Ideasyncrasies

Changes:  I'm married.  I ran away from home to get married. Like the movies. Unfortunately.  My dog is 4 now.   My husband loves him just as much as I do.  My husband loves me too :D  I earn quite well, for someone who once wanted to start her own dog creche and is now "managing relationships".  I still struggle with the flubber, but have currently started Zumba and LOVE it. Might be the answer.  I like to cook traditional food. Should have paid more attention to Mum in the kitchen.  I still love to read and read whenever I can.  I stopped blogging, and now feel the need to write about myself.  I dress much better than I used to, therefore I feel much better ( and poorer) than I used to :D  I love the way my husband and me complete each other's sentences.  I still like Coffee, but have it on rare occasions.  I have sort of learnt to swim. Yay ! I can now float for 2 minutes and THEN start drowni...

I thought of this post while doing the dishes. Strange, but true, thoughts like these arise when life is at its most mundane. The rest of the time you’re too busy actually living to write about it or analyze it. I wish all my nonexistent readers would comment. Unfair, but there are some horrific blogs out there, with content that even a 5 year old would call gibberish, and they have traffic like Bombay at 7 pm, and look at me. Well, my inner voice screams, no one comments because no one updates :D So there, I begin. 10 reasons why I can’t become a nun. Despite my childhood dreams of becoming a nun, here are the reasons why I shall fail miserably at that vocation Reason 1: I am too much of an Elitist. No no, I can sit cross legged and enjoy a meal on Banana leaves and drink water out of my hands, but when it comes to the language, oh well, I am a Nazi. Example; Conversation with Mr F,I say I'm not interested in that, thank you. Idiot then asks me, hey, why are you thanking me, what ...

Soemthing someone said Caught at your heart and never let go swayed in the breeze then lay still And fell softly with the rain Bautiful lines defining beautiful people Like tall blades of grass Ramrod straight yet always bending Gracefulyl swaying, always sheltering A passer by smiled What a beautiful line defined Cursive writing, childish scrawls Frost is writing his beautiful lines When they painstakingly criticize The beautiful lines overwhelm you Someday their censure will define Your grace, your senses, your personality refine

I have finally gotten around to cleaning my messy house. Which is victory in itself since a messy house reflects my messy mind, and the mind is slowly getting rid of all the cobwebs gathered. Somehow I'm missing home more than ever today. I yearn to touch my old bookshelf, sleep on my bed, run to the hall, switch the AC on, and watch T.V. I don't want to even call home, since i opened my bottle of body lotion yesterday and the smell reminded me so much of home, it actually was like a physical pain, deep in my stomach, and for a moment i was back home, lying on the couch, reading a book, waiting for Dad to get back home. The weekend was ok.I went out with friends despite not having any prior plans, watched The Full Monty, oh Dear Lord, that movie rocked. Every time i go to a restaurant now I'll hope some nice men get onto the table and strut their stuff :D I Can't even remember who i used to be three years ago. Somehow today my ideas are more formed, and definite, and i ...

OHKIE.. My name is Marjorie. Thats MAR as in MARch, JO as in JOe, RIE as in REEL. I really can't stand anyone mutilating my name again. I will have to hack the next person who does that into itsy bitsy tiny little pieces and stuff him/ her in a carton and ship it off to Uganda. I normally have people calling me MAdhuri, which is a sick Indianised version of my apparently tongue twisting name, oh then there's Mortuary, and yes, its mortifying, for those who know the meaning, you'll know why. There's Manjari, which sounds so Mallu i could weep, then there's ahh...,Margarine, which, buttery and yummy as it may be, ITS NOT MY EFFING NAME ! A week back though, i reached the zenith of mortifying name mutilation. Someone asked for Miss Mongini's :'(. Monginis is a lovely chain of cake shops, but oh hell, sweet tooth et all, i really do not want to be named after a cake shop!! And the worst bit was whenever i told any of my friends about it, they LAUGHED. Grrrrrr. A...

Today was a holiday, and i spent it usefully. I slept, woke up awfully early( i have no clue why i wake up early on holidays) ...ate, slept, chatted, surfed, prayed, went to the bank, prayed again, ate, slept, chatted, surfed, and gave my laundry dirty looks. :D ...

'What book are you reading ?' I just finished India, by Jim Corbett. Now i want to run away to the jungle and skin a leopard. Oh, actually, I'd rather spend the night with a tiger instead. 'Get serious for once. What do you plan to read next? Life is so boring now, i need a good book to dispel this lethargy ya. Need to put myself to sleep every night also. Nothign to do na' You mean you want an excuse to live someone else's life, try making your own a little liveable won't you. Put yourself to sleep indeed ! 'Oh, please, keep your views to yourself, just answer the question, whats next. Which book are you going to eat and shred to bits in your nasty little brain.' Oh, next i plan to read Lolita, by Vladimir somebody. Nobok soemthing, i forgot. I love Russian Literature.Have you read Karenina ? Greatest love story ever. Nothign like that awful Romeo and Juliet. But yes Karenina. Superb ! 'You WHAT ?' I love Russian literature. And please read ...

Money ruins friendships. Unless its your daddy, the friend not only ends up in your list of to be hated forever and ignored, but also, oh my God, He/ She so used me. Want to be surrounded by your regular fan club ? Dont lend, dont borrow. When you lend someone money, you tend to think of your borrowee (im using my blogatic license) but yes, you tend to think of your borrowee as scum. The filth that surrounds your pretty ballerina studs. and ahh, when you borrow money, all you want to do is hide your face and die . i presume. Not good that. Btw Ma, i KNOW you read my blog. How else would you know about the Brownies ? But please, i really meant what i said, i'm going to pretend that noone knows who i am, or that noone reads this anyways, and that applies to all you A's, B's, C's, D's and Dh's that i know. How else will I ever bitch about everyone to everyone and about life to just myself, laugh, mock, scorn, cry and just live atleast a tiny part of my life all to ...

Yesterday i had it out with my Boss. She fought and i whimpered. yeah so she had it out with me. I'm no chicken but ...oh well, it was my mistake. Apparently we have soemthing called a KPI, which i shall call the Key Pissingoff Index which measures every team's performance. This also decides whether members of that team deserve a promotion. And ha ! Now i know why the dragon was so mad at me. Her salary was getting affected by the things i did NOT do. :D blah ! I wish i was in Goa enjoying the carnival, and courting another bout of jaundice while i leisurely ate chouris pao and all the other unmentionables.