Dogs do rule ! Cats just drool!

Some wise chap once said that pets are the solution to loneliness. Dogs? Yes! Cats? Naaah! Old grannies still do keep cats, but then how many of us find grannies any fun? They kill tiny vermin, you say. Murderers, I call them. On the topic of being of adorable, kittens may still be called cute, but then all pups are cuter! (Unlike all babies!)

A bad-tempered person is referred to as a ‘bag of cats’. If you copy someone’s answer sheet, you get labeled a ‘copycat’. If you are cranky, you are a ‘sourpuss’. Think about it, curiosity always kills the inquisitive cats but never the sniffing dogs. Would you rather cat around and live a fairly aimless life or cherish a dog’s life, the simpler way out.

If you are lost in the woods who would you prefer to go to for help? Good ol’ Lassie or the lazy Garfield? Who does a detective like TinTin want around with him? Snowy or TopCat? Who would you rather wake up to? A cheerful dog or a mewling cat?
If a thief breaks in, how many cats would bark the house down?

A dog is the only thing on this earth that would love you more than it self. They are the first to welcome and the foremost to defend. Their unconditional love is unquestionable. No cat would ever wag their tail when they see you. The fact of the matter is that dogs adore and cats ignore!

So you think you own a cat? Think again! A dog would say, “You pet me, You feed me, You shelter me, and You love me. You must be God." Whereas the cat’s intrinsic belief is described as, "you pet Me, you feed Me, you shelter Me, and you love Me. I must be God."

“Dogs rule! Cats are fools!” Dogs can outrun cats any day. Seriously, I would like to see a cat herding cattle. It is easier to train the brattiest of dogs than the quirkiest of cats! Police forces, the military, the army, they all call upon the senses of a dog to help them out. When has a cat, officially, or otherwise, been of any help to humanity?

They lick themselves, cough up hairballs, abhor water, hence, are never clean.
Egyptians may have worshipped the mundane creatures, but thousands of years later, they still prefer to be waited upon!

I rest my case!

Why I Smile

Things that have made me smile, still make me smile and I hope, make me smile in the future as well.
(Not in any particular order, maybe...)

*A glass of cold water. The unsalty kind.
*Surprise Phone Recharge.
*Letters + Cards + PostCards
*Dedications - Poems + Songs + Testimonials
*Phone call at Four in the morn'
*Uncle Chips
*HomeCooked Food
*A welcoming house
*Hot Chappatis
*Free food
*Minty Fresh Breath
*Riding in Cars
*Bike Rides
*Clean Towels
*Sleeping in an AirConditioned Room and not just the Lecture Hall
*Bournvita in Hot Milk
*Ironed Clothes
*Fruits
*Someone who misses thee
*Head Massage
*Rains but not the slush/muck
*Beaches but not the sand
*Fresh Bedsheets
*IceCream in Winters
*A warm hug
*A propah bath where the soap actually gets washed away
*Good hair day
*Wholesome conversations. The satiating kind.
*A Crush
*The Colour Green
*English-speaking Autowallahs
*Uncorrupt Autowallahs
*Haircut
*Waxing
*A genuine smile
*Cheerful mornings
*Well-lit roads
*Company when alone
*Cheerful company when sad
*Answered Prayers
*Being an answer to a Prayer
*Comfortable sleep
*Not being scared of the dark
*Finding money in unexpected places
*Stars + the Moon
*Cool breeze
*Message chat
*Getting to a new place without getting lost
*Not having to cross roads
*Having someone calm to cross roads with

"IF ONLY I HAD BEEN NOT AN IDIOT I WOULD HAVE ..."

...been a bigger idiot. Maybe. Who knows? Or I could have been fantastic. Like I am now. Its all about the 'if'. Either you have it or you don’t. I, personally, would not like to be appreciated with a sentence prefixed with an 'if'. It just spoils the whole flow of thought. Just like how 'but' does it. "I really like you, but..." Hits hard, doesn’t it?
The question which now arises is, does it really make sense to bother what you fill the unforgiving moment with? Be it meandering memories or tangential thoughts... fictitious facts or rambling ruminations. At the end of the day what could have been is nowhere close to be taken into account than what you actually are. Nevertheless, one still likes to fantasize about the life that could have been... youngest Oscar-winner, author of the bestselling book in the universe, maybe the actual Doctor Dolittle. Even a child prodigy would have been brilliant!
Alas! I do not have a Time Machine to go back in time, so I have to stick to being what I am… the one and only myself. Whatever faults I may have, at least they are mine! So cheers to the world for fuelling my aspirations. Someday, I will be part of someone else’s philosophical writings. Someday i will hit the jack pot and summarize my past as i was living it, in poverty, and yet, in sheer abandon. Someday my name will appear on one of the best-selling novels and my long lost friends might recognize me and think about how I was back then, luckless, volatile, and insecure. Maybe someday I will discover the indescribable. Till then I am going to stick to trying not to bother about the sanctity of this fortunate living. Incomprehensible babbling suits me the best. You might want to try it as well. It might do you good. Who knows… maybe.

FINCH, ATTICUS

Scrawny, hunch backed, tongue lolling out with that all too perfect grin on his stupid face, muddy brown with a wicked disposition… that is how my first memory of Finch goes.
I adopted Finch from a shelter for homeless animals. When I first met the brat, he bit the neck of a towering Great Dane. Though he has never shown that side again I am sure he is just as rotten as they come.
He is as inactive as Bull dogs go. Maybe a tad bit more. Tall, dark and handsome – he has the power to make cars roll their windows down, when out on a walk. Lots have “ooohed” and “aaahed” over the brute. Not that he has ever been known to reciprocate any stranger’s mushy comments. He is a private person. Other than when it comes to food. I have undying faith in his ability to be a nuisance. Yes, he has made me a believer.
Kind, loyal, endearing like his namesake… though his gentlemanly behaviour is highly debatable. He has managed to carve a well-established niche for himself and his foolhardiness. A delusional human being, he faithfully believes the Sofas are his sole property. Many a war has been waged between my mother and the loon. None to her advantage, as of yet.
He has taught me the value of never judging anyone by their face value. His loose hanging skin over the peekaboo eyes gives one the impression of a serious personality. Which, as I have learnt the hard way, is far from the truth.
Appreciating him from a few thousand miles is not as hard as I imagined it to be. I might even miss his guttural barks. Time has yet to tell.

[ I, ME AND MYSELF ]

My life, according to me, can be divided into two parts - BC and AD - Before Chicken Pox and After the Destruction. Before Chicken Pox came calling, I was undeniably brilliantly clueless about the actual trials and tribulations in life, even though I thought so otherwise. And then the Pox hit. Pain was not an option anymore.

Separation, Divorce, Heart Break, Violence, I thought I had seen it all. Nothing would ever be able to surprise me anymore. But then I have been wrong before.

Contrary to popular belief, I would want the scars to remain, at least one. Just to remind me of a time in life when I was depressed, uncomfortable, irate, away from home, but when I still, somehow, managed to overcome the beautiful disaster.

Mimzy~

I miss dropping you back home...
I miss pretending to be your BodyGuard...
I miss those "walks"...
I miss the yapyapyapyap sessions...
I miss the late Metro rides...
I miss the random movies...
I miss BCLing...
I miss getting stranded with you...
I miss our impromptu shopping sessions...
I miss our ONE fight...
I miss the nightstays...
I miss the cribbing...
I miss always being there with you...
I miss taking you for granted...
I miss the craziness...
I miss the seriousness...
I miss AlphaNumeric...
I miss IP...
I miss the autorides...
I miss the roadcrossing...
I miss your scolding...
I miss your agreeing with everything...
I miss our consensus...
I miss our LoveLyfs...
I miss trying to set you up with whackos...
I miss being the Knight-In-Shining-Armour...
I miss being mommied by thee...
I miss the giggling...
I miss Capitol...
I miss drinking with thee...
I miss being sober with thee...
I miss your accidents...
I miss YOU!

Why I might just be missing Delhi.

(As always, in no particular order or sense.)
Try not to read too much in between the lines… It will just confuse thee!
*Smug smile*

~I miss the Construction Site which Delhi has become owing to the CommonWealthGames.
BTW, I am also gonna terribly miss Volunteering for the the CWG… =/

~ 95 FM. Or for that matter, ANY English FM.

~English.
Chennai has no dearth of people conversing in Sign Language/ Baby Talk… but try to get them to talk English and it turns out to be a horrid mix of Tamil+English=Tinglish. I have nothing against Tinglish other than the inglorious fact that I do NOT understand it. Hmph!

~Buying Movie Tickets in Current.
*Sighs*
I miss Satyam+PVR+BIG+FUNCINEMAS and the lyk… I do! I do! I do! =/

~Miss my PhoneRecharge Bhaiya.
Here I have an Uncle typish personality who wants to pass himself off as an Anna. Not with those jhaadolyk mustaches, no you don’t!

~Momma cutting my Nails. =|… =/… =[

~My Hangers!!!
I miss seeing all my clothes beautifully lined up. Hanging in my Wardrobe. In my hangers.
I miss thee, dearest wacky collection of Hangers.

~ My Retarded PC. Sometimes.

~ My Mooozik.
Because, I still don’t know where I saved the stuff I moved from my PC to my Lappie.
Vanished without a trace!

~ My Accessories Collection.
*My Belts
*My Shoes
*My Chappals
*My Bangles
*My Earrings
*My Rings
My Preciousss!

~My BEST PHRANDWAS!
I have some of the world's yummiest BestFriends...
Some of them are my kind.
Some are completely opposite.
Some actually hate me... for certain things.
The rest just Lub me lyk crazy...
And I lub them back!

~Clicking a Gogol pics.
*Mirror Pics
*Group Pics
*Shady pics
*Posing Pics
*Up-Above-The-World Pics...
*sighs*
Its just not the same in Chennai... or anywhere else for that matter.
My 7610 Supernova misses being used.