Friday, March 30, 2012

Things That Make Me Go Hmmm



30 + 1 things that make me go hmmm..(one for each day of the month).

1. People who care (to say hi, to send an sms, for that late night phone call, to just simply be there and make me feel lucky).

2. Chocolate ice cream with chocolate sauce, topped with chocolate chips.

3. Mom and her unconditional love.

4. Living life on my terms.

5. Books.

6. Songs that make me go aww..

7. Cute kids that make go awww..

8. Anything new – from lipstick to linen to learning.

9. Compliments.

10. Chaat and other comfort food.

11. Waking up and then going back to sleep knowing that the whole day is mine to do as I please.

12. Pleasant surprises.

13. Smiles from total strangers

14. Greenery.

15. A perfect walk.

16. Text messages from that certain someone that makes me go awww.. (Come to think of it, I go awww a lot!!:)

17. Rain outside while am cuddled indoors with a good book and hot snacks.

18. Creativity.

19. Cold drink on a hot day.

20. Comfy home clothes.

21. Foot rubs.

22. Cooking (especially if that dish I am making comes out the way I expect it to).

23. Belly aching laugh.

24. Giving gifts and watching the person’s face light up.

25. Offering support and knowing that you made a difference.

26. Shopping. (and finding that perfect buy).

27. Hugs.

28. A good cry and feeling refreshed afterwards with new thoughts and perspectives

29. Solving a problem.

30. Unexpected help when you need it the most.

+ 1. Writing, especially if it is lists like these:)


Request those reading this to add their own.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Black is Beautiful




Once there lived a cat called Snowy. Now, you’d think that a cat with a name like that would have been snow white in color, but actually Snowy was black as coal. She was named Snowy by a little girl called, Millie, who had a wicked sense of humor. Snowy was very proud of her color and loved her glossy black fur and licked it till it shone. Millie loved her a lot too and was always giving her little treats to eat, bits of tasty fish and creamy milk.

Snowy had everything a little cat would want. A lovely comfortable basket to lie in, a clockwork mouse to chase that Millie used to wind up for her, lots of toys to play with including a ball of wool that Snowy loved to unwind. But more than her toys, Snowy loved the creamy milk that Millie poured into her bowl and could never have enough of it.

One day, Snowy was feeling very bored. Millie was busy with helping her mother clean up a cupboard. Snowy longed to go out and explore. Luckily for her, the window was open. In a second she was up on the window edge and out in the garden. The gate leading to the lane outside the house was not latched. What luck, thought Snowy and pushed open the gate and off the trot down the lane, feeling very happy to venture out on her own.

At the end of the lane was an old house. The owner had gone away for many years it looked quite dirty. The house looked like it really needed a new coat of paint. Snowy went into the house, for like all cats, she was very curious to know what was there. She wandered around the garden. There, at the corner of the garden was a huge tub filled with what looked like creamy milk.

Snowy was very excited!! She sniffed hard but couldn’t really smell milk.

“Never mind” She thought “It must taste heavenly!”

She looked around carefully to see if anyone was around. And then quick as lightning she jumped right into the tub.

But wait a minute, what was this? It wasn’t milk. It was a tub of white paint! Snowy got a shock. You see, the owner of the old house had returned and had decided to paint the house after all. The tub of paint was mixed by the painters and left there in the garden to come back to later.

Miaw, Miawwww mewed Snowy, for it was rather uncomfortable. She jumped out as quickly as she had jumped in. She was all sticky and wet, but what upset her the most was that she was white in color all over.

Gone was her glossy black coat. She truly looked liked her name. Snowy wasn’t pleased at all. She tried to lick herself clean, but it tasted horrid.

Slowly she padded her way back up the lane, leaving white paw prints everywhere. She soon came to the house she lived with Millie. Snowy went right up to the front door. It was shut. She stood there and mewed loudly.

Millie who was looking around for Snowy heard the mews and rushed to the door. But when she opened the door, all she saw was a white cat instead of her beautiful black Snowy.

“Oh!” She cried “I thought Snowy had returned but you are not Snowy. You are white all over. I so miss Snowy,” and so saying she shut the door with a bang.

This was too much for Snowy who was upset over her white coat and was longing to be back with Millie in her room, hoping to be fussed over. Instead Millie hadn’t recognized her.

She stood in the garden, mewing miserably and wondered what to do next.

Suddenly it began to rain. One minute it was nice and sunny and the next minute it poured. Snowy tried to hide under the bush for she didn’t like getting wet, but it rained for what seemed like hours, while actually it one of those brief summer showers.

Along with the rain, the white paint on Snowy’s fur also began to wash away and slowly Snowy got back her black coat again. Within minutes the sun was out and Snowy’s coat soon was dry.

Snowy turned her head this was and that and was pleased to see her lovely black color was back. She licked it clean and then began to mew again, this time from hunger more than anything else.

Out came Millie once again when she heard the noise. As soon as she saw Snowy, she rushed and scooped her up. “Snowy! Where were you? I searched all over the house for you, you naughty cat! All I saw when I opened the door was a strange white cat. I wonder where it went. Snowy, Don’t you dare disappear again!” she said. Snowy purred in delight to be fussed over this way. She had had quite enough of exploring for the day.

Millie carried her in and set her down. She poured creamy milk into Snowy’s bowl and Snowy lapped it all up hungrily.

Soon, feeling quite tired out from the day’s adventures, she lay down in her basket and drifted off to a contented sleep, dreaming of swimming in a large tub of milk.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Top Five Reasons Why I love Enid Blyton




Any reader who grew up on Enid Blyton will credit her for her numerous books that fueled one’s imagination and inexplicable delight experienced by reading her books. Here are my top five reasons why I love Enid Blyton.

# 5. For her descriptions about food: Lemonade, buns, potted meat sandwiches, hard boiled eggs (usually in crisp, fresh salads that had half the vegetable market in it), tomato sandwiches, pop biscuits, toffee shocks, treacle puddings, chocolate biscuits, huge chocolate cakes, bacon and eggs with onions, slabs of chocolate bars, eclairs (usually eaten by the five find outers) scones and macaroons, jam tarts, ices, fresh bread and honey, cold creamy milk from the diary, ripe plums from the garden, strawberries and cream, gingerbread, ginger beer, ice creams… as a child, I dint even know what half of them meant, but being a foodie, that dint stop me from drooling and sighing with envy that the characters were the luckiest in the world to have such heavenly food!

Ok.. time for a break from this article. Excuse me while I go and pig out on some food :)

Back again and speaking of the lucky characters, herez another point of envy..

# 4. For her characters: Who can’t help admiring Fatty for his courage, wit and brains? Timmy for his loyalty and adorable ways? The twins at St. Clares? Or all the other girls and teachers– the good, the bad and ugly at the boarding schools? The naughtiest girl who made naughtiness seem so appealing? Dolls that come alive at nights, the cheeky Snubby and his mad dog loony, Kiki the talkative parrot who never fails to steal the show, Mr. Pink Whistle the invisible magic man who set things right……each character so unique, yet so easy to connect with.

# 3. For names: A snow man is called icy cold..a fussy donkey..kick up, an enchanter is called Mr. Spells, saucepan man (who has pans and kettles all around him), moon face (who had a round face like the moon), whatzisname (a man who well… dint know what his name was!:) …...she makes all seem so effortless!

# 2. For the locations: Forget beaches and luxury resorts and climb up a tree that lead into a cloud and off one goes to exciting lands of dreams, birthdays, secrets, goodies and lands of do-as-you please, a wishing chair that flies away to magical places and strange journeys, Galliano’s circus will never make you want to live in a house anymore, islands that belong to children (George’s Kirrin Island and the secret island from the secret series), boarding schools that made me long to apply to, playrooms and toys that made me wish I was a fly on the wall when they came alive….

# 1. For making me believe: In magic, in spells, in the power of kindness, courage, in learning a lesson in every single story and for bringing out the child in me even today, when I am in my thirties. Yes, I still read Enid Blyton and till date, I list her books as the best blessings I have had the pleasure to discover!!

Sunday, December 11, 2011

and saving the best for last - December 2011





And Calvin’s version which I subscribe to ;0)

For November 2011 - are you going to finish strong?

Man! did i really need a wake up call this month!! This link did it for me.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wOlTdkYXuzE

For October 2011 - Go Not To The Temple

For the last couple of months, instead of writing my own articles and muses, i decided to post those that have made an impact on me the most, one for each month starting from August 2011. Here is one for October


For September 2011- Let Go




Which line is your favorite from the post below? I like 'em all but loved the last one - to let go is to fear less and love more which i am still working on!:)

To let go does not mean to stop caring, it means I can't do it for someone else.

To let go is not to cut myself off, it's the realization I can't control another.

To let go is not to enable, but allow learning from natural consequences.

To let go is to admit powerlessness, which means the outcome is not in my hands.

To let go is not to try to change or blame another, it's to make the most of myself.

To let go is not to care for, but to care about.

To let go is not to fix, but to be supportive.

To let go is not to judge, but to allow another to be himself.

To let go is not to be in the middle arranging all the outcomes, but to allow others to affect their destinies.

To let go is not to be protective, it's to permit another to explore himself.

To let go is not to deny, but to accept.

To let go is not to nag, scold or argue, but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.

To let go is not to adjust everything to my desires, but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.

To let go is not to criticize or regulate anybody, but to try to become what I dream I can be.

To let go is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the present moment and the future.

To let go is to fear less and love more.