Hit or Miss?

He : I am missing you, my dear.

She: Really? Hmm..

He: Don't you?

She: No..

He: Huh? Don't you love me?

She: I love you more than myself.

He: But then, you don't miss me, huh?

She: No dear, I would 'miss' you if I ever felt that you were not with me. You are always in my heart, so near,how can I miss you?

He: Oh really? That's so sweet!! [ Hangs up and whispers," I guess, now I don't have to feel guilty that I wasn't really missing her!! Love mera hit hit, soniye" ]

:)

Mine that was, is no more!

I am unable to access my, I mean MY gmail account !! :( Someone has hacked my password and changed the same. Doesn't that answer why my orkut account looked weird with unknown communities getting added like nobody's business? I am head over heals to get my authority back on it, will take an other couple of hours before it happens,I believe. I hope, at least after couple of hours.

What the hell?! Mine that was, all along, refuses to accept me! You know how it feels like, don't you? Hurts!

Priority Scheduling

To prioritise is important, more so in a busy life. But what and when?

Today, one of those multiple situations, when you really don't know what to do. Have some important work at office and at the same time, some very important guests to entertain at home. To feel guilty about not giving some time ,once in a while, to familial commitments or to refrain from office work, which is eternally critical, for one day? Real dilemma.

Not sure, today I chose the former one. Very often, I choose the latter option. But then, how does it matter, guilt feeling does kill. And being physically and mentally in two different places, serves less good.

Dog-fights

A couple of days ago, one of our relatives visited us. When our dogs were lazing around on the floor on a Sunday afternoon,

Dad: These are our pets, Moti and Rakshi.

Relative: For how long have they been here?

Dad: Well, he is here (pointing at Moti) for 12 years and she (pointing at Rakshi) for 10 years.

Relative: Really? Nice, that's a long time. Out of curiosity, don't the dogs fight with each other?

Dad: No, they don't. They have been together for long, they know each other well.

Me : Come on, papa! If being together for long meant no fights, then no husband and wife should fight with each other. We need to give the doggies, their due credit.

Relative: Ha ha ha ...Point!

Dad: Hmmm....

I promise

As I gaze at the snap that captured one of our good times together, I feel lost. That snap, the one in the living room, got it? Still not? Man.. hadn't you torn apart a beautiful wedding card to handcraft an even more beautiful photo-frame to frame it? Yes, that one.

Ok, I tell you. Please come back soon. I promise to not comment ( for long) that your shirts are boring and your hair-style is funny. I won’t even say that you have grown fatter, ok ?
*If that is not enough, I will resist fights too.
(*conditions apply).

Threat

... a serious one at that!

If Orkut application does not come up with security, or offending folks/viruses around in the cybersphere don't start minding their own businesses, I threaten to withdraw myself from the Orkut magnetism. I mean it.

Nagging rubbish really, of late more bane than boon it is bringing along. Automatically, some communities get added, those which I have not known or heard of! There will be changes in the "About me" section to an extent that makes me wonder if I really know much about me!! Too much to bear with! A stake to identity, not excusable, isn't it?

Just one good thing, if at all, it has has done is to add me into the zoozoo fan club, something I concur with. Even then, I say I could have pretty well managed that all my myself, thankyou.

Nip me or not?

It’s dark in here
I hear, it’s darker yet, outside
For me, for souls like me.
A soul like me, you ought to tell

For reasons unknown,
The hatred on me, fears me
Clinging to you, tight
Does it hurt, momma?

Will you nip me or give life?
Either way, you are saving me.
But promise me, you will never cry
Now or later, with me or without.
Do you hear me?
A soul like me, you ought to..

Hurt or Heart-felt?

Blame me not if I hurt you

No control I own

On emotions or words

For I am carefree with you,

With you alone...

Is that why, I hurt you ?

Hurt you the the most,

So often, so much?

Necessity, Mother, Discovery

My tech-savvy brother and myself broke every cell of our gray matter before we got the new cordless phone that was gifted by a friend,installed at home. It looked cryptic ( signature of an imported material,maybe) and took a lot of reading and understanding of the manual before we got it right,yesterday. More credit to brother there.
Today, none at home but mom. She was not given Knowledge transfer of the way to use that cryptic device. I tried calling her for some urgent information. After not getting response for 3-4 times , I realised she must be facing difficulty in using the device. Another ten minutes, there comes the call from that device to my mobile.

"I tried a couple of things and I got it! " ,she said. Wow... necessity indeed made my mother discover it .

Waiting to wait

Hugs
Kisses
Tears
Smiles
Hand-shakes
Bouquets
Byes

I saw all of them at one place on Friday night. No, I wasn't watching any Bollywood movie in a theatre; the Airport, you see.

By the way, it's extremely tough to see someone off, more so if it's your spouse. But then, I was a sport, wasn't I, dear?

Waiting to wait in front of the Arrival section.... soon.

But when?

Mamma in the living room, reading news paper. Sanju back from school, dropping the bag on sofa, runs towards her.

Sanju, Why don't you remove shoes before entering in? How many times do I tell you?

Sorry Mamma...

Ok....be a good boy next time.

Yes mamma. You know what!!!, I have a good news for you.

Is it? What, baby?

This time, I stood first in the class !!!

Mamma kisses Sanju on his forehead

Wow!! Way to go,baby. Very well done. That's like my boy!!!

What about the promise, mamma?

What Promise? ... ah that one, ok dear, I will take you to the amusement park.

No ... not that.

What else do you want, dear?

You had told last year that papa will come home when I stand first in the class.

A drop or two of tears and she runs into the room and locks the door.

Sanju knocks on the door, not to be opened.

Mamma, sorry... next time I will not walk into the house with shoes still on. I will be a good boy.

Mamma cries uncontrollably inside the room, staring at the roof. Lumps in her throat. No answers in her mind.

Birthday or Achievement?

Not sure of the source as I read it a number of years ago. But, it touched me . "After 25, celebrate achievements, not birthdays", someone had told or quoted. However, it makes a lot of sense.

As I turn 27 today, not sure why umpteen number of phone calls, scraps or treats could not make me get excited about the day at all . Feeling happy is a different thing, which I did for all the wishes from near and dear. But the excitement part, not sure why, was missing.

For the first time in life, I have treated the day quite as much as I would take any other day.
Ageing huh?

With no achievements yet, need to go a long way for an occasion to celebrate!

God can't either!

There is no one person on Earth who can please everyone. Not one!

I guess, God can't too; Otherwise, why would there be Vishnu, Shiva, Allah and Jesus?!