Kids definitely have wilder imagination than grown-ups. If you gave me “bread sticks”, I’d munch it faster than I can imagine anything. And it’s not because of gluttony — it’s because at this stage in my life, I have abandoned all interests in creativity. When I see bread, I see bread, and nothing else. My son, in contrast, at his young age of four, has taught me another valuable lesson — to explore the beauty of possibility — to see beyond what is obvious — and more than that — to have fun while doing it. I will always remember that from now on. This definitely adds a new meaning to that pessimistic question: “You can’t possibly think that your idea will fly, can you?”. Well, what do you know, I think it can. PS. I’m blogging through my phone.
A Thank You Note On My Birthday
Allow me to make a humble “thank you” note
For all the people who remembered me and wrote.
For those who left messages everywhere and bothered
And those wonderful friends who chatted and lingered.
You who took time out from your otherwise busy day
You who stopped awhile, left me a message and did say,
My dear friend, RJ, I wish you a very “Happy Birthday”!
You who would have otherwise thought,
“Nah, she doesn’t need a greeting
Look at her in that photo, she seems happy as a goat!”
And a goat — indeed I am, for I was born in the year of the Ram,
And being an Aries, I tell you, happiness is but a jar of jam!
I see joy in everything, even where there is none.
I find comfort in a Being, higher than all of us, bar none. Continue reading
A retrograde planet will always urge you to look back and fix things that have been left unfinished or unresolved. In that case, the universe is trying to help you by showing you the whole picture so that you can move on with your life. – Aries horoscope, March 2009
When I was a kid, I hated hearing “no” and “not now.” To me, “no” and “not now” only meant the same thing — it meant “never”. Continue reading
I know it’s April Fools’ Day. And if only for that reason, I’m not supposed to write anything serious. Because on the contrary, I’m expected to write something really hilarious or utterly impossible to believe. One that will make anyone who read this entry shake his/her head in utter disbelief hoping that what I wrote is nothing but my contribution to the many “foolish” entries written on April Fools’ Day. Continue reading
Let Me Write You A Prose
Let me a write you a prose,
Brimming with passion, like a scarlet rose.
Let me write you a prose
More profound than that of Ambrose.
Let me write you a prose, lofty and proud
One that’s incomparable to that enchanting ballad that you love.
Let me write you a prose I can hardly think of
One that’s sure to squeeze my brain and the conspiracies thereof. Continue reading