Perpetually Perplexed

 Somehow an entire week and a weekend has passes without bringing any book. So have nothing to read. Except for newspapers, scrummoms. So whole evening (well from 7:45 to 8:15 and 10 to 10:30, I will be staring at the TV sometimes asking for the remote. Husband will oblige. but not son. So I should stare at the tv which is showing some completely #@$#$# cartoon. I am sick of Tv. Even if i get remote, how many times can you watch meaningless soaps, stupid films. I don't feel like going to Discovery.     So somehow Sidhdhartha by Hermen Hesse was on the table. Was reading bits and pieces of that. Great book. Bits and pieces themselves calmed me.

You caught me blogging in the office time when one of GRRRReat colleague is trying to explain how to use GIMP. I have justification. All the other people in my office, take their coffee cups and go out and come back after half an hour. They come back from lunch at 3. Again afternoon coffee for half an hour. I don't do these things. Not because I am very consen.. I do not remember that word properly. Not that I am very very good employee. But because everyone in my office hate me. Why? Because every one in this universe hate me.    Good progress. Isn't it? From job less house wife to most hated techiee.

   ಓಡುತಿರುವ ಆಟೋಗಳೇ ಹರೆಯುತಿರುವ ಬಸ್ಸುಗಳೇ    ಯಾವ ತಡೆಯೂ ನಿಮಗಿಲ್ಲ. ನಿಮ್ಮ ಭಾಗ್ಯ ನಮಗಿಲ್ಲ

My mind has a mind of its own. Wait, wait, don't close the window yet. I am not acting silly. Read few more lines. You will also realize that even your mind has a mind of its own. Doesn't your mind say lemon, lemon,lemon when you see the word lemon anywhere? Does not your mind start "Boli re papeee hara papi hara..." whenever you see a Bolero vehicle. Does not your mind say "Ta tta... ta tta" when you hear "Meri bheegi bheegi si". Does not your mind provide background music, unwanted music, when you are trying to think something serious (how much ever rare that may be) Many a times you are thinking an abstract concept and suddenly your mind provides a GREish word for that concept. Doesn't it? It doesn't? Really??? Then do you think these are only my "arulu marulu" fifteen years ahead of "aravattu"? Or is it a symptom of schizophrenia?

When I run out of ideas to blog, I can always turn to memes. Here was one from http://curiousasacat.blogspot.com/ The question was do you mind if your age shows, as you age. Probably, no certainly I don't mind. What I mind is that I am just looking my age but not acting my age. Any suggestions for this. What do I hold on to when life gets tough? What do I hold on to. I just try to ignore the difficulties thinking tomorrow is yet another day. Problems will some how get solved. Life need not be so tough always. Or may be I just start thinking about daily chores to be done and try to get busy with that which will for the time being make me forget my worries. The picture given reminds of sleep. Aha, how nice it would be if I can go home and nap on a working day. It also reminds me of my hubby and wait,, his snoring.

The little girl pulls her chunni again and again The old lady all shriveled makes her pallu proper again and again and again Why is it your fault, If a Keechaka stares at you Why do you feel guilty? Don't feel bad. It is he who should be ashamed for a double crime staring thus and making your life miserable

Have you heard this song by D.R.Bendre "nanna kai hididaki alu nungi nagu omme naanunu nakkena" Such a nice poem. Especially "nasu naguta bandeva, tusu naguta badukona, tusu naguta tereloona" All of us need to remember this always. We may have come to this world, crying but let us try to lead the life smiling and leave the life smiling. Why should we cry? We have such a short life which can not be wasted in crying.