Slices of my daily life

Usually when I drive to office, I am on auto-pilot. The mind is free to think. I have often received stares at signals since I was singing loudly or rehearsing dialogues. I am that absorbed in my thoughts ! Today too was no different. The traffic was relatively less and as one signal turned green, I raced ahead, close on the heels of an autorickshaw. Suddenly the autorickshaw swerved to the right and, naturally, so did I. As the autorickshaw went forward, I saw why it had swerved. There was a pair of kittens, probably 2-3 days old, cuddled up with each other, exactly in the middle of the road ! I cringed. By the time this fact registered, I was a little distance ahead. I quickly took my motorcycle to the left to park it. I saw that another guy on a motorcycle had just parked his vehicle and was rushing to the kittens. I parked my motorcycle next to his. I couldn’t help myself and I too started walking back towards the kittens. Just then, a car was pulling up to the left. The door op...

Reading this reminded me of this and so many book memories came flooding in my mind :) The earliest one is when I was in the third standard. My father had promised to buy me a set of 30 books of Tarzan (in Marathi) if I stood first in class. As it happened I stood third, but he bought it any way :) Even when I was in the fourth standard, I had a fair-sized collection of books. So much so that I cleared up a cupboard, neatly arranged all my books in it, numbered them, made a register where I kept a record of all my books. In fact, I even ran a library in my colony for a couple of months. I used to charge 10 paise per book and it had to be returned within three days. The library did quite well and I did myself proud by earning my pocket-money. When I read The Malory Towers by Enid Blyton, I used to really, genuinely, feel bad that we weren’t living in the UK, because if we were, I could have made sure that my parents sent me to it. In fact, for a few months after reading Enid Bl...

Change... the one and only guaranteed thing in this world... gives me stress... always... but what I fail to see and understand is, that, whatever change I'm stressed about is also, eventually, going to change :)

When you are inside your home, you could be in any city in the world. It is only when you step outside that you are in one particular city.

If you don’t want people to judge you on your past, then change your present. Every day. Till that becomes the past people recollect and judge you on.

Hypothesis: Waiters are either programmed or dim or both The students: Yours Truly (YT) & TH (The Husband) Prologue: YT has extremely low tolerance to hot food/beverages. This has often resulted in a burnt tongue/palate. Consequently, after being repeatedly taught a lesson (by the lord above), YT now takes due care to wait till her food/beverage is cold. In restaurants she orders her hot beverage with her food hoping that it will be served at the same time as the food, get cold till she finishes her food and thus she can enjoy it immediately after the food and at the same time as TH is enjoying his hot beverage. Added benefit: Precious time is saved. Scenario One (in ye olden days): YT & TH go to a restaurant. The Waiter (TW) comes to take the order. YT / TH: “1 ‘dish1’, 1 ‘dish2’ and 1 tea (or coffee, as per YT’s mood)” TW: “And for you sir ?” YT / TH: “We’ll tell that later” TW: “OK. 1 tea, 1 ‘dish2’, 1 ‘dish1’. YT / TH: “Perfect” After some time TW: “1 ...

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