A Fruity Day

Today I am in a fruity mood. Its 4 in the evening and I have been gulping down fruit juices since morning. This mood is the result of a day of shopping in the scorching sun and this refreshing picture of the strawberries. Check the picture, the splashes of pure water and fresh reddy strawberries have been filmed in a most captivating style.

Today is Saturday. Woke up with the determination of achieving the ‘n’ number of tasks which keep repeatedly appearing in my to-do lists for every weekend. And the top priority goes to purchasing a To-Do List book, without which my tasks for the weekends to come would remain unattained, forever.

On setting foot out of our home, I was caught unaware by the blinding sun and the burning heat. The sun looks especially ferocious today. Looks like even the sun had a very bad week and faces a hectic weekend, after which starts yet another week of similar rituals, some of them highly grueling. Automatically, I dug into my bag in search of my precious pal, my umbrella. On a hot sunny day like today, nothing could be more needed than the umbrella. And hence I set out on my seemingly long journey of completing the uncompleted.

After about 2 hours, I was loaded with packets. Passers-by were giving my packets quizzical stares. In addition to purchasing jeans, 2 pairs of earrings and a whole lot of groceries for our cooking at home, I had also been to the library. Following my ritual quota of books, I picked out a novel and was searching through the Archies Comics collection, when I sensed a little head peeking out at me with a surprised look and bulging eyes. The little chap, with an Archies in hand, must have been around 10 years old. Do I know him??? My mind was googling at lightning speed to place him somewhere in my memory when I saw his eyes dashing to and from my face to the book. And then it hit me. A 10 year old and a 27 year old with Archies in hands. Well, a penny for my thought. I would have loved to know his thought too..

With most of the tasks crossed in my list, I approached my last stop, the Fruit Shop. From time immemorial, fruits have been considered as one of the greatest sources of nourishment and health. With every ounce of energy drained out of my every cell, I set down my packets and asked for a tender coconut, the best in times of the burning climate. But one wasn’t enough. So while an orange was getting juiced, my eyes fell upon apples, which even though not interested in, had to be bought and eaten, according to my Mom. ‘An apple a day keeps the doctor away’ hence goes the all–time favorite old saying. ‘And if the doctor is handsome, keep the apple away’, hence goes the revised version. With apples too added to my increasing number of packets and no spare hand for my pal umbrella, I headed home, tired and drenched with a swelling headache on its way. Nevertheless, I was elated, having achieved my target for today. And now all that I needed was to get back to my shelter and rejuvenate in the coolness of my home.

With the dream of a cool lime juice in one hand and the remote in the other, under a full speed fan, I rang the bell. And my roomie opened the door, looking in a not-so-good mood and drenched in sweat. Fearing the worst, I stepped in to hear the declaration that for the next few months, absolutely no power from morning till evening on Saturdays.

What a day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Race of Life

Every morning in Africa, a gazelle awakens. He has only one thought on his mind: To be able to run faster than the fastest lion. If he cannot, then he will be eaten.

Every morning in Africa a lion awakens. He has only one thought on his mind: To be able to run faster than the slowest gazelle. If he cannot, he will die of hunger.

Whether you choose to be a gazelle or a lion is of no consequence. It is enough to know that with the rising of the sun, you must run. And you must run faster than you did yesterday or you will die. " This is the race of life."

- African Proverb

Are we missing something???

Finally, it’s Friday, the much awaited day of a week. This has been a long week, inspite of the fact that there was a holiday on Jan 1st. It has been scrolling by at a snail’s pace, that I began to wonder, if it would ever get over. Friday evenings are the best, and time remains so till Sunday afternoon. After that the graph drops down. Ever wondered why its like this?

There were times, while in school, when I waited for Mondays to come. Maths classes were the best. Algebra and Trigonometry always fascinated me. It was a pleasure, solving those problems. Expansion for (x + y)2 and the problems with sin, cos and tan, were always interesting to ponder over. Then there was the Games period. It used to start with jogging round the football ground, and then it was a game of our choice. Starting with professional games like throwball or volleyball and ending with totally girlish games like run & catch or skipping in one’s or groups, forwards or backwards.

Coming back to class for the last period of the day, drenched in sweat, we used to have another mission in front of us. It didn’t have anything to do with Maths or History or Chemistry. It was the stupendous task of convincing our teacher to give us the last period free!!!! With 30 + ‘Please’ es echoing through the class and drifting out to the corridor, few of our teachers used to agree. There were also teachers, who used to keep their grounds and with one look or bang of the duster, used to send the entire class to an eerie silence.

The bus-ride back home and the delicious food by Mummy added enormous points to the day’s graph. After studies, dinner and the ritualistic cartoons, slumping down into the bed with a novel in hand, made the grand finale.

The memories of those days are still painted bright. As years passed by, have the colors started turning grey? Or have we allowed the colors to turn grey?

Amidst the hectic schedule of work and life, I keep wondering, are we missing out something in life? Or is life missing us?

I guess in the Race of Life, we are missing something. So, sit aside and think. Bring back the child in us and Lets turn the colors back to bright.

After a long time.........................

Its been such a long time since I blogged. Its so nice to visit all these links once again

Surprise B'Day Party

This post is for all those surprise-breakers who have enriched their friend’s B’Day memories.

Feb 20th, 10:30 A.M.

It’s my room mate, Ms. M’s B’Day on Feb 21st. And as always, we decided to order cake for her and give her a surprise party at 12 in the night. Ms. T (a room-mate) orders a beautiful cake for her at our office bakery.

Feb 20th, 4:30 P.M.

Our mutual friend, Ms. L goes to the office canteen and finds the cake that was ordered for our room-mate. Ms. L literally bangs her head on to the pillar for forgetting Ms. M’s B’Day. With much guilt and apprehension, Ms. L comes back to her cubicle, calls up Ms. M and says,”Happy B’Day Dear Friend! So sorry I forgot your birthday”. Ms. M, happy for the fact that her friend remembered her B’Day, even though 1 day earlier, replies, “Hey! Don’t worry. My B’Day is actually tomorrow.”

So at this stage, what do we all expect from Ms. L? We all expect a rephrased version of her B’Day Wishes like “Happy B’Day in advance.”

But here goes Ms. L, “Then why is your B’Day cake ordered for today?” To which the B’Day girl, Ms. M replies, “My room-mates would have ordered for tonight’s celebration. Thanks a lot for informing me about the party too,in advance.”

Midnight B’Day Bash Planned & Informed In Advance!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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