Me - The Uncut Version

A verrrrryy delayed response to Pointblank’s tag game. Also tagged by Sansmerci. So here's the uncut version!

I am: your worst nightmare. Trust me, I can be your cuddly lil teddy bear or a complete devil incarnation!

I think: a truck load of things. Mostly crap, unproductive stuffs that also sometimes make sense.

I know: that some things ARE meant to be, no matter how much you struggle to fight.

I want: peace of mind (merci, I go with you on this!)

I have: almost everything and yet feel I got nothing

I wish: there’s a simpler way of looking at things

I hate: backbiters and chauvinists

I miss: (at present) my home and my parents; using my freedom the right way

I fear: truth and indifference

I feel: lost, weird and helpless

I hear: screaming voices inside my head, trying to break free

I smell: emptiness

I crave: for attention

I search: for my dreams in an empty land

I wonder: how long can I hold on

I regret: everytime I fail, everytime I lose others’ trust in me

I love: to watch, to observe

I ache: when someone needs me and am helpless

I am not: definitely who you thought I am

I dance: only when my heart can convince my legs to the floor

I sing: when I know I really can

I cry: when my heart feels the pinch, that’s almost for every goddamn reason (excuse maybe?)

I don't always: like to give in easily

I write: when something’s itching to get outa me

I win: cos I hate losing

I lose: when you know something inside me is dying

I never: make the first move (yeah I know that’s being egotistic but heck, that’s me!)

I always: wonder and ponder

I confuse: others very well :D

I listen: to things that I can relate to

I can usually be found: on the phone and sms

I need: my husband by my side and everything else to make life worth living; to be felt as a special someone; others to look up to me

I am happy about: having had a great family all my life

I imagine: doing things my way

I would like to tag: guess most of you all are tagged so I’ll tag

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What’s in a Name? - Pet Diary Part II

There’s been a delay to post this thanks to my work load, I don’t get a moment free. And what’s better than blogging from office? No, am not writing this from workplace but perched on my bed after a sumptuous dinner. Sometimes it feels great to have just curd rice with a variety of gravies, yumm!!

It’s been nine days since my baby (read pet) stepped home. You might ask what’s with nine days. Well, nothing. Just that he’s been here for a while now to call him a legal part of the family, don’t ask me how legal. It’s just that way! Let’s not get deep into that now!

Ok now to the purpose of this post. The NAME. Let me first thank all those who suggested some lovely names, and yes sansmerci that includes your suggestion too. After calling him ‘Steiner’ for a while, we were kind of finding it uneasy to address him like that. At least I did. I just couldn’t blurt it out to call him. Then came in lots of suggestions and opinions and lots of “how about this?” and “how about thats”!! I dropped the idea of suggesting any more names. Steiner it is, I sulked! And then one fine day when I returned from work, elvis and aunty threw in front of me the final options! I was glad. Anything other than Steiner was fine with me. Am not giving the options here, I’d rather tell you the name we finalized. We christened him MUFFIN. Yes, you got that right, that fluffy light golden brownish creamish sweet bakery stuff. Well, that’s exactly what was in our minds. He is everything a muffin could possibly be – the color, the fluffy texture and absolutely sweet (not quite literally), all of this in a living form.


Why I mentioned that it’s been nine days is because he still hasn’t adapted to us calling him muffin. He hardly even responds. We have to whistle, clap and call him everything along with “muffinnnn… muffyyyy” and the likes!! I have a strange feeling he doesn’t like his name much. Well, I guess time will tell whether he would respond to the call or not. Else, we have a tough time ahead!!!

Oh My Love - Pet Diary Part I

Time flies. Period.

And yesterday particularly, time flew and stood still at the same moment when i entered the house. I witnessed one of the cutest inventions of god - a labrador retriever pup! A 45-day-old fawn colored male pup in the middle of the hall was waiting for my arrival, cutely bundled up in a big white satin ribbon and a small brown satin around its neck. He's my cutest and precious birthday gift ever.

I dropped my bags, rushed to him and grabbed him. I didn't quite know what exactly i should be doing with him. I hugged, kissed, cuddled and petted him and still i wasn't sure where to begin. I was too excited. I was thrilled to bits. I was cuddling him over and over again, and then i realised what i terribly missed. I kept him down, rushed to elvis and gave him a tight kiss. Love him loads. He deserved it. After all, without him, nothing would have been possible. He had given me the cutest gift ever, a new member in our family.

All the exhaustion i felt flew away. I couldn't put him down. I couldn't even change my clothes. My excitement reached its peak. Leaving him down was such a bad idea. He was equally excited to have a new person cuddle him and hold him. He kept nibbling at my fingers, dress, my neck - gosh, simple pleasures of life. I realised one such was this.

After an overdose of petting and cuddling, i finally put him on the rug and he blissfully went off to sleep. Awww... what a sight! Take a look.


And then began my duties as a mother (ahem! that's how i felt actually). I prepared some cerelac and woke him up to feed him. My my... poor thing had been left hungry since noon and the moment it smelt food, he was all over the bowl with his face, nose. legs into it. That's the way they learn i believe. He was walking around the house with his wobbly feet and sniffing things around. Too cute. After his fill, within seconds he was circling around the hall to find 'the' spot for relief, and he was out with it. Too soon.

Little did i know what was in store for me the whole night. Poor thing is yet to receive his vaccination and de-wroming session and because he hadn't received he was searching for spots all through the night!!! And elvis and i were busy cleaning up the room every 20 mins.

Elvis brought him into our room and made a makeshift bed for him and placed a cloth inside. He cuddled in for a while but was restless most of the night. New place, new people and an upset stomach. Damn, he must have felt so lonely. But i guess it was the *motherly instinct* in me that made me keep a check on him every now and then. Elvis and i were trying to finish off an incomplete project and that kept us awake for a long time. And all the while i made sure our new baby was kept warm, cozy and comfortable. He slept on my lap while i worked on the comp.

Finally, it was my time to retire and i was dead beat by then. It was almost three when i went to bed. Phew! "Just the first day", i told myself but all the same it was damn exciting and he was just beginning to get used to us and the place. Elvis says he would take atleast 3 days to get used to the place. Poor thing. I just hope he doesn't fall sick. He's too precious for us now.

Oh btw, we haven't named him yet. We are still considering some cool and funky names for him. Not definitely something like jimmy, jikky or rambo!! If you can come up with some "oh, that's it" kinda names, do send in. We need to name him asap.
Some of my picks are:
- dash [elvis doesn't prefer this though :( ]
- frey
- bosco