Guts. Do you have them?

Crime & Punishment

I have clear ideas on which punishments suit which crimes.
And since our judicial system is not only slow as frozen molasses, but unimaginative as a doornail, these are my proposals.
(This being my own private universe with unicorns and purple happiness, every single one of these is valid for implementation)

1. If you ride a bike/motorcycle without a helmet - you deserve to have a pigeon crap on your head.

2. If you ride a bike/motorcycle with your helmet balanced on your tank/arm/backrest etc. (anywhere except on your head) you deserve to have a horde of pigeons descend on you and shed feathers after they crap on you.

3. If you are a male driver who bitches about female drivers on the strength of 1 or 2 imbeciles you have encountered, you deserve to be rear-ended by one of them.

4. If you are the kind of female driver who is the reason our entire gender is condemned, then I hope you spill your vanilla latte all over your brand new bag... and shoes. And may pigeons do their thing when you get out of your car to get cleaned up.

5. If you are one of the asshats who takes advantage of this new no-sunfilm thing, to lech at women and basically cause them great discomfort, I hope you get run off the road. And land in slush. Crap would work too.

6. If you are a driver with a 4 wheeler, who splashes unsuspecting pedestrians with dirty puddles, for FUN, I hope you mistake an open manhole/extremely deep pothole for a small puddle. I hope the mechanic rips you off when they tell you that the axle is ruined beyond belief. And may you then step on a lego.

7. If you are a bus driver/auto driver - I don't hope for anything. You are going to burn in hell for all eternity anyway.

There will be more of these soon...

I'm having an emo day today.

Its been a crazy week, both professionally and personally.

I don't talk about professional here, but the personal deserves a mention.

I have suddenly realized that I have wasted years of my life. Years!
3 years where I have nothing to show for time passing me by, except bruises, regrets, and some serious rage.

You know that moment when you realize you had all these plans? All these places to visit and things to do before you hit this or that particular age?
And that moment that immediately follows when you also realize that you gave up on all these plans, thinking you were just postponing them. Postponing them for the sake of someone who was not worth postponing them for. Someone who disregarded your dreams, your plans, and didn't give it a moment's thought.
Someone who persuaded you to postpone them, knowing full well that they were taking away any chance you might have had, of having those dreams come true.
And didn't give a damn.

I now declare the beginning of the year of ME.

I will travel, I will learn, I will laugh, and maybe, just maybe, I will love too...
But most of all, I will do it all my way.

Because the only thing on my to-do list at the moment, is to start loving me more!

One to go, Please!

Has anyone else ever felt this little bubble of joy when your favorite coffee-shop calls out your name and hands over your cup of happiness?
You could always drink it right there, but then you have to share your joy with someone you're sitting with, or with the other people in the coffee-shop, or just the world in general. Because when you are sitting there, there is a familiarity involved.
You are both there for the same reason.
The coffee.
That little mug of goodness, that is just waiting to be drunk.

But when you leave, you are a stranger in the big, wide, world outside. Just one among the flotsam and jetsam that inhabit the planet. So your coffee and the joy that comes with it, is all yours!
No sharing. No division. No stealing of your guilty pleasure of a full cream coffee, even though you've promised yourself that you're going to lose those last couple of pounds.

So you take your order. To-Go.
And you savor every single second of it.

This site reminds me why!

OMG!!!

You ever notice how when a star dies, suddenly EVERYONE is a fan...

Etta James went, and Facebook saw so many posts about her and At Last saw more play than it might have had when it released.

But how many of those 'fans' even knew which was her first real hit?
Or even her real name before she became the Etta James?

That over, and now its the turn of another star!

Whitney Houston... RIP

I'm not sure why we feel this need to jump on the fanwagon the second great artists expire.
Maybe its because we just Want to Dance with Somebody :(

Meh! I think Willy Wonka said it best...

Anti-Valentine's Post

Do you celebrate Valentine's day?

Why?

When I think of romance, the last thing that comes to mind is a chubby toddler chasing after me with a potentially lethal weapon!

This looks more like my kinda cupid... coz let's face it, a drunk dwarf in diapers, would explain SO MUCH!!! :P

I Wish You Enough

I posted an extremely long email a little while ago, and while reading right through it may be tiresome, the poem in it is beautiful.
So here it is in the short version. :)

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

So, my loves, I too, would like nothing more than to wish you, enough.
:)

P.S. - you can read the extremely loooooong version here.
http://karmacanbeabitch.blogspot.in/2012/02/some-emails-make-me-smile-long-version.html

Some Emails Make Me Smile - The long version

I received this email the other day, and while I am not a big fan of the whole forwarding emails movement, it made me smile to myself. It also made me think.

Recently I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.

Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, 'I love you, and I wish you enough.'

The daughter replied, 'Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad.'

They kissed and the daughter left. The Father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there I could see he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, 'Did you ever say good-bye to someone knowing it would be forever?'

'Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'..

'I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead and the reality is - the next trip back will be for my funeral,' he said.

'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?'

He began to smile. 'That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone...' He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, and he smiled even more. 'When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them.' Then turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory.

I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.

I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.

I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.

I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.

I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.

I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.

I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.

He then began to cry and walked away.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them; but then an entire life to forget them.

Makes you want to appreciate the 'enoughs' we already have.

The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo

I have a dragon wrapped around my ankle.
And I've been asked multiple questions about it.

I got it at a turning point in my life. Just like the one before that.
I got it to remind me to be me. And if anyone disagreed with me being me, to not be afraid to breathe fire.

It's there to remind me, that just like the dragon, people are misunderstood.

According to tradition and legend, the east sees a dragon as a symbol of great fortune and good tidings. The west regards the dragon as a symbol of destruction and evil.
The savage beauty of the creature in question remains unchanged.
The dragon does not bend or compromise on its essence, just because the people see it this way or that.
The dragon just is.

That is what the dragon on my ankle is there to remind me of... People will see me one way or the other.
My only job is to be me.
Be who I am, without apology or explanation.
With an occasional compromise, but never capitulation.
To swim, not sink.

To be.

R.I.P. 2011 - You were life-changing!

2011 has been a year of epic changes.

I read somewhere, that the secret to life, is not to triumph, but to endure.

What does that mean though?
To endure?

2012 is going to be the year I figure that out.