Hiss and tell story

WARNING:Long story
Let me make it clear in the beginning itself that I am wary of snakes,I don't actually hate them but I prefer they keep their space and I keep mine provided their space is very very far from me as possible and I prefer them giving me ample notice before they come calling so I can make arrangements to escape from that place.I can't say I have snake phobia,I don't scream and shout and faint as soon as I see one,ok whom am I kidding,perhaps I will stand there too terrified to speak,maybe shout if I can get my voice back and get on my knees and kiss the ground lucky to be alive if the snake does finally cast a pathetic look towards my side and slither away to do some other important business. But then everytime I have encountered one of these distinguished members of the reptile family the snake has made it sure that I remember them well by providing me with plenty of laughs.No,I did not live in a countryside to have grown up with them all around me(that's the stuff my nightmares are made of by the way) but I did spend my early education period in a coastal town where snakes purportedly had decided to co exist with people in harmony. It was the rattlesnakes which were often seen around than any poisonous ones,but to me all of them represented the same,they all evoked the fear of God in me.I think it all stemmed from the fact that my grandmother chose to tell us her encounter with a rattlesnake when she happened to step on one near the barn and it immediately had coiled itself all around her leg(I know,how can you say that story to a child and not expect it to recoil in fear?)So there you have it,I blame this story for my snake phobia.

Anyway this particular story I am about to say is one such amazing encounter.It was a fine lazy afternoon when I was having a good time in my room lying on the bed doing my favorite thing,keeping up with my date with Poirot and Agatha Christie well hidden inside a supposedly harmless zoology text book when I heard a rustling sound coming from underneath the cot.I decided that it must be the cat running around (there was a devilish white cat of my neighbor which used to think its Puss in boots) but then got up to have a look anyway,when I did my Poirot decided to slip down from the zoology text book cover up and fell down on the floor.I then sat down on the bed and picked him up and right then and that moment a big huge,black rattlesnake darted past my hand from under the bed. I jumped up on reflex onto my bed and abandoned my Poirot to face the menacing,teeth gnashing monster of a snake (ok,the menacing and gnashing part is purely my imagination) then I started screaming before I lost my voice to fear and jumped from the other side of the bed and ran out of the room with a speed which would have put Justin Gatlin to shame. In a matter of seconds my brother and mother and even my neighbor Mrs.Rose gathered around me.The snake meanwhile had gone back where it had found peace before I threw Poirot down. Mrs.Rose then informed the other 3-4 neighbors and soon there were 10-15 people inside the house all looking at each other to take the first step and go and introduce themselves to the snake. There was Mrs.Narayan, Mr and Mrs Shetty in tow with their two sons,Mrs.Rose's gallant husband (we never knew his real name,he was always under her shadow )wearing only a dhoti,his explanation was he had no time to slip into anything else as he was in the shower and rushed out when he heard my cry (we were thankful he did not come right from his shower).But they all stood there speaking in low undertones as if not to let their evil schemes be heard by the snake. My brother took a long stick and tried to poke the snake out of its hideout.But it stayed put. There were suggestions made by the ladies that perhaps the snake was pregnant and was searching for a proper delivery room and decided to procreate right under that bed,another one said that it just had a grand meal and was taking a lazy nap,another was of the opinion that given sometime it just might get bored and move out by itself,I also attempted at suggesting that what if the snake was just plain pissed off and looking to attack someone ,which met with lot of disapproval and a warning look from my mom. Everyone just waited but no one made any move,after 15 minutes everyone assumed we will give the snake guy some time to finish his nap and meanwhile they all settled down in the comfy chairs of the living room and there was a round of tea and cookies served.The ladies started talking about the latest sale of the sarees being held at the nearby boutique and the men settled to talk about the latest political scandal.No one was bothered about the seriousness of the situation,there was a snake inside the house under my bed probably planning to have more menacing looking baby snakes in my room! Understandably I was pissed off with this casual attitude.

Ahem..this story is a little long,so taking cue from Dorky dad 's post,maybe I should suggest you guys to call this an interval and take a break and come back with a coffee and a doughnut.

Anyway half way through the tête - à - tête Mrs.Narayan went near the door and called out in a patronizing tone as if singing a jingle "Are you there Mrs.Snake?"and then started to laugh at her own sense of humor,I guess just like me even Mrs.Snake didn't quite like her poor sense of humor and right then decided to show her displeasure by making a sudden appearance in front of the singing lady and she darted out of her new found haven.Mrs.Narayan gave out a loud cry which perhaps would have reverberated through the entire neighborhood and woken all the sleeping owls,and then there was panic,everyone got out of their comfy chairs and made a dash at the front door and my mom caught in the moment got so utterly confused with the names of her best friends and started yelling "Narayani,Narayani come this side" when Mrs.Narayan's first name was certainly wasn't the feminized version of Narayan being Narayani (its akin to calling Jack as Jackie) There was utter confusion by now and the snake was already out of the hideout and now making her way over the book shelf all the way to the top. Mrs.Narayan continued to tremble like a leaf and stood rooted to the place before mom finally dragged her out forcibly from the door. Just then our dog Danny boy was hunting for those cookie bits on the floor and his cold nose happened to tickle Mrs.Rose's feet and the lady thought it was the snake near her leg and went into a panic attack and ran screaming to the door.I was laughing hysterically by this time much to everyone's chagrin. Meanwhile Mr.Rose decided it was high time to end the drama and also go get himself a decent attire and make a call from his cell to one of the proclaimed snake catcher of the area. But the problem was this so called snake catcher was also a coconut tree climber and delivering coconuts during the day time and is usually dead drunk by the evening in his home. Anyway right now he was the savior of the day as no one was brave enough to get the snake out. So out went the guys to get that savior. (I don't know why I feel like inserting that Shrek song "We need a hero" here)

Meanwhile Mrs.Narayan clarified in no-nonsense tones to mom that she doesn't quite fancy herself being addressed as Narayani and she had a perfect sweet sounding first name and would kindly be referred in future with that name. Mom apologized for the confusion and just then Mr.Rose arrived with the drunk snake catcher. He already looked like he had started his evening routine successfully and was nearing its completion. Anyway he took staggering steps towards the snake wildly waving his arms and assuring everyone that why fear when the drunk snake catcher is here. He kept gesturing wildly and saying to the snake how imperative it is for her to leave this place and seek asylum somewhere else.The snake took one look at him and as he continued to talk and take his tottering steps with a rolled out newspaper as the mighty weapon and it decided to get the party started by throwing itself over him from the top of the book shelf. Right when it did so the drunk guy lost balance and fell over the table with the snake. The crowd meanwhile gasped at the sudden turn of events. The drunk catcher meanwhile passed out after the collision (I was very sure it was the drink as well as the fright of having a snake leap out to him for a loving embrace) Mrs.Snake thought it had enough drama for the day and took itself and its enlarged gravid looking tummy (which was later on deciphered as a rat by the fellow neighbors) and without any tearful goodbyes took a hike through the open window right out to the garden. I totally thought she did a quick tango and chuckled as she looked back at the crowd and made a grand exit. I thought it was beautiful!

Anyway as the snake bid goodbye then Mr.Rose took the drunk passed out coconut climber back to his home.And the rest of the ladies left telling that they have to make preparations for the dinner and the guys left after thanking mom for the tea and cookies.Mr.Rose even suggested to mom that perhaps she can send over the money for chasing the snake to the house of the drunk climber sometime next day morning which I vehemently opposed.I felt the snake would not have wanted the drunk guy to steal its thunder.But well who listens to a youngsters moral call these days?But I do hope the Snake if ever it crosses my path again will know that I did fight for its cause and decides to clear all my future paths off the snakes by informing its entire reptile family.

Phew!Congrats to you guys for having patience to read the story till here!You guys really deserve that coffee and doughnut:)So let me hear your snake encounter stories now,the comment stage is yours to take:)

College life

Things only college can teach you

1.Living with clutter in the room is a way of life

2.Dishes aren’t dirty enough to wash until they have bugs and/or mold in them.

3.It’s a wonder how late you can stay up doing absolutely nothing, yet falling asleep in class or in the library takes an average of two seconds

4.How procrastination is an art in itself

5.You realize how important keys are but you still manage to lose them all the time

6.Going out for a pizza at 1 am is something very normal

7.You will become expert in finding nicknames for people especially the professors

8.You never miss home more than when you fall sick

9.Pick up a whole new lingo which no one seems to understand at home

10.You never realized there are so many people dumber than you

11.You also never realized there are so many people smarter than you

12.Falling alseep at 1 am is still an early night

13.Movies have never been this much fun before with friends

14.Sleep certainly takes priority over shower

15.You never wondered about the multiple uses of buckets before

16.There's always someone in the front bench you can get the notes from

17.You begin to nap again (in classrooms)

18. Asking for a biodata as a fresher being ragged is a perfect excuse to get to know the handsome guy who is your classmate

19.All you have to do to make new friends is distribute the goodies mom sent from home

20.Anything is edible as long as you don't find any bugs in them

21.You learn a new meaning to the phrase the early bird gets the worm,the early riser gets to have a bath that morning

22.Everything that you own is to be shared

23.Phone calls almost never happen and when they do, you just don’t get the messages.

24.You can recite back "Friends" verbatim more better than the material for the test due tomorrow

25.You will meet people who give a new meaning to the word weird and crazy

26.You realize how soon people can fall in and out of love

27.You learn to juggle multiple things between home,studies,friends,parties,sports,events and exams

28.One can reach the class even if one wakes up only 10 minutes before

29.Recycling becomes synonymous with laundry

30.Every penny saved is gold,also means an extra milkshake with friends

31.You learn to stuff your breakfast on the way to the classroom

32.You get a free class on human biology and every aspect of relationships just by listening to the girls talk in the dorms

33.Things which used to be a big deal in highschool become commonplace

34.Gossiping over coffee at the cafeteria is a perfect way of communication

35.You can talk till the dawn breaks and never realize it

36.Cleaning and vaccuming can happen only when the breakpoint is reached

37.Getting the laundry done is a legitimate excuse to make a trip to home

38.Jeans and t shirts may be worn as many times as the wearer desires

39.You learn to sleep with light, noise, extreme temps, and roommates snoring.

40.Everyone invite themselves to any birthday party even if they have never spoken to that person before

41.ATM machines become your important lifeline

42.You will learn to appreciate clean bathrooms at home

43.Parties are never complete without people demanding alcohol

44.Cramming at the last minute is the norm to ace those exams

45.You never thought you would share so much about yourself with people you have known for such a short time

46.Duct tape can fix almost anything

47.People will always find a way to cheat in exams

48.Friendships built here last a lifetime

49.You get along so much better with your family whenever you make those trips back home

50.You gather a life time of memories and you realize when you leave the college behind your life has changed for ever.

Time Flies!

Two little feet, ten little toes,
Leave their impressions today.
Soon they will wear two little shoes,
And be running and jumping at play.
Two little feet, too little time,
Before they are walking to school,
Kicking a rock, or skipping a rope,
Wading a puddle or jumping a pool.
Two little feet, One little child,
Will soon go their own way,
But footprints will my mind recall
They just stood here yesterday
One year has just turned and gone
In the blink of an eye my little one has turned "One"

Can I have your attention please

Hi Folks,How are you all doing today?I am sure you guys have already checked out my birthday party invite,what did you just say?that you haven't?Have you seen today's newspaper?I know you folks tend to take it all easy and laze around a lot during weekends but come on read the paper people!It's good to keep yourself up to date and yes I am right there showing the exact area on the paper where the ad is even to my dumb parents.My mom well I won't even go there,poor woman has no time to read the paper(Psst..she tries to catch up on them during her bathroom trips,oh the hassled lady) she and dad were of the opinion that anyway I won't remember my first birthday so why any invite or a bash is needed,but you know me right,I placed this invite myself so I can get the double bonanza of freaking them out and have fun,I'm not sure though however that you would have gotten it,I last heard from the reporter that they had decided to bring out very special limited editions containing the invite so as to increase its demand and maintain quality as well and also to be easy on my mom,what if everyone who reads it decides to come over!poor woman will have a premature heart attack.She has already her hands full with me,I don't want to burden her but you my mom's blogger friends and I think now mine too are being giving the privilege to come over to my birthday party,yes folks it's today!It's official!I am turning a big O "ONE"! (waiting for all the congrats and claps and the confettis to settle down)
For those who didn't catch that special edition I'm hereby producing my invite here so you can make plans to reschedule those weekend naps,impending shoppings,those boring dinner invitations and hop on over to THE happening party!If you are invited(which you are,we have established that fact by now you sleepyheads) you can get along with you a kid of your choice(be it your own,stolen,borrowed or begged neighbor's/ relative's kid doesn't matter as long as it's a small kid, I don't want bigger kids,you know they can be big bullies to us small ones).So let me get into the other flimsy details.

Where:Ina's birthday party, 420 get-me-an-ipod Avenue, Fuzzylogic villa, Toronto, on the block between Bring-on-presents and Don't-get-dumb-toys. About two blocks north and six blocks west from the Downtown Strictly-no-Barbie station.Come on and join the fun.

When:Jan 28th,2007 in the evening anytime between 6.0o pm to 8:30 pm,you might however wish to arrive a bit early so as to get a one on one meeting with me.I just might get too busy later on sautering my little ass around and playing with the other kids,splashing some paint on the guests,or driving you up the wall with my wailing(I hopefully will be in my best behaviour but it' s my PARTY,I get to do what I wish)

Dress code:
Gentlemen: Jacket, shirt, and can also bring a tie,jeans with a cool tshirts are also ok(no trainers, suspenders,flip-flops, eye patches,weird spiked hair,lost tooth,bandanas,anything that can amount to scaring me)
Ladies: skirt/top, cocktail dress,denim,Indian (no mini-skirts, flip-flips, loud makeup,doggies as fashion statement,any Paris Hilton,Lohan,Spears imitations anything that can't get approval from my mom's radar eyes)
Kids:Underwear /diapers are a must.Rest you are free to come as you wish,afterall it's our party!
Photos will be taken between 10pm to 10:30pm, and these will be distributed once processed, therefore you may want to be well-groomed! ;) And yes there's also a Kool-Aid bar for all those who want to get wasted.

Finally,I will accept small gifts and cards between 830pm to 900 pm.You may want to reconsider if you are planning to get me a Barbie,there's a high probability that my mom will ban you from any future birthday parties.Think outside the box people for my presents.Perhaps think in the lines of i-p-o-d, or a hi-tech-robotic-toys,personal-lap-top,rest I leave it to you to decide.Gifts are not a must,but shall be appreciated.Your presence would be enough (ok,you all know my mom made me write that,don't you)

Things you may want to bring with you:
Lots of sense of humor
Some hugs and kisses
Jokes,anectadotes,stories
Most of all your friendship

Have a great Sunday folks,See you all at the party!

Patent those ideas

Inventions and great ideas are really a cool thing,everyone gets crazy ideas once in a while but hey don't you dismiss those,you just might be sitting on a goldmine.Trust me once you see how many absolutely weird inventions by people like you and me get actually patented ,you will no longer think less of yourself or sell your ideas short.The world is never fair enough for people who think my friends,just take a look at these patented ones and take heart!You think your ideas won't get patented you are so wrong.

1.Brain Buzzer:How many times have you fallen asleep at a boring office meeting,or on the phone with a client who hams,or on a not so hot date,driving and yes during those boring classroom lectures.Don't you worry anymore,the brain buzzer is here!This will save you from being subjected to the embarassment of being woken up, being poked or even drenched in cold water to deliver you from the deep slumber.To use; simply bite down on the vibrating wand (the small end please) and vibrations are transmitted to the brain, buzzing you awake without aggravating your neighbors. Many thanks to the Thinky Corporation of Tokyo, Japan for this absurd invention.
We all can use one can't we?

2.Hijacker injector-Straight from the US Department of Homeland Security wish list we present you the Hijacker injector.You will be surprised to know this idea dates back to 1974 by someone who was obviously thinking ahead of his times.So the deal is you have a hypodermic needle injector built into the seat!Ingenious!So provided the neatly dressed hijackers are the kind who would take turns and retire to their seats after stating their demands and even buckle up,the crew can gently switch on that switch which operates this while pretending to fix up a nice shot of whiskey or anything (they will need something to calm their nerves,Hijacking is a stressful thing I'm sure) for the guys and wham!the hypodermic injection apparatus will drive the needle of a hypodermic syringe through the seat cushion, into the passenger's butt to instantly sedate or kill the passenger(ouch) However the problems are who can have access to these switches?and what if someone mistakenly presses the wrong one?(oh dear god)and how about inserting this device to even toilet seats?(its possible isn't it?)and yes how about adding some mild sedators to the list to help the passengers who have fear of flying?and the most important of all what if the hijacker doesn't want to sit down?lots of queries still to be answered!

3.Baby Patter-It's a wellknown fact that parents of any new born babies are sleep deprived(you didn't know?well you snickering wise guy/gal,may you be bitten by exotic bug causing insomnia) According to our inventor; "it is sometimes difficult for the infant to fall asleep, and the parent must resort to patting the baby to sleep by repeated pats upon the hind parts thereof". That's right, "hind parts thereof" to the inventor, "baby's butt" to you and me.So till now you stay awake till the tiny tot plops. With the motorized Baby Patter, parents can go back to sleep and let the mechanized robot arm comfort Junior back to sleep with a periodic patting on the rump. It looks like you need to line Junior up just right to get the proper pat and one thing we don't see is a timer. So lets hope he doesn't turn around in his sleep because Mom was right, you could poke an eye out with that thing!And it's still a bit disturbing though if the infant memory gets filled with frightening images of the inhuman giant robotic arm patting his butt while he slept,I hope the trauma isn't everlasting.And another question is can it be used for the adults to just get the snoring spouses out of their bed when they refuse to wake up inspite of the baby's deafening cries on their turn?Hmm..I can think of a whole lot of other uses for this thing!

4.Toilet timer:Is your other half or the children of the house spending a whole lot of time in the bathroom and a lot of bad blood flows in those mornings when each one is at each others throats to get to the bathroom?Our inventor says that often, many people have to use one bathroom, creating a serious need for bathroom time awareness(don't we all agree)Time is of the essence. Time is money. Time waits for no one. Time to get off the throne! And how do you know when it's time to get moving? With the handy, dandy Toilet Timer!Tada!Well some might want to know why not put a click in the bathroom for the same,but hey in this day and age when things are color co ordinated and acessorized who would want to spoil that effect by mounting a clock,perhaps some lovely ceramic fishes and matching ceramic art can adorn the same place.Anyway I think it should come with an automatic ejector so once the time is exceeded you are ejected out of the seat,otherwise I doubt any amount of alarm would get people move their asses so easily.

5.Last but not the least Toilet Snorkel:Just look at the pic and tell me what you think the guy could be doing?1.Using a nifty invention called the toilet phone to send secret messages?
2.Blowing up an inflatable toilet?
3.Having fun blowing up bubbles in his free time?(Hey,the world is a weird place,whatever floats their boat)
4.None of the above and how the hell should I know or why the hell should I care?
Anyway the answer is none of the above.This guy is using the new breath easy, Toilet Snorkel, formulated to provide a fresh air source during fires in high rise buildings.In most fires, it's the smoke that will get you, and a source of fresh air can be a life saver. So our inventor designed a way to snake a snorkel through the zigs and zags of your toilet, so you can breath sewer air instead of smoke.
Hey the idea behind this is pretty noble.But just couldn't we have had snorkelling maybe just from the faucet or any other thing instead of sticking our noses with the snorkel down to a place where people sit and do ablutions.Anyway perhaps just incase your office or a workplace decides to install this you can explain and perhaps even demonstrate the usage now that you know.And yes no need to thank me for the same,I'm just a messenger:)

Well so doesn't this give you hope?So brush up your brain with that brain buzzer and let those ideas flow.I will leave you to do your thinking!:)Go here or here to see some more brainy inventions,I knew I should have patented my ideas of floating furniture and a human car wash idea before someone stole it from my brain.Dang!

Celebrating my roots

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high;
Where knowledge is free;
Where the world has not been broken up
into fragments by narrow domestic walls;
Where words come out from the depth of truth;
Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection;
Where the clear stream of reason
has not lost its way into the dreary desert sand of dead habit;
Where the mind is led forward by thee into ever-widening thought and action---
Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake

-Rabindranath Tagore

Happy Republic day INDIA 2007

Winter rants

Oh the weather outside is frightful
And going for a drive is painful
Don't want to get stuck where I go
why does it snow,why does it snow,why does it snow

It doesn't show signs of stopping
Weather man says temperatures are dropping
Hubby's sad that he'll have some snow to plow
why does it snow,why does it snow,why does it snow

Cancelled a party which was in great form
Couldn't imagine going out in the storm!
My kid's been teething and it's hard to keep calm
But atleast inside it's warm
why does it snow,why does it snow,why does it snow

Tomorrow I have a chore
I'll hate going out to the store;
It's a pain dressing up the kid anymore
By the time it's done does she snore
why does it snow,why does it snow,why does it snow

Oh, the blizzard outside is spiteful
Snowflakes aren't so delightful,
I'm trapped with no place to go,
why does it snow,why does it snow,why does it snow

I don't really mind the snow as such
It's just a pain when it's too much
All we can do is sneeze and grouch
there's really nothing to do from the couch
Why does it snow,why does it snow,why does it snow

Life in the age of old

My parents are getting old,I was on the phone yesterday with my mom and she was saying that the other day she was busy with her painting and the door bell rang.She went and received the neighbor and made her sit in the living room while she went to fetch some coffee.She then came back to her room and somehow coffee and the neighbor both slipped out of her mind and she went back to do her painting.The exasperated neighbor then waited for sometime and when no one came back got up and came down to see what happened only to see mom obliviously engrossed in her painting.Then my mom remembered that she had left that neighbor in the living room and apologized for conveniently forgetting her.I asked my mom whether she did that on purpose as forgetfullness can be a pretty convenient excuse to get rid of pest of a neighbor.She denied it and laughed at my absurd plan.So I asked them whether I can start calling her and dad as "old goats" she told me I was welcome to call my dad that but if I did dare to call her that she would be more than happy to divulge all my secrets and the troublemaker I truly was to my daughter(fair enough,that will shut my mouth for sure)My dad on the other hand is a man with a great sense of humor.The day he legally became a senior citizen he was listing out how now being a senior citizen has advantages:free checking, 10 percent off at most restaurants,discounts on airways and transit, and not remembering what you had for dinner last night which enables you to have desert two days in a row without feeling guilty.He went and got some freaky fridge magnets which screamed out slogans like "Old=young person wondering what happened" "old is not for sissies" "At last I'm 50" and this one's a laugh riot and butt of all jokes in our house "I'm still hot".I adore both of them.I remember when my little girl was born the first thing my dad said was "Now I get my chance to brag to everyone how their grandchildren are never going to be as bright as mine".My parents,they perhaps cannot be called as the perfect parents but they came close.And they do deserve credit for having raised me as a fine person right?(Lol,talk about self delusions eh?I have my "I'm so vain" moments)But somehow inspite of all the laughts and fun my mind did feel a bit apprehensive.I guess it was the first time it did strike me that yes my folks are getting old.Maybe it was the effect of what had transpired just few days ago when I spoke to one of my friend.She called me to tell me that her father was no more and then as she spoke she brokedown and cried.She then said the words that perhaps hit hard "I never realized how much I miss him,I always took him for granted and never let them know how much he meant to me and how much I appreciated him and loved him more often than I should have,we never realize what a presence they have in our lives and the stability they give by being there until we have lost them" I felt how many times have we taken time out to really reach out to our parents and let them know how much we love them?And perhaps a time might come soon when we are called upon to be there for them just as they have been there for us.

For many people old age can be happy ones,with social security,financial stability,good health coverage and social activity and for not so fortunate ones it might not be that happy.I have seen so many old people being disposed off to old age homes because their children considered them as a burden,or treat them with disregard and abuse.Back when I was doing my clinical rotations as a student I had come across many such patients who were left for good and neglected by their own children.There was pain,sorrow,hopelessness and despair in those eyes and many a times the stories tugged at my heart.Some of them were taken in by their children during the times when they needed a caretaker for their kids and they stayed away from their spouse,sacrificed their independence in order to take care of their grandchildren,and once the grandchildren grew up and they were no longer needed they got disposed off to old age homes or sometimes on the streets or into lonely corners of the house like some unwanted pieces of garbage.I'm not bashing old age home system.They are good,they do provide people with independent and dignified living and many a people have been happy there but not all stories are perhaps the happy ones.It's only those not so happy ones where they long for even single visit or occasional happy times to spend with their kids and grandkids or someone whom they can call family.Why is that children sometimes forget about the sacrifices and love showered on them and neglect the same people who have given them the life they are living?It's not about money,its not even about nursing and care,it perhaps might be just a hug and a kiss,just few hours spent and words spoken and shared with love,is it hard to find even that little for those souls which endure a whole lot for us?
My parents always wanted to be independent but I know whenever they need me I will be right there for them in all ways I can.Somehow yesterday at the end of the conversation my eyes welled up and all I could manage was "I love you mom and dad"
Take time out to care for people who matter.Take time out to slow down and cherish what we have before its gone.

This is perhaps one of the most beautiful videos ever to be made.It made me go all misty.

Perhaps this explains it

Hmm..maybe this is one of the reasons why men are wary to ask directions!!

My favorite Mascot

There have been many mascots in the ad world.But my favorite has been this plump,doughy figure called Pillsbury doughboy.Is there anyone who doesn't feel like tickling him and making him do that famous "Tee-hee" laugh of his?

Some trivia about the lovable Mascot:

Did you know that his formal name is Poppin' Fresh?

The only music he ever performed was rap

He is all dough(duh)

He has blue eyes

He always wears a bakers hat and scarf

He originates from Minneapolis, MN

He loves to bake and twenty years ago he had a wife and two pets.

The Doughboy is 8 3/4 inches tall, including his hat

"Doughboy" was a slang term for American soldiers during World War I.

By the way why am I saying all this to you?well it is with the saddest heart that I must pass on the following news (take heart my friends)

Please join me in remembering a great icon of the entertainment community.

The Pillsbury Doughboy died yesterday of a yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes in the belly.

He was 71.

Doughboy was buried in a lightly greased coffin.

Dozens of celebrities turned out to pay their respects, including Mrs. Butterworth, Hungry Jack, the California Raisins, Betty Crocker, the HostessTwinkies and Captain Crunch.

The grave site was piled high with flours.

Aunt Jemima delivered the eulogy and lovingly described Doughboy as a man who never knew how much he was kneaded.

Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes.

Despite being a little flaky at times, he still, as a crusty old man, was considered a roll model for millions.
Doughboy is survived by his wife, Play Dough; two children John Dough and Jane Dough; plus they had one in the oven.

He is also survived by his elderly father Pop Tart.

The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes.

Song sung at the funeral:You raise me up

The world has lost a good friend,let his soul rest in piece(Sniff..sniff)

Let's remember how he taught us to mould ourselves into anyshape in the hands of life and how to resist the heat and rise above everything and remain oh so good always.

Directile dysfunction syndrome

What really is the deal with men and asking for directions?I have struggled with this perennial and probably age old question as ancient as dinosaurs or even more for all my life.Maybe I'm generalizing too much and perhaps there are males out there who do ask for directions but frankly I'm yet to come across one such man.This I mind you is not about any battle of the sexes because I admit I'm directionally challenged but the difference is when I'm lost I admit it and not stand there like a stubborn Oaf!All the males I have known both as friends and family have given me every reason to believe there has to be some biological explanation to this mystery.Why is that they refuse and sometimes find themselves incapable of moving in any other direction than the one they have decided in their deepest, truest self to be the Only Right Way?Is it some form of directile dysfunction?My dad would never ask for directions even when we would get lost and end up going in circles for hours together,for all the times my mom asked him "Do you think we are lost?" he would look straight ahead and reply "I know where I'm going" so what it would take us 4 hours to get to a place where we were destined to reach within a hour!"Asking for directions is not for men" my dad would retort if pressed.Then there was my brother who took us for a spin in his new car and suddenly forgot the way back home and kept driving miles and miles into nowhere and not once admitting he was lost and stopping to ask a passerby or atleast consult the map. And my hubby also joins the elite list of men who don't feel the need to ask for directions.Be it driving or fixing,assembling something at home,it's all the same.

Picture this scene driving around the beautiful Quebec city after a nice dinner with a pregnant wife who still suffered from morning sickness who suddenly realizes that the road somehow doesn't seem familiar and the drive to the hotel was taking far too long.

Wife:Honey,this doesn't look familiar,are you sure this is the road to the hotel?
Hubby:Ofcourse,you don't worry,I know where I am going

The drive continues for another 20 minutes,now all they can see is a lonely stretch of road between creepy looking trees and not a soul in sight or any signs of human existence whatsoever.

Wife:I think we are lost?are we lost?
Hubby:No,I don't think so,you perhaps don't remember how it looked in daylight,it just looks different in the night
Wife:I don't like this road,it looks lonely and creepy
Hubby:Yes,doesn't this look like the road they take in that movie "Texas chain saw massacre"
(bad bad bad time to say a joke like that #$#$%!!)
Wife:Shut up,I hated that movie,I hate all horror movies.I think we are lost,we should turn back and go
Hubby:I think we are somewhere near the hotel
Wife:Are you kidding me?This road is leading nowhere,I clearly remember the drive from the hotel to the downtown Quebec wasn't this long,and there were a whole lot of gas stations and restaurants on either side.
Hubby:hmm.I may have missed that exit that's all,let us turn around and go back to downtown and then take this road again
Wife:Let's turn back and maybe ask the directions at the first gas stations we see
Hubby:I don't think we are lost, I just have to drive down again to downtown and take the road from there
Wife:I think I'm feeling sick,I need my barf bag now!I told you to pick it up before we left where is it?
Hubby:I thought you were picking it up,I don't know where it is
Wife:I NEED IT NOW
Hubby:Just don't get tensed and please don't spoil my seat by puking on it
Wife:Just get me a barf bag NOW or you will be sorry
Hubby:I see a gas station,I will stop there and maybe we can ask which way to go to downtown and maybe get you something to puke into

Stops at the gas station and the wife gets the bag to regurgitate her gastrointestinal contents and the hubby gets the directions.

Back on the road and after driving for another 10 minutes and wife recovers and looks up to see and lo!the creepy roads are back again!!WTF!

Wife:you didn't ask the directions didya?
Hubby:hmm..I just know this is the way!
Wife:WTH!do you realise we have been driving on this creepy road up and down for nearly 2 hours already?
Hubby:Just relax,by the way how many blankets do we have in the car?
Wife:Damn!don't tellme we have to spend the night in the car?
Hubby:No,no,just incase
Wife:Just pull over the car,I see a lady out for a walk with her dog,let me ask her
Hubby:I don't think we should,do you not remember Texas chain saw massacre?
Wife:$%^& that movie,I don't care if this lady turns out to be a ghost,I will ask her.

They stop the car and the wife asked the lady
"hello there,we are lost,could you just tell us which road is the one to downtown Quebec,S'il vous plaît ?" (That was the only french word she knew)
That lady looked them up and down,at the licence plate of the car and then slowly said:
"Sorry,I can't help you,I don't speak english" and just continued to walk!

Wife: &%^$###$#$#%$@@@(Insert choicest of the swear words here)Did you see that?She knows and she just blew us off,She didn't want to tell us because we asked in English and not french.Is this some sort of french revolution going on here?I swear I can see the headlines of tomorrow's Quebec news "Haggard angry pregnant woman runs over a old french lady" Just let me out!
Hubby:Relax,relax.By the way I think I see a directional sign right over there.

Wife:I am right now in a bad hormonal state and we have been driving into nowhere from past 3 hours and I have already puked my guts out 2-3 times.Trust me you don't want to mess with angry,nauseous pregnant woman right now,so cut the jokes and drive.

Hubby:Ok,calm down,I really do see a sign though and yes,this is the road!and the next intersecton is where our hotel is.Relax,see I can see the hotel now,Woohoo!

Wife:Just take me to the damn hotel,I need to dunk my head in cold water.
Hubby:See I told you we weren't lost ,I'm not directionally challenged!
Wife : Whatever,we are getting the GPS we saw at future shop last week the minute we reach Toronto.

Hmm..perhaps it truly is a genetic compulsion.I rest my case.