Dad's here. Mom's not.
I spend my mornings alone, in a sleepy stupor. With cats. I don't seem to NEED the laptop to be on. I don't need anyone, really.
I sleep. I read. The cats flop around me, fat white furry. I wake up late nights sometimes to see a white mound curled at my feet.
Closest I can get to contentment under the circumstances.
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Monday, 18 October 2010
Wednesday, 2 September 2009
The Inkers
Today, I learned that tattoo artists are always fun to talk to. My friend wants to get a tattoo for her birthday, so I trailed around Bandra with her, doing the rounds of Shoryuken and Al's, to check prices.
Today I also reaffirmed that tattoos are bad on the budget.
Sitting in Shoryuken, I comtemplated. I'm too scared of pain to get a tattoo, of course, and bony so it'd hurt like hell. But if I did....it'd be a black cat.
I was sketching it, something similar to the pic below, only a little rounder.
Later, the dude showed me an even better design, curved dagger-like lines forming the outline of a buxom, rounded cat. It was perfect. Was it already done, I asked. Possibly.
Dammit. I want something unique.
Of course, that is assuming I work up the guts (and the money) to get inked. Maybe, like my friend, I could save up and do it as an 18th bday gift to myself....
Sunday, 16 August 2009
And Just when I needed it most....
I went home. To the place I've called home for the last 17 years.
Swine flu holidays and the ongoing teachers' strike put me on a plane to Muscat on Thursday...and now I'm home. My bright flat with my white cats. Who managed to remember me within two hours of my arrival.
Just being here makes me feel good. More than being here, I think it's being with my parents, and my mom's excellent cooking. And the white cats. I woke up to Maheen-cat biting my ankles. *Happy sigh*
Kaminey was yefterday, and after that movie, I have a newfound refpect for Fhahid Kapoor. A double role with TWO fpeech defects if no eafy tafk.
Today we gave Basu a farewell, well a kinda pseudo farewell, it just ended up with a bunch of us in his complex pool, buoyanting, as we call it. Truly awesome to see these guys again, these guys I love so much, after so long. Today I learnt to always keep camera batteries charged. I learnt that the element of surpise, and some sentimentality is a good thing to have. (SLK, LOL.) I've been spanked multiple times today, and pushed into the deep end of the pool. Which I enjoyed, even though I can't swim too well at all....
Very cool. I love being in the water though. Feels nice. Not too nice after I get out, like a drenched cat, hair all frizzy.
I learnt...that a few people don't forgive easy and there's nothing you can do about it. And I know my Muscat friends love me, and home will always be home.
:)
For Once, I'm happy about this strike bullshittyness.
Wednesday, 13 May 2009
Bombay calling
And after a year and a half of anticipation and whatnot, I'm finally in Bombay.
It's humid. grrr. I can handle dry heat, I've lived in a country that gets to 45 degrees Celsius in summer. But dry. This is humid. Fans on full blast, sweat running down my back in a most irritating way.
Alphonso mangoes. Lots of them at my place. So it's not just sweat running down me.
I'm loving life. Mom seemed rather amazed that I actually dragged myself to Andheri to meet Rushi just an hour after I got home. Home is Sion, by the way.
"How didja GO??" she asks. "Umm, walk to Sion Circle and then rickshaw." I reply.
"Wow."
What's wow, I ask. No, just didn't expect you to go all the way to Andheri your first day there.
Weird.
But yes, I did do that, I met Rushi, I met Ani, I met Jai, and there was CCD and bad stories and so much laughter that our stomachs hurt. So much.
Home, however, I must get used to. I'm so used to Mom knowing me. Like, knowing not to pay ANY attention when I mutter to myself or grumble in frustration at everything from over-affectionate cats to defunct internet connections.
But Mom's not here, I've got my grandmom and my aunt who constantly ask what I want, and tell me to lower the volume or no, that mango's a little spoilt, take another. I've told them that it is essential that they: 1. Do not worry about me, just leave me to my own devices. 2. Pay no attention to my mutterings. Because I am indeed muttering a lot these days. Lol.
But yeah, it's good out here despite everything. And it can only get better. So cheers to me and all.
It's humid. grrr. I can handle dry heat, I've lived in a country that gets to 45 degrees Celsius in summer. But dry. This is humid. Fans on full blast, sweat running down my back in a most irritating way.
Alphonso mangoes. Lots of them at my place. So it's not just sweat running down me.
I'm loving life. Mom seemed rather amazed that I actually dragged myself to Andheri to meet Rushi just an hour after I got home. Home is Sion, by the way.
"How didja GO??" she asks. "Umm, walk to Sion Circle and then rickshaw." I reply.
"Wow."
What's wow, I ask. No, just didn't expect you to go all the way to Andheri your first day there.
Weird.
But yes, I did do that, I met Rushi, I met Ani, I met Jai, and there was CCD and bad stories and so much laughter that our stomachs hurt. So much.
Home, however, I must get used to. I'm so used to Mom knowing me. Like, knowing not to pay ANY attention when I mutter to myself or grumble in frustration at everything from over-affectionate cats to defunct internet connections.
But Mom's not here, I've got my grandmom and my aunt who constantly ask what I want, and tell me to lower the volume or no, that mango's a little spoilt, take another. I've told them that it is essential that they: 1. Do not worry about me, just leave me to my own devices. 2. Pay no attention to my mutterings. Because I am indeed muttering a lot these days. Lol.
But yeah, it's good out here despite everything. And it can only get better. So cheers to me and all.
Tuesday, 4 November 2008
The new addition..................
.....is a small black kitten with blue eyes. Rather cranky. Now i have three.
but for some reason i feel just a leeeeeetle bit bad about this one.
PS. for the love of GOD, let me never again hear a BOY saying "pwetty please?"
but for some reason i feel just a leeeeeetle bit bad about this one.
PS. for the love of GOD, let me never again hear a BOY saying "pwetty please?"
Friday, 10 October 2008
A night of many miracles
Dussera, the night of ten miracles...
well, actually two. and a few pretty amazing hours after that.
So we were in the toilets in the Amphi building, near the new hall yesterday evening, getting ready for interhouse drama competition and suddenly, a commotion. A call for a plastic bag. And then Bush says "I'm just gonna do it, okay?" I thought she was going to be sick, but then someone said "There's a cat stuck in there."
My mind loomed with a comical pic of my fatcat Maheen scrabbling to get out of the commode, but when i looked in, i gave an involuntary squeal, two foetal hind legs in the water, the body no doubt wedged in the pipe.
So Bush puts her hand in a bag, plunges it in and pulls out a struggling pink kitten, hardly a day old. We spent the next half hour wrapping it up, cleaning it, feeding it, till it seemed content. By GOd, that one's a fighter, and a healthy baby. If she survived near drowning I think she'll survive the rest of it.
Ladies and gentlemen, Miracle. We named her that.
wrapped in my handkerchief. She fits into my palm like a round furry cell phone.
The rescuer and the rescued.
And she fell asleep in my hand.
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And then we were onstage. Our play: The Ghost of Jerry Bundler. I don't know what happened there, I think I was in limbo, though we did overdo the climax, a lot of things broke....
We were the first on schedule, so I had a lot of time after that, most of which I spent checking on the cat.
And, so many hours later, it was time for results.....
I got best supporting actress for my waitress role, dunno why and how, but :D !!
And then, time for the final positions....
In the fourth place: Blue
third place: Green
Second place...................
(interminable pause. please please let it not be us......)
In second place: Red house!!
At thism we jump up and start screaming too, and don't bother to hear first position (us!!!!) we storm the stage amid cheers (us) take our trophies, pose, and go singing to class, where we pose some more, dance a bit, scream, etc.
And when I see mom, I pull puppy dog faces and the I-Wanna-Celebrate card, and that's how I ended up at Marlboro Grounds a half-hour later, for the 2nd half of the last day of dandiya.
I reached the place at 11.30, perfect timing, there was a break going on, so i went off to find out who was there, recieved namy congratulations and one sore loser commenting about my lack of acting talent. they never change.
At midnight we burst into racuous song in honour of Chikki's birthday, and I partnered her when the dancing finally started. They started off with Gujju songs and then switched to filmi, and that's when we threw down the sticks and started the crazy circke dancing, hands against the sky, bangles jingling, skirts swishing.
All too soon and an eternity later, it was over, and the place was emptying and it was just us left, sitting on the ground in various poses of fatigue, waiting for our ride home. A ride who doesn't seem to believe in speed limits or traffic lights and took all the wrong turnings with the nidows down and our hair streaming.
Woot. Legendary night.
:)
well, actually two. and a few pretty amazing hours after that.
So we were in the toilets in the Amphi building, near the new hall yesterday evening, getting ready for interhouse drama competition and suddenly, a commotion. A call for a plastic bag. And then Bush says "I'm just gonna do it, okay?" I thought she was going to be sick, but then someone said "There's a cat stuck in there."
My mind loomed with a comical pic of my fatcat Maheen scrabbling to get out of the commode, but when i looked in, i gave an involuntary squeal, two foetal hind legs in the water, the body no doubt wedged in the pipe.
So Bush puts her hand in a bag, plunges it in and pulls out a struggling pink kitten, hardly a day old. We spent the next half hour wrapping it up, cleaning it, feeding it, till it seemed content. By GOd, that one's a fighter, and a healthy baby. If she survived near drowning I think she'll survive the rest of it.
Ladies and gentlemen, Miracle. We named her that.
wrapped in my handkerchief. She fits into my palm like a round furry cell phone.
The rescuer and the rescued.
And she fell asleep in my hand.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------And then we were onstage. Our play: The Ghost of Jerry Bundler. I don't know what happened there, I think I was in limbo, though we did overdo the climax, a lot of things broke....
We were the first on schedule, so I had a lot of time after that, most of which I spent checking on the cat.
And, so many hours later, it was time for results.....
I got best supporting actress for my waitress role, dunno why and how, but :D !!
And then, time for the final positions....
In the fourth place: Blue
third place: Green
Second place...................
(interminable pause. please please let it not be us......)
In second place: Red house!!
At thism we jump up and start screaming too, and don't bother to hear first position (us!!!!) we storm the stage amid cheers (us) take our trophies, pose, and go singing to class, where we pose some more, dance a bit, scream, etc.
And when I see mom, I pull puppy dog faces and the I-Wanna-Celebrate card, and that's how I ended up at Marlboro Grounds a half-hour later, for the 2nd half of the last day of dandiya.
I reached the place at 11.30, perfect timing, there was a break going on, so i went off to find out who was there, recieved namy congratulations and one sore loser commenting about my lack of acting talent. they never change.
At midnight we burst into racuous song in honour of Chikki's birthday, and I partnered her when the dancing finally started. They started off with Gujju songs and then switched to filmi, and that's when we threw down the sticks and started the crazy circke dancing, hands against the sky, bangles jingling, skirts swishing.
All too soon and an eternity later, it was over, and the place was emptying and it was just us left, sitting on the ground in various poses of fatigue, waiting for our ride home. A ride who doesn't seem to believe in speed limits or traffic lights and took all the wrong turnings with the nidows down and our hair streaming.
Woot. Legendary night.
:)
Tuesday, 30 September 2008
On the way to tuts, the muses strike.
and she doesn't want to come out
She watches from her hiding place
with an inscrutable pout.
Curled among the wet clothes
Refugee from the heat
Away from a stressful world
She doesn't want to meet.
I have to hang the clothes to dry
I'll do it in a few
But if that darned cat's still in there
I'll pin her onto the line too.
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yaar, i've become a bored blogger. maybe it's because i'm so busy. maybe it's writer's block. either way, i have one short story idea which i have yet to actually start with, plus a multitude of tests, assignments etc.
we sang Tu Aashiqui Hai for music talent comp today and came 3rd. we are currently preparing for the inter-house drama on 8th oct.
What else can I say....
Eid Mubarak!
I have a loong weekend ahead, i'll be back soon, when the muses hit me again.
Monday, 10 March 2008
LOuve without boundary.
She's sitting on my lap. And she's purring.
I wanted to go study, but now is impossible, how can I dislodge her without hurting her feelings?
She looks drunk.....
With those beautiful gold eyes she looks at me, calls to me....but what she speaks I cannot understand...
Come on, lets have you back up here....
With little cute noises she surveys the world from my lap, closes her eyes in sheer ecstasy as I rub her under the ears.
She's So soft...so cute you almost want to glompf her....
With deep sighs, I put the computer off, brush the cat fur off my shirt and get back to work.
I wanted to go study, but now is impossible, how can I dislodge her without hurting her feelings?
She looks drunk.....
With those beautiful gold eyes she looks at me, calls to me....but what she speaks I cannot understand...
Come on, lets have you back up here....
With little cute noises she surveys the world from my lap, closes her eyes in sheer ecstasy as I rub her under the ears.
She's So soft...so cute you almost want to glompf her....
With deep sighs, I put the computer off, brush the cat fur off my shirt and get back to work.
Monday, 28 January 2008
Various things
I walked home from tuition today.....kinda wanted to be with my thoughts.
They weren't helping, they were just killing me even more than usual.......
I hate hurting people. Even if it is unknowingly. I kinda suffer with them. And yeah, I know exactly how it feels. So these thoughts, they were telling me I needed to curl up somewhere....
And I'm really bad with apologies. I try, but hurts don't heal fast. I try, but it just makes it worse. So I'm gonna leave it.
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The cat is now spayed. And she's not at all happy about it. I thought I could carry her back from the vet's in a blanket......But she peed on my shirt.
Ick.
and struggled. and growled (!) and yowled.
So i had to get a nice box-carrier and take her home like that.
Very edgy, keeps running away.
Stoopid girl.
They weren't helping, they were just killing me even more than usual.......
I hate hurting people. Even if it is unknowingly. I kinda suffer with them. And yeah, I know exactly how it feels. So these thoughts, they were telling me I needed to curl up somewhere....
And I'm really bad with apologies. I try, but hurts don't heal fast. I try, but it just makes it worse. So I'm gonna leave it.
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The cat is now spayed. And she's not at all happy about it. I thought I could carry her back from the vet's in a blanket......But she peed on my shirt.
Ick.
and struggled. and growled (!) and yowled.
So i had to get a nice box-carrier and take her home like that.
Very edgy, keeps running away.
Stoopid girl.
Monday, 10 December 2007
Partaaaay.....
My friends so rock!!!!!
huh, they planned me a surprise bday party!!!
It was yesterday. we went bowling. after soooooooooooooooooo long!!! never mind that i bowled the crappiest game of my life, drank red bull (ooh........bad idea) and went myaad.....
never mind, never mind!
happy-happy-happy
it's the first time someone's done that for me!
and i totally did NOT know.....how BLONDE can i be???
actually it was kay's payback for the party i gave her last year.....ooh i louve you kay!!!
and sneh too, thank u soooo much!!
muah muah muah....
huh, now me has to go 4 tuts.
meanwhile, my cat's in heat again. she spends the day purring weirdly to herself. hmm....must get her spayed soon.
ugh. SO not lookin fwd to it.....
huh, they planned me a surprise bday party!!!
It was yesterday. we went bowling. after soooooooooooooooooo long!!! never mind that i bowled the crappiest game of my life, drank red bull (ooh........bad idea) and went myaad.....
never mind, never mind!
happy-happy-happy
it's the first time someone's done that for me!
and i totally did NOT know.....how BLONDE can i be???
actually it was kay's payback for the party i gave her last year.....ooh i louve you kay!!!
and sneh too, thank u soooo much!!
muah muah muah....
huh, now me has to go 4 tuts.
meanwhile, my cat's in heat again. she spends the day purring weirdly to herself. hmm....must get her spayed soon.
ugh. SO not lookin fwd to it.....
Wednesday, 14 November 2007
Very Random things
It's not love that makes the world go round, now it's money. rather pathetic innit??
I had a whole bunch of things thought out here, but i forgot them. sigh, and that's the way the world goes.
Maheen's in heat again, so we have to put up with tortured oversexed cat yowlings every other hour till it passes over. we also have to hear discontented cat croonings.ah, well.
the Other Cat is as frisky as ever, but something seems to have happened to one of it's eyes, it's all red and watering. he will be taken to the vet today.
I'm getting kinda into facebook, but it also depresses me because i don't really get anything. ah, well, much i care.
An old friend got back in touch. (contented smile) This is why i love the internet.
Ah. I mentioned my Xavier's application thing to dad the other day. He didn't sound very happy (in fact, he distinctly told me 'i'm not happy') but he didn't tell me why. he just 'refuses to discuss it now'.
shit man, what do i do???? i want to apply there so badly, i want it so much mannn......
and i don't even know what he has a problem with, whether it's me shifting stream, or it's me shifting stream NOW, or what. I just don't know. That's dad for you. he's very much like me. and i won't say much more about him here, somehow i don't think it's right.
but anyway, mom said she'd talk to him. i need him to get me more details when he goes to mumbai in december.
Damn i can't wait to go.....................
else all is good. my exams start in exactly one week, and i stayed home from school today so i could study. i better go keep my word.
over and out.
I had a whole bunch of things thought out here, but i forgot them. sigh, and that's the way the world goes.
Maheen's in heat again, so we have to put up with tortured oversexed cat yowlings every other hour till it passes over. we also have to hear discontented cat croonings.ah, well.
the Other Cat is as frisky as ever, but something seems to have happened to one of it's eyes, it's all red and watering. he will be taken to the vet today.
I'm getting kinda into facebook, but it also depresses me because i don't really get anything. ah, well, much i care.
An old friend got back in touch. (contented smile) This is why i love the internet.
Ah. I mentioned my Xavier's application thing to dad the other day. He didn't sound very happy (in fact, he distinctly told me 'i'm not happy') but he didn't tell me why. he just 'refuses to discuss it now'.
shit man, what do i do???? i want to apply there so badly, i want it so much mannn......
and i don't even know what he has a problem with, whether it's me shifting stream, or it's me shifting stream NOW, or what. I just don't know. That's dad for you. he's very much like me. and i won't say much more about him here, somehow i don't think it's right.
but anyway, mom said she'd talk to him. i need him to get me more details when he goes to mumbai in december.
Damn i can't wait to go.....................
else all is good. my exams start in exactly one week, and i stayed home from school today so i could study. i better go keep my word.
over and out.
Saturday, 10 November 2007
Speculations
First, Happy Diwali to everyone out there......
now that's out of the way.....
yesterday was the official diwali get together thing at our house....
which turned out to be kinda boring because half of the younger generation din't turn up.
i awaited the arrival off kaydee, but it turned out she was sitting at home writing journals.
sad.
after three and a half hours of hostessing, i got sick and tired, went to my room, ripped off my sari and emerged punk like in a tiny grey mini in white tshirt.
you have no idea how good it felt.
currently, my mom's work friends party is going on.....
total gigglefest. i'm gonna go join in after i'm done with this, i love mom's work friends.....
the cats are getting along famously now.
they look so cute together, both are white woth dark ears.they almost look like mother and son.
maheen is currently sulking
the unnamed cat (i prefer calling him that, my parents with their crazy sense of humour nearly named him himesh reshammiya!) is currently being bottle fed.
aaaaah.....
so yesterday i was so irritated with life in general, and science in particular.....when kaydee's mom gave me the idea of applying to xaviers next year instead of after my 12th grade, i jumped at it.
i did a little bit of research and it appears that i can indeed apply there next year.
yay!!
oh god i so hope this works out.....i want this more than i've ever wanted anything else.......
may the force be with me..........
now that's out of the way.....
yesterday was the official diwali get together thing at our house....
which turned out to be kinda boring because half of the younger generation din't turn up.
i awaited the arrival off kaydee, but it turned out she was sitting at home writing journals.
sad.
after three and a half hours of hostessing, i got sick and tired, went to my room, ripped off my sari and emerged punk like in a tiny grey mini in white tshirt.
you have no idea how good it felt.
currently, my mom's work friends party is going on.....
total gigglefest. i'm gonna go join in after i'm done with this, i love mom's work friends.....
the cats are getting along famously now.
they look so cute together, both are white woth dark ears.they almost look like mother and son.
maheen is currently sulking
the unnamed cat (i prefer calling him that, my parents with their crazy sense of humour nearly named him himesh reshammiya!) is currently being bottle fed.
aaaaah.....
so yesterday i was so irritated with life in general, and science in particular.....when kaydee's mom gave me the idea of applying to xaviers next year instead of after my 12th grade, i jumped at it.
i did a little bit of research and it appears that i can indeed apply there next year.
yay!!
oh god i so hope this works out.....i want this more than i've ever wanted anything else.......
may the force be with me..........
Tuesday, 6 November 2007
Of eventful days and boy-haircuts
Totally murphy's law, right?
The day you don't go to school/college, something happens.
I skipped school a coupl of days ago....that day my friend/partner/depressed poetess sprained her back jumping down the stairs. sigh. total bed rest for two days.........poor kid.
Anyway I finally asked Hazel-boy why he got his hair cut (it looked totally hot before he cut it, all curly n stuff, but then the next day it's all hacked off. sigh)
So he tells me it hadn't been cut for over three months.
I say, so what, it looked totally hot (trying not to sound too enthu here...lol) and he says it was a pain to maintain.
sigh.
so you think a shoulder length ponytail isn't a pain to maintain? (i'm just doing it because i got bored with short hair)
dude, i say to him, all you have to do is comb it and you're good to go....
I never do comb it, he says.
!!!!!!!!!!
Then is it just me who feels a need to comb my hair whenever i see it looking not-so-perfect??
urgh....i dunno, all kinds of things could get into your hair if you didn't comb it.......
tangles, sand, sweat (ick), tiny insects, just to give an example.........
not that much of that could get into Hazel-boy's now cruelly short hair..........
sigh.
and today the teachers of our school made a potentially big boo-boo...........
they announce: any class 9 and 11 students interested in march past (for sports day) may move to the field immediately.
MASS WALKOUT!!!
lol.
So i 'moved' to the field with everyone else, with rather embarassed memories of how i got kicked out of march past year-before-last (due to crappy coordination).............
and now i find i'm kinda good at it.
what's more, i'm COACHING march past this year.
big big lol, seeing as i'm not gonna be actually marching.
oooh life goes on..............
the tuition nightmare continues.......
starting at 4pm.
today.
sigh.
ah, we also have a new kitten in the household. he is as yet unnamed.Maheen doesn't seem to like him, she keeps hissing at him. Havoc in the house!
The day you don't go to school/college, something happens.
I skipped school a coupl of days ago....that day my friend/partner/depressed poetess sprained her back jumping down the stairs. sigh. total bed rest for two days.........poor kid.
Anyway I finally asked Hazel-boy why he got his hair cut (it looked totally hot before he cut it, all curly n stuff, but then the next day it's all hacked off. sigh)
So he tells me it hadn't been cut for over three months.
I say, so what, it looked totally hot (trying not to sound too enthu here...lol) and he says it was a pain to maintain.
sigh.
so you think a shoulder length ponytail isn't a pain to maintain? (i'm just doing it because i got bored with short hair)
dude, i say to him, all you have to do is comb it and you're good to go....
I never do comb it, he says.
!!!!!!!!!!
Then is it just me who feels a need to comb my hair whenever i see it looking not-so-perfect??
urgh....i dunno, all kinds of things could get into your hair if you didn't comb it.......
tangles, sand, sweat (ick), tiny insects, just to give an example.........
not that much of that could get into Hazel-boy's now cruelly short hair..........
sigh.
and today the teachers of our school made a potentially big boo-boo...........
they announce: any class 9 and 11 students interested in march past (for sports day) may move to the field immediately.
MASS WALKOUT!!!
lol.
So i 'moved' to the field with everyone else, with rather embarassed memories of how i got kicked out of march past year-before-last (due to crappy coordination).............
and now i find i'm kinda good at it.
what's more, i'm COACHING march past this year.
big big lol, seeing as i'm not gonna be actually marching.
oooh life goes on..............
the tuition nightmare continues.......
starting at 4pm.
today.
sigh.
ah, we also have a new kitten in the household. he is as yet unnamed.Maheen doesn't seem to like him, she keeps hissing at him. Havoc in the house!
Thursday, 27 September 2007
Back?
Yea, my back hurts too...
This is another one of those timepass posts that i hate doing but feel the need to do.
I have somehow managed to rise above the leftover depression from yesterday, day before, last week etc.
Maybe this new sumg-contented mood will last....
maybe it'll collapse again on saturday......
Who knows-who cares??
hmmm
On the good side, i got my phone back, after spending two hours at fono trying to figure out what was wrong with his phone. Yes, my darling little moto-liablity is back, i have to say it was oddly liberating without it for a week, now its back to dependance.
A Suitable boy is nearly finished. The God Delusion has been abandoned for a while, i must take it up again soon.
I'm trying to upload a pic here but as usual it takes an age and a half.
grumbl-grumbl.
And i am so so lethargic, i must start hi-jump next week, even then there's no friggin way i'll clear 160 cm (i do 134 now) befor january.
So optimistic.
Orkut ain't helping, i get virtually no replies from ppl i've scrapped...
the Phone ain't helping, for much the same reason.
Neither is my cat, she took advantage of our quality time alone to sneak into the bathroom (and get locked in with me) and walk on the wet floor as i was having my bath.......and then after i got out of there, she took even more advantage of me being alone.....to savagely attack me for no visible reason.
I actually think it was because i was standing on her favourite carpet.
She just came and licked my leg in apology.
Still, maheen, that doesn't wipe out those long scratches you left on my shin. I'm used to it (my last cat used to give me a daily dose of those) but they sting, you know?
I shall abandon this post and the picture and go and live my life. Goodbye all.
This is another one of those timepass posts that i hate doing but feel the need to do.
I have somehow managed to rise above the leftover depression from yesterday, day before, last week etc.
Maybe this new sumg-contented mood will last....
maybe it'll collapse again on saturday......
Who knows-who cares??
hmmm
On the good side, i got my phone back, after spending two hours at fono trying to figure out what was wrong with his phone. Yes, my darling little moto-liablity is back, i have to say it was oddly liberating without it for a week, now its back to dependance.
A Suitable boy is nearly finished. The God Delusion has been abandoned for a while, i must take it up again soon.
I'm trying to upload a pic here but as usual it takes an age and a half.
grumbl-grumbl.
And i am so so lethargic, i must start hi-jump next week, even then there's no friggin way i'll clear 160 cm (i do 134 now) befor january.
So optimistic.
Orkut ain't helping, i get virtually no replies from ppl i've scrapped...
the Phone ain't helping, for much the same reason.
Neither is my cat, she took advantage of our quality time alone to sneak into the bathroom (and get locked in with me) and walk on the wet floor as i was having my bath.......and then after i got out of there, she took even more advantage of me being alone.....to savagely attack me for no visible reason.
I actually think it was because i was standing on her favourite carpet.
She just came and licked my leg in apology.
Still, maheen, that doesn't wipe out those long scratches you left on my shin. I'm used to it (my last cat used to give me a daily dose of those) but they sting, you know?
I shall abandon this post and the picture and go and live my life. Goodbye all.
Wednesday, 19 September 2007
The Princess and the Street Cat?
It's very unfair, i tell you.....
Very unfair that in my third-floor flat, a semi-fat (and growing fatter) beautiful semi-persian (well her mom was part persian, her dad was a stray).....CAT is allowed to loaf around, sleep to her heart's content and eat a lot of whiskas cat food, in short, live in relative cat luxury, while downstairs at the foot of my building, a tiny bag-of-bones kitten must starve because the shawarma man doesn't give her any leftovers to eat...
She was sitting on a cracked plastic chair when i saw her yesterday....i'd seen her before, with a sibling....stroked her, and then went off home.....and as i turned to look back at her i saw the very moving picture of two kittens playing with a backdrop of several cars moving in a line past my building....
My mom and i have been visiting her to give her some cat food since then...she is so small...and so very weak....she was sitting near my building when i got back from school today....and she went meeeeeeew and meeeeeeeew and meeeeeeeeeeew and i explained i had nothing to give her today and petted her some more....
It IS unfair....and the sad part is i can do nothing....
Why don't we have a Feline Friends branch here? It's an organization in Dubai (which is 4 hours drive and a whole different country away from Muscat) which houses and cares for stray cats. Muscat is ridden with more strays like this one.....someone please help.....
Do not worry, nameless cat, you'll find someone, something....
i agree this has been a rather sad post....at least for animal lovers.
but everythime i look at that kitten who is so small, but still so sweet, and i come home to Maheen (afore-mentioned part-persian spoilt feline), i feel guilty.
It's akin to how i feel when i see slums in Mumbai.
Very unfair that in my third-floor flat, a semi-fat (and growing fatter) beautiful semi-persian (well her mom was part persian, her dad was a stray).....CAT is allowed to loaf around, sleep to her heart's content and eat a lot of whiskas cat food, in short, live in relative cat luxury, while downstairs at the foot of my building, a tiny bag-of-bones kitten must starve because the shawarma man doesn't give her any leftovers to eat...
She was sitting on a cracked plastic chair when i saw her yesterday....i'd seen her before, with a sibling....stroked her, and then went off home.....and as i turned to look back at her i saw the very moving picture of two kittens playing with a backdrop of several cars moving in a line past my building....
My mom and i have been visiting her to give her some cat food since then...she is so small...and so very weak....she was sitting near my building when i got back from school today....and she went meeeeeeew and meeeeeeeew and meeeeeeeeeeew and i explained i had nothing to give her today and petted her some more....
It IS unfair....and the sad part is i can do nothing....
Why don't we have a Feline Friends branch here? It's an organization in Dubai (which is 4 hours drive and a whole different country away from Muscat) which houses and cares for stray cats. Muscat is ridden with more strays like this one.....someone please help.....
Do not worry, nameless cat, you'll find someone, something....
i agree this has been a rather sad post....at least for animal lovers.
but everythime i look at that kitten who is so small, but still so sweet, and i come home to Maheen (afore-mentioned part-persian spoilt feline), i feel guilty.
It's akin to how i feel when i see slums in Mumbai.
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