Someone Like You

I just had this uncontrollable urge to write about the special someone in my life. Not that anyone would be interested, seeing as this blog here had two hits last month, one when I checked to see if it had undergone disuse atrophy, and another when my niece hit the keyboard when I was not looking. OK, back to the topic. This post is about the nicest human being I know, the person I love the most in this world, myself*.

1. I cannot stand black umbrellas. In fact, I find all single colour umbrellas unappealing, but black is particularly disliked.



2. My umbrella features a skinny girl with long braided hair and a messenger bag slung across her body cycling to Marseilles.

3. This often leads to speculation that the girl on my umbrella is me. It is not. My hair is much longer, mine is an excursion bag, I have never been to France (although I would love to someday) and I cannot ride.

4. Yes, I cannot ride a bicycle. Or any other two-wheeler, for that matter.

5. Speaking of bags, I am not much of a handbag person.

6. I love rice.

7. I hate the great big ball of fire in the sky.

8. I think geckos are kinda cute.

9. Despite being a Hindu, I relish the cooked flesh of dead cows.

10. I cannot pose for a picture properly.


11. I often cannot recall what I have said just seconds earlier.

12. I am sorely tempted to poke people who say 'OMG, don't you eat anything at all?' in the eye with a 16 gauge needle. No, I just stand outside and inhale the scents during mealtimes. Retards.

13. I am not entirely sure if I am superstitious about the rahukaalam. But I strongly believe in putting off everything that can be put off for as long as possible.

14. My least favourite dress style is the one that I am forced to wear most often.

15. I read an abridged comic book version of Dracula when I was eleven, and I still have nightmares about the Count. And now I really wish I hadn't performed a Google image search for 'Dracula'.

16. In general, I don't care for clothes or jewellery much. When my friends talk about 'that blue dress with tiny yellow flowers' they wore 'that day' with 'the silver and blue earrings', I will smile and nod, but I will have no idea what they are talking about.


17. Shoes are my Achilles heel.

18. Either there is something significantly wrong with me, or I am a hypochondriac.

19. I am a borderline misanthrope.

20. I have never seen Sholay.

21. I don't like the colour pink.

22. I don't own any nail polish, but there is always a bottle of nail polish remover on my dresser.

23. There is a mole on my left forearm that was not there last year.

24. I am the proverbial 'will not hurt a fly' kind of person, and will go to a lot of trouble to save an ant from a watery grave in the sink, but I can dig up no compassion for mosquitoes.

25. I love to play with words and numbers in my head.

*Not quite who you were expecting, eh?

In A Pail, Obviously

My niece turns two in a few weeks' time. Here she is, doing one of her favourite things, posing for a picture.


She also loves to tell stories. Here is one of her masterpieces.

Me: Vava, oru katha parayu. (Vava, tell me a story.)
Her: Jack veenu. Jill-um veenu. (Jack fell. Jill also fell.)
Me: Ayyo engane? (*expression of shock* How?)
Her: Vellam ekkan poyappo. (When they went to fetch water).
Me: Oh.
Her: Vava guggirl! Clap!
Me: OK, Vava good girl. *claps*

Other favourite things do include raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, which is magically useful in keeping her still for a while.

Hakuna Matata!

I realise I have not posted anything on this blog, even though I promised I would after my exams ended. It's been over a month since that wonderful event, and my promise has not been kept. So unlike me to not post, don't you think? Don't believe me? Look at the archives.

I have been watching lots of movies on DVD, sleeping, reading, sleeping, eating, sleeping, lazing around, and in my free time, I sleep. This problem-free life made think of two of my favourite people, and look, here they are!


I saw this picture, and all I could think was, the guy in the car is standing downwind.

Time Travel

Only a week and a half before I die. Apologies in advance for not posting in the next few weeks.

Wedding Invite

I seem to have run out of topics to write about.

All right, I lied. I have not run out of topics, but that sounds better than whining about how I have so much to study that I have no time to breathe. It's old. So I stole this, I know not from whom. It's been around for a while. Apologies to non-medicos.

We, Mrs and Mr Aorta-Brachiocephalic Arch

Cordially invite your esteemed presence and blessings

with family on the occasion of the marriage of our son

Sublclavian Artery

With

Internal Jugular Vein

(Daughter of Mrs Inferior Petrosal Sinus and Mr Sigmoid Sinus)

At Posterior Triangular Hall, lateral to Sternocleidomastoid Plaza,

Prevertebral Block

Cervical Highway 7

And for the reception thereafter at their residence at

Apartment C6

Fascia Colli Buildings

Neck Nagar

Head

PIN Code: C567

Kindly avoid presents

Anatomical accuracy be damned.