Written on 7th January, 2013

Today, at the breakfast table, I had the most interesting conversation with the 9 year old. She was inquisitive about why most of what we do in life doesn’t revolve around us despite it being given to us as our own. Her case was simple, if life is what we deem it is, we must make the most of it— that is with the share that we supposedly have, without being overly concerned about the judgment of people around us. But this simple argument of hers left me wondering about much more than it apparently suggests. I did not know what to say really. Life, I wanted to tell her, is not as simple as it may appear to a child. But i didn’t, because i was not sure of it myself. I have never been sure of what life really is. Perhaps life is as simple as a child would like to think of it, but as we grow older we tend to complicate it, like we tend to complicate everything else associated with it. I don’t know. I never will. I think.

My children; how they bewilder me at times with their seemingly innocent questions.



In the Summer Time

Yes, you’re right, the blog does look different. I change my blog theme so much, I have actually lost track of the exact number of times. But I think this one was a little overdue and well, i just wanted it really bad this time, for quite a lot of unimportant reasons.

So well, a week has passed since I last posted eh?! And a lot has happened since then. Summer vacations have begun for one, entertaining me in every possible way that one can imagine. (Not). And to think of the fact that I was counting days for the summer break to commence! It is absolutely funny how human beings want one thing, on the accomplishment of which, they immediately start wishing for its exact opposite; never satisfied, always impatient.

Now that I am at home more often than not and can start working on the various projects that I have been meaning to for the longest time, I have somehow forgotten how to even begin!

When they can’t have fun in the sun, they have fun indoors. And what fun!

I have come to realise that there is always an excuse and always that little something that stands in your way; especially if you’re working from home or even thinking about embarking on this seemingly exciting venture. Exactly what’s happening with me right now (Read: What has ‘always’ been happening with me). And it is such a toughie, I tell you, such an ultimate toughie. Sigh.

But I do believe that I will eventually get over this current problem of mine and that these little excuses will somehow vanish all of a sudden, preferably on their own. Quite specifically this heat problem. The heat in this city is increasingly turning into a bitch, and a noticeably mean one at that. So don’t blame me if I can’t work, blame the bloody heat.

Gah! I am in love with this theme; for the moment at least. I trust this shall stay with me for some time. Oh and I remember that a post on parking my car in a junkyard is in order, with pictures of course:)

Soon. Very soon!