Night
Hot-air balloon or Water balloon?
Erm if you won't allow me to ji you, you can't let you ji me either. Lol. Oh, Kavita ji, I eat most all of my meals alone, whether at home or in a restaurant.
Question: Do you watch movies with friends or would you rather watch a movie alone?
Not yet. But, I keep telling myself, I have what it takes to lay down my life to save another. I hope that when the opportunity presents itself, I would not think twice…so help me God.
Long intense conversations.
Question: Have you ever saved another person's life?
Ambidextrous at Baseball but not at Tennis. Right-handed for everything else, though I started off Left-handed.
Question: If you were given all the money you want, but were told that you cannot buy anything for yourself, what would you buy and for whom?
For the sake of preserving this forum's propriety, let me say this and no more: It appeared that I had more erm skin on me when I crawled out than when I had jumped in. Try being in water for the better part of three hours in chilly weather, and you will experience first hand what I had endured. Now, here is my question: Would you rather be alone on an isolated beach or surrounded by people on a crowded beach?
Ness? Nessa? There was time when I called all pretentious divas JLo, all longsuffering saints Teresa and all scheming self-propagandists Diana. I was not very popular at work for some reason that evades me still.
No more ji. I will call you by whatever name you so desire. Now, my reward please?
Squirrels? Sheesh, they be nasty little critters that creep into tiny spaces in old houses and crunch nuts erm like Pecans and the like…and keep people awake.
And pray what is your condition?
Skinny dipping ain't all that bad you know. Except for the one occasion, my clothes fell of the branch into the stream and apparently got carried away. I was too busy underwater, trying to strike a trans-specie conversation with indigent acquatic life. When I surfaced, there were more people than my delicate situation warranted. I did what seemed best at that time. I swam downstream. I wish I could tell you what happened afterward, but Nessa ji is glaring, so I will cease and desist.
Erm, I did not get it either. As for blushing, you wish! I don't blush. I am brown dang it. Blushing is for pale people, like a friend of mine, who scarred my retinas when she wore shorts. Alie, Lol, you have a jaundiced imagination. Since when has green been your favorite color huh? Oh, Nessa ji, no apologies necessary.
Sheesh! I so slow in spite of all this coffee! Maybe I am dying of some dreadful disease? No, that cannot be, I haven't yet seen the dimple or perhaps a pimple, but seeing that said dimple lies yonder beyond the Cape, its a task not that simple. So, here I am, my head in a wimple with a rimple, wishing life was not so much of a crimple.
Too many things…sheesh…choices, choices! For now, perhaps, sleep in, make myself a big breakfast, play with the neighbor's kids, go to the organic farm and pick myself fresh vegetables, take a walk along the stream, go skinny-dipping if possible…
Poster (Before me)
Mobile Phone (Beside me to the left)
Chair (Under me)
Coffee mug (Beside me to the right)
Bible (Beside me)
I cracked the Quarter Century mark with Coffees today! Haven't had that many coffees in a long time. No wonder…its 2.28am and I cannot sleep Lol.
Hmm Surfboard (Sharks), Skateboard (Tooth-less Grin)…Surfboard it is! Poor Sharks must be starving.
Zit on nose or boil on behind?
Neighbor's Kid
Yuck. Cannot stand Tahini.
Idli Sambar?
Football
Nessa ji, I have read this somewhere. Are you into Near Eastern Studies? Seems so familiar but I cannot place the author's name. Help, even if it were in private. Please?
It is such a pity that Must Love Dogs, a mediocre movie at best, should introduce to most people, a poem as wonderful as William Butler Yeats' 'Brown Penny.' But for Christopher Plummer's memorable recital of the poem and the very gorgeous Diane Lane, the movie is mostly forgettable. The poem, however, should never be forgotten. Here is 'Brown Penny,' written perhaps when Yeats was yet young.
I whispered, 'I am too young,'
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To find out if I might love.
'Go and love, go and love, young man,
If the lady be young and fair.'
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing,
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon.
Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.