Archive for January, 2008
I cannot wait anymore. I keep singing “Rain Rain go away….” again and again with the hopes that I can see some sunshine. And this, for a person whose name literally translates to nimbus clouds.
Rains here are not like the ones in Bangalore. They are cold, icy and plain dull. There is no before rain winds you can sit and enjoy in your verandah with a steel lota full of coffee. There is no milky sunshine after. It is just grey and more grey. And to top it all, I dont get to just sit at home and sulk….I have to take my dog Rummy out for his evening walk.
For those who dont know Rummy, at first glance he may look like this really really paaapa character who only wants your affection and love , but he can be as stubborn as a mule. He needs the weather, stars, vaastu, feng shui, etc to be alligned perfectly for him to go out for a walk, and some more things only he is capable of sensing to be alligned too for him to find that perfect spot and then pee on it. So Rummy puts his head outside the door, shakes his head, decides he is NOT going out and walks back to his bed. Ok…how about doing his business in the back yard? No Sir, can’t do. He looks back at me with this calm resolute face that says “You can bring me here, but I won’t do it” while I hold an umbrella in one hand and do the rain dance around him.
To re-evaluate our situation:
1. Rummy wants to pee – badly
2. Rummy does not want to go out in the rain
3. Rummy does not want to do it in the backyard.
Try explaining to him that he is in a deadlock.
Finally, after lots of threats, pleading and doggie treats, he decides he will come out. I make him wear this doggie jacket I got for him ( No, I am not one of those people who makes their dog wear clothes. But just try getting Rummy dry and you will have different ideas) and off we go. But you know, things can’t be so simple. Rummy does not like his jacket ( OK..it is a little small for an 80 pound dog) and decides he wont pee until I take it off him. Also he stages a protest by standing in the MIDDLE of the road and refusing to move. So again, I perform the rain dance and take the jacket off him after which he promptly does his thing. And he is wet.
We come back home, and now Rummy decides he likes the rain too much. So he decides NOT to come into the house. And runs all around the yard while I chase him with a towel. More rain dance for me. Finally, he is semi dry and comes into the house, when I realise I forgot to wipe his paws. My house now looks like it is celebrating Krishna Janmastami with doggie foot prints. I give up. I will just sit on the couch and sulk till K comes home.
Rummy during his sun soaking session
This is how my blog stats look after 3 days….
I read this story about the importance of Gita. There is a grandpa reading the Gita and the grandson asks him what he is reading.
Grandpa: This is Gita kano…our holy book
Boy: Howda…what does it say tatha?
Grandpa : I dont really understand
Boy: Then why are you reading it?
Grandpa: OK I will tell you, but first go get the coal basket
Grandpa: Now go get me water in this basket from the river
Boy tries a lot of times…but paapa, he is not able to get the water because it leaks. Finally he gives up and comes to his Grandpa
Boy: Tatha, I cannot do this …the water always runs out before I get it here
Grandpa: But you have not noticed one thing, look at the basket now…it was covered in coal and now it is clean. So even if you dont know what you are doing or why you are doing it, there is some use that comes out of it.
End of story
Now, as a logical thinking engineer, I find many flaws in this. When you are trying to achieve something ( in this case, enlightment) then you should work towards it. Not just waste time waiting for it to happen as a side effect. If I used the above mentioned approach at work I would be sacked before I can say “Rama Krishna…neena kaapadappa” ( Rama/Krishna whoever is available, please save me).
Had the Grandpa put some effort into understanding what he was reading, he could have probably even moved on to Bible, Koran and other books, thus getting a better wider perspective. And the poor boy would not have to make so many trips to the river if he had just been told to wash the basket. Maybe he could have washed two baskets!
This story has been an example of our attitude for so many things. Aiyooo…dont touch this ..it is madi…dont do that…dont be a smart ass and ask stupid questions. And thats how meaningless things that torture young girls and boys are born. I will end this post with a zoom into the future of the boy:
Boy ( who is now a grandpa): Le Sundru…come here
Sundru ( grandson): What is it tatha?
Boy: Take that charcoal basket and bring water from the river in it 5 times
Sundru: Why tatha?
Boy: Stupid fellow…your mother has given you too much leniance…just do what it tell you
Sundru: But really….why?
Boy: Since the time of my grandpa I have been doing this and it is good. Now just shut up and go
Previously posted on Sulekha
After having lived with room mates of all shape, size, color and behaviours, I feel compelled to classify them and list out their characteristics. And I am doing this for all those novices who will be stepping out of their comfortable homes for the first time and daring to live among these creatures.
This kind of room mate thinks she is good at everything, and that there cannot be a talent she cannot master or a subject she cannot study. She will insist on decorating her space and yours in her way, claim that her boyfriend is incarnation of god on earth, and will even give you his phone number to pass on to your boy friend so that he can learn a couple of things. In the mean time, she will non stop tell you how perfect her relationship is and how the rest of us are doomed to never experience love in our lives. And then, she will proceed to re-organize your entire closet.
She will declare herself the organizer of any event that will happen in a 100 mile radius of your apartment. You will come home to constantly find strangers sitting around and eating YOUR snacks for a get-together she organized. If there is an event in the university, she will participate in 10 of the 9 events that were on the programme list. She will sing and dance on stage irrespective of whether she is getting tomatoes thrown at her. And then, there will be some idiot who will come and tell her how great she was so that she can start doing it all over again.
As the name suggest, the first sign is the unsightly mold growing near her living area. This room mate is the sloppiest you will ever find, but is very clever at disguising the sloppiness. She will appear neat in public, taking care to wash her hands even if she has not done anything with it. And when you tell other people she is sloppy, they will just stare at you in disbelief till you invite them over and show the premises.
I believe they don’t have a Latin name for this type of room mates. They don’t need an explanation, just read the name. And I have come across them. What I am about to tell you is 100% true. I once had a room mate who woke me up in the middle of the night and told me that God had asked her to be friends with me. And then she changed her mind in the morning and decided I was her enemy. She started carrying her toilet paper in her bag(??) and stopped eating in front of us because we would cast an evil eye!
This room mate just gives you the creeps. You don’t want to mess with her, or else…… You just keep out of her way, give her what she wants and hope that she wont come after you.
This one is friendly with everyone. So friendly that she expects you to bare your soul in front of her just because you told “Hi”. That is manageable, but then she will start telling you all her “innermost” secrets which will last hours and hours, and which you would have heard anyways from her other “close” friends. May not seem very harmful at first, but after a week of “sharing”, you just want to run away.
This room mate has only geographically moved out of the house. Her parents will call you up to check on her, and even scold you when you have a fight with her. I had an encounter with this species once. In the university, around exam time, all of us work really late in the labs. So each of us has our own key so that we can come in without disturbing other. The darling of her parents, the room mate in question, forgot her keys. Instead of just knocking on the door, and letting one of us irritated souls open the door for her, she calls her parents who are in India, who in turn call us and blast us for locking their poor baby out of the apartment!
Room mate Idealis
They say this species is a myth, or it is so rare it has been considered extinct. This is the perfect room mate, who will make you soup when you are sick, wash the dishes on her turn and know when to come by and when to stay away. If you find one, don’t let go. But one dis-advantage is that this will not prepare you in any way for another species you will encounter called the HUSBAND.
OK. I have this incredible urge to give blouse pieces to my friends who are coming over for a weekend get together. And I want to act like an aunty and everything. Arshna, kunkuma, beetel leaves – the whole nine yards. And I am not very religious at all! Very strange…….
So much for the whole “Hello World” thing. Why wait when you can unleash your chaotic cluelessness right away?
If anyone out here knows why a sane girl suddenly wants to give out color color blouse pieces, please enlighten me right away.