Tagged: sleep

La Chamelion

“Ok. Stop that.” “Huh? Stop what?” I turned around. I was thrown off course there. Here I was accompanying mom for her appointment with the doctor. We’d just got in the hospital, and had done no more than walk up to the reception. I know I can be irritating at...

2008 in retrospect

Happy New Year! Well, ok. So it isn’t BRAND new. Slightly old. No, no. Old is not the right word either. Let’s just say the year has ‘matured’ a bit and close it at that. It’s been almost a week now since we kissed last year goodbye; some people did...

Trippin’

History repeats itself. And around here, we create our own history. For people who are not used to how my parental household works, I’d be shirking my duties as an author if I don’t outline the rituals at home. For my part, my own personal routine is simple in it’s...

Of Accidental Incidents and Incidental Accidents

Boy, am I a klutz. A tripping, stumbling, bumbling, stammering stooge; an absent minded, spaced-out, daydreaming, sleepwalking reference point for manufacturers of ‘fool-proof’ gadgets worldwide; a meandering, careless fr… Hey, stop nodding your head. I was expecting something along the lines of “Come on, Hammy. You’re not THAT bad”, or...

The Sicker Sucker

I’ve HAD it! It’s a goddamn antediluvian conspiracy. And I’m not talking about the conspiracy to get me to use ‘antediluvian’ in the wrong context. I’m talking about something bigger. Bigger, meaner and revolving around a common target… meeee. Granted, I spend most of my time in Bangalore feverishly avoiding...

Tagged

I got tagged by Amooma. Online Tag is a curious ball game. It’s a mix of the childhood games Tag and Follow The Leader. You get tagged, you gotta do what the tagger has done… which usually means answering some questions and filling some lists found on the tagger’s blog....

Stringing Along

Buckle your seat-belts, cos I have news. Hmm… On second thoughts, this isn’t really the kind of news you can prepare for by buckling seat-belts. What was I thinking? The breaking news from my side is that I have decided to take another shot at learning the guitar. I expect...

Mix-n-Mash

Not altogether unlike Dan Brown’s Silas, I decided to torture myself last night. But there were differences in approach, however. For one thing, I didn’t decide on this because I thought I was a sinner. Who am I to decide on the punishment for my sins? If that decision were...

Movers and Rakers

I’m moving. Yes, moving… shifting house… migrating… changing horses … jumping ship… altering my housing supplier. Some of you may be thinking of jumping up and down in joyous exuberance, while others might be crying deep within. While I protest more vehemently towards the first group, BOTH reactions are quite...

A cause-effect analysis

Yesterday was a bad day. Little demons with big pointy sticks poked the insides of my skull; Tiny clones of Himesh Reshammiya sat next to my eardrums and shrieked at the top of his irksome nasal voice; my old economics professor popped up like an inebriated jack-in-the-box every time I...

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