Sunday, November 28, 2010
Sunshine in my Eye!: Barbie Doll Masquerade!!
Sunshine in my Eye!: Barbie Doll Masquerade!!: "You know as winter slowly creeps up on our part of the world the party season warms up..weddings, mehndis and dance bashes are heating up th..."
Barbie Doll Masquerade!!
You know as winter slowly creeps up on our part of the world the party season warms up..weddings, mehndis and dance bashes are heating up the floors. I seem to gloat in all the excitement and drama. The clothes and the glam looks, sultry do ups and bling bling..I just wuv it man!! I just wish I was in this dream world all the time. I guess every one has a penchant for a certain type of thing or interest..for me its the glam world! I just can't seem to come out of it. Period! Its all about dress up and barbie doll looks.No one may believe me if they see me now that I was once a Tom girl.. a total adventure type..always ready to climb roofs , trees, pipes..lol, hike and bike, team leader with dozens of boys as my subordinates towing my line wherever I went or took them..the bossy kind who would completely control the mechanics of our pink Panther club. Plan matches and outplay the boys in cricket and lawn tenniss. I was a hard task master dressed in my signature side cap and cowboy shoes and torn jeans.. the cow boy girl with style. Till...I met this boy who treated me like shit..ofcourse why would'nt he when I was all dressed up and geared up to lead men not lead them on;) so well it was when we all climbed up upon one ofthe tallest trees in our neighbourhood as a challenge again that I realized that no one helped me down..lol or extend their help as they do to a lady I was like any other Pal, mate and they told me ,well he told me specifically well mate you can do it on your own!!
That was it..the nail in the coffin..the last time I let any man repeat those words to me;)
Since then I am the barbie doll..I may know the tricks ..drive rash or outplay all but i will never let these men know that. Femme fatale is the key to get all the attention..we women have that power to do that. Excersize both the options whenever required or needed..so..where was I ahhh yes the party season is on and I just lovvee the vivre..the tingle of that excitement to don new dresses and new shoes and run like Cindrella to a ball just to show off my new attire andnew looks..
Time is running out and till this barbie can hold up the masquerade she will..other wise bow out gracefully !At least the glass slipper will be left behind to look for a lady who had it all:)
That was it..the nail in the coffin..the last time I let any man repeat those words to me;)
Since then I am the barbie doll..I may know the tricks ..drive rash or outplay all but i will never let these men know that. Femme fatale is the key to get all the attention..we women have that power to do that. Excersize both the options whenever required or needed..so..where was I ahhh yes the party season is on and I just lovvee the vivre..the tingle of that excitement to don new dresses and new shoes and run like Cindrella to a ball just to show off my new attire andnew looks..
Time is running out and till this barbie can hold up the masquerade she will..other wise bow out gracefully !At least the glass slipper will be left behind to look for a lady who had it all:)
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Sunshine in my Eye!: Rewind Replay!! Yesterday Once More :)
Sunshine in my Eye!: Rewind Replay!! Yesterday Once More :): "I dont know how many of you of my age or may be younger are old songs die hards and have a liking for Carpenters but man I was a complete r..."
Rewind Replay!! Yesterday Once More :)
I dont know how many of you of my age or may be younger are old songs die hards and have a liking for Carpenters but man I was a complete romantic in my sweet sixteen years. the song, ' Yesterday Once More' by carpenters was one of my favourites and I would sing it all day long just as the lyrics croon...i would memorize each word...those old melodies, they sound so good to me, as they melt the years away!!
But they are back again ..just like a long lost friend..allthe songs i loved so well..
Life is like that..all the years gone by in a jiffy..are no more there to console us. We just memorize each memory etched in our brains forever and replay it time and again to refresh our souls..those good old times!!
You know while going through the old cds it reminded me of our young days when we all used to huddle around the comfy old heaters in the winters and our dads would treat us with those v old movies of our child hood..some even black and white ones..ahem dont think I'm that old ..just a bit matured as I mentioned in my earlier post.and those were some treats..those projector spools that were watched on the big screens at homes.ancient ones for you i guess..anyways we would sit and laugh at our moms and dads in their funny garbs and funnier goggles and funniest hairdos..my God that was the most hillarious pastime for all of us who thought were the most IN crowd..he!he!
Come to think of it there was that time when we rebuked our oldie goldie parents and made fun of them and today when we sat and watched OUR old replays was this same response..the same giggles about our 80s greased out looks and puffed up curls a la olivia Newton John.Lol! and I copied Olivia to the hilt..the same hair..the same eyes and plastered tight pants and tees..woah! 80's was not all that old my dearies..it was some times the cool macho men with side burns and spunky hairdos ..hot iwould term it. we all boogied to the sound of Bee Jees and ABBA and Boney M..
well they are no more there the good old golden years but the memories flash back the same feeling and bring a spark back again to tap our toes to the same old beats and wiggle our slightly older bones on the floor and boogey woogey the night away.
well.. cannot remain the same dancing queen of yesteryears ..got to give way to youth and enjoy their antics on the hip hop floor now..not that I cannot be a part of their hip hop scene( wink) but bow out gracefully is the name of the game..life moves on to newer pastures and onlookers remain standing on the side walks..wish I could rewind it once more and relive the part again :)
But they are back again ..just like a long lost friend..allthe songs i loved so well..
Life is like that..all the years gone by in a jiffy..are no more there to console us. We just memorize each memory etched in our brains forever and replay it time and again to refresh our souls..those good old times!!
You know while going through the old cds it reminded me of our young days when we all used to huddle around the comfy old heaters in the winters and our dads would treat us with those v old movies of our child hood..some even black and white ones..ahem dont think I'm that old ..just a bit matured as I mentioned in my earlier post.and those were some treats..those projector spools that were watched on the big screens at homes.ancient ones for you i guess..anyways we would sit and laugh at our moms and dads in their funny garbs and funnier goggles and funniest hairdos..my God that was the most hillarious pastime for all of us who thought were the most IN crowd..he!he!
Come to think of it there was that time when we rebuked our oldie goldie parents and made fun of them and today when we sat and watched OUR old replays was this same response..the same giggles about our 80s greased out looks and puffed up curls a la olivia Newton John.Lol! and I copied Olivia to the hilt..the same hair..the same eyes and plastered tight pants and tees..woah! 80's was not all that old my dearies..it was some times the cool macho men with side burns and spunky hairdos ..hot iwould term it. we all boogied to the sound of Bee Jees and ABBA and Boney M..
well they are no more there the good old golden years but the memories flash back the same feeling and bring a spark back again to tap our toes to the same old beats and wiggle our slightly older bones on the floor and boogey woogey the night away.
well.. cannot remain the same dancing queen of yesteryears ..got to give way to youth and enjoy their antics on the hip hop floor now..not that I cannot be a part of their hip hop scene( wink) but bow out gracefully is the name of the game..life moves on to newer pastures and onlookers remain standing on the side walks..wish I could rewind it once more and relive the part again :)
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Sunshine in my Eye!: Paintaholic!! Picasso in hiding!
Sunshine in my Eye!: Paintaholic!! Picasso in hiding!: "You know its been a while and when I say awhile that really extends the length like the furthest end of the chewing gum...that I have taken ..."
Paintaholic!! Picasso in hiding!
You know its been a while and when I say awhile that really extends the length like the furthest end of the chewing gum...that I have taken up the brush again. I was quite young..well I dont call myself old any more just a little more mature. For a looonnngest time i was sweetest 16 for my kids till they found out from their friends when they were 10 that 16 was too little for a mom to be and so one day they came back all angry and vehement to tell them the truth and I had to unfortunately apprise them so I did and from 16 I became 18...and thats how the snail speed of my age graph has moved on.
But you know I feel age is just a number its us within..our soul age that matters..and I dont think I have grown up thaaat much, so the term matured a bit more fits me just perfect!
Well where was I?? oh yea I started with paints and brushes..yeah so well I was seriously painting when I was a young girl with no little wiggle naughty bambinos. That was the calmest time in my life till these cuddly bubblys invaded my life and woah a whirlwind started. Round n round we flew in it for years..the best times i would call them. Y ou have no idea how I abhorred the name of kids before I got hitched...but when they came my perception changed. I was a kid again..I played with them, jumped with them , climbed roofs and trees and mountains and did every thing that can be called being naughty much to the horror of my hubby dear who couldnt imagine a lady or rather a mommy dear behaving the same as the kiddies ...but after a while poor daddy got used to this arrangement and adopted the mommy as the older baby of the house. oh and so where was I ..oh yes the paints and brushes..well for a long time I tried picking up brushes and I had stints in which i did manage to paint a serie or two but its only now that I have found ample time to devote to this hobby again.
I have this passion to get up every morning and sit in my studio thinking of what to paint. Most would think of what to cook but that I think about before I sleep at night and order early so that no one disturbs me in my trance. You have to see me in my trance, its like meditating..doing yoga rather. I sit calmly upon my poofs all curled up like a coiled hermit minnie mouse , a brush in my teeth.. a book in my hands and a canvass laid like a book infront of me. Music in the background is my inspirer that turns me on and I start as it gets to me!!! literally it comes like pouring rain..the inspirations I mean. and the artist in me stirs up and wriggles out and starts off to paint. By the time it stops the clock has moved on couple of hours and the cds have been changed and I look like michealangelo all smeared with blobs of red and yellow and blue..my favourite colour pallette. shows in most of my paintings.
wearily I descend but with a winning smirk on my face..completion of a mission done..a piece of art created from my factory. Although none of these can be termed as super duper art creations but to me its like achieving a long lost love..can'nt get enough of it. My hubby is perplexed where to hang all these different types of mood manias. he says I have become a paintaholic..facebookholic and writoholic all three dangerous signs of going manic..so save the world before I do that I feel I have to give the world my creations..lol that the world may dig out one day and say wow there was a Picasso in hiding..he!he! well at least thats the sunshine I crave for!
But you know I feel age is just a number its us within..our soul age that matters..and I dont think I have grown up thaaat much, so the term matured a bit more fits me just perfect!
Well where was I?? oh yea I started with paints and brushes..yeah so well I was seriously painting when I was a young girl with no little wiggle naughty bambinos. That was the calmest time in my life till these cuddly bubblys invaded my life and woah a whirlwind started. Round n round we flew in it for years..the best times i would call them. Y ou have no idea how I abhorred the name of kids before I got hitched...but when they came my perception changed. I was a kid again..I played with them, jumped with them , climbed roofs and trees and mountains and did every thing that can be called being naughty much to the horror of my hubby dear who couldnt imagine a lady or rather a mommy dear behaving the same as the kiddies ...but after a while poor daddy got used to this arrangement and adopted the mommy as the older baby of the house. oh and so where was I ..oh yes the paints and brushes..well for a long time I tried picking up brushes and I had stints in which i did manage to paint a serie or two but its only now that I have found ample time to devote to this hobby again.
I have this passion to get up every morning and sit in my studio thinking of what to paint. Most would think of what to cook but that I think about before I sleep at night and order early so that no one disturbs me in my trance. You have to see me in my trance, its like meditating..doing yoga rather. I sit calmly upon my poofs all curled up like a coiled hermit minnie mouse , a brush in my teeth.. a book in my hands and a canvass laid like a book infront of me. Music in the background is my inspirer that turns me on and I start as it gets to me!!! literally it comes like pouring rain..the inspirations I mean. and the artist in me stirs up and wriggles out and starts off to paint. By the time it stops the clock has moved on couple of hours and the cds have been changed and I look like michealangelo all smeared with blobs of red and yellow and blue..my favourite colour pallette. shows in most of my paintings.
wearily I descend but with a winning smirk on my face..completion of a mission done..a piece of art created from my factory. Although none of these can be termed as super duper art creations but to me its like achieving a long lost love..can'nt get enough of it. My hubby is perplexed where to hang all these different types of mood manias. he says I have become a paintaholic..facebookholic and writoholic all three dangerous signs of going manic..so save the world before I do that I feel I have to give the world my creations..lol that the world may dig out one day and say wow there was a Picasso in hiding..he!he! well at least thats the sunshine I crave for!
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Sunshine in my Eye!: Yesterday was the one of the saddest days in my li...
Sunshine in my Eye!: Yesterday was the one of the saddest days in my li...: "Yesterday was the one of the saddest days in my life..you know only a pilots wife can understand the ordeal of another pilots wife..all our ..."
Sunshine in my Eye!: Rainbow at the end of the road!
Sunshine in my Eye!: Rainbow at the end of the road!: "Life seems such a waste.. every morning I wake up to the sounds of chirpy birds beside my window sill.. a whiff of morning glory tingles my ..."
Sunshine in my Eye!: My Brady Bunch Family!
Sunshine in my Eye!: My Brady Bunch Family!: "Well yesterday was just another day in my life..a lonng list of chores awaited my morning. I started early armed with my daily dose of caffe..."
Yesterday was the one of the saddest days in my life..you know only a pilots wife can understand the ordeal of another pilots wife..all our lives we are trained and conditioned to put up a brave mask upon our faces and face the harsh reality of living a life full of risk.One moment you are laughing with each other and the next day you are crying with them. Its a support mechanism that runs like a bloodline ...like an extended family that is automatically there to support each other..understand each others pains and sorrows.
The air crash that took place yesterday not only took the lives of 21 people onboard but the lives of two very dear friends of ours flying the plane.No comments on what happened but the pain that it caused was unbearable.come to think about the passengers it carried.How much pain they must have gone through. On top of that the role of media was unethically unfair.the moment it happened in the early hours the television started up likesome faulty alarm clock that keeps ringing and ringing without halt..on and on abt the same incident without even investigating it properly and authentically. It is a shame how some of our chanels are behaving these days..very irresponsibly..an immature behavior i would term it. Just to sensationalise and claim to be the first they cross limits of media ethics.
Not understanding the extent of its implications upon the lives of those who are directly affected by it.
Any ways, thats how life is these days..each day counts...thatis why it is important that we live it full and make priorities in our life. best is to give time to family and friends because thats the only sunshine that gives us hope to move ahead and face real life.
The air crash that took place yesterday not only took the lives of 21 people onboard but the lives of two very dear friends of ours flying the plane.No comments on what happened but the pain that it caused was unbearable.come to think about the passengers it carried.How much pain they must have gone through. On top of that the role of media was unethically unfair.the moment it happened in the early hours the television started up likesome faulty alarm clock that keeps ringing and ringing without halt..on and on abt the same incident without even investigating it properly and authentically. It is a shame how some of our chanels are behaving these days..very irresponsibly..an immature behavior i would term it. Just to sensationalise and claim to be the first they cross limits of media ethics.
Not understanding the extent of its implications upon the lives of those who are directly affected by it.
Any ways, thats how life is these days..each day counts...thatis why it is important that we live it full and make priorities in our life. best is to give time to family and friends because thats the only sunshine that gives us hope to move ahead and face real life.
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Rainbow at the end of the road!
Life seems such a waste.. every morning I wake up to the sounds of chirpy birds beside my window sill.. a whiff of morning glory tingles my nose through the open window that my hubby leaves ajar before he leaves for office.A tiny ray of sunshine peeps in through the corner of the curtains and I squint my eyes to look at the clock in front of me.9 am...still time to while away the day.Maybe one more hour in bed..contemplating life's sorrows and harsh realities. Well this is a normal routine of a house wife. or rather a house wife in her middle age when there's hardly anyone to look after..tend, care!! Life seems so easy and drab and monotonous. Day after day, the same routine , the same monotony..no respite,, no change!
I want some sunshine in my life ..the same sunshine that once made my life worth getting up for. The same sunshine that made me sing in shower and sing all the way to my office an hour away from my home.there was always a twinkling in my eye then. They named me the Sunshine girl!! was it just a few years back?? or so it seems like a decade that has gone by.. I have no energy to shine on.the only hope left is to take me away from this ever clouded atmosphere.The rain and sunshine don't go a long way but..if they do there's always a rainbow at the end of the road. Maybe I need a rainbow at the far end to make me shine again.. laugh again :)
Rainbows only appear for a little while and disappear forever I know but however little time it may be there it sprinkles colours of life every where.I want to live again..feel the warmth of life..share these colours and bask in the warmth of their strength.
Maybe out there there are more of us.. wanting to live again..be the sun for little rays that shine now. Maybe there is still a rainbow waiting for us at the end of the road that brings back a reflection of that special sunshine to our eyes..Hope never dies!
I want some sunshine in my life ..the same sunshine that once made my life worth getting up for. The same sunshine that made me sing in shower and sing all the way to my office an hour away from my home.there was always a twinkling in my eye then. They named me the Sunshine girl!! was it just a few years back?? or so it seems like a decade that has gone by.. I have no energy to shine on.the only hope left is to take me away from this ever clouded atmosphere.The rain and sunshine don't go a long way but..if they do there's always a rainbow at the end of the road. Maybe I need a rainbow at the far end to make me shine again.. laugh again :)
Rainbows only appear for a little while and disappear forever I know but however little time it may be there it sprinkles colours of life every where.I want to live again..feel the warmth of life..share these colours and bask in the warmth of their strength.
Maybe out there there are more of us.. wanting to live again..be the sun for little rays that shine now. Maybe there is still a rainbow waiting for us at the end of the road that brings back a reflection of that special sunshine to our eyes..Hope never dies!
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