Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Road Block

I can see this huge sign inside my head that says ‘Under Construction’. It’s a road block similar to the kind you find all over the roads of Bombay. It forces you to stop, and take a detour. Most times it makes you want to curse someone in to oblivion. But no matter what you do, it remains there till some higher (probably divine) authority deigns itself to taking it away and allowing the lesser mortals an easy path to wherever they plan on getting to.

Right now the roadways of my head are blocked and the path between my brain and fingers is a no entry. So I wait. For divine intervention. 

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

For Now.

Fellow: Sweetheart?

Me: Yes?

Fellow: huh?

Me: You called me?

Fellow: Oh. No. I was talking to the dog.

We’ve been at my granny’s home for an hour and already I have to fight for attention from the Fellow. And it wouldn’t have been so bad if at least the dog showered me with the same unconditional love and licks that she usually does. But I have come to the conclusion that dogs are fickle creatures and will sell their soul for an hour long belly rub. Hmph.

But being the fighter I am, I did try to regain my lost footing.

The result?

A look of extreme annoyance from both the Fellow and the dog for interrupting their bonding session.

I’ve given up. For Now.