I've got love that is impossible

It happened to me ... I cant believe it happened to me .... Oh baby ..you came ..you came for me. I thought I had lost you ..I have been longing for this moment for so long ...things like these don't happen to me so often. And you are here ...I cant believe you are here .. for all the time apart.. I guess I deserve to be happy now and I am. Oh man .. I wanna hold you so tightly and never let you go ... you're mine .. and I wont ever let you outta ma sight again. Thank you .. thank you my friend for doing this .. .. a million thanks .. a trillion ..a zillion ..... thanks ... topping the roof ..jumping away .. thanks .. .. I can hear the strums ring tone in my head again tanananatanananang.. oh wait I can hear it on my Apple IPhone..!!!!

Thanks Mo.

:)

Pumping goodness back in the loop again!

Woke up this morning .... 

Heard my mother saying something ... 

Like disaster in the house ..since

The cook didn't come today and

next second I was running ... 

for the bus that didn't stop for me

took the other I saw coming .. 

and gave up ma seat for the lady..

got down somewhere in between 

did something I could never do ... 

took ANOTHER bus to destination....

I guess I'm in the groove

Helped a blind lady ... 

to find her seat next to me..

Walking down the road and ..

blaxo came running ... 

he's ma famished white dog I keep feeding..

Looked out for the open tea shop ...

Parle G was a saviour ..

All's well again

World is happy again .....

I thought SHE was up there ...

But I know SHE is in here.

Who am I ... I am the friendly neighbourhood freaky haired angelic dame.

p.s. For all the MCP's... God can be a SHE ... so stop wondering who I am referring to!

I know where she is coming from!

She is this famous blog writer with like 35000 hits ...who recently wrote a book ..hopefully a successful one. I happen to read it.. better yet.. happen to start and end reading as fast as possible. I would not wanna spill names coz that is not the purpose of this blog. The thing is ... while I was reading the book .. it was a big never ending story about her and her ventures with all possible guys .. I admired her to let her life out in the open like that ..but there are details that people don't need to know..especially your parents ..your family ..your X-boyfriends and yeah off course your future ones.. It was too much of a chick book ... and way too girly for me.

Anyway the point being ... the blog was such a rip off from "The Sex and the City" ... I mean I have watched whole 7 seasons of this enlightening serial ...and only wished I could be like Carrie Bradshaw ...getting invites for parties..free lancing ..shoes..clothes..accessories ..did I mention shoes.. Hell I even know someone who lives in new york .. is a writer and lives in an apartment she cant afford ..and I thought the closest I'll come to being like her is writing blogs .. I'm just feeling bad that someone thought of it before I did ...damn you twenty plus something older girls ... I wish I could start bloggin a lil earlier. I hope I have better shoes sense than her.. ok ffine curly hair will also do!!

Not so famous Blog Writer

Oh my sweet long lost Mango

The season has begun. The time to let go of all your table manners and dig into that sweet sweet mango and taste the most hyped at the same time awaited fruit. I pity the ones who don't like it and trust me I recently got to know a lotta them .. but really ..to me this is not just a fruit. May be it is the long period you need to wait for it .. or may be it is just the hype around which I've been born and brought up .. but it doesn't matter coz I absolutely love it. I am a giver .. atleast I claim to be one .. but offering to have my mango .. hmmm .. now that's new! Its here and I'm taking total advantage of that. My mommy's gonna store it .. until December .. but the taste of the real fruit its priceless.

P.S. Mango if you're reading this .... I'm strictly referring to the fruit only.

Mango Lover....(not you Mr.Mangirish (mango))

The Simple Life ...pursuing sisterhood

    Getting ready for office .. making sure my clothes match and stuffing the jewellery and make up in my bag ..hoping I would still manage to catch the 7.40 BMTC bus. My high heels make it hard for me to run .. but I manage. Ah .. there it comes and a sigh of relief. A crowded journey till my stop .. and on the way a nun boards the bus. She smiles at the lady conductor . She seems like a regular traveller.
    I try to look closer and deeper. I think of all the things that must have led her to take such a vow to commit to God. How can they ask her to love but not fall in love? May be you need to be above all the seven deadly sins .. but isnt that what makes us humans! Getting outta the chain of thoughts I looked at her again.. she looked middle aged . so may be she was a widow .. or divorced .. failed love may be or just the 'calling' to serve God. She was kind and simple. She was wearing a brown sari with a crucifix necklace and thats it. 

    Now this is where I get self obsessed and think of myself. I wonder .. what if I were to become a nun. My first thought was not if I could help other people .. it was .. would I wear that brown sari with just a chain and simple shoes .. for the rest of my life! Will I be able to let go of all my luxuries and lead a religious life. The very fact I didnt think of serving people first .. shows how I can never become a nun. But even if I did .. I surely try to help people in my own sort of way .. I couldnt think of living a life with mere basics and chastity. Sisterhood is fine ... but the simple life.. now thats just too Paris hilton for me.

Not so simple
Me.

Baby Ballroom

I love dancing ...all forms of it .. from classical to hip hop hoochee mama..there is so much you can do with it .. and I would like to believe I am blessed with the talent to dance. I dance when I'm happy and I dance when I feel I'm putting on weight.. Or probably just dance. You don't need reasons to dance you can feel it ...enjoy it and love it.. and love yourself doing it. Well hooked on to the idiot box I watched Baby Ballroom. And as it clearly says .. the show has ten year old kids dancing so well ..doing the tango or the ballroom dancing. At first glance they looked like two mature people swaying and dancing to the beats. The dedication and love they have for dancing was evident. The maturity on their faces bedazzled me totally. I wanted to be there and have someone who would lead me on the floor. If only I wasn't so challenged with my vocabulary I would have expressed it so much better. All I can think of is .. It was just so beautiful and graceful and and ... (I'm speechless).

Not so Good Friday ... on a Good Friday Holiday!

Today is a holiday ..Oh Jesus.. ... The only calls I get are from the phone company... mocking me over my STD calls .. the only messages I get are from da bank, advertising their new offers or from the plane ticketing service or the credit card company ..and I wonder..is there anyone who thinks its worth calling me and letting me know that I'm remembered. I guess I deserve this for all the times I just didn't try too hard to keep in touch. And the people I love are just too far away and in order to keep in touch ... you need to drill a hole in your pocket. Well there is nothing much to do around here at home. And I just realized I hate lazing around and also ..sleeping is such a waste of time.. I have been talking to my TV and I freaked myself out by calling my computer 'My Baby' .. I'm nurturing it with loading the latest antivirus ..which took freaking two hours for the whole process. Man if computers are so demanding ... I don't think I am ready to have more people around !!!

So who's the bad guy then ...

Some women like men who are nice, sweet, emotional and completely in love with them...some of them like men who are strong emotionless, assertive and rational .. While the nice ones are the jealous, twinkled eyed, space hogger, poetry writers.. the latter category seems more exciting and questionable. These are the kind of guys who don't get jealous or infact don't feel anything at all. Now these types don't care much about where you go, who you meet coz they say they trust you completely. They don't care if you've waxed or have tried so hard to look good coz it doesn't matter. They don't flood you with gifts or write poems or put any thought into making any occasion special..you know like birthdays, anniversaries, new years etc etc.... . Now all this sounds so terrible but the truth is they are not so bad. It all starts out good .. the stubbornness is a turn on ..the assertiveness is sooo manly and the little extra things they do .. rock your world. Oh today he went out of his way to do this ..and he thought of me while doing that . oh so sweet. Are these kinda guys for real ? Trust me they surely are!!! Is it them or is it us women. Have we made them what they are? What if the guy is an 8 on 10 and he just loses out on emotions..it that acceptable ? What do we really want ...A man with a heart or a man with a head! Sorry ladies ... you cant have the cake and eat it too .. I still don't understand the proverb but I guess it just fits..

p.s. I dont get men !!!! Sue me if I claim otherwise.

Confused Lady

So what really is good for me ...

When people say 'Good for you' ...Does is really mean any good? Or are those the three magic words that make you shut up. Its so annoying ... I hate it when he says that to me !!!

Pissed off
Me