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Category: LIFE HAPPENS (Page 12 of 25)

Ichigo

May 1, 2014 / / 13 Comments

There’s this cute guy I talk to – at home, while on the way to and fro work. No, it’s not hubby dearest. He is the one who bears all my rants, silently takes it in when I vent my anger out on him. When I cross a line, he nudges me and makes me notice what I’m doing. That’s how he gave me a dent on my toe when I tried to push my anger on him. 😥 He would not let me go to work when I am rude to him for no fault of his. Sometimes when I am busy, I forget his meal times or even ignore it. He will show it clearly with “Grrrr…” in his voice. If I don’t give that weekly bath and massage, he will whine until I notice. Otherwise he is actually a well-behaved guy, stays put when I am involved with other works, does his job well. Never complains even when I make him slog.

I named him ‘Ichigo’ inspired by the anime character in ‘Bleach Anime’. It’s a long story of how I came to love that anime series and find life inspiring values in it. People have laughed at me for it, but yeah I don’t care. So in short Ichigo’s character is that of an ultimate dependable guy. And that’s exactly why I named this guy so. I thought him to be a girl at first, being purple and all. [I can see Ichigo scowling at my mistake, sorry dear fella 😳 ] But the vibe he gives me is definitely that of a guy. I can sense that he’s a he. Definitely! He is my loyal Honda Activa. :mrgreen: Gifted as a wedding gift by my beloved bro 🙂 He carries me and hubby to work daily without complaining, demands his due petrol of course. He is my Ichigo, Mr.Dependable. 😀

Until later 🙂

P.S: Right now, I can so imagine Ichigo rolling his eyes 🙄 for this post. He is not sappy when it comes to emotions, you know, something to do with being a guy I suppose!

P.P.S: Okay, don’t brand me crazy now! Ichigo does tells me how he feels and does take in all that I give him – happy or sad, calm or anger, logical or idiotic. Okay, I will stop now. 😆

The hanging knife

April 28, 2014 / / 6 Comments

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Hope’s a dangerous thing, some say; A useful link, some others say
How it comes and goes in the flash of a day, I never know
Every morning, I am full of it ; Every evening, I am wary
That little boost comes my way, in one or the other form
Helping me not to give up, telling me to always hold on

Like the knife lurking above, life goes on in a threatened routine
I look up every time, the knife hasn’t fallen yet
But it hasn’t gone away either, it just hangs there
Silently mocking me for my insecurities, it laughs
Boldly threatening me, drunk on its power

Just a human, I live my fears just as I live my joys
I cry when life hurts the most, then I hope
I laugh when life blesses me and then I hope some more
I keep appending a comma, never putting a period
And that’s how everything goes on.

Until later 🙂

A clean slate

April 23, 2014 / / 8 Comments

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What goes around does come around
Make sure you balance your deeds
Else karma will make you go round and round
Don’t give in to your ego feeds

Feel the energy, the silence
Try to see what’s beyond
Give way to good sense
Everything will stop its haunt

To accept is never a weakness
The courage within, it underlines
Never let go of your harness
Never does life undermine

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you
Take smaller steps for the change within
Resolve now, don’t let anything come later as an issue
See in smaller things life’s beauties hidden

Patience is a virtue to learn
Keep doing what’s on your plate
Accolades many you will earn
And life will become a clean slate

Until later 🙂

P.S: Giving pointers to self is easy, following is difficult. Did the former, now let’s see about the latter.

Kitchen Conversations

April 15, 2014 / / 26 Comments
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Dear saucepan,
You are the best, you help me the most
Be it poha or upma or curry, you finish it even in a hurry
Not one day passes without you on fire, I salute you for that sire
Sorry to ask you for more, but just so that I don’t go sore
“Can you gimme a signal when curry’s done, so that I don’t have to peek every 5 mins?”

Dear spatula,
You help me poke, while the other things soak
When I spin you fast, You spill vast
I know it’s partly my fault, but you know I can’t halt
Sorry to ask you for more, but just so that I don’t go sore
“Can you cut down the spilling a little?”

Dear chotu pressure cooker,
As mom’s gift you came, you cook quite the same
I thank you for that, for each whistle you let off your hat
You let me do other dishes, while your top hisses
Sorry to ask you for more, but just so that I don’t go sore
“Can you give a different signal when whatever inside you is rightly done?”

Dear motu pressure cooker,
Not for daily use I wish, but rice you cook is the main dish
You are too huge to lift, there is no other vessel to which I can shift
But when it’s the time for guests, you are nothing but the best
Sorry to ask you for more, but just so that I don’t go sore
“Can you become less heavier by dieting or something?”

Dear casserole or to use your nickname hot-pack,
You hold a variety of dishes for me, preserving them as they should be
Keeping them piping hot, the dishes remaining so soft
Do try to taste what’s inside, keeping that I’m not a great cook aside
Sorry to ask you for more, but just so that I don’t go sore
“Can you correct the salt, chilli levels if they are a tad wrong?”

Dear blender,
It’s only your small jar I use, but in that all ingredients fuse
We are only two, we don’t need anything bigger too
Pristine and white, you are a pretty sight,
Sorry to ask you for more, but just so that I don’t go sore
“Can you develop two hands and clean yourself?”

Dear wet grinder,
I come to you once a week, but you loyally do what I seek
You take a lot of time, taking an hour to chime
Even though it’s a weekend, I need some leisure time to spend
Sorry to ask you for more, but just so that I don’t go sore
“Can you finish the grinding a little faster?”

Dear scrubber,
You are a favorite pet, you wipe the cooking stage wet
You know I am a messy cook, you take me off that hook
You become dirtier by day, though I wash you everyday
Sorry to ask you for more, but just so that I don’t go sore
“Can you fly like Aladdin’s magic carpet and clean as I spill?”

Dear Dosa griddle,
With much hope I poured batter on you, but you didn’t like it being new
You rebelled on washing, and went on dosa mashing
I had to exchange you with my expert mom, heard that with her you kept mum
Sorry to ask you for more, but just so that I don’t go sore
“Can you become more mature so that I can take you as mine?”

To all the other vessels, spatulas, ladles, spoons and everyone else,
Don’t be mad for the generic mention, you do cut out a lot of my tension
You get fried and frozen, but in the sink definitely don’t lessen,
Cool your bottoms in the sink, but let me clean you in a wink,,
Sorry to ask you for more, but just so that I don’t go sore
“Can you clean yourselves and jump into the drying tub after cooling your bottoms a bit?”

I know the post has gotten too long. I started it as something else but this came out and I was enjoying it so much that it kept coming. There is so much more but to do justice to your patience I stop here.

Until later 🙂

P.S: I am writing so much about cooking and household stuff after marriage. Guess I had more of mom in me than I thought, hope that I make as much as a good home maker as she is.

A little of this and a little of that

April 11, 2014 / / 12 Comments

I’m in a surprisingly good mood for the past couple of days. Usually as the week wears on, I start getting cranky from all the cooking, cleaning, working etc. But not this time and it feels good too. Let me see if life lets me keep it for a while. Discovered that music is such an awesome helper when you have lots of work. When I cook/clean/cut vegetables/wash vessels/… , if I listen to music the work seems  lot easier. So the Ipod and Speaker have gotten a permanent spot in the kitchen shelf. No wonder mom used to listen to radio all the time in the kitchen. I just thought she loved the radio. 🙂

The thing in the earlier post is taken care of and my mind is at peace now. I know it’s just a start but it feels like a good one. When the time comes, I will decide whether to come out to a limited audience or not. That’s all I’m gonna tell now.

Until later 🙂

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