Dud Sea Scrawls The Writing, clearly, is not on the wall!

A bit of this, a bit of that, bit of both and most of nothing

I used to be an avid hiker couple of years back. Together with friends and family, we would visit even more exotic places of the already exotic island. I would climb mountains with the agility of a …monkey?, get down cliffs through the rope like … a monkey? I used to feel so proud of myself? Oh and specially when people would pause to clap?? I still tell people I ‘hike’, though I can’t remember the last time I went for a ‘randonnée’/hiking trip. I think I love saying over and over how sporty I am, I love the projection of a sporty me in the minds of others!

Dad’s house needed painting, so he asked a painter to come along on
Monday to paint the house. When at 8am, the guy still didn’t turn up,
father of mine grew restless… He waited some more and then decided
to go check out the guy at his home.

When Tshok the dad knocked, Painter’s father answered.

“Goodmorning, am looking for MrPainter. Is he there?,” Tshok said.

“You are looking for my son, eh? He is not a painter, he is an artist”
PainterzDad replied.

Tshok, a bit perplexed, still insisted on seeing the artist son.

Am I still allowed to hang about here?

Howdy folks! Trust y’all are doing well….

This is just a test to see if I am allowed to post stuff

Will be back soon if this works
Cheers!

dipsomaniac rambling ..

http://terminal-moraine.blogspot.com/2008/02/seven-kinds-of-nonsense.htm…

With the PhD that is.
Finally after all the stress , angst and asking ppl stupid questions and answering some more stupid ones ( pliss to not tell me there are no stupid questions), I am through. The light at the end of the tunnel was not an incoming train, hallelujah. Chhoti se mombatti thi

It’s meme time again: here is my post

It all started with MrBaloo’s (our big black dog) love story or rather the end of his love story. When MrBaloo’s girlfriend got picked by the MSPCA van weeks ago, MrBaloo was badly struck. He sulked, stayed in a corner of our compound, wouldn’t move an inch, wouldn’t eat. This came as a major shock to us all, for MrBaloo was in all ways an alpha male, definitely not one to brood over a gal. But here we had a poor fellow, crying his heart out for his lost love. Even alpha males have a heart apparently?

Am I allowed to post here? I know I have not been a good DSS member, have not posted anything since Jan 2006 and have not even commented on any posts since a reaalllllyy long time. But I swear I have been reading everything here and DSS is in my favorites , I swear guys..And technically I am still a member..

I know its kind of late to be commenting on this…but i could not take it anymore!The whole world is going gaga over something that J K Rowling said. The author and the creator of the Harry Potter book series informed her struck readers that the most accomplished wizard of all times, the man who was more than a mentor to the troubled Harry, the man who had all the answers, was gay. And I guess that not even Albus Dumbledore has the answer to the furore that this revelation has created.

Watched OSO in a theater over the weekend. Don’t think we would have got a ticket in India so early but we easily managed one here easily. Not that I am a SRK fan or anything but it was a long standing ( well, 9 months!! ) demand of my wife we should at least watch one movie in theater. We had never watched a movie in theater or TV together till date. Various reasons but agreeing upon which one to watch is the primary one as our tastes are entirely different.

At the end of very long days and specially if it happens to be an important Hindu festival, I ask myself what J and I are doing in this country far away from family, roots and culture ? There is no family within a thousand miles of us. We get by as well as we could hope to in a foreign country thanks to the kindness of strangers and friends. Yet, I can’t but help think of Diwali and the flickering earthen lamps, the smell of firecrackers and the gentle nip in the air just when my neighbors set their Jack-o-lanterns on the patio.

It is common knowledge back home that Bong dudes are prone to being profoundly weird. The gents themselves might describe themselves as “profound” (which is their misplaced belief) but us women know that the operative word is weird. Without further ado, a small sampling of the said weirdness, I have come across over the years.

I love machines. And it is this love that makes me want to understand each and every small nut, bolt and socket, especially, the cars I drive, which are Maruti Gypsy and Fiat Uno.
Now, this fascination would not be a problem or an issue, if I were just the right gender. But, due to the blessed fate of nature, I am a girl. Which basically means that I am continuously ridiculed, slandered and sometimes downright humiliated when I confess my love and my knowledge of vehicles.