Live in love

One minute of joy and love is eternity, so are one good thought, one good deed and a big laugh. Add more of this. I am bad in maths, you add up. Live in love.

Footprints in the sands of time

Footprints in the sands of time
Measured steps to be washed away by a thoughtless wave

Thursday, May 31, 2007

TWISTING IT

How to misunderstand when someone says:
  • You are still the same:
  • You mean there is no improvement?
  • You are early:
  • Am I late usually?
  • You look smart today
  • Did I look dumb yesterday?
  • You passed
  • Did you think I would fail ?

TOO HOT TO HANDLE


  • I blame the scorching summer heat for my not posting anything. It really got me down, no matter how many juices I downed. I felt like sleeping most of the time and tired.
  • It’s always summer in Chennai, except maybe December & January. So what’s there to grieve about?
  • Earlier, when I was in college, I never complained about the heat but enjoyed the season relishing various juices and coconut water etc. But this summer got me down.
  • [I thank the person who invented the air conditioner. I wish him a long life, if he has not already passed into the annals of memory.]
  • Season has an effect on our mind, gives us energy or saps it, just like the time of the day. Ernest Hemingway was sceptical about what he wrote in the night as he thought he would feel different in the morning.

  • A rain-drenched grass is past compare; the smell of rain and the new leaves in spring. How bright the leaves look after rain had washed away all the dust. It rained for a week last year and there was no sun. When it did appear, I went to the terrace and sunned myself like sun-hungry Westerner.

  • Seasonal changes are to be enjoyed, I tell myself. Forget the curses I let out this year, next time I will remember.