Sunday, October 16, 2011
Dreamin'
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Random Thoughts
Drat, the figures just don’t tie up.........
Tie – I need to buy one for Bobby’s birthday gift. Have to think of a colour.
Will Obama look nice with a blonde coloured hair?
Is he equipped to tackle the economic meltdown?
My waist need a meltdown – don’t want all that gajar halwa, peanut jaggery bar showing themselves so ostensibly
Hey, I think there’s gajar halwa in today’s lunch menu
Boss: Nandini, you’ve been staring at those reconciliation figures for more than ten minutes. Take a break – get your mind off for a while. Let random thoughts flow in, and then get back to attacking that problem.
Me: Sure, let me go check out today’s lunch menu.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Coffee time tale
Suddenly one of those huge prosperous looking cars drew up alongside the pavement, and one of those “Sethji” looking guys stepped out. Even though, the chauffer had skillfully parked the car, the parking ticket walla emerged from one of the nondescript stalls, and started waving his arms. All this to suggest that he had helped in getting the chauffer to park the car properly. I am sure he was hoping for a little tip from “Sethji” once he got back to the car. Seth ji in the meanwhile, had already walked on towards the shops, oblivious to the parking walla’s gestures. Suddenly I saw Chottu, the cobbler boy, running towards Seth ji, and incoherently shouting out something. He was holding out a smart, black wallet in his hand. I stood by to watch the tamasha.
Chottu was tingling with excitement by the time he reached Sethji. Ohh, I thought, Chottu was anticipating a big tip while returning Sethji his dropped wallet. Chottu’s sharp eyes had helped him today.
Sethji took his wallet rather matter of factly from Chottu (probably he was used a retinue of servants handing him back his dropped things). He then held out a Rs20 note for Chottu.
Chottu: Sir, mujhe kafi de do
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Wish Me
Yippee another new number to live in……
Ok guys here’s a quiz for you -
The number I am turning into is the reverse of the year I was born in, and if you add the 2 numbers, you will get a decade. :-) :-)
Got it???....well go figure, while I prepare to indulge in whole lot of goodies. After all I read somewhere that “Birthdays are nature’s way of telling us to eat more cake”
What now?
You still haven’t got the number……Ohhh Okie – you wish me for my birthday (I do need all your good wishes to enjoy my nice new number), and I’ll give you the answer to the quiz.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Nandinism flourish
Nandinism has been induced in Urban Dictionary. Have sent in a few of my own words, and some have been published, others not.
Have a read, and see if you like them, identify with them, disapprove of them or find them entertaining………….
Excitoning - While talking on the phone, getting the tone of your voice to sound excited when the person you are talking to is narrating something interesting in his or her life.
(Published)
Example -
A; Do you realize you were on the phone for the last half hour
B: Yeah, my son was talking about his football match and I was excitoning wih him.
Staretch - A long stare, seeming to stretch on and on.
(Not published)
Example –
Jenny: Why do you have a frown on your face?
Alice: Look at the bloke in the next cubicle, he has been looking at me for the last 5 minutes, without even blinking.
Jenny: Ohh thats Roger, he's famous in the office for staretching at new people.
Coffee h2h - Having a heart to heart (h2h) conversation with your colleague during a coffee break, while at work.
(Published)
Example -
A: "Susan, where have you been? The boss has been calling you"
Susan: "I was having a Coffee h2h with B"
A: "Huh?"
Susan: "Ohh a heart to heart conversation during the coffee break"
St In T - Means "stuck in Traffic"
(Not published)
Example -
A: "Hello, where are you? Been waiting for quite a while now"
B: "I am StInT"
A" "What?"
B: "Ohh I am stuck in traffic"
Wow Woo Vow - Getting enamored (Wow), Wooing the person and getting married (Vow) n a jiffy. A whirlwind romance culminating in marriage in a very short time.
(Published)
Example -
A: "I got Jack and Jill's wedding card. Didnt know they were going around."
B: "Its a case of Wow Woo Vow. She wowed him during the Halloween party, he wooed her all through Thanksgiving, and now they will take the Vow by Christmas."
Dragonire - Extremely angry. So angry that smoke seems to be bellowing out of his/her nostrils (like a dragon)
(Not published)
Example -
Me: "Hello. Sis, I broke Mom's favourite vase. Has she discovered it? Is it safe to come home now?"
Sis: "You better stay out real late. Mom's seen it and is now in a state of dragonire"
Coffee Gulush - Having your morning coffee while on the fly. Just gulp the coffee and rush out.
(Not published)
Example – My wife makes the perfect coffee gulush in the morning. The coffee temperature and quantity is just right. I rush out of the bedroom, gulp the coffee and rush out to catch the 7.10 bus
Monday, October 19, 2009
Recession
I figured since she’d helped me in the past, I wouldn’t let my sense of gratitude be victimized by the big R. And even though it meant that both of us would have to tighten our belts, it was OK……With the R haze all around, I had considerably lessened the cake, ice cream, cheese and mushrooms, chocolate mouse and adopted the bread, milk, potato and cabbage routine. My paunch was flattening out – the belt tightening was but natural.
The other day I went to see this blue blooded friend of mine, since she had just delivered a baby. I was shocked to see a white metal spoon in the baby’s mouth instead of a silver spoon. Ohh gee, I tell you, what recession can do.
But this one takes the cake (oops should it read as bread???) –
During our weekly departmental meeting with the boss, he started in his usual fiery style by announcing “The company needs change”
“Pathetic” I thought, as I emptied out my pockets and placed on the table the few coins I had. The company was paying us peanuts, and to top it all they wanted our coins.
The glare my boss gave literally scorched me. Well, well looks like the boss’s mean streak had not diminished due to recession.
I guess some things never change even when R is on prowl. Sigh !!!!
Monday, April 13, 2009
Shoed Away
His grandparents had to wear khadi, look like one of the masses, and ensure they went to jail during the freedom struggle….and viola they had it made. His parents too had to be seen in the typical politician attire, talk a bit about scientific progression of our country(like computers and ATMs being available to all) to get in the modern feel for the vast majority of rural masses, and they had it made. However, in this day & age, being a politician and maintaining a smart image was a tough thing to do. Akash had to take a public stand on some matters which the youth (and this class was a very smart class) believed in. He had to look smart – just khadi & topi wouldn’t do, he had to speak smart, be tech savy.
His big test (elections) was a month away, and he’d enrolled himself for most of the classes a successful politician would. Shastriji came to teach him chaste Hindi – often different dialects. The speech writer got him up to speed with the latest happenings. A techie wizard kept Akash knowledgeable about the latest gizmos. A style guru, and a yoga instructor took care of his image, diet, posture and what not.
All was being taken care of.
The shoe dodge project became Akash’s mother’s mission. A plot was hatched……
Step 1 was getting Akash to have a controversial speech. His mother found an issue and semi wrote the speech. It was all about anti reservations for students
Step 2 involved getting the correct “thrower”. After careful sorting through likely candidates, the gardener’s son was chosen. He was to appear as a college student who believed strongly on reservations for backward classes.
Step 3 was getting the venue for delivering the speech. Couple of “meaningful” telephone calls from Akash’s mother’s office and one of the private universities called Akash to deliver the speech in its hallowed portals. The students of the college were inundated with advertisements about Akash’s speech, and lectured on how important it was to attend .
Step 4 was to enact the entire drama. So each morning Akash stood at the make shift podium in his garden. The gardener’s son was placed at a correct distance and angle. And the correct timing for the shoe attack was drawn up. For a week the thrower practiced the length & force of his throw. Such was the zeal, and so rigorous was the training, even an Aussie pacer would be put to shame. Akash learnt to duck the shoe with much more agility than say a Ganguly would show against a rising delivery.
Akash paused, and for effect repeated his earlier line. Still nothing. He again paused and actually took a sip from the glass of water placed before him. Nothing happened. Akash started to sweat, his sulk came on. He no longer cared for the speech……something was wrong. Why didn’t the shoe came hurtling at him. Why on earth was his “make him famous speech” not happening the way he wanted it to. Morosely Akash continued his speech. He barely heard the students, and stormed out of the room after finishing. His plan had literally been shoed away.
Once in his car, he rang up the entire team and demanded an explanation about the non incident. He needed to know where the gardener’s son was and why the shoe wasn’t hurled. People scurried about trying to trace the culprit, and the reason of his absence.
After a couple of hours the gardener’s son was traced and hauled up in front of a furious Akash and his stony mother. The poor chap managed to blabber out that when he was presented the swanky sterilized shoe, he fell in love with it so much that parting with it seemed a crime. He decided to use his old shoe, the one with which he had practiced. However Akash’s security team would just not allow him to carry the old tattered shoe. And so the plan had to be skittled.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
I'm tied up on Val Day
“Whatcha doing this Valentine’s Day?”…..this is the annual question I get asked by most & sundry near about 14th Feb.
Well this year my response is probably one of the whackiest I can give “Nothing much – I’m getting married” And as I stand back & get a kick out of the questioner’s reaction, the devil in me laconically smirks & reminds me “Princess nice to see you enjoying their reaction – but are you sure the ultimate joke is not on you” !!!!!! :)
Pffff ……why oh why is the devil in me usually so true. As I stand on the brink of changing from single to better half, there are a zillion thoughts, which run, gallop & do the salsa in my mind.
For one – why does “single” have such a nice jingle to it…and why does being married reduce you to half (albeit a better one). Uhhh ok, I’ve heard umpteen marriage jokes from the same set of “most & sundry”…and have figured out that the other sex would mumble “atleast you fancy yourself as a half, we usually are finished when we get married !!!”
Hehehehe…..with my future based on such juxtaposes, and many other concepts, this Valentine Day tryst seems one hell of a roller coaster ride.
Some of the concepts read like –
The Friends in law Concept – you know, this concept of his friends feeling that I’ve got a lucky break & my friends thinking similar of him. I get a boost seeing how my friends feel that I’m way too better for any man on earth, and the to be spouse is constantly judged in that light & attempted to be educated accordingly. …….But then I suddenly realize, so is the same for the opposite camp….after all according to them, I’m shades paler to their friend.
Friends will after all be friends :-))
The Pati, patni aur woh Concept – aha…the mysterious “woh”…In our case it translates into pati, patni aur Wo(h)rk………..yup “Work” – the one responsible for taking up most of our attention & time. Until we realize that conscious effort is needed to ward of the charms of seductor/seductress called work.
The We are the Universe Concept – Ok, I’ve heard this Men are from Mars & Women from Venus thingy from time immemorial…..and all of it seems so easy & the perfect explanation for all that cannot be explained when Martians & Venus residents interact…..But then sudden bursts of soul speak remind me that at the end of it both Mars & Venus belong to the same solar system. So some things have just gottta be adjusted to fit into the same universe. I, me, myself has to probably merge into us, we, couple…..I don’t know what !!!!
And as I tie myself up securely to enter into the fantastic roller coaster ride, I know the journey’s gonna be anything but staid….we’ll be hurtling at breakneck speed most times, be stopped upside down in mid air, travel through all the twists and turns of an adventurous coaster………
But still hope for a win-win game....... Guess why? B’cos it’s a fantastic team we’re dependant upon –
Super coaches who know us through & through & advise accordingly – ie parents
Buddy team members – our siblings with their bit of street smart support & understanding
Fantastic cheer leaders – ie friends who egg us on & spread the cheer in each of our endeavours.
So, as I tie up for Valentine’s Day, I cant help but let out a loud “Yipppe here I come” !!!!!
Saturday, January 24, 2009
3 Dozen
My madness level - yo, its just the same, no reduction (thank God)
My funny bone - seems pretty much ok (its not creaking or anything as yet)
My sense of humor - The nonsensical limit is as high as it always was.
My halo - Shining brightly (thankGod the horns are not showing ;-))
Wow - so my report card looks pretty good....most of me just seems as it always was
So 36 - allow me to live you well....its the first time in my life I got the number....and I just about have a year to live it !!!! :-))
Monday, January 12, 2009
Winter
Autumn rolled back his rust-gold cloak and Winter descended in her pristine white gown.
Surveying her playground almost scornfully, she wafted down. Crossing the mountains, she blew kisses, and it turned foggy. Descending further, she twirled her gown, flakes of snow floated about. She smiled, snow started to form ice.
Winter sighed, the valley shivered.
Sleighs, snowmen, bonfires dotted the landscape. Bears hibernated, birds flew south. It was a kaleidoscope of blankets, mufflers, sweaters, heaters. Rosy cheeks, red noses, huddled people .Hot chocolate, soups, coffee, dry fruits, cognacs.
Winter happily surveyed her handiwork. She loved to linger on. However she saw Spring was already laying out his veil of new green.
Winter sighed before rolling back, and the valley shivered for the one last time that season.
When Winter reached back, the other Seasons gave her the customary high fives & hugs. Winter knew she’d done her job well for another year.
Thursday, December 25, 2008
The Night Before Christmas
A tired Mrs. Claus flopped down in the rocking chair. Sipping her Cognac, and nibbling on plum cake, she thought about the last few weeks. Boosting the elves morale, grooming reindeers until they glowed, supplying endless cups of coffee while Santa worked nights, repairing the sleigh.
Rudolf was content with his red nose, but this year all the others wanted theirs streaked blue. The elves wanted swanky jackets, and a retreat to Mauritius after Christmas Eve work was over. Santa wanted the turkey and plum pudding done just about right when he came back from his work on Christmas Eve. It was madness, and now, while the world celebrated, the night before Christmas, she was alone, tired, and without her man. But she was very proud of Santa’s work, and endured her lonely night with patience and understanding.
As always, God had invited her to His special dinner, and as always she’d declined, preferring to get her tiredness off at home. However she did accept God’s special initiatives for her. This year she’d chosen Elvis to sing for her.
So this night before Christmas, she curled up on her chair, switched on the screen to track Santa’s progress, and gestured Elvis to croon his numbers for her. As “Are you lonesome tonight” filled the air, she smiled, rocking slightly, and gazed proudly at Santa on the screen. She loved to see the joy & glee on all those whom Santa had already visited.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Cupid wants you....
Probably an ideal write up nearer Valentine's Day - but since I'd written it a while back, thought might as well put it up here (so that you sign in as Cupid's assistant long before Val Day)
Cupid’s work life’s in jeopardy. Big Boss is displeased.
Shooting his arrow on a victim is easy. But the work behind it is tedious. It takes time filling each arrow with the love potion, which in itself is pure and hard to get. The potion is cooked in the pot of beauty, on the fire of patience, selflessness & kindness - and the side effect of the potion is filtered blindness ( blindness to the flaws of its victims). A big portion of commitment & trust is added to the stew...and then atlast its ready. All this is done in the hallowed portals of Big Boss's factory.However, Cupid's opposite number from Satan’s team is acting faster. He’s mass produced arrows, filled it with cheap juice, and shoots blindly. People are falling in lust, and even before Cupid can shoot the love arrow, the side effects of the cheap juice ensure jealousy hit the victims harder, leaving the heart (exactly where the love potion is injected) scarred.
Cupid needs help – more helping hands, more conducive hearts. He’s on a recruiting spree – do you wanna join his team?
(Guys, I wont blame you if you start hummng "Stupid Cupid" while reading this :-))Saturday, August 9, 2008
5 Seconds of Drama
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Animal Instincts
Lying in the crib, he often heard his sister chirping like a sparrow, and mother cooing to him a cuckoo. This made him gurgle, which sounded just like the purr of a contented kitten.
The first day he went to school, he was amazed at all the noise the children were making – it all sounded like dozens of chattering monkeys. Soon mother hen came into class, and garnered in her flock. It was as if the monkeys had all turned into flocks of sheep, being herded into the field to graze on the grass of education & learning. He was sharp, and hoped to become as wise as on owl…..but he also learnt painfully that he could only croak as a frog when it came to singing.
Life went on, he had many friends, but his best friend was always beside him when he needed him. Forever loyal, egging him on when he felt low, standing by him, when he needed support, always happy to meet him…..like the loyal, faithful dog.
College opened up new vistas. He learnt that to be at the top, a couple of them were as sly as a fox, and slimy as the snake. They didn’t mind undercutting all, and striking unexpectedly. It was poisonous to associate with them. However, he had grown up from the kitten to resemble a lion cub. There was a royal air about him, and he knew that he wanted to rule the jungle at some point.
After post grad he entered a prestigious B-School. All this was in preparation to be the king….he was basically growing his mane, and sharpening his claws.. He learnt how to deal with the unknown threats like the crocodiles waiting under the surface, to tear you apart, or the scorpions ready to sting you to death if you crossed their path. But he was sure of one thing, that in the rat race, he wasn’t going to be the rat, but the lion.
B-school finished, and he entered the world of investment banking. He’d entered the jungle and his hunting started. His skills made him get in good meat for the firm. He prospered.
He was gregarious by nature, so attracted many creatures. At social functions, there was always a bevy of beauties eyeing him, and his prosperity. But somehow, to him they resembled a pack of peacocks, preening about, showing off their beauty. Once he came across an elusive, beautiful girl. She was mysterious, charming, and looked vulnerable. Too good to be true…and that’s how it remained…..she always remained out of reach and mystical for him. He termed her as the unicorn. Beautiful, magical, yet never sure whether it was real.
Years rolled by, to no one’ surprise, he soon got the corner room at the office. He had now officially become the king of the jungle, the lion. Hunting was no longer a challenge for him. His roar was easily heard, and respected. Most bowed down to the lion . During one of his hunting jaunts, he saw her. She had just acquired the corner room in her office. She was sleek, fast, and her eyes glowed. Her movements were catlike and graceful. He knew instantly that he’d found his lioness.
Marriage was obvious. Lions are family oriented, and when his son was born, that old ox like aunt of his remarked “Ooooh doesn’t he look like a little kitten.”
He smiled – life had come a full circle.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Earthy Tantrums
Earth was feeling jealous, and her blue haze actually turned a little green.
“Why was Sun giving more attention to that small little satellite…..and the Moon was no less – basking in the light of Sunny attention. Huh!!!!! I’ll block out the Moon completely – that’ll teach her a lesson”
Earth fretted & fumed for a couple of days….and then realized that full moon day was approaching soon. The Moon really showed herself off a lot on full moon day. She even inspired a whole lot of earthlings to write about her beauty.
Earth thought, “If only half the people who kept mooning about that satellite wrote something about her, she wouldn’t feel so bad. But wait till full moon day – I’ll block her off completely.”
So Earth positioned herself….and her shadow cut the Sun’s light off completely. The Moon was blocked out.
“Aha this is nice – just block out that pesky white shining satellite. No more poems on the Moon, no more gazing out at the moon….and the Sun too will forget you by the by. But wait, I’ll have to do this for a long period of time – only then will people forget the Moon. So I’ll not rotate anymore – I have to hold on to my position….the Moon has to be shut out. My shadow completely blocks her off today – this has to go on for atleast another month.”
24 hours passed – and lo behold the Earth just did not move. Her jealousy made her stop in her tracks – her only thought being that the Moon must be blocked out.
The earthlings were all puzzled, most were in a state of panic, The scientists did not how to explain the phenomenon of lunar eclipse for 2 nights consecutively. The religious heads were sure that Armageddon was not far away.
Up somewhere, the Big Boss sighed. He had to do some talking to with Earth…..So He came by visiting her. The sight of Big Boss gave Earth the shivers, she felt ashamed, and understood how a twinge of a petty emotion had made her act so irresponsibly.
She looked within herself, and found the earthlings extremely puzzled and panicky. She had shivered wit shame, and the scientists were already studying the correlation of extended lunar eclipse to earth quakes.
Earth sighed and promised the Boss that she will never mess with His creation and cosmic plan. Boss smiled, and gave Earth a little pat which set her back in motion. She started rotating, her shadow moved on, and the moon was sighted again.
God thought “Alls well that ends well. Now I can sit back and see the comedy movie which will be put up by the earthling scientists. They will puzzle over the new phenomenon of lunar eclipses and earthquakes…..someone might even win the big prize the earthlings call Nobel, while doing a research over years and coming to some weird and obscure conclusion."
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Strength (Featured in Klash)
My smile?
Spinach?
“Spinach” was my scribbled answer.
The interviewer looked and remarked “Ms Sen we asked for your strength, not your eating habits”
Sigh!!!! Mom you were wrong.
I tried to smile – the interviewer just looked stony. Grandad you were wrong too.
I felt too weak to try my third strength.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Caught in CONnection
Cecelia, you're breaking my heart You're shaking my confidence daily…..My mobile was blaring out this number (yup that’s my ringtone for the season)….....Drat!!!! where on earth was it. I rummaged frantically through the sheaves of paper and managed to locate it atlast.
Ohhh an unknown number - now that I took so much time locating the phone, I might as well answer the call.
Me: "Hello"
A pause
Me: "Hello" (louder one)
"Hello" (a woman greeted me with a slight tremor in the voice, and lots of anxiety)
Me: "Yes" (quite impatiently….c’mon baby I have loads of work…and don’t really have time to chat you up)
Woman (now with slight angst, and more force) : "You better give the phone to Mr. Khattar, I need to speak to him….and tell him its Mrs. Khattar speaking, and I cant understand why you are answering his phone".
(Gosh!!!! Her voice sentences sounded more like a snap)
In the mili second I took to think “Hey whats up”, the women pressed on…
"Look I know whats going on….I want to speak to my husband…and you better leave him, I’m not going to let this go on".
Hey, Hey, Hey….chill girl………so that’s what all this is about. - in the 45 seconds of chatting I knew the Khattar family’s scenario.
Being fed with snippets of dinner time TV almost all week nights, airing lots of similar stuff, I desperately wanted to get into the Reality TV show mode and say………hold on to the edge of your seat, increase your tension, I’ll come back to you with my answer after the break…….
But alas, this was no reality TV show….Mrs. Kattar had to be told the truth pronto.
"Ahem", I cleared my throat….at least I could make it a little dramatic…….in a smooth low voice (which I hoped would calm Mrs. Khattar), I said : "Ma’am you have the wrong number – this phone does not belong to Mr. Khattar.”
Anti climax………
Mrs. Khattar : "Huh!!!! (relief had crept into her voice)….do you mean this number is not XXXXXXXXX"
Me: "Nope it isn’t, you’ve transposed the last two digits".
Mrs Khattar : "I’m so sorry" (she was perplexed, relieved, sorry all at once)
Me: "Its OK….why don’t you dial the correct number now….and have a nice day."
I disconnected before I could hear Mrs. K’s answer (if at all)
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Smoke Screen
Lady Volcano, and Sir Spitfire had taken care of their egg judiciously. No accident had happened until the egg cracked, and Smiley popped out. They were credible dragons, with nor abnormalities in fire spitting or fire balls shooting or smoke bellowing. Hence they could not understand what ailed their offspring, Smiley - why did he not have fire?
On the first day of hot summer, Volcano marched Smiley to school, hoping that Smiley would become the normal dragon in school.
But alas!!! Months rolled by, all the young dragons were into developing fire balls with their fire emissions, but Smiley could only manage lots of smoke. Smiley had already become the butt of many jokes, and he hardly had any friends.
During parents-teacher meet, the Wise One specially met Smiley’s parents. He explained to the dejected parents that Smiley wasn’t “disabled” or “abnormal”, just that he was slow and dyslexic. Sometime in life, he would be able to emit fire. But the parents worried about his future. How could Smiley remain in the clan if he did not work with his fire emissions like the other dragons.
Wise One tried to explain that Smiley did not have Fire, but he had an extraordinary ability with Smoke. Somehow he could emit strong, thick smoke, unlike anyone else, and that in itself was unique.
Smiley was hearing all this from behind the tree, and after seeing his parents’ sad faces, he ran back to his special cubby hole near the river. He loved sitting there and emitting smoke. He could even make figures out of his smoke emissions. He loved doing that but somehow the school did not encourage it.
At their last semester in school, one fateful evening, the students heard strange noises nearby. The old teacher trembled, and whispered that Humans were approaching. Most of the adult dragons were away, and with only few old teachers, and a bunch of students, the Humans would easily overpower them.
They had heard tales of how humans with piercing weapons had captured many of their clan, and taken them away for their amusement. It was pathetic to be a captive to the Humans – they ensured that a dragon’s spirit is broken.
The teachers did not know what to do, the students were asked to camouflage themselves and stop breathing so that fire emissions did not give them away.
Nearer, and nearer came the Humans, further and further shrank the dragons. Until they had reached the river bank and there was no place to escape. Captivity seemed certain. Some of the students whispered that they would rather jump into the river and end their lives than be caught by the humans.
Suddenly Smiley stood up. His belly was burning, his head humming, his heart beat louder than a hundred drums. He just knew what he had to do. The teachers tried to stop him, but to no avail. Smiley rushed forward, and climbed up the little hillock. He could see the Humans, and that suited his purpose. He started emitting smoke. Thick, white smoke. Next came a wave of black, acrid smoke. Soon the place was invisible. Nothing could be seen or smelt, apart from the acridness of the smoke. Smiley felt he could go on doing this forever. Strange he thought how his belly was filled with fire, he could feel it, but his emissions were smoke…..smoke, oh beautiful smoke, saviour smoke.
After an eternity, Smiley dared to stop. Nothing moved, the entire place was deserted. Smiley gingerly hopped down the cliff, and crept to the river bank where all his friends were hiding. He felt some dragon figures, and lay down quietly by them. It was hours before the smoke lifted a little. The teachers cautiously started rounding up the shell shocked students.
No Human sounds were audible. Slowly the dragons made their way back to their homes. When they reached the den, they found all the anxious parents huddled, most of the mothers had red eyes.
And then suddenly hell broke loose, all were hugging Smiley at once, his school pals had already lifted him up, Wise One was struggling to make a speech, Volcano was smothering Smiley with loving saliva, Spitfire had his chest puffed out. The other adult dragons were tapping their feet and making a lot of din. Smiley had saved the clan, and that too without any fire, without any fight, just by his smoke.
Smiley just smiled at Wise One, and then created a halo smoke formation and sat quietly below it, looking pleased as a punch.
Saturday, March 29, 2008
Girl or Boy???
A couple of months ago, I had thrown some words to all my friends, asking them to specify the Gender for these inanimate objects & then justify their belief.
Here are those priceless contributions from my friends & me -
(have a laugh...and please feel free to type in your view point)
PIZZA
1)MALE ....tasty in the beginning when u eat it and after finishing it gives u such a heavy feeling that u say that u should not have gone overboard with it.........
2)Female: They are carried on the pillion by guys. Also its good to have tough to digest
3)Pizza - female.. coz most of the ladies are always round like pizza
4)Pizza – Female - Covered with clothes - U ve 2 open it & have it ....
5)Pizza is a lot like sexy woman..... when it's good, it's really good....... when it's bad, it's still pretty good....ha ha ha
6)Pizza- Female - They are too heavy to digest easily
7)Pizza – Female – It has to put on different toppings (dress up) to look appealing & is always preferred hot…..no one likes just the base (a plain jane)
PEN
1) PEN : something worthwhile and always put to intelligent use and useful so FEMALE for sure!!
2) Pen are males - You have to hit on the head to make it work. Sometimes twisting works.
3) Pen......female....One loves to keep more and more..
4) Pen - female.. coz u always need to fill/refill like adding to their collection of saries/gold etc..etc
5) The pen is mightier than the sword if the sword is very short, and the pen is very sharp..... the shape and performance is of a true male ...... need to explain ???.... make it out ...
6) Pen – Male – It needs a strong, steady hand to hold it, then it performs beautifully – can even become mightier than the sword – whereas in a weak hand, it will just scribble along.
TELEPHONE
1)TELEPHONE : Definitely FEMALE.....everyone love's it and of course one can go on yakking on the phone as long as one wants....typical female trait
2) Telephone is female: At times they make a good sound, otherwise irritating. At times they relieve, otherwise bring worries from other's premises
3) Telephone ........female.....attracts for long gossips
4) Telephone - female.. no wonder both are always speaker on..
5) Telephone - Female - Every second person wants to use it
6) Nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if weather didn't change once in a while... and it is a female who talks for nothing holding the male phone near her cheeks ..... so phone is definitely a male ...kissing the woman
7) Telephone is Female – It loves to be held & talked to. When it calls out (rings), it likes to be answered.
CUSHION
1) Cushion : soft & nice....definitely FEMALE
2) Cushion is definitely NOT female - Its NO pain in the ass. I donno if its a male. Do we have a 3rd option?????
3) Cushion has to be....Female...soft
4) Cushion.. offcouse female.. tooo soft n sweet
5) A Cushion, where you lean and sleep, and dream of something we are not.... the supersoft is more a female in character physically
6) Cushion - male - You can press the way you want to
7) Cushion is obviously a female – actually almost mother like – giving relief to a tired back/shoulder/head….its soft & cuddly & one can rest on it to get tiredness away.
POTATO
1) Potato : MALE....eating it makes u put n weight and u end up being UGLY....
2) Potato is male. Girls need to cook something to make it gulp able. Otherwise its found in mud and murk
3) Potato has to be male....can visualize couch potatoes
4) Potato -- female like to b behind the curtain (potato in their skins)
5) A woman takes pride in covering her best part more than a male . She looks more sexy in cover.... like the potatoes .... best part of which is covered underground ......
6) Potato - Male - easily available
7) Potato is Male – found growing in darkness & dirt (underground), to pick it up, one has to dig a lot of dirt… tastes good only after its fried ,baked or cooked……looks awful in its natural state – very misshapen.
Me
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- I am seriously funny - sometimes serious & sometimes funny. This blog potrays my kind of sense(nothing common about it) Nandinisms.............................. *I'm a positive person - God's orders. He filled me up with B+ve blood..... *I'm always right. If I'm wrong, then its correct to be so - hence I'm always right.