tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65624058038990285592024-03-14T05:55:54.817+05:30Karma can be a bitchNiamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-74387563022374485402012-10-09T12:41:00.000+05:302012-10-09T12:41:24.291+05:30Guts. Do you have them?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0puw8IMwer8/UHPN60e6-EI/AAAAAAAAGag/J4R2rr1Eoic/s1600/Courage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0puw8IMwer8/UHPN60e6-EI/AAAAAAAAGag/J4R2rr1Eoic/s320/Courage.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-70976358472566936722012-06-29T09:07:00.000+05:302012-06-29T09:07:07.901+05:30Crime & Punishment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I have clear ideas on which punishments suit which crimes.<br />
And since our judicial system is not only slow as frozen molasses, but unimaginative as a doornail, these are my proposals.<br />
(This being my own private universe with unicorns and purple happiness, every single one of these is valid for implementation)<br />
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1. If you ride a bike/motorcycle without a helmet - you deserve to have a pigeon crap on your head.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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There will be more of these soon...<br />
</div>Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-67054776537389581542012-06-27T09:51:00.000+05:302012-06-27T09:51:16.497+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I'm having an emo day today.<br />
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Its been a crazy week, both professionally and personally.<br />
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I don't talk about professional here, but the personal deserves a mention.<br />
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I have suddenly realized that I have wasted years of my life. Years!<br />
3 years where I have nothing to show for time passing me by, except bruises, regrets, and some serious rage.<br />
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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?<br />
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.<br />
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.<br />
And didn't give a damn.<br />
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I now declare the beginning of the year of ME.<br />
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I will travel, I will learn, I will laugh, and maybe, just maybe, I will love too...<br />
But most of all, I will do it all my way.<br />
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Because the only thing on my to-do list at the moment, is to start loving me more!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_2nLpHUiuY/T-qKJlHmrBI/AAAAAAAAGaI/Xy2QN4YykfA/s1600/loveme.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right; float:right; margin-left:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="287" width="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K_2nLpHUiuY/T-qKJlHmrBI/AAAAAAAAGaI/Xy2QN4YykfA/s320/loveme.jpg" /></a><br />
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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. <br />
You are both there for the same reason. <br />
The coffee. <br />
That little mug of goodness, that is just waiting to be drunk.<br />
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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!<br />
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.<br />
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So you take your order. To-Go.<br />
And you savor every single second of it.<br />
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<a href="http://artinmycoffee.com/">This site reminds me why!</a>Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-46942882245662554632012-02-21T19:14:00.000+05:302012-02-21T19:14:04.215+05:30OMG!!!You ever notice how when a star dies, suddenly EVERYONE is a fan...<br />
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Etta James went, and Facebook saw so many posts about her and <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rOKd8dsqqQU&ob=av2n">At Last</a> saw more play than it might have had when it released.<br />
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But how many of those 'fans' even knew which was <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-59strhDLY">her first real hit</a>?<br />
Or even her real name before she became <b>the</b> <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Etta_James">Etta James</a>?<br />
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That over, and now its the turn of another star!<br />
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<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Whitney_Houston">Whitney Houston</a>... RIP<br />
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I'm not sure why we feel this need to jump on the fanwagon the second great artists expire.<br />
Maybe its because we just <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsHcZiTSaBI">Want to Dance with Somebody</a> :(<br />
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Meh! I think Willy Wonka said it best...<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_lW7LzY1nU/TzjgKXz2_OI/AAAAAAAAFkw/-oT6cmxU7EU/s1600/whitneyhoustondiedblogpost.jpg" imageanchor="1" style=""><img border="0" height="236" width="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F_lW7LzY1nU/TzjgKXz2_OI/AAAAAAAAFkw/-oT6cmxU7EU/s320/whitneyhoustondiedblogpost.jpg" /></a></div><br />Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-87379701379775572722012-02-13T15:07:00.001+05:302012-02-13T15:07:43.810+05:30Anti-Valentine's PostDo you celebrate Valentine's day?<br />
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Why?<br />
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When I think of romance, the last thing that comes to mind is a chubby toddler chasing after me with a potentially lethal weapon!<br />
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This looks more like my kinda cupid... coz let's face it, a drunk dwarf in diapers, would explain SO MUCH!!! :P<br />
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So here it is in the short version. :)<br />
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<b>I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.<br />
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I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.<br />
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I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.<br />
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I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.<br />
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I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. <br />
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I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.<br />
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I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.</b><br />
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So, my loves, I too, would like nothing more than to wish you, enough.<br />
:)<br />
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<b>P.S.</b> - you can read the extremely loooooong version here.<br />
http://karmacanbeabitch.blogspot.in/2012/02/some-emails-make-me-smile-long-version.htmlNiamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-38594737490349110492012-02-13T12:31:00.000+05:302012-02-13T12:31:48.089+05:30Some Emails Make Me Smile - The long versionI 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. <br />
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Recently I overheard a Father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure.<br />
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Standing near the security gate, they hugged and the Father said, 'I love you, and I wish you enough.'<br />
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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.'<br />
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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?'<br />
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'Yes, I have,' I replied. 'Forgive me for asking, but why is this a forever good-bye?'..<br />
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'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.<br />
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'When you were saying good-bye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?'<br />
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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.<br />
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<b>I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.<br />
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I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.<br />
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I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.<br />
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I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.<br />
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I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. <br />
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I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.<br />
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I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye.</b><br />
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He then began to cry and walked away.<br />
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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.<br />
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Makes you want to appreciate the 'enoughs' we already have.Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-63800681142596742892012-02-11T23:54:00.000+05:302012-02-11T23:54:14.893+05:30The Girl With The Dragon TattooI have a dragon wrapped around my ankle. <br />
And I've been asked multiple questions about it.<br />
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I got it at a turning point in my life. Just like the one before that.<br />
I got it to remind me to be me. And if anyone disagreed with me being me, to not be afraid to breathe fire.<br />
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It's there to remind me, that just like the dragon, people are misunderstood.<br />
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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. <br />
The savage beauty of the creature in question remains unchanged.<br />
The dragon does not bend or compromise on its essence, just because the people see it this way or that.<br />
The dragon just is.<br />
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That is what the dragon on my ankle is there to remind me of... People will see me one way or the other. <br />
My only job is to be me.<br />
Be who I am, without apology or explanation.<br />
With an occasional compromise, but never capitulation.<br />
To swim, not sink.<br />
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To be.Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-37385392660354754332012-02-10T18:54:00.000+05:302012-02-10T18:54:25.927+05:30R.I.P. 2011 - You were life-changing!2011 has been a year of epic changes.<br />
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I read somewhere, that the secret to life, is not to triumph, but to endure.<br />
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What does that mean though?<br />
To endure?<br />
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2012 is going to be the year I figure that out.Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-83424437201566495862010-10-21T17:59:00.000+05:302010-10-21T17:59:09.348+05:30Random musingsBoys are like slinkies. Pretty useless; but fun to watch fall down stairs.<br />
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Curiosity was framed. Stupidity killed the cat.<br />
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It takes skill to trip over flat surfaces.<br />
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Money doesn't buy happiness, but it does make a more pleasant form of misery.<br />
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<b>"Good morning" is a contradiction of terms.</b><br />
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The real trouble with life is that there's no background music.<br />
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Anyone who says something is "as easy as taking candy from a baby" has <b>never</b> tried taking candy from a baby.<br />
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If you try to fail, but succeed, which have you really done?<br />
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You can't buy happiness, but you can buy ice-cream, which is kind of the same thing.<br />
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I do not obsess, I think intently.<br />
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It's you and me against the world - we attack at dawn.<br />
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Sometimes I'm off in my own little world. But it's OK. I like it there. <br />
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If you wait around for a guy to save you, prepare to wait a while. Look at Sleeping Beauty.<br />
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Best friends - the people who know the real you and love you anyway.<br />
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Reality continues to ruin my life.<br />
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If everything seems to be going well, you've obviously overlooked something.<br />
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My mates are better than yours. Yeah. Be jealous.<br />
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I run with scissors. It makes me feel dangerous.Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-61376521814513790792010-10-21T17:40:00.000+05:302010-10-21T17:40:41.920+05:30Which one are you?I was watching "How I met your Mother" the other night and the episode was about people being either Reachers or Settlers in relationships. I was wondering how that applied to life outside relationships. And then it struck me. There are so many many ways to see that.<br />
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For instance, the one that occurred to me first, is how we deal with change. Accepters and Whingers. There are those who understand that it is a good thing, and always inevitable and there are those who pout, sulk, stomp and whinge when it happens (This is where you picture me) even if they are accepting of it, on some level or the other. I know change is the only constant, but it does not mean I have to like it.<br />
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I am a huge person for comfort zones and when change happens, I like it to be vast, graphic and with many bells and whistles to accompany it. Also, I would like the dynamic to stay the same. Irony. Maybe I only dislike when it involves things changing degree by slow degree. When the change is big and all encompassing, the novelty of it distracts me from my initial fear of what might come next. Because, I have learnt, fear is what makes me react the way to it. I cling to what is old, to what was, and to what might never be again.<a href="http://fekkefekke.blogspot.com/2010/10/knowing-and-knowing-when-to-let-go.html"> Even when it affects people other than me.</a> People who are important and precious and treasured. All the people I love to bits.<br />
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I cling to the feeling these past tenses gave me, because it reminds me of times that were happy and shiny, varnished even brighter with the brush of time; and I know that it is selfish. While I dislike this about myself, I know it is something I will grow out of. And so I wait for this to happen. In the meantime, I smile and and happy for the ones who accept change, initiate it even, so much better than me.Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-25555628470249861282010-08-26T17:59:00.002+05:302010-08-26T18:01:55.367+05:30What's your weirdest memory ?I have always assumed I am slightly weirder than normal people because I remember, well... weird stuff. Like the texture of a dress I owned at the age of 2, and the exact smell of the aftershave my dad used when I was about 2 or 3. And my mother's gold hoop earrings she inherited from HER mother. I remember the shelves of a cabinet and what was on them in a house I visited more than 10 years ago. But go ahead, ask me for my car keys, or if I know where I put them, or even what I ate for dinner last night.<br />
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I can clearly picture a pair of sneakers my mother bought me when I was 10, and can also recall the fact that no matter how I laced them up, the right shoe always had the laces uneven. Dad had to do it for me. I know in exactly what order my dolls had to be put in. The smell of the box when I was bought my first pair of heels. Unfortunately I can also clearly recall the taste of Epsom Salts (bleargh) and Castor Oil. I remember Mum's instructions on how to make chocolate cake and have never needed a reminder, but when I need to stick something in the pressure cooker, I am constantly checking with her how long it needs to sit.<br />
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I remember stories and songs my Nana put me to sleep with, and yet I fumble with a document I put together myself a few hours ago.<br />
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So maybe this is curiosity, but what is YOUR weirdest memory?Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-45530823351571030682010-08-25T10:54:00.000+05:302010-08-25T10:54:39.671+05:30Age is just a number... right?I have aged. Gone old. Ancient even.<br />
The proof lies in the events of this rainy morning. I got to work, late as usual. I park, get my stuff together and get out, as usual. I lock my car and double check the fact, as usual. And here is where some celestial monkey threw a spanner in the works. As. Usual.<br />
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I leave the car and start to walk to my building and the extraordinary happens. I hear a whistle. The wolfy kind. Now, 'back in the day' this would have resulted in one of two reactions from me. Completely ignoring the perpetrator, or a dirty look at a repeat offender. Today was a completely different kettle of fish... (I use it, but never realllllly understood the reason for this saying. Why the hell would anyone put fish in a kettle?)... As I was saying, fishy kettle - because my immediate and first reaction was -"Kids these days!"<br />
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Kids ?!?!?!?<br />
What the HELL ???<br />
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And this is where epiphany struck. Age has caught up with me. Sigh.<br />
At the ripe old age of 24. Double sigh.<br />
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Depression and general gloominess descended and I don't even remember the face of the little perpetrator (I think I like that word - it rolls off the tongue). A conversation with Pumpkin's mummy however, has made me feel better. After talking at great length, we have decided that age is just a number, and your true 'age' as it were, is how old you behave. With that conclusion, I have realized that I am probably 3, 4 at the most, and life is all pretty again.<br />
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Ahh, how easy it is to make me happy. :)Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-71247398614823527632010-08-24T12:31:00.001+05:302010-08-24T13:53:07.902+05:30Technophile-o-phobeNew technology. Phones in specific. My first reaction to a new phone is usually "OOoooh shiny new toy" which is promptly followed by... "No wait... I can't get rid of my old phone... not when I love it so much" and then there is the guilt, yes actual guilt, of trading in my old phone or switching to a new one. <br />
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I am convinced that there is a name for what this is, and also possibly a method of treating it. But I don't really want to find out. <br />
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I am happy with my shiny new phone and guiltily steal a glance at my old one tucked into my dresser, and tell myself that it is not a living object and therefore unable to make me feel guilty. But I still can't help that little feeling of niggling doubt when I exchange the comfortable for the new and untried. Switching forms of technology or even switching brands makes me unsure and very cranky until I have it all figured out. So if anyone out there has a good online guide to curing ridiculous misconceptions towards certain phones, please send it over and hope for a miracle :)Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-35467598721178063542010-08-09T12:28:00.003+05:302010-08-24T13:54:40.871+05:30Missing Persons...I miss people. Terribly at times. People I love, People I lived with, People I went on a trip with, People who made me laugh, and sometimes, I even miss the people who made me cry. (Although, more often than not, I miss the latter because I have figured out something to say to them that would make them cower in fear :P)<br />
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First, I miss the easy going camaraderie I had with my friends in school. Although we are still friends, I have lost the ability to be as close to them as I was back then. Living away for so long, and then the changes that inevitably happen, have all contributed to making the memory of that closeness, all the more precious.<br />
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I miss my roomies. I definitely, definitely miss them more than most others I have known. From doorway conversations, to Pizza Corner and our preferred orders. From coffee at bed time to long, seemingly pointless conversations. From Road No. 10 to MT. I think about late night walks in the rain and wonder 'what the HELL were we thinking' and then I realize the beauty of it was - we weren't... not really. Little things like that. I <3 you K & N.<br />
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I miss my temporary roomies too.. the ones I spent 3 months with, apart from the ones I spent 3 years with. and what an unforgettable 3 months it was. People at the Big G, compatriots at -1, secret balcony events, dinner buddies - how do I think of them all?<br />
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TenD: after 3 and a 1/2 years, how could I not miss TenD. A love affair that started with 'I never' and a road trip, was nurtured by the real 10D and Firangi, and lived at one extremely large table in the cafeteria. We lived through make-ups and break-ups, being set up and then setting up, surprise parties and nasty shocks too. Its amazing the bonds you forge in one night of complete madness.<br />
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I miss my fiance` too sometimes. Not the person he is now, because obviously, I have him and I also get to keep him :P ; but I miss how he could be when we first started dating. The days when everything was shiny and new, and the future was still a big uncertain cloud.<br />
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And while I miss allll these people and wish for snatches of what used to be, I sit back, smile smugly to myself at my good fortune to have had them in my life, and then grin at the fact that I still have them. :DNiamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-43037432837966523262010-06-11T15:42:00.001+05:302010-08-25T11:34:26.661+05:30Laid to Rest...After ages and ages, I finally got around to laying off another blog I used to write. It is still bouncing around the blogosphere, but I no longer want it displayed on my profile. <br />
I was reading it the other day and was taken aback at the super powerful emotions I had going on every time I did any writing on it. I am also amazed I didn't self-destruct with all that pent up inside.<br />
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4 years later, I am so much happier now and so proud to say it. I don't want to delete the other blog because it was such a huge source or outlet for me to get rid of everything I didn't talk about. So while it exists, I am comfortable with it no longer being visible. A friend recently blogged about anger and how it felt. I think that my old blog's job as my punching bag has been done, and done well. Now that all is well, I can bid it farewell, and say Thank you!Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-32463294425110416732010-06-11T15:16:00.002+05:302010-08-25T11:34:46.986+05:30Randomness - the sequelPretty optimistic aren't I? I have not even done half the things I planned to do on my last list and now I am making another one. Oh joy!<br />
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1. Find and Join a kickboxing program in this city I live in.<br />
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2. Do an all-girls road trip. Despite the misgivings of assorted fiances and other halves.<br />
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3. Write and attempt to get published a novella I have had sitting in my head for the past few years. Bullying might help me get it out.<br />
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4. Take a solo holiday before December. It will be my last chance for one. A weekend will do.<br />
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5. Set up two of my friends. With each other. Or not. :)<br />
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6. Cause a major blow-out for a bitch who deserves it.<br />
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7. Take a months sabbatical.<br />
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8. Learn to make a dish following the recipe word for word and not giving into my usual penchant to "...find out what happens when we throw a little bit of this in..."<br />
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More to come...Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-62330591212997918152010-06-11T15:14:00.001+05:302010-08-25T11:35:51.025+05:30OMG! I''m Telekinetic !!!So there I was, driving to work, like any other day in the week. Late as usual and swearing a blue streak at every idiot who did something stupid to delay me further. I was just pulling away from a signal and this old geriatric decided to be Rossi for the day and swerves right across my lane. I was so angry I could have killed him myself, but just as I shrieked an inarticulate curse at him, his bike just shut off. I mean died completely. Right in the middle of the road. Deciding that the Gods chose today to smile upon me, I grinned smugly to myself and carried on my not-so-merry way. <br />
A bit further on, and another cretin takes it upon himself to hurl his shiny new car right past me, trying to make the signal before everyone else. Dumbass. Again, my curses barely left my lips when BANG! his tire blew. At this point I am looking around warily, because my car is practically soundproof. You can't hear my swearing unless you are in my car, so I decided that whoever was listening to the evil things I was wishing on these fools, was of a different auditory persuasion.<br />
Calming myself down, I was in the home-stretch when an Auto - as all motorists know, are the bane of anyone's existence - drives right across my path, meaning I need to slam on the brakes to avoid killing the wa***r, when CRASH! a huge branch from above, just comes crashing down onto the back of the auto, going right through whatever fabric they use to cover the passengers. Thankfully, there seemed to be no passengers at that point.<br />
It was right about this time when I decided the collective goings-on of that drive to office was enough to spook me, and I ran for the proverbial hills. I got to office, snuck into my desk, as if I was afraid someone would blame me for all of that happening. And then spent an hour in quiet reflection. OMG, what if I really was Telekinetic... I would never have to do much of anything again. With the arrival of my coffee, came reality as well.<br />
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Oh well, if those were all just coincidences, then at least I was amused for just that little bit of time. It didn't help that my colleague to whom I told my terrifying tale, laughed like a loon and then asked if I would mind cursing a few people he would point out. Hmph.Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-32684346018921998322010-04-01T10:54:00.003+05:302010-08-25T14:02:57.701+05:30Opinions needed...For the first time I am asking questions in this post that are not rhetorical. I want answers and I would love if you could send them to me, either as a comment here or by email if you don't want them to be public.<br />
I started to write this story I had floating in my head and then sort of abandoned it 3 paragraphs in, because I didn't like the characters. Not one little bit. Even though I was the one who thought of them. And then I felt indifferent about them. I couldn't care less if they jumped off a cliff I hadn't written about, or killed themselves by hanging, from the barn I hadn't pictured until that thought struck me. <br />
So what I would like is for you to give me a character you want written about. This is solely for my own amusement though. If you could give me a name and a vague profession, or maybe a characteristic that you think someone like that should have. Like a Mr. Larabee who is a kindergarten principal. Maybe he has a twitch or a nervous tic because he truly believes that Calvin (a la Hobbes' Calvin) will be enrolled next year.<br />
Something... Anything.<br />
I just want to write about something again, because my past few posts have been about nothing but annoyance, anger and all out rage. I worry for my mental health and blood pressure, unless I revert to my favorite form of therapy.<br />
Thank you much.Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-57375878359471627332010-03-08T10:16:00.004+05:302010-08-25T14:03:23.609+05:302012 can't come soon enoughWhile driving to work this morning, I had this sort of mini-epiphany. You know the Mayans and their calendar, and all the end of the world stuff we have been talking/hearing about?<br />
I think there might be some truth in it... maybe our world deserves to end.<br />
Before you condemn me as a blasphemer, my faith itself makes it hard for me to believe the kind of atrocities we human beings visit upon ourselves.<br />
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Can you think of any other living beings, hunting entire species into extinction for their own amusement? Or destroying a whole other culture/civilization, in order to have the best wall hangings?<br />
Where the hell do we get off with this?<br />
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Oh yeah, the tigers are the ones polluting our water so much, that fish are dying whole scale. The elephants are the species hunting the dolphins into near extinction. Oh I almost forgot - the killer whales are the ones imprisoning human beings in tanks the size of a coffin.<br />
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If animals were not created in small tanks, or barred cages - THEY DON'T FREAKING BELONG THERE, IDIOTS. With the latest in 3 dimensional, imagery technology at our finger tips, we do not need animals kept caged up. The ones who can afford to go out, into the wild to see them, can go. Without disturbing them. The ones who cannot, can just STFU, stay home, and watch Animal Planet or Discovery Channel.<br />
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If you venture out into the wild, and a tiger eats you, its not the tiger's fault. It is yours. You piss them off, you DESERVE to be eaten. You hunt them into extinction - you deserve to be shot in the knee, both of them if I have my way, and left to suffer out the rest of your pathetic existence.<br />
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Oh, and before anyone gets their "Holier than thou" attitudes out of their closets, and rails at me for being a meat-eater, at least I only eat the meat. I do not kill animals to wear them on my feet, I do not skin baby seals to carry a pretty bag. I do not raise animals and then have them clubbed to death so that my jacket can look better. Take your attitude and stuff it up where the sun don't shine. My preference for food, is not the same as death for vanity.<br />
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This frustration has been building for so long, I begin to see where crazed killers get their inspiration from... my only thought is, why the hell can't we pick on someone our own size... an elephant does not have an automatic rifle... a tiger does not have a machine gun... a whale does not have clippers to get itself out of a net.<br />
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Animals do not kill other animals for personal gain. They do not rape their children. If an adult in the herd dies, the rest of the herd adopts any orphans left behind. Animals do not hold other animals hostage. Animals do not invade other animals' territories for oil, minerals or precious stones. Animals do not call us animals. Maybe they should.<br />
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Who are really the animals here?Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-10492376988118290112010-03-05T16:02:00.001+05:302010-08-25T14:05:38.737+05:30Randomness strikes in the middle of the dayI watched that movie again... you know.. the old guys, one of whom dies, but not the one you thinking of...<br />
And it got me thinking.. we all have those things to do that we never get around to.<br />
So I am making my list now. And will probably keep updating it every little while.<br />
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1. I want to go skydiving. Not the pansy kind, but something crazy, somewhere in NZ hopefully.<br />
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2. Same goes for bungee jumping, parasailing and (dont tell anyone) but BASE jumping. I might be terrified of open heights, but I want to be extremist about getting over it.<br />
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3. Disappear. For a week. No cell phones, no email, no FB (although I cant imagine that right now) No contact whatsoever.<br />
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4. I want to go to a supermarket and pretend to be a foreign national and speak in gibberish and pretend not to understand a word they are saying.<br />
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5. I want to walk across Brooklyn Bridge again. At Sunset. (its not suicidal if you carry mace) but I want to walk it with you.<br />
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6. Paris, Barcelona, Madrid, Venice and Rome.<br />
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7. Learn another language.<br />
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8. Play a practical joke on someone in a public place.<br />
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9. Talk all night and watch the sun rise. Either a Beach or a Summit will do.<br />
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10. Figure out why it is so hard to write down a bunch of things you want to do.<br />
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11. Write and receive a Love Letter. The Pen and Paper kind.<br />
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12. Run a Marathon, even a half marathon.<br />
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13. Get over my irrational dislike for the Number 13.<br />
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14. Someday, update this list.Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-80372445372892407892010-01-28T12:01:00.003+05:302010-08-25T14:06:07.189+05:30Saga of a Female DriverI am now officially, that which is feared most, on the parody that is Indian Roads during Rush Hour. I am a female driver. Bwahahahahahhahaaa.<br />
Oh and to make matters worse, I still have my big, red, L board up. I refuse to remove it, as I am convinced that the mere presence of it adds to my "Come near me and I will bash you" on-road image.<br />
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On a more serious note, comments telling me that the worst drivers on the road are women, will be dealt with swiftly and fatally. The next time you want to bitch about Bad drivers, how about you just stick to the comment that Idiots are bad drivers - regardless of gender. If you don't agree, then too bad. My Blog - My Rant.<br />
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Someone I was speaking to the other day, when discussing my adventures while driving to work, asked me if I was putting these up on my blog, which is when I remembered how long it has been since I blogged. So here we go... expect more updates on my many, many, adventurous, episodes while en route to work every morning. My daily 25 kms commute provides me with much fodder for the blogosphere...<br />
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For those of you who have religiously reminded me about updating - Thank you for your patience. You know I love you :DNiamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-44146437846674504982009-10-19T10:57:00.004+05:302010-08-25T14:06:27.132+05:30Hi, my name is Monday.Hi there, I am Monday. <br />
I have to post this remotely as I am probably more hated than former President Bush. The owner of this blog had "Meh rhymes with Monday" as her status on Facebook a few weeks ago and the number of 'likes' and comments in agreement convinced me to speak out. You guys should actually feel sorry for me you know. Sad, even. I mean really, I am hated simply for existing, for BEING. I did not choose to be the day you had to drag your lazy behinds out of bed, sans the snooze button and head off to the torture chambers...er offices. <br />
Some days have it easy... like Friday for instance. You have this whole TGIFriday's thingy going on. Like WTH man. Saturdays have it even better... I don't see a Monday Night Fever on www.imdb.com now, do you? <span style="font-style:italic;">(I don't WANT to be the worst day of the week. I also do not particularly appreciate the 'Black' prefix or the 'blues' suffix.)</span> And don't even get me started on Sundays. Hmph.<br />
You see, this is the theory you should be taking a look at - Tuesdays are the worst days in the Week. Mondays at least have the memories of a happy weekend, Tuesdays have NOTHING, Wednesdays let you know that you are at least half-way through, Thursdays you can take relief in the fact that the next day is Friday and Friday is...well... Friday. So give me a chance yeah? <br />
"Some days are made horrible and some days have horrible-ness thrust upon them" With that bastardization of someone else's oft stolen quote, I leave you to your hopeful hatred of the next day in the week. Hopefully the smug smile will be wiped off his face this year when we are at the Calendar printer's.Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6562405803899028559.post-9988767394243734662009-10-13T16:20:00.004+05:302010-08-25T14:07:53.699+05:30Boo! Guess who?(dodges rotten tomatoes being thrown)<br />
I am back again... after a long long long hiatus from a hiatus... <br />
I have seen quite a few changes in the past few weeks and now that the dregs have settled, the itch to write something is back again... but what to write.. what to write... hmmmmmm...<br />
I was reading through my previous posts and the underlying theme... ok so maybe its not so underlying after all... seems to be my sarcastic view of a situation, people, etc. but then I realized that this is why I blog. <br />
Here, cloaked in complete anonymity, is my private little rant space for all those imbeciles who cross my path, and the best part is I get to share this with you, so you too can read and enjoy my little, albeit infrequent, anecdotes about the group of people who have the collective IQ of a goldfish (I hereby shamelessly steal this priceless quote from a friend and promise to parrot it everytime I think the situation warrants it)Niamhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15598441973478152841noreply@blogger.com4