What a great idea!! :-)

 

SMILE. Even if that's all you can do. It might just be the best thing anyone can do!

Bauble

So what will it be today my friend?

Ask and you shall receive...

Modern Times

my life it seems is now just mechanic
shiny, hard, metallic
no feeling - just a void.

no time to register an emotion
cold, impersonal,dead...
just a dulled sense of what's around

what would it take to feel alive again?
to stop and stare
and smell a flower?

but all i do is run
from the morning till i'm sleeping
while i'm talking and when i'm walking
all i do is run...

i sit in my cubicle
one cog among a million rusty ones
turning tortured grooves
to keep the machine running

what would it take to feel alive again?
to remember
and listen to an old favourite song?
and cry?

Weird Food - The £111.95 sandwich!

Forget your average cheese and ham slapped inside a roll, can you imagine paying over £110 (that's roughly  8000!) for a sandwich??

 

Created by chef Martin Blunos, the world's most expensive sandwich contains slices of quail's egg, heirloom black tomato, epicure apple, figs and specially created white truffle cheese on a £5 loaf of sourdough bread, dressed with extra virgin olive oil. The sandwich was garnished with a salad of mustard reds, pea shoots and red amaranth. The cost factor was raised another notch by a topping of edible gold dust!

 

Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-1310805/TV-chef-Martin-Blunos-creates-cheese-sandwich-costs-incredible-110.html#ixzz0zOC8mfR5

a bout of nostalgia... Moon River

Moon Rover,

Wider than a mile:

I'm crossin' you in style

Someday.

Old dream maker,

You heart breaker,

Wherever you're goin',

I'm goin' your way.

Two drifters off to see the world,

There's such a lot of world to see.

We're after the same Rainbow's end,

Waitin' around the bend,

My Huckleberry friend,

Moon River and me.

 - from Breakfast at Tiffany's

(Henry Mancini and Hank Mercer)

The Mood this Monday

fatigued.

tetchy.

frazzled.

aching.

addled.

disgusted.

melodramatic.

cornered.

worn out and washed out.

disillusioned.

 

Need a good cry, sound sleep and some chocolate.

lines for a light blue monday :-)

looking at you across a sea of faces

it's just the beginning of the week

i see you're busy - i know i am busy

but i still cannot resist a glance...

 

it's just monday love, what do i do to make you and the weekend come closer? ;-)

If You Forget Me - Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing.

You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine.

- Pablo Neruda

Bushu

My sister and I often complain (albeit good naturedly) that Ma is so fond of Bushu, our dog, that she chooses to ignore us nowadays. The truth is I suppose that Bushu has cast his spell over us all and none of us are really immune to his doggy charm!

 

Even Baba, who is your average strict and stern patriarch is not above scratching Bushu's belly or feeding him tidbits! He even allows the dog to climb in under the covers in winter. Of course he pretends that he wasn't aware when the dog climbed in at night but then he makes no attempt whatsoever to move him away. Ma of course is the one who spoils him most. She sings to him and calls him a thousand pet names (er he is a pet! hahaha) and cuddles him. He doesn't eat from anyone else and reserves his most adoring looks for her. I think Ma likes the fact that he is completely dependent on her. She readily admits that after we grew up (and moved away) she didn't really have much to do. Having Bushu fulfilled a need in her. She likes fussing over him and he loves all the attention!

 

My sister and I, when we are not complaining about him that is, admit unabashedly our love for Bushu! He was the cutest puppy ever and he is the mildest mannered, most gentle creature we know.

 

Just today, someone said that it was nice having someone to come home to, of course by that he meant his wife... but like I love the fact I have Bushu to come home to! He'll wag his tail furiously and jump around as if saying "I am so excited to have you back home! Let's play!"

A Sunday Haircut

This photo is dedicated to all the bad haircuts we were given as kids!

I took this photo one bright Sunday as we were driving through Bauria, which is around 2 hrs away from Kolkata. I think the kid's woebegone expression says it all. This made me laugh and remember all the terrible haircuts I used to get as a kid!