I visited an astrologer and it made my day:)
Try it, this never fails to cheer one up. These astrologers are god-given cheerleaders, they can make the gloomiest clouds disappear. Don’t believe me, listen to this- this is what he told me…..
I am an emotional goofball:) yet the emotions don’t hamper me
I am not bound by routine
Unconventionality doesn’t set my moral indignation antennas up…..it seems I don’t have any
I am a sentimental nut
Wow…the guy really knows how to spread it out. Did you ever find any of these traits bad, aren’t they just endearing. Hmmm….I think I am falling in love with myself.
In practical tones you can translate them into the unappealing ones like-
Practically lady, you are floating in the air, the earth doesn’t speak to you nor do the conventions.
Hmph.
Look what he did.
I have changed tracks from finance to writing and everytime they have said the same thing....I am on the right track:) The assurance you get makes you strive out. Things might not work out, but you feel they will....who knows maybe that positivity is all we need at times.
Astrologers know the human frailties and know how to sell you. They might see into the future, or not ,yet they invariably make you feel better. A trip to them is highly recommended.
Sunday, 14 February 2010
Friday, 12 February 2010
The daily grind- The rodent and the pacifist
How do you deal with pesky rodents, rats in particular? I for one was all for the humane method of catching and releasing...till the day I really had to deal with it.
Residing in Mumbai’s high rises, nature doesn’t have any chance of enlivening your day. Rude natural shocks are out of question, so I was totally unprepared for the rodent attack. To cut to the tale(pun intended), the kitchen wire gauze window was bitten open by razor sharp teeth one night and the evidence was out. What to do? Rat poison was the evident answer. So the following night the meal was laid out and the window thrown invitingly open. What followed was disaster. I had of course closed the kitchen door, but was awakened by tiny squeaks and a slight crash in my bedroom. Our fort had been invaded and it was not a soft ,small rat but a big, black, herculean monster.
I don’t know who squeaked on first sight, but my reflexes made me jump up. Vikram’s strong man tactics seemed absolutely necessary for the moment...so he was awakened. A game plan was hatched. We would use brooms to manhandle the pest .
But the weapons (brooms) were too thin , the rat too fast, the hiding places too many. There was a particular moment when rodent and Vikram eyed each other for a full minute. I am sure they signalled their male suffering due to pesky females who couldn’t sleep through the night. Sorry, I am being told that the above comment was uncalled for.
It is hereby struck off memory:P
Reviewing strategies, we realized we were beaten.
Thankfully the rat found the solution- it decided to scoot inside a pillow. We jumped, pounced and held the opening tight. War whoops and cries ensued and the excited hormones made us go for the kill ( note it was the adrenalin not us).
So this was the end of the pacifist
The rat is gone, but the fear remains, every night I wake at the slightest creak. Is it only our house that creaks and squirms in the nights?
Residing in Mumbai’s high rises, nature doesn’t have any chance of enlivening your day. Rude natural shocks are out of question, so I was totally unprepared for the rodent attack. To cut to the tale(pun intended), the kitchen wire gauze window was bitten open by razor sharp teeth one night and the evidence was out. What to do? Rat poison was the evident answer. So the following night the meal was laid out and the window thrown invitingly open. What followed was disaster. I had of course closed the kitchen door, but was awakened by tiny squeaks and a slight crash in my bedroom. Our fort had been invaded and it was not a soft ,small rat but a big, black, herculean monster.
I don’t know who squeaked on first sight, but my reflexes made me jump up. Vikram’s strong man tactics seemed absolutely necessary for the moment...so he was awakened. A game plan was hatched. We would use brooms to manhandle the pest .
But the weapons (brooms) were too thin , the rat too fast, the hiding places too many. There was a particular moment when rodent and Vikram eyed each other for a full minute. I am sure they signalled their male suffering due to pesky females who couldn’t sleep through the night. Sorry, I am being told that the above comment was uncalled for.
It is hereby struck off memory:P
Reviewing strategies, we realized we were beaten.
Thankfully the rat found the solution- it decided to scoot inside a pillow. We jumped, pounced and held the opening tight. War whoops and cries ensued and the excited hormones made us go for the kill ( note it was the adrenalin not us).
So this was the end of the pacifist
The rat is gone, but the fear remains, every night I wake at the slightest creak. Is it only our house that creaks and squirms in the nights?
The daily grind
From today I am going to give you a peek into my mundane life and open up (properly editied!!) portions of my diary:)
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