A weighty thoughty!

This is just in:
My body weight is directly proportional to my propensity to cook.
I cook and I cross the half century mark.
I stop and I return to normal!

Err. I really must learn to cook properly, without throwing people into the world of cholesterol and diabetes and obesity!

I am calling. Where are you?

I am sure you all remember Smirnoff's hugely successful tagline: "Life is calling. Where are you?"
My "smirk"-off remark: Dear life, I am calling. Where are you?!
I know it doesnt sound good or wise or prudent when I say I am investing my whole energy into a particular gamble of an exam, but that does look like what I have done.
Discretion is the better part of valour. Let me just go do the necessary groundwork for putting in place a Plan B as well, just in case Plan A decides to abandon me.

Salad Bowl.

Life is a salad bowl. Or salad?
Anyhow, I am mastering the art of salad making. Lettuce is what makes life look so green and fresh! (Life is code for salad ;)) From the plain fresh veg salad yesterday, today I graduated to Fruits and Vegetables Cheese Salad, garnished with a generous dose of soft boiled eggs. 
The point is to throw in all you can, and to savour it.
As in salad, so in life.
Oh that delicious ambiguity called life! :)

Blwittering.

Since yours truly has a feeling she might get addicted to twitter if she joins twitter, she has decided to microblogise her blog and thereby make it blwitter and blweet stuff, as frequent as possible.
That is blwitter for you, minus the twitter addiction.
 ;)

Contemplating life from a calm vantage point

Yours truly is reading Vikram Seth's "A suitable boy", one of the longest novels in English. And has absolutely no idea when she is going to ever finish it, considering how her daily life now resembles that of  the road runner. Anyhow, she was particularly riveted by the following lines, where Pran Kapoor a Minister's son goes into a pensive mood and observes what his father has to deal with, being a public figure: "The headaches, the overwork, the responsibility, the lack of control over one's own time, the complete absence of opportunity to contemplate the world from a calm vantage point: these mattered little to him"

While she is extremely thankful she does not have to deal with the first item on the list (viz. headache), she does seem to be having a lot of the remaining. Except that:
1. The items in the said list matter EVERYTHING to her.
2. She is not a public figure. Not even close, not even a little bit.

It gives her 1the shivers, when she tries to contemplate if this is the life in wait for her. Well, since she is also suffering from the "complete absence of opportunity to contemplate the world from a calm vantage point" [which, incidentally happens to be her fav line], she shall now return to drafting a regular second appeal, for someone whose property has been sorta taken over by his neighbours.

Bye bye her problems, hello problems of the world.
  

The invasion of the pen and the paper!

Aha! You heard it right. It's a new year, and I have a new diary.
So we're courting now.
If ever the romance gets soured and strained, you will be here no, my rebound guy,
So long, my blog!
Ciao.

Chess Board.

My life has started resembling a chess board where all the pieces are scrambling with each other, vying for my attention. And only I am absent from the field.
Cribbed, cabined and confined (and jobless) and not allowed to apportion time the way I want to do it and ridiculously unable to explain/apologize to any of the participants.