just thoughts

--At 9 PM on a winter night, i'd love to sit next to a room heater and sip elachi tea....

instead, i stood under the shower for a full ten minutes and then switched on the fan.

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--Office to train station near home-14 km=19 minutes

Train station to home in auto rickshaw-5km= 58 f*** minutes on a monday evening!!!!!!

I sat and wondered what is still making me stay in this city??, all the while resisting the urge to shoot the next guy who honks , to death.

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--You can't sleep a wink at night when your other half has just managed not to get clobbered by self proclaimed political messiahs.

Politics is now our homegrown terrorism....

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--The other word for people who cannot read or understand instructions are" telecallers".

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-- Everytime i go for a discount sale, all the stuff i want and i like, are never "on sale". Is it just me??
I bought half a fortune worth of books, anyway!

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-- In the age of Ben10 and likes, i still bought books as return gifts for V's birthday. I see myself ending up as the not so popular mom very soon.

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Remembering a little boy with oodles of attitude

I came across an old acquaintance very recently. Someone i was not in regular contact( which is very unusual for me)for about a decade now.

I could not have come at a worse time than now. They were a very typical nuclear family, father, mother and son. The son, who was the world to his parents , lost his life in june in an unfortunate accident. Read about it here. I remember the boy from ten years ago, he used to walk into dad's office with his mom and looks exactly like the dad. And an attitude to die for .

While there are several theories going around about what really happened, there is no denying the pain and loss the parents are going through. I have seen the pain at close quarters, nineteen years ago, on a sunday morning. The date was July 9th , 1989 and it still hurts for all of us. The pain never goes away, especially with the parents. It just starts waning, along with their life.

Being a mother now, i have this urge to just hold onto V and not give him up to the world. Keep him from everything that is not right. Alchohol, drugs, lies, hatred, road rage, jealousy , everything. I know it is impossible and impractical. I also now that as he grows older, he will have a world of his own, his ideas, his views about life, and they may not agree with mine or TB's most of the time. It will be upto him to find his balance, all i can do is point him in the right direction and trust he has the faith and conviction to choose what is right.

While the legal battle is being fought out to find out what really happened, if the boys were under the influence of alchohol, who was responsible, who is to be punished etc, i wish with his parents that he comes back, and make their lives complete. R I P Curran. May God be with you and peace be with your parents.