tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75739441034327812972024-03-19T10:03:36.345+05:30The Mad Moggies - Old OneVignettes from the world of 2 quirky Feline Sapiens!!!Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-82507721551683625322010-05-01T18:37:00.003+05:302010-05-01T18:44:37.935+05:30EnlightenmentStrange are the ways of men.They spend the first many years of their lives looking ahead, to a bright, glittering future, unaware of the fetters that the mind slowly, but surely, places around their feet.The fetters grow in weight over time...unseen, but never unfelt.And, man, unmindful of the weights that bear him down, plods along wearily towards his dreams, one heavy step at a time, often Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-48453886403885824952009-10-13T02:37:00.003+05:302009-10-13T02:46:50.084+05:30A Squeeze In Time Keeps The Cancer Away!October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.And, it being a cause close to my heart, how could I not devote a post to it? Cancer, particularly that of the breast, hits a raw nerve. Maybe it is that I am reminded of my loved ones who have fought losing battles with the dreaded disease.Two years ago, I lost a favourite aunt.A lump in the breast ignored for too long, eventually permeated her lungs and Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-76736892459551063502009-10-12T03:34:00.001+05:302009-10-12T03:38:21.331+05:30The Message On The Auto !All my life, I have heard people talk about the wickedness of the world we live in today. This is Kaliyug...trust no onePray that God keeps you...Today's world has no conscience Parents vs children, siblings at war, friends betrayed for a song, greed, theft, anger, violence...all the signs of a world gone wrong. Not to mention the incidents of catastrophe, natural & man-made, that strike at Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-78496852310715958702009-10-05T01:33:00.003+05:302009-10-05T01:47:04.502+05:30An Affair Not To Remember?The times....they are a changing!Gone are the days, when men like Romeo and Devdas either died, or drank themselves to destruction to forget the pangs of a love lost.At the movies this afternoon, a friend and I watched with aching hearts as the hero's friend broke his pensive contemplation of his drink, to hold aloft a diamond ring before mournfully informing his friend that his girlfriend had Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-49343782259595569652009-09-19T00:39:00.002+05:302009-09-19T00:44:30.033+05:30On Shoes & ChangeChange, often, is like a new shoe.At first, the need.To buy or not to buy?To change, or not ?Then, the considerations.Is this a better shoe than the one I have?Is it a change for the better?At what price?How much, is too much?How much am I willing to stretch?And, then finally, come the moments of truth when we wear the new shoes to walk through new ways.Or, perhaps on old roads.Who really focusesGingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-40562264082716075112009-09-18T02:51:00.002+05:302009-09-18T02:57:27.580+05:30The Yogi In ChainsA reputed master of yoga and other such ancient Indian sciences sauntered into office this morning. Clad in a white kurta-pyjama, he meandered about lazily, examining the art and artifacts with detached interest.In the distance stood a few admirers, gazing upon the noble guru in awe and veneration." 85 and still going strong...Can you imagine..." whispered one, all too audibly." He is a true Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-18891335754964483312009-07-15T03:23:00.001+05:302009-07-15T03:28:07.367+05:30A Dream Gone Topsy TurvyCirca 1989The Mad Moggie, probably aged 19 or 20, day-dreams over an indescribably boring text-book.She dreams of being a graceful swan, surrounded by a bevy of admiring men, tripping over the other to fawning men, the object of envy of other young women.Pretty much like young Scarlett at the Wilkes plantation of Twelve Oaks. Now, if only dreams came true.2009 The Mad Moggie, aged 36, skips Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-63481432942006472542009-06-27T17:38:00.005+05:302009-06-27T22:55:07.984+05:30Dance To The LastYet another birthday looms large on the horizon, and, my inner circle is abuzz with questions.About celebration plans, wish lists and the special gifts that will come my way.About the countdown to the larger than life '40' milestone, which now hangs over my neck like the sword of Damocles.And, above all, if I intended to continue allowing the irrepressible child in my heart to manifest itself in Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-16586758472915491582009-06-09T00:43:00.011+05:302009-06-09T07:02:33.832+05:30When Life Came A Full Circle!" I thought about you a moment back", she said, her voice heavy with quiet happiness. And, after a moment's pause, she blurted almost shyly "I was thinking that the books you read are quite qualitative....And, I felt proud of you"My eyes suddenly blurred. And,my throat choked with emotion. This was the mother who had introduced me to the pleasures of reading, much before I could even walk a Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-61263253916048135382009-06-08T19:59:00.003+05:302009-06-08T20:57:36.393+05:30On CriticismTwo roads lie before a person criticised. One is the high road, where she can examine the critical words for merit before reacting. And, if she finds even an iota of truth in the harsh words, then, it is up to her to choose to change for the better. Or, try brush it under the carpet of one's ego. But, at least, she would have done the right thing of having looked within with brutal honesty, and Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-33760809518707721102009-06-05T02:35:00.002+05:302009-06-05T02:40:03.966+05:30Seriously, Why Archie?So, the latest to clamber on board the marriage bandwagon is the Andrews lad. If reports are to be believed, the famous carrot top is all set to wed the rich Lodge brat leaving Betty, the adorable girl next door, clutching at the pieces of her broken heart.In the eyes of the world, the Good Girl has lost out,and, the Bad Girl gets to take home the trophy.But, even as disbelieving fans the world Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-71075913802041851152009-06-02T02:22:00.002+05:302009-06-02T09:05:13.602+05:30The Ten Catmmandments!Catmmandment # 1 The World is a Cat's OysterCats own it all.People. Places. Possessions.In short, everything!.What humans think they own, is, only due to the kind graces of the cat/s they serve.Catmmandment # 2Cats, being the more intelligent species, are born to rule. As all cats know, there exists an inverse co-relation between altitude and brain power.The higher the grey cells from ground Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-35078980031204039072009-05-30T18:39:00.006+05:302009-05-30T23:31:49.788+05:30If 'Modern', Then What?
The all too interesting topic of 'modernness' cropped up in a conversation, last evening.
A friend, talking about her sibling's undesirable state of singledom, was trying to explain the dilemma her brother faced, when it came to the choice of a bride.
The lad, in question, possessed all the ingredients, that, went into the making of a modern day prince charming
He was educated.
Well-employed.Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-37790260019554705132009-05-29T23:35:00.003+05:302009-06-02T09:14:48.272+05:30Desperately Seeking Obama !!!'The Truth About Obama', screamed the title. But, that, was not what jolted me into wakefulness.It was the, 'You'll be her night driller', in fine print, that did the trick.!!!I rubbed my eyes in disbelief.And, checked once more.But, Obama stayed put, in the title field.Without, transforming into the more appropriate Bill Clinton.A fine way to start one's morning, you may say.But, not, when thereGingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-4206783058590947142009-05-25T10:42:00.002+05:302009-05-25T10:44:29.924+05:30Where Has The Passion Gone?Another hard day at work.Of emotionally wrestling, and, of, trying to coax initiative, out of people.Infusing positiveness into people, can, be exhausting.Especially, in the times, we now live in.It is, almost, as if, the recession has, churned to the surface, all, that is negative in people.Fears, insecurities, frowns, withdrawals...mark the visages around me.On strange faces on trains.On the Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-68633252740200183762009-05-25T03:15:00.006+05:302009-05-25T03:34:51.030+05:30The '3 Gen' MomentThe 'Three Generations' theme seems to be rather popular these days, especially, when it comes to photographic sittings.I have seen very many of such shots, in the recent past.In albums, photo frames, and, on networking sites.But, today, was the first time I witnessed a genuine '3 Gen' moment, in real life.I was at the local coffee shop, killing time, as I waited for my roast chicken sandwich to Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-45987301298608580842009-05-24T03:15:00.003+05:302009-05-24T03:19:09.158+05:30One Rainy NightIt was 6:30 p.m, on a Monday evening.And, miraculously, I was done for the day.I had a zillion things on my mind...Packing for my trip, the next morning.Last minute shopping.Dinner.A tete a tete with Amma, who, has newly discovered the joys of texting.Storage of stuff.A verbal night cap, with my best friend.So many things to do.So little time.But, as, I grabbed my bags, muttering hurried Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-52688754191850856562009-05-18T13:28:00.005+05:302009-05-18T15:15:35.477+05:30The Cross She Bears" Your mother has asked for a pair of gold earrings, and, necklace, for your brother's wedding. She says, the ladies in the neighbourhood have been urging her, to flex the mother-in-law muscle, and, demand jewellery from her daughters-in-law, so that, she will not look unadorned at her own son's wedding"" Hmm..."" She does have a point, you know. It reflects badly on the family, when, the mother Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-16154959469921732582009-05-18T01:02:00.002+05:302009-05-18T13:41:08.037+05:30Funny How Life Turns Out....My father, where ever he is now, must be laughing his guts out!!!At 17, he and I, had one of our fiercest fights ever.Over my choice of career.Achan's fondest dream was to see me an engineer.And, he wasn't picky.Any kind of an engineering degree - Mech, Computer Science, E &C, Architecture....Just, anything would have sufficed.But, sadly for him, his beloved first born had inherited none of Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-42898840846095525052009-04-25T02:34:00.005+05:302009-04-30T17:14:58.483+05:30There's No Fighting The Shoe Goddess
"Let's go shopping" purred, a dear friend of mine "I need new shoes. And, there are SO many sales about town!!"
Unholy glee, crackled through the lines, and, hit me with the force of a giant tidal wave.
I rolled my eyes, in despair, as I struggled to stay afloat.
Not the easiest of things, I assure you.
My hand phone, was wedged, precariously, between my burning ear, and, aching neck.
The Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-26498504741113475212009-04-23T21:00:00.003+05:302009-04-23T21:05:30.700+05:30How stupid would I look?How stupid would, I, look....If, I tripped, and, fell down on my butt, in full view of my juniors, at work?If, at a party, I was to prance about the dance floor, with a goofy grin, flapping my arms, like a giant albatross?If, at a presentation, I am asked a question, I cannot answer?Or, worse, if I am asked a question, so elementary, that, a cocky brat in school can answer it, but, I cannot ?If, Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-48949368927036337652009-04-15T01:16:00.013+05:302010-04-05T17:28:29.030+05:30We Turned One, Today!It's amazing, how, life, can come, a full circle.In, just, 12 short months.This day, last year, the Mad Moggies was born.Not by design.But, because, I had had a rough morning, all thanks, to, a recalcitrant domestic help, and, a blood-thirsty cat.I was home alone, and, needed a space to vent!None of my friends were online, to take the flak.Ging, was sulking.Somewhere.And, so,I thought, why not Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-24427318406553042372009-04-13T16:08:00.009+05:302009-04-23T21:04:25.441+05:30Festive MagicVishu is right round the corner, and, apart from, channeling all my energies, into, recreating a little bit of the Kerala magic and spirit, in my life, it is also time for one of my nostalgic trips.Having spent most of my childhood in the arid desserts of the Middle East, my first real experience of Vishu celebrations occurred, when I was, well into my adolescence.Not that age diminished my Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-39590140400437518382009-04-08T00:03:00.005+05:302009-04-09T19:52:55.561+05:30The WaitingShe was number 58, in the queue.And he, 59.As a metallic voice solemnly intoned 'Token Number Twelve', they glanced at each other, distractedly. And, settled down, for a long wait.The clock ticked on. The fans, above, whirred noisily.But, the oppressive heat, still, weighed heavily on them.Sweat beads glistened, on her nose. And, his brow.Shakira's Hips Don't Lie, suddenly, rends the air.A Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7573944103432781297.post-60951576003895289712009-04-05T02:31:00.006+05:302009-07-13T17:39:54.025+05:30On Letting Go
A wise man once said, if you love somebody, set them free.
If, the recipient of your affections is truly yours, he, or she, will come back to you.
One way or the other.
Sooner or the later.
And, if not, then, the object of your affection was never yours, to start out with.
Scary, as that is.
Painful, as that can be.
I still believe, freedom, forms the foundation of true love.
Because, it Gingerbread & Mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01603731440258584064noreply@blogger.com9