Pooja

is really not the best writer going.

So she is going to have to just make it all count. And super-fast.

Might I add, she is super-scared too. Super-so.

Sunday funday?!

The best half of another Sunday wasted on inanities. Sigh. Hard-knock life it is - that too minus the drama most times.

Why do all my posts end up looking like extended twitter updates of late?

But it's just half the day that's gone. I'm off to see the Wizard now. The wonderful Wizard of Oz. And he's hanging around with the King of Spades these days. And with this Cacofonix who knows the lyrics to every possible song (though he claims to be not too proud of it).

Full circle

This is how I feel once again. Life comes full circle. Sigh.

PS: Concentric circles maybe?

Another 'Dhurrrr'

I'm feeling rather pointless. This is a continuation of the earlier post. Another of those 'What am I doing?' whines. I like my job on the good days. I can whiz through with nervous energy on the bad ones. But the neither-here-neither-there days just get my goat. And the new work timings aren't helping either.

"Sure," you say, "Blame it on the timings again."

Make way please

"Make way. Make way. Let me pass."

It was an authoritarian, female voice accompanied with a light tinkling and heavy steps. She clearly had somewhere to go. Some place important. And she was late.

Almost a score of people in holiday mode were crowding the pavement, admiring the little lake off the main road. But she brought them to attention. They lined up horizontally (without any rehearsal whatsoever), keeping the lake behind them, making way for her to pass.

As for her, she looked neither left nor right, briskly walking straight ahead, the bells on her collar tinkling on. This, my friends, was a cow on a mission.

Tea

There's something special about earthen pots and ginger tea - something that goes missing in the mug. Except that one time on a bandh day when the chaiwala puts his all into pleasing his solitary group of customers with the steaming brown liquid in a dettol-washed glass.

The bhaanrs are so hot to touch, that all concentration is on not dropping the tea - you don't want to get scalded. You blow softly over the surface, wondering if some khaari biscuits with coconut stuffing could be an add-on. You sip slowly, gingerly, taking care not to burn your tongue. The sips get larger, till you're left emptying the contents down your throat. And then you tilt the bhaanr and strain for the last drop.

It's peaceful.

There should be more things like this.

Of ACs and cows

Uff... long day. Nearly 10 hours. Tomorrow's going to be longer. But the AC in office is godsend. For a change I'm not even grumblebumming about the long day.

There was something I wrote down this morning to copy-paste here, but it is not to be found. I also heard this awesome cow song: http://travel.webshots.com/video/3099383350079233465

I have this fascination for cows. I want to own one called Daisy someday to ride to work. Just hope she doesn't get scared off by the crazy autos at Chandni.

I wish I were a fish

I got 5 comments 24 hours after my long-delayed post-Holi post. What can I say? I'm touched and I feel happy inside.

It's been a crazily busy day at work, but the good kind. I'll go home whistling. Hell, I already am. ilovekolkata.in is getting a new look :)

Today was one of those days when I really really wanted to get to work. The AC was the bait on this 40-plus-degree day, and I bit it.

I wish I were a fish. My boyfriend is one. But he has no fins. Moo is one too, but with a name like Moo, who would ever believe it.

S.O.S. call

I need truckloads of money. And even more free time. Then I will sit and write an earthshakingly brilliant bestselling book that will bring me still more truckloads of money.

Sigh. Such a nice dream come true that would be.

I'm blogging from work. A first this is. What this means is though, that long posts are a no-no. I would like to do this daily, or on alternate days or even weekly. But sigh... Work seems to have wound me around its crafty l'il finger, and I'm too gutless currently to unentangle myself.

Somebody please rescue me. Send in your donations. I need to get those trucks loaded.