Likes and Dislikes….even the ant I am about to trample has Choices, but my feet hate ants, live and let live you might say, But I am not like that Swamij, the one with the nice and thick beard. He came across a solitary ant one day, walking all alone in a dense forest, felt pity and put him on his beard. A little ahead he saw a ant hill. Time to drop off the Li’t Anty he thought and showed his beard to the ant hill. I wonder what it would have been to feel a million ants marching into your beard. Poor Swamiji, the itching of so many of his guests were unbearable for his non violent self. He squashed all of them with his two big hands might as well killed the first one!!!

This reminds me of Position. Until now, I have one string of words fresh in my mind ‘A place for everything and everything in its place.’ Who else but my mother is the speaker, and as her daughter, well I try my best to make everything seem a little less messy!! As a kid, when my brother got new shoes or for that matter anything new, the first few days would see him keep the shoes on the table or in the shelf of him cloth cupboard or near the altar. After all shoes…

This brings me to Opinions. Many a time our estimation of people, hangouts, and habits are influenced by the people around us. Nevertheless, when every opinion is of one particualr other or others then, where is “us” in it. This isn’t any of those isms. It is a fact. Many may not realize it, but we tend to idolize, respect and appreciate some people (our close friends, parents or a star) to an extent that, we see through their eyes, talk through their mouths and hear only them. Such parasites are difficult to handle and tolerate. It would be miracle if Man is so perfect!! I wonder when.

Have a wonderful year ahead!!!!

Sometimes I feel that the concept of the New Year is the root cause for a lot of procrastination. Why because, we wait for the first of January to put our resolutions into action. Be it being good, or bad or to run or walk or to talk or to love, hate or to mourn, or to just laugh.

What say?

The same is the concept of Monday. Most of us our Garfields. Go for a walk come Monday morning or to the gym in the evening and we’ll see the crowd there, trying trying hard to get that wanted start in the physique area. The number dwindles on a Tuesday, a little more on Wednesday…. Thursday, oh just one more day…. Friday, well party or rest or relaxation.

Sounds familiar…. The gym is just an example.

Wonder for whose convenience these routines were created. Was it the Bible, Sabbath and the creation theory or some human being? Imitation is quite common. I do and you do too. In a way it is kind of an appreciation for the person or thing we imitate. No! no! I’m not heading and concluding as Plato did. But when some one is so empty headed to copy every move, well it is a problem.

But these concepts may not be imitations. They most probably are forced upon, some ruler or Manu of some era.

Hope I could read about the Tuesday as the first day of the week and February 28 as New Year

Have a wonderful year ahead – colourful, with good health, faith, hope and rainbows.

Regards, Ash

Mousetrap – Nice Forward!!!


A mouse looked through the crack in the wall to see the farmer and his wife open a package. “What food might this contain?” the mouse
wondered. He was devastated to discover it was a mousetrap.

Retreating to the farmyard, the mouse proclaimed the warning: “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”

The chicken clucked and scratched, raised her head and said, “Mr. Mouse, I can tell this is a grave concern to you, but it is of no consequence to me. I cannot be bothered by it.”

The mouse turned to the pig and told him, “There is a mousetrap in the house! There is a mousetrap in the house!” The pig sympathized, but said, “I am so very sorry, Mr. Mouse, but there is nothing I can do about it but pray. Be assured you are in my prayers.”

The mouse turned to the cow and said, “There is a mousetrap in the
house! There is a mousetrap in the house!”

The cow said, “Wow, Mr. Mouse. I’m sorry for you, but it’s no skin off
my nose.”

So, the mouse returned to the house, head down and dejected, to face the farmer’s mousetrap alone.

That very night a sound was heard throughout the house — like the sound of a mousetrap catching its prey.

The farmer’s wife rushed to see what was caught. In the darkness, she did not see it was a venomous snake whose tail the trap had caught.

The snake bit the farmer’s wife. The farmer rushed her to the hospital, and she returned home with a fever. Everyone knows you treat a fever with fresh chicken soup, so the farmer took his hatchet to the farmyard for the soup’s main ingredient.

But his wife’s sickness continued, so friends and neighbors came to sit with her around the clock. To feed them, the farmer butchered the pig.

The farmer’s wife did not get well; she died. So many people came for her funeral, the farmer had the cow slaughtered to provide enough meat for all of them.

The mouse looked upon it all from his crack in the wall with great sadness.

MORAL
So, the next time you hear someone is facing a problem and think it
doesn’t concern you, remember — when one of us is threatened, we are all at risk

I never saw those shooting stars again;

I never went that way around that time again.
That could be a reason.
But then there was Mister A, who was fantastic
His entry into the Mumbai roads was peeeeerrrrrfect, is all I can say,
with the background score in toe.
Mmmm… ask me how the movie was and I would say it is all about style – the one word that stands out in all the reviews.
But if not for the synonyms,
I have no more to add to the rest of the fourth estate.

We had dinner,
the usual rotis and dals… our ‘cook aunty’ makes,
and maybe it was the dal that got us thinking,
the reality of life while working,
Boring!!!!

Come morning,

Brush, shower

Run for the cab

… Slog!!

….6:30 and

It is home,

Listen to the cook,

Rest, eat

And

Most important

Sleep

Why not a movie, Dhoom 2, na the first week hyped that poster pasted all over Pepe…no chance!! We booked for Don, dislike on the faces of Ms A and S. they had a full glimpse at the previews….

The ticket counters were barely empty, in queues, eyes glued to the screen, Dhoom 2 – Available. Money people, and the next 11/2 hours we saw Team India’s loss

Reached home at 2, and yes…

Come morning,

Brush, shower

Run for the cab

… Slog!!

….6:30 and

It is home,

Listen to the cook,

Rest, eat

And

Most important

Sleep.

Shooting stars and I made a wish. They were falling off the rear shield of the Santro in front of ours. Two at a time golden in color, they looked nice. Maybe the folks behind us made a wish too seeing our cab.

For a moment, I thought that as many stars as the wishes would pop one by one in the sky sound effect included twwwwwwwwwwenk…..haahaaa …….

It is wonderful to sit and watch somebody drive,

To watch them irked as the traffic is bad,

To hear the honks as no body can move

To watch people in neighboring vehicles shift and fidgit

To listen to conversations because you are just there

To hear the mourns of those newly weds spouse and the mother to be

To feel the ac on the face, and the see the crowd scuttling home after a hard day’s work

I hope I see those shootings stars again amidst the din and the bin and the kin and the pin.

The auto driver going slowly past ….
when I am evidently in no mood to stop and say Hi!
Maybe a ride because I’m sweating and tired of all that foot miles …

The biker zipping away too close to the median…
people waiting to cross to one side…
Early morning cold bath on a winter day…

Sleeping in tracks and socks to get set and go
when the alarm rings for 5…
Dreaming away in bed
when work is just an hour away….

There is a logic to all and sundry

like the wind that decides to blow east
instead of into my face today.
The race is interesting,
this time it is the auto and a bullet…
A heavy traffic zone
the busiest time of day…
The end line,
the the white line where the police stops you when the signal is red…
The auto spurts a little and so does the bike…
a few more and the red turned green
And away it went leaving us with a smile.
I wonder…
they’ll give you a reason!


Wonder why parks were build,
the rock statues and the mountains lawns…
Couples snuggle in wee hours,
morning and evening makes little difference!!

Takes a lot of motivation to pull myself up
in the morning for a walk in the park,
Or a stroll in the evening, to collect veggies or curd
there should be a logic to that as well as there is a logic to every think.
Rumors are next in line
I am in awe of their speed…
A thought in some mind
and the tongue wags
it wags a lot faster when in a group
The distance it travels…
I wonder, brisk walk is slower,
ought to be

I was away and now I’m back,

the absence triggered minds
Those literary fairytales ….
stories a thousand storey high…
in office
How was the fever,
the cough and the cold…
are you ok…
can you work…
A little time for myself
An exit without a word to a soul
The smirk should have said it all,
there is a logic to that as well!


I just took off for sometime, a vacation from work a little time for myself…
Renewed refreshed and back in action…
Lv,
Ash

Stars and fishes ….and the man

Do something nice for someone else.

A man was walking down the beach at sunset. As, he walked along, hesaw another man in the distance. He noticed this man kept leaningdown, picking up something and throwing it out into the water, again and again.

As, he approached even closer, he noticed that the man waspicking up starfish that had been washed up on the beach. He wasthrowing them back into the water, one by one.

Puzzled, he approached the man and said, “Good Evening. I was wondering what you are doing.”

“I’m throwing these starfish back into the ocean. You see, it’s lowtide and all these starfish have been washed up onto the shore. If, Idon’t throw them back into the ocean, they’ll die up here from lack ofoxygen.”

“But, there must be thousands of starfish on this beach. You can’tpossible get to all of them. And, don’t you realize this is probably happening on hundreds of beaches all up and down this coast. Can’t yousee that you can’t possibly make a difference?”

The man bent down and picked up yet another starfish, and threw itback into the ocean. With a smile he replied, “Made a difference to that one !!!”

Just remember, no matter how small the deedit really does makes a difference.Make a difference today.
Do something nice for someone else.

well …..

In a moment of great enthusiasm I did it.
I clicked on that link which said Blogger beta
and
there started my troubles.
Am I the email id I log in to it or the user Ash, confused.
Conjuring which combination suit which blog increasing
my typing skills
and
to an extent my patience
and
also my stubborn attitude that forces me to face all these hurdles
and
finally publish my comment on the blog.
As Velu commented
This Blogger beta thing is driving me crazy. Am posting under ‘Other’, hence!! :)”

It is crazy …..
Waiting for the day when all the bloggers have opted into the function,
There is no method to a fast backward way to get to my old methods….
Well …what can I say…
Me and my curiosity to test the latest be it

the cool drink
or
the eraser
or
the chocolate
or
the software
…;p….
now the image thing is acting crazy 😦

the excursion ………

We just went into that house and asked if we could see her. They did say that they saved her that morning from a crow in their back yard. It was night around 8 o’clockish, but it was our need this time. The cage was brought to us and lol!! She came jumping from her side of it to my side and started her parrot talk, yes Tintu girl, we are all ears to listen to your adventures of the last two days.

The joy of entering our home, getting into her bed and walking down with us… well she was sure excited. Hungry, tired and jet lag too I suppose, she talked for two hours and slept away in her corner, all puffed up, one leg for the grip and the other towards her body. The cacophony of our home was back and everybody around got milky bars at Tintu’s Homecoming.

It is said that Parrots never recognize their homes or owners. We stepped into that corner house where I had seen a parrot like Tintu with little hope. Anticipating a struggle we took her photos along. But what Tintu did surprised all of us. Her affection and change of mood when she saw us was proof enough that yes, this is our kid….