Blogpost, because – no blog post

There’s no writers block, no lack of content either. There is a lack of coherence to frame what I want to, but I had many things to write about in the past months. Be it the coke without fizz movie of Dhoni (what untold story, songs?), or the very valid slap and punch of the Pink movie. I am thinking too much to be able to type something. Hopefully I will still blog my thoughts on the whole topic that Pink revolved around. I have always been concerned about the sorry situation that woman are in, and that movie was like a mirror and reminder to me:  “there don’t you try to close your eyes and ignore this” kind of reminder.

There were many other things that I want to blog about too, because I am not a man of reviews, but experiences. I also wanted to blog about the pessimism that reeks within me, the regular additions that I will probably continue to want to add to Party means only drinks aa? , thoughts that make me unravel myself to me.

I wanted to record my thoughts when I parted with my daughter (just for couple of months, for work related matters), want to write how I feel when I see her video or watch her on video calls. Hopefully I will. I should. Because, you, my dear one shall continue to make me realize that while I procrastinate, you grow and shall add to my joy with everyday. Joys I would want to revisit and feel, but I’ve been lazy.

I will write my thoughts, sachhi, I promise! I write these words with the towering shadow of procrastinating thoughts behind me, saying ‘really, and what are you doing now? What were you actually supposed to?’

Mocking the meek willed me.

The dentist comes home

I woke up to a sudden, unexpected invigilation of my teeth by the dentist today. It’s my wife’s doing, She invited the dentist over, pointing the unassuming me to her, there’s no doubt about that.

One look into the sparkling eyes of this dentist and I knew I wouldn’t be able to say ‘no’ to her. She’s got those eyes which could even get Rajinikanth to say ‘RajiniCant’. She somehow pried open my jaws with her fingers, inspected the molars and pre-molars, and gave an inquiring ‘haa?’;

Her expression piqued my own senses, I asked her if it was that bad; but I am sure she never understood my words with my mouth that full. I feared she might consider investigating my throat with her able nimble fingers. She sure looked like she intended to.

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The case of the missing bill

Today’s was a guiltily happy day at work. “Why?” you’d ask. What why? Shouldn’t I have a happy day?..

I came across this blog of Narendra Shenoy and have been giggling or laughing away to myself. I shared it on whatsapp, made fun of a cousin in the cousins group and hello, my wife, who is also part of that whatsapp group calls me. Now, I don’t think one should think this way, but somehow I always misinterpret if my wife calls, if I am active on whatsapp. This time I assumed that since she saw me active on one whatsapp group, in office hours, obviously I am not busy with work. Which wasn’t entirely wrong (grins).

As parents of an 8 month old infant, we tend to discuss a lot about the baby and my wife had to explain how my daughter had slept for 2 hours straight after her food (she had woken us up early today and kept playing with us to wake us up early too). After narrating this, she had nothing else to add, usually there is, ‘get this or that while returning’. The mocking skunk that I am, I replied it with a, “hey, today I have work to give for you” (bless the poor thing, she ignores my satire), “..the towel that we had planned to exchange today(it had a hole), search for its bill”, I said.

She groaned with an “abba…” and I chuckled at her misery. “The cooking needs to be done, baby food to be prepared and fed, and I am hungry too”, she continued. “Search in your wallet na, maybe you placed it there”. I had opened my wallet earlier in the day for breakfast and checked for the bill already, so I informed her.

After around 2 hours, my wife called again, “are you sure you don’t have it with you? Nothing on the sofa, or on the beds” Continue reading “The case of the missing bill”