandrobindu, Floyd, Rabindra Sangeet, Tull, Hemanta, Kishore Kumar, KK, Bhupinder, Ghulam Ali, Amir Khan ... basically everything except rap (and very little pop music)
I wonder ...
what it all means
I regret...
lost time and not buying 'the dream bag when Dad offered
I am ...
always sleepy
I dance...
almost always, to almost anything, whenever noones looking
I sing...
extremely painfully and incessently
I cry...
a lot more for small things than for bigger things. then i shut up
I am not always...
consistent
I make with my hands...
food ... and its usually quite decent
I write ...
on my blogs, a few group blogs, letters and emails to friends, a journal i carry in my bag, and another 'proper' journal and endless lists. i make lists like 'things i could make lists about'
I confuse ...
who i am with who i want to be
I need …
to think, to read, hear music, see movies, to laugh, cry and love
And finally...
I pass this tag to ... everyone who reads this (inspired by aparna) - or everyone who wants to do it.
Originally Posted at Prerona.
6 weird facts
tagged by inkblot, aparna, and sangeeta. its a bit hard to do, bcz i dont really know myself - right from the 'when i am hungry-thirty-sleepy' level to the 'what i want out of life' level. i doing this in a hurry so excuse the mess. running low on net-time again. ill tidy it up a bit when I am catching up :)
1. I can strike up immense conversations with random strangers: at the water machine, in a train, in a bus ... but sometimes find it hard to talk to people i know. also, i actually like my company, i can keep myself entertained for hours. i am usually, basically, usually, happy solitary
2. I go to extremes with everything from eating-starving, to friendly-cold ... no regulators in my system
3. i actually love going to the gym, or running, or rowing, or football. though golf is my favourite
4. i hate being made fun off and cry if shouted at - even when I know its only fun and games. i love being very grown-up and mature and even motherly with people - specially online - bcz in real life every treats me like a kid and noone listens to me ... even my sister who's 10 yrs younger
5. i have always had a crush and always have a couple of crushes at any given point of time. its usually very trivial and i'd usually freak out if anything came out of it.
6. i cant bear most jewellery (sp'ly other peoples), milk-skin, music I dont like (usually rap), most funny movies/books/tv-shows/people
6 people I'd tag: Ram, Austere, Peg, Lemon-Grass, Olivia, Aboltabol, GoSmoking, VelvetGunther ... if any or all of you guys dont wanna play, just ignore
Originally Posted at Prerona.
1. I can strike up immense conversations with random strangers: at the water machine, in a train, in a bus ... but sometimes find it hard to talk to people i know. also, i actually like my company, i can keep myself entertained for hours. i am usually, basically, usually, happy solitary
2. I go to extremes with everything from eating-starving, to friendly-cold ... no regulators in my system
3. i actually love going to the gym, or running, or rowing, or football. though golf is my favourite
4. i hate being made fun off and cry if shouted at - even when I know its only fun and games. i love being very grown-up and mature and even motherly with people - specially online - bcz in real life every treats me like a kid and noone listens to me ... even my sister who's 10 yrs younger
5. i have always had a crush and always have a couple of crushes at any given point of time. its usually very trivial and i'd usually freak out if anything came out of it.
6. i cant bear most jewellery (sp'ly other peoples), milk-skin, music I dont like (usually rap), most funny movies/books/tv-shows/people
6 people I'd tag: Ram, Austere, Peg, Lemon-Grass, Olivia, Aboltabol, GoSmoking, VelvetGunther ... if any or all of you guys dont wanna play, just ignore
Originally Posted at Prerona.
The Game
The objective was to come up with a list of 10 E-words and 10 words about each. I've got my list, but dont know how I will do with the descriptions. anyway, they'd have to wait a bit as I try to get my breath backafter a really hectic phase of life ' atwork :)
So, here goes:
1. Ego
2. Eternity
3. Ethereal
4. Ether
5. Empty
6. Ecstacy (Eccy?)
7. Escape
8. Echo
9. Elegance
10. End
Will come back and fill in the descriptions. Its another Friday. Dress down at work is a night mare. Being a person with a regulator, as my mom elegantly puts it, I can only live in the extremes. So I am not good with this Half Formal-Half Casual thing. I like being totally 'phatichar' or 'pakka-proper', clothes-wise. Anyway, its over. One more down. Sify at home - nightmare. Down more than its up. And the B@$^@#!$ took 1.5 grand as installation as well saying we give better connectivity. Can access icici-direct from work. D@*%. Anyway, 2 and a half blissful days of lazing at home and sleeping. Am reading Grapes of Wrath and Tropic of Capricorn and The Eternal Braid. Will go book hunting. Looking for Steppenwoolf. Want to do a revision.
Originally Posted at Prerona.
So, here goes:
1. Ego
2. Eternity
3. Ethereal
4. Ether
5. Empty
6. Ecstacy (Eccy?)
7. Escape
8. Echo
9. Elegance
10. End
Will come back and fill in the descriptions. Its another Friday. Dress down at work is a night mare. Being a person with a regulator, as my mom elegantly puts it, I can only live in the extremes. So I am not good with this Half Formal-Half Casual thing. I like being totally 'phatichar' or 'pakka-proper', clothes-wise. Anyway, its over. One more down. Sify at home - nightmare. Down more than its up. And the B@$^@#!$ took 1.5 grand as installation as well saying we give better connectivity. Can access icici-direct from work. D@*%. Anyway, 2 and a half blissful days of lazing at home and sleeping. Am reading Grapes of Wrath and Tropic of Capricorn and The Eternal Braid. Will go book hunting. Looking for Steppenwoolf. Want to do a revision.
Originally Posted at Prerona.
All Time Top 5 Favourite Songs: Of the Top of My Head
Just a personal favourites list. Not going into relative merits of songs or saying they are 'the best'. Disclaimers, here goes with the list. Though right now, I'm tripping on Just Another Lonely Day in a loop. It just says it all. I couldnt find a version online to put up, though I have it on my comp. If anyone can help, let me know. Do check out the song if you can/havent: Its brilliant for the Blue ;)
Incidentally, if anyone's missing the poem that flashed here a while back and dissapeared - Its been moved here
Here's my list, not necessarily in that order:
1. Going to California - Led Zeppelin
2. Baba O'Reilly - The Who's
3. Throw your arms around me: the PJ version
4. Jealous Guy
5. Just Like a Little Girl
I have more Trivia on these and other favourite songs and bands on Its All Happening
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Incidentally, if anyone's missing the poem that flashed here a while back and dissapeared - Its been moved here
Here's my list, not necessarily in that order:
1. Going to California - Led Zeppelin
2. Baba O'Reilly - The Who's
3. Throw your arms around me: the PJ version
4. Jealous Guy
5. Just Like a Little Girl
I have more Trivia on these and other favourite songs and bands on Its All Happening
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Tag: The Perfect Man
Was tagged by Parna, Aparna & Sanity Starved.
The rules:
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. You have to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.
Sex of the target : Male.
Of the top of my head I would have said:
1. He's a good man. I admire him. I look up to him
2. He's really intelligent. He's capable. He's damn good at work. He makes me so proud of him
3. He's responsible. He'd always take care of me
4. He's wise, he's mature, he has a certain air of weltschmersch. Sometimes, when he sits and does nothing, staring into the distance, I can see it in his eyes
5. He has streak cruel. He's strong. He's sure of himself. He knows just where he stands. He's not insecure. He can be arrogant. He can break my heart, casually. When he's playing, I can read it in his smile
6. He's got a smile that lights up the bleakest soul. Grouch! He rarely smiles!
7. He's brave, even recklessness. Sometimes, he's scared of me, I can tell.
8. Sometimes, there's a tenderness in his smile, which makes my heart want to melt to a puddle on the floor. He really loves me, and it shows :)
Victims:
7 Sins
Sad Old Bong
JDV
Malignant Humour
Megha
Waxing Pathetic
Coffee&Crackers
Olivia
but its not really that. It really set me thinking. I have been trying to complete this list for the past few days and been drawing blank. i've been thinking, there are some things which we think we want, and there are the things which we actually want. there was a quote that went something like the secret of happiness is knowing the difference between what we wish for and what we want. but as i kept thinking about it, it morphed into another idea in my head. we are all, as human beings, attracted to two kinds of people: one, people like us and two: people who are different.
for the former we feel the bonding of shared understanding, co-misseration, shared failings. also, the irritation of having two accept the same faults twice over, repeated lessons in case of a phase lag, the embarresment of a mirror in ur face.
for the latter, we feel the fascination of the unknown, the un-understandable, the desirable. also, the fustration of not undrstanding where they are coming from. the irritation of having needs and timings out of synch.
the only really happy couples in the world are the ones who, consciously or unconsciously, have made the choice between, or have had it made for them by life, or chance, and have accepted it and lived by it. forevermore.
DISCLAIMER - This post is liable to go under for editing, or even dissapear, as i wrote it when i was tired and i half dunno what i'm saying :)
Ummm, no connection, really, but this is the snap I was looking at while writing this: snap - dont he just break ur heart! lol
Originally Posted at Prerona.
The rules:
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. You have to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they've been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there's no need to post again.
Sex of the target : Male.
Of the top of my head I would have said:
1. He's a good man. I admire him. I look up to him
2. He's really intelligent. He's capable. He's damn good at work. He makes me so proud of him
3. He's responsible. He'd always take care of me
4. He's wise, he's mature, he has a certain air of weltschmersch. Sometimes, when he sits and does nothing, staring into the distance, I can see it in his eyes
5. He has streak cruel. He's strong. He's sure of himself. He knows just where he stands. He's not insecure. He can be arrogant. He can break my heart, casually. When he's playing, I can read it in his smile
6. He's got a smile that lights up the bleakest soul. Grouch! He rarely smiles!
7. He's brave, even recklessness. Sometimes, he's scared of me, I can tell.
8. Sometimes, there's a tenderness in his smile, which makes my heart want to melt to a puddle on the floor. He really loves me, and it shows :)
Victims:
7 Sins
Sad Old Bong
JDV
Malignant Humour
Megha
Waxing Pathetic
Coffee&Crackers
Olivia
but its not really that. It really set me thinking. I have been trying to complete this list for the past few days and been drawing blank. i've been thinking, there are some things which we think we want, and there are the things which we actually want. there was a quote that went something like the secret of happiness is knowing the difference between what we wish for and what we want. but as i kept thinking about it, it morphed into another idea in my head. we are all, as human beings, attracted to two kinds of people: one, people like us and two: people who are different.
for the former we feel the bonding of shared understanding, co-misseration, shared failings. also, the irritation of having two accept the same faults twice over, repeated lessons in case of a phase lag, the embarresment of a mirror in ur face.
for the latter, we feel the fascination of the unknown, the un-understandable, the desirable. also, the fustration of not undrstanding where they are coming from. the irritation of having needs and timings out of synch.
the only really happy couples in the world are the ones who, consciously or unconsciously, have made the choice between, or have had it made for them by life, or chance, and have accepted it and lived by it. forevermore.
DISCLAIMER - This post is liable to go under for editing, or even dissapear, as i wrote it when i was tired and i half dunno what i'm saying :)
Ummm, no connection, really, but this is the snap I was looking at while writing this: snap - dont he just break ur heart! lol
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Tagged: Top 10 - Favourite Food
Tagged By Bonatellis:
0. Fillet Steak - Medium Rare with lots of butter fried veggies (beans carrots asparagus) and creamy mashed potatoes, with pepper and mushroom sauce. my favourite is at cal club or at the grand coffee shop
1. Mutton Biryani with Chicken Chaap - best at Shaukat Mama's house
2. Kosha Mangsho - Mutton (not Lamb) and luchi
3. Lal Shak with the white stuff on top
4. Pasta with creamy cheesy with sauce
5. Dal-Baati & Bhutta Sabji - best at Ad's & Jul's houses - respectively
6. Layer Sponge Cake - best by Mommy
7. Raspberry Cheesecake - best by Mommy
8. KFC - Spicy - my favourite is in Dubai
9. Shworma. Kebabs and loads of home made homous
Tag Mira, Parna, Aparna, Anumita, Hyde, Rupenzel, Maddie, Bhavna and anyone else who would like to give it a go?
Originally Posted at Prerona.
0. Fillet Steak - Medium Rare with lots of butter fried veggies (beans carrots asparagus) and creamy mashed potatoes, with pepper and mushroom sauce. my favourite is at cal club or at the grand coffee shop
1. Mutton Biryani with Chicken Chaap - best at Shaukat Mama's house
2. Kosha Mangsho - Mutton (not Lamb) and luchi
3. Lal Shak with the white stuff on top
4. Pasta with creamy cheesy with sauce
5. Dal-Baati & Bhutta Sabji - best at Ad's & Jul's houses - respectively
6. Layer Sponge Cake - best by Mommy
7. Raspberry Cheesecake - best by Mommy
8. KFC - Spicy - my favourite is in Dubai
9. Shworma. Kebabs and loads of home made homous
Tag Mira, Parna, Aparna, Anumita, Hyde, Rupenzel, Maddie, Bhavna and anyone else who would like to give it a go?
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Tagged: Down the Memory Lane
Tagged by Ubiquity. This is a long one so Ill put it all in the post page ->
Top 5 Memories -
4 years ago, Jinx and I, making the Best Friends pact
5 years ago, first day of work at T, Kolkata
7 years ago, my first day at T, Pune
8 years ago, valentines day
10 years ago, first day at Fergie
12 year ago, Moju's little talk before I.C.S.E ('u've got potential, kid' she had tears in her eyes, i'll never forget)
5 yummy things -
a good steak,
raspberry conserve,
good coffee,
daal bati,
chingri machher malaikari
songs I know by heart -
tonnes! too many to list. a selection:
final cut
like a virgin
amaro porano jaha chaye
ek din aap
zindagi se bari ...
unforgiven
feeling love
right now - i hope that i dont fall in love with you
i'm not in love
wherever you may go
resting here with me
actually, most of floyd, queen, hemanta, few rabindra sangeet, some metallica, most def lep, some tull, some deep p, some cohen, some JC some dylan most of 'hamara bachpan' music - madonna, wham, thriller, pet shop boys, beach boys, lucky ali, etc
5 things I'd do if I had a lot of money -
go back to studying
write
buy a house
become thin
give the rest away
5 places I escape to -
Home,
The Loo,
Ad's place,
Stations,
Big Libraries
5 things I'd never wear -
fuschia
most jewellery
hippy clothes
frilly, girly clothes
short kurta and jeans
5 favourite TV shows -
F.R.I.E.N.D.S.?
Forgot the name - used to come on Star Plus - indopak collaboration (had the song by raju singh - Dekhiye toh lagta hain ...)
Thora hain, thore ki
Pride & Predjudice
5 things I enjoy doing -
Reading
Writing
Cleaning
Dancing
Cooking
Favourite toys -
the kitchen,
the comp,
the phone,
the mirror,
and random electrical gadget around the house.
5 peeple to tag -
Parna,
Austere,
Peg,
Hyde,
Peter
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Top 5 Memories -
4 years ago, Jinx and I, making the Best Friends pact
5 years ago, first day of work at T, Kolkata
7 years ago, my first day at T, Pune
8 years ago, valentines day
10 years ago, first day at Fergie
12 year ago, Moju's little talk before I.C.S.E ('u've got potential, kid' she had tears in her eyes, i'll never forget)
5 yummy things -
a good steak,
raspberry conserve,
good coffee,
daal bati,
chingri machher malaikari
songs I know by heart -
tonnes! too many to list. a selection:
final cut
like a virgin
amaro porano jaha chaye
ek din aap
zindagi se bari ...
unforgiven
feeling love
right now - i hope that i dont fall in love with you
i'm not in love
wherever you may go
resting here with me
actually, most of floyd, queen, hemanta, few rabindra sangeet, some metallica, most def lep, some tull, some deep p, some cohen, some JC some dylan most of 'hamara bachpan' music - madonna, wham, thriller, pet shop boys, beach boys, lucky ali, etc
5 things I'd do if I had a lot of money -
go back to studying
write
buy a house
become thin
give the rest away
5 places I escape to -
Home,
The Loo,
Ad's place,
Stations,
Big Libraries
5 things I'd never wear -
fuschia
most jewellery
hippy clothes
frilly, girly clothes
short kurta and jeans
5 favourite TV shows -
F.R.I.E.N.D.S.?
Forgot the name - used to come on Star Plus - indopak collaboration (had the song by raju singh - Dekhiye toh lagta hain ...)
Thora hain, thore ki
Pride & Predjudice
5 things I enjoy doing -
Reading
Writing
Cleaning
Dancing
Cooking
Favourite toys -
the kitchen,
the comp,
the phone,
the mirror,
and random electrical gadget around the house.
5 peeple to tag -
Parna,
Austere,
Peg,
Hyde,
Peter
Originally Posted at Prerona.
7 Answers for 7 Questions:
For the Austere one:
Seven things you plan to do before you die!!
1. Have kids (ideally 4)
2. Adopt kids
3. Have a great dane, boxer and some cat
4. Learn to face people / things
5. Learn to forgive / understand myself
6. Aquire a PhD
7. Make it big (no ... I dont know what that exactly means)
Seven things you can do!!
1. Chat up anybody (in small numbers)
2. Vanish
3. Cook
4. Read a good book through without getting up
5. Eat ANYTHING (except Kathaal / Jackfruit)
6. Make fountain pens work
7. Untangle knots
Seven things you can't do!!!
1. Fly
2. Tolerate bad company, gossip
3. Control my temper
4. Explain why it hurt, or even admit that it did
5. Be 'nice' to people i like
6. Be 'rude' to people I dont like
7. Confrontations, Post-Mortems, Explanations
8. Waste food
Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex!!
1. Goodness, Kindness
2. Personality, a certain air of wisdom, weltschmersch, maturity
3. Intelligence, Knowledge, Capabilty
4. Sense of responsibilty
5. Cruelty / Strength / I dunno!
6. Language, Diction, Voice
7. Bravery, Recklessness, Arrogance
Seven things you say most!!!
1. I dunno
2. Cant explain
3. Lets see
4. Leh!
5. Listen
6. It doesnt matter
7. It depends
(actually, also FCUK, Dumb F, SOB ... but only in select company :))
Seven celebrity crushes!!!
1. Anthony Hopkins
2. John Cussack
3. Colin Firth
4. Ajay Devgan
5. Manoj Bajpai
6. Saif Ali Khan
7. Rahul Bose
The Bachhans, Senior & Junior were on it too, but you said 7 ...
Seven people you would want to take this quiz!!!
1. Pleo
2. Jo
3. Bird On the Wire
4. Shashankh
5. Ash
6. Neil
7. Anumita
There was 'my favourite blogger' on the list, but he'd never ...
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Seven things you plan to do before you die!!
1. Have kids (ideally 4)
2. Adopt kids
3. Have a great dane, boxer and some cat
4. Learn to face people / things
5. Learn to forgive / understand myself
6. Aquire a PhD
7. Make it big (no ... I dont know what that exactly means)
Seven things you can do!!
1. Chat up anybody (in small numbers)
2. Vanish
3. Cook
4. Read a good book through without getting up
5. Eat ANYTHING (except Kathaal / Jackfruit)
6. Make fountain pens work
7. Untangle knots
Seven things you can't do!!!
1. Fly
2. Tolerate bad company, gossip
3. Control my temper
4. Explain why it hurt, or even admit that it did
5. Be 'nice' to people i like
6. Be 'rude' to people I dont like
7. Confrontations, Post-Mortems, Explanations
8. Waste food
Seven things that attract you to the opposite sex!!
1. Goodness, Kindness
2. Personality, a certain air of wisdom, weltschmersch, maturity
3. Intelligence, Knowledge, Capabilty
4. Sense of responsibilty
5. Cruelty / Strength / I dunno!
6. Language, Diction, Voice
7. Bravery, Recklessness, Arrogance
Seven things you say most!!!
1. I dunno
2. Cant explain
3. Lets see
4. Leh!
5. Listen
6. It doesnt matter
7. It depends
(actually, also FCUK, Dumb F, SOB ... but only in select company :))
Seven celebrity crushes!!!
1. Anthony Hopkins
2. John Cussack
3. Colin Firth
4. Ajay Devgan
5. Manoj Bajpai
6. Saif Ali Khan
7. Rahul Bose
The Bachhans, Senior & Junior were on it too, but you said 7 ...
Seven people you would want to take this quiz!!!
1. Pleo
2. Jo
3. Bird On the Wire
4. Shashankh
5. Ash
6. Neil
7. Anumita
There was 'my favourite blogger' on the list, but he'd never ...
Originally Posted at Prerona.
The Journey
He thought it would be an ordinary journey. Standing behind the pillar he watched the train snort arrogantly into the station. With each snort he was reminded of his grandfather's words "You will fail in the city and return penniless"; with every heavenward whistle, he heard his cousin, "Don't worry. Come here and I will get you a job at the construction site." Now he had a 34-hour journey to prove one of them wrong, and he expected the excitement at the end of the journey. He looked at his ticket once again: compartment S9 berth 23.
Pushing his luggage under the seat, he sat close to the window. "Papa, when will you be back?" - his four year old daughter Munni asked innocently. He stared into those soft brown eyes of the motherless kid. He held her frail palms in his, through the window. "Munni, Papa will get you a nice gudiya from the city..Say tata," his sister spoke to the kid, to avoid an emotional outburst. In a minute, the train pulled forward, and Munni's little fingers parted from between his. "I need to go..", he thought, "I have to, at least for Munni's sake.."
The humid summer breeze and the rattling train coaxed him into an uncomfortable state of drowsy consciousness. He dreamt that Munni ran away, the closer he ran to her, the farther she was, like a mirage. He woke up with a start and squinted at his watch."What is the time please?"A smallish woman, a meek voice as if she was scared that her existence would annoy someone. Her only noticeable feature was her rather large, expressive eyes."4.30"Something made him look at the woman again. He had stopped noticing women long back. Ever since Meenakshi passed away...
Four long years. His daughter’s birth. His wife’s death. Joy and sorrow in an instant. A heady cocktail. He had hardly recovered from it. He barely had a chance to. You can’t be a poor farmer in Andhra Pradesh and have time for emotional upheavals.Life betrayed him once with the death of his wife. Life betrayed him again, three years in a row, with the failure of his crops. Every year, the debt increased and it felt like a noose tighten around him. Tightened till he could not breathe. He shivered with the memory of the night, where he took a bottle of poison in his hand …
He threw the bottle away when he heard the small voice behind him, “Papa, whats beyond the big well? Sanju says that’s where the world ends.”His then-preoccupied answer had satisfied Munnis innocent curiosity, “No, beta…That’s the railroad to the city…There’s a lot of world beyond the big well.”He had repeated the answer to himself, “No, it’s not the end of the world”.Maybe some of that same innocence in this woman’s voice or eyes made him rephrase the answer to her question. “What is the time, please?”In a crystal-clear flash of certainty he realized…“It was time.”
It was time to put the scattered pieces of his life together. Just like the marbles he picked up as a boy. That he won and collected one by one from the ground, his pockets laden and bulging with his precious treasure. He had to play the game of life again. He looked at the large expressive kohl-rimmed eyes once more. Shy and downcast at times, hesitantly observant at others as she gazed out at the rushing landscape beyond the rusted iron rods of the second class carriage window. He suddenly heard himself asking, "Are you going to the city?"
She shook her head, and looked away, out of the window. She looked tense. Almost a little scared. Balbir wanted to ask "whats wrong", but hesitated. He'd been too friendly. He turned away and looked out of the window.
The train slowed. Radhapur Junction. Dusty. Near-empty. Interchangeable with so many rural stops. Just one man got on board. He wore the bright, colourful pagri of the region above his sunburned face. He had a happy face and no luggage. As he walked the corridor his eyes scanned the berths. He reached their compartment and stopped in front of the woman.
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Pushing his luggage under the seat, he sat close to the window. "Papa, when will you be back?" - his four year old daughter Munni asked innocently. He stared into those soft brown eyes of the motherless kid. He held her frail palms in his, through the window. "Munni, Papa will get you a nice gudiya from the city..Say tata," his sister spoke to the kid, to avoid an emotional outburst. In a minute, the train pulled forward, and Munni's little fingers parted from between his. "I need to go..", he thought, "I have to, at least for Munni's sake.."
The humid summer breeze and the rattling train coaxed him into an uncomfortable state of drowsy consciousness. He dreamt that Munni ran away, the closer he ran to her, the farther she was, like a mirage. He woke up with a start and squinted at his watch."What is the time please?"A smallish woman, a meek voice as if she was scared that her existence would annoy someone. Her only noticeable feature was her rather large, expressive eyes."4.30"Something made him look at the woman again. He had stopped noticing women long back. Ever since Meenakshi passed away...
Four long years. His daughter’s birth. His wife’s death. Joy and sorrow in an instant. A heady cocktail. He had hardly recovered from it. He barely had a chance to. You can’t be a poor farmer in Andhra Pradesh and have time for emotional upheavals.Life betrayed him once with the death of his wife. Life betrayed him again, three years in a row, with the failure of his crops. Every year, the debt increased and it felt like a noose tighten around him. Tightened till he could not breathe. He shivered with the memory of the night, where he took a bottle of poison in his hand …
He threw the bottle away when he heard the small voice behind him, “Papa, whats beyond the big well? Sanju says that’s where the world ends.”His then-preoccupied answer had satisfied Munnis innocent curiosity, “No, beta…That’s the railroad to the city…There’s a lot of world beyond the big well.”He had repeated the answer to himself, “No, it’s not the end of the world”.Maybe some of that same innocence in this woman’s voice or eyes made him rephrase the answer to her question. “What is the time, please?”In a crystal-clear flash of certainty he realized…“It was time.”
It was time to put the scattered pieces of his life together. Just like the marbles he picked up as a boy. That he won and collected one by one from the ground, his pockets laden and bulging with his precious treasure. He had to play the game of life again. He looked at the large expressive kohl-rimmed eyes once more. Shy and downcast at times, hesitantly observant at others as she gazed out at the rushing landscape beyond the rusted iron rods of the second class carriage window. He suddenly heard himself asking, "Are you going to the city?"
She shook her head, and looked away, out of the window. She looked tense. Almost a little scared. Balbir wanted to ask "whats wrong", but hesitated. He'd been too friendly. He turned away and looked out of the window.
The train slowed. Radhapur Junction. Dusty. Near-empty. Interchangeable with so many rural stops. Just one man got on board. He wore the bright, colourful pagri of the region above his sunburned face. He had a happy face and no luggage. As he walked the corridor his eyes scanned the berths. He reached their compartment and stopped in front of the woman.
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Dream Tree
I was tagged into this by Aparna. Thanks, it was great fun!
Would like to tag "anyone who would like to give it a shot". I'd love to see where Sriramana, Parna, Hyde, Stark, Belzeebub, Maddie, Austere, Peg, English August, Jaded, Teleute, GreatBong, JAP take it. I'm a bit scared of tagging these days as some people get quite violently offended. Please dont get mad if I have tagged you and you dont want to do it ... just ignore me :)
Here's my attempt at the Dream Tree
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Would like to tag "anyone who would like to give it a shot". I'd love to see where Sriramana, Parna, Hyde, Stark, Belzeebub, Maddie, Austere, Peg, English August, Jaded, Teleute, GreatBong, JAP take it. I'm a bit scared of tagging these days as some people get quite violently offended. Please dont get mad if I have tagged you and you dont want to do it ... just ignore me :)
Here's my attempt at the Dream Tree
Originally Posted at Prerona.
Fool Forever
time, i'm ur fool
time and again, i fool myself,
one day you'll come
life, i'm ur fool
lifetimes pass: i'm yet to learn
what we're living for
Friend, i'm ur fool
friendships and Faeries,
i believed them all
Love, I am ur fool forever
Lovesick for a dream
Loath to give up the game
55 word poem
time and again, i fool myself,
one day you'll come
life, i'm ur fool
lifetimes pass: i'm yet to learn
what we're living for
Friend, i'm ur fool
friendships and Faeries,
i believed them all
Love, I am ur fool forever
Lovesick for a dream
Loath to give up the game
55 word poem
TAGGED: 5/23
I've been tagged by Peggy! My 5'th sentence in my 23rd post is "the opposite of love is indifference ...". Thats kind of it. Hard to say for certain as I was going through a split with my old-friend, 'punctuation'. Also, had to pick from Ricercar cz I dont have 23 posts here!
Here are my offerings to the sacrifice:
Parna
Aparna
Arundhati
Austere
Maddie
and here are the rules:
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five other people to do the same.
Parting shot: an interesting post here: vulturo, on gandhi
Originally posted @ Prerona.
Here are my offerings to the sacrifice:
Parna
Aparna
Arundhati
Austere
Maddie
and here are the rules:
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
5. Tag five other people to do the same.
Parting shot: an interesting post here: vulturo, on gandhi
Originally posted @ Prerona.
55 Words (Disclaimer: Tagged)
Dying to be free
She looked down at her family and smiled. Childlike, gathered around the sofa, by the window. Some cried. Some stared. Some kept repeating: "i don't understand".
Only the body on the sofa stared straight up at her. in an unblinking, toneless gaze. like a tuneless song. she felt sad, guilty, but most of all: liberated.
Was tagged by Aparna. Will need to put a little thought into who I tag this time round. Since this was my second go, I really wanted to do something 'happy', but found it very hard. Will try again after a bit. These days my online time is really restricted.
Only the body on the sofa stared straight up at her. in an unblinking, toneless gaze. like a tuneless song. she felt sad, guilty, but most of all: liberated.
Was tagged by Aparna. Will need to put a little thought into who I tag this time round. Since this was my second go, I really wanted to do something 'happy', but found it very hard. Will try again after a bit. These days my online time is really restricted.
Was tagged into this by Parna, so here goes, in my bungling (55) words:
"He was excited: this was a break-through in his field. He'd be a national hero. The phone-calls started coming: newspapers, journals. A loud ringing sounded. A man in grey approached and put a peremptory hand on his shoulder. He frowned at the gaurd; then sighing, followed. Inmates of the assylum werent allowed outside after dark."
"The child kept crying; could she sense that her doting Papa would never return? She rocked it gently and thought: her love, would never come home again. Far away, the man sighed as the black mask was pulled on. His lawyer had fought hard, but they still gave the death penalty for child rape."
She glowed with excitement. She was going to meet him! She had to be careful: if someone from her family saw her, there might be trouble. She had waited a long time, believing there was someone, somewhere made just for her, and now she had found him. She met him on her birthday: her 60th.
"Unlike her home, this place had everything she might need. A smiling face bent down: her new Mummy. She swallowed her fears and smiled back. She missed her Ma's soft wrinkly face. She had to forget Her and love these people now. Ma had explained everything carefully after the accident they had both died in."
Now i have tag a couple of people ... dont kill me: looking forward to reading what u will come up with (not to mention, would like to spread the pain ;@))
Vie
Austere
Anumita
Belzeebub
Peg
Ash
Maddie
"He was excited: this was a break-through in his field. He'd be a national hero. The phone-calls started coming: newspapers, journals. A loud ringing sounded. A man in grey approached and put a peremptory hand on his shoulder. He frowned at the gaurd; then sighing, followed. Inmates of the assylum werent allowed outside after dark."
"The child kept crying; could she sense that her doting Papa would never return? She rocked it gently and thought: her love, would never come home again. Far away, the man sighed as the black mask was pulled on. His lawyer had fought hard, but they still gave the death penalty for child rape."
She glowed with excitement. She was going to meet him! She had to be careful: if someone from her family saw her, there might be trouble. She had waited a long time, believing there was someone, somewhere made just for her, and now she had found him. She met him on her birthday: her 60th.
"Unlike her home, this place had everything she might need. A smiling face bent down: her new Mummy. She swallowed her fears and smiled back. She missed her Ma's soft wrinkly face. She had to forget Her and love these people now. Ma had explained everything carefully after the accident they had both died in."
Now i have tag a couple of people ... dont kill me: looking forward to reading what u will come up with (not to mention, would like to spread the pain ;@))
Vie
Austere
Anumita
Belzeebub
Peg
Ash
Maddie
55 Words (Disclaimer: Tagged)
Was tagged into this by Parna, so here goes, in my bungling (55) words:
"He was excited: this was a break-through in his field. He'd be a national hero. The phone-calls started coming: newspapers, journals. A loud ringing sounded. A man in grey approached and put a peremptory hand on his shoulder. He frowned at the gaurd; then sighing, followed. Inmates of the assylum werent allowed outside after dark."
"The child kept crying; could she sense that her doting Papa would never return? She rocked it gently and thought: her love, would never come home again. Far away, the man sighed as the black mask was pulled on. His lawyer had fought hard, but they still gave the death penalty for child rape."
She glowed with excitement. She was going to meet him! She had to be careful: if someone from her family saw her, there might be trouble. She had waited a long time, believing there was someone, somewhere made just for her, and now she had found him. She met him on her birthday: her 60th.
"Unlike her home, this place had everything she might need. A smiling face bent down: her new Mummy. She swallowed her fears and smiled back. She missed her Ma's soft wrinkly face. She had to forget Her and love these people now. Ma had explained everything carefully after the accident they had both died in."
Now i have tag a couple of people ... dont kill me: looking forward to reading what u will come up with (not to mention, would like to spread the pain ;@))
Vie
Austere
Anumita
Belzeebub
Peg
Ash
Maddie
Originally posted @ http://prerona.blogspot.com/2005/09/55-words-disclaimer-tagged.html
Originally posted @ http://prerona.blogspot.com/2005/09/friday-blues-indigo-skies.html
"He was excited: this was a break-through in his field. He'd be a national hero. The phone-calls started coming: newspapers, journals. A loud ringing sounded. A man in grey approached and put a peremptory hand on his shoulder. He frowned at the gaurd; then sighing, followed. Inmates of the assylum werent allowed outside after dark."
"The child kept crying; could she sense that her doting Papa would never return? She rocked it gently and thought: her love, would never come home again. Far away, the man sighed as the black mask was pulled on. His lawyer had fought hard, but they still gave the death penalty for child rape."
She glowed with excitement. She was going to meet him! She had to be careful: if someone from her family saw her, there might be trouble. She had waited a long time, believing there was someone, somewhere made just for her, and now she had found him. She met him on her birthday: her 60th.
"Unlike her home, this place had everything she might need. A smiling face bent down: her new Mummy. She swallowed her fears and smiled back. She missed her Ma's soft wrinkly face. She had to forget Her and love these people now. Ma had explained everything carefully after the accident they had both died in."
Now i have tag a couple of people ... dont kill me: looking forward to reading what u will come up with (not to mention, would like to spread the pain ;@))
Vie
Austere
Anumita
Belzeebub
Peg
Ash
Maddie
Originally posted @ http://prerona.blogspot.com/2005/09/55-words-disclaimer-tagged.html
Originally posted @ http://prerona.blogspot.com/2005/09/friday-blues-indigo-skies.html