Comment Moderation

Handy tool. To keep some conversation out of the loop of being posted on the net.

Was thinking...or rather , talking to myself (yes, again!!) why don't we have something like this in life too.... Comment/Situation/Happening/Occurence/Snafus/Goof-ups/Break-ups/Fisticuffs/And There Goes My Foot Again (in my mouth) et all Moderation???

Some of them, I could definitely, oh yes, DEFINITELY DEFINITELY posted on my Lifesite/Lifespot especially the fisticuffs and the Snafus. Definitely. Hilariously so.

And There Goes..... incidents...errr accidents actually, would have been previewed and then mostly deleted and some published. Would have had such a PURRRRRRFECT Picture of myself. Not this image of a mentally derelict, pulchritude spewing, pun shedding , madcap that I portray.

Who the dickens bothers about that. Obviously, oh obviously, the objects of my expletive missiles and barbs would definitely have been posted into history happier and in love with me (yuk!!). And many of my collegemates would definitely be resting in their airconditioned, kurloned, styrofoamed cupped office cum restoftheirlife existence( grave existence) very smug about how nice they were and how floored I was with their magnetism and charisma !!!

And I would be singing BA BA BLACK SHEEP...In their dreams!!!

And I could do a painful moment moderation and a breakup moment moderation...HEY Did I have a breakup moment? Yessir, when I decided to say goodbye....to chocolates (with no success). Was there a boyfriend...crush etc etc...yes, but always so one sided that the guy had nooooo inkling. Idiot me... Would have had a great time chaffing coffees and idlis (you guessed it right, could not afford anything more than that ...not me, but the guy). I sure scared the daylights out of all my classmates, with my hockey weilding, WWF loving attitude. My loss, their gain. And No Regret Moderation needed here.

Thoughts

Some thoughts are like a favourite shawl....I just wrap them around me....and feel content...warm....protected.....loved.
I do not mind the winter then.

Flowers around Me :)

I Love

My friends.

THANK YOU.. THANKYOU... THANKU.

For being there

For being idiotic

For being mad

For being rude

For being...

And for the numerous put me downs

And thwaks given by all of you over time.

And I am glad.

I hate you

I love you

But not the least

I cannot live without you.

My poison

And my nectar

Stay around

All of you

I wish for forever.

Vaccination Alert

Before you girls decide to promote Boyfriend to HUSBAND, please innoculate him against the HUSBANDATTITUDE contagious VIRUS.

In Continuation...What is love

I have just surmised

A FERRIS WHEEL ...

Kabhi up, kabhi down

You keep hanging like a clown

Clinging to the bar

Bar bar lagatar

Getting dizzy to the core

Still wanting some more

Top of the world

Then Down in the dumps

I feel it is somewhat

Like Measles or Mumps

You laugh and you cry

On a roller coaster ride

You scream and you shriek

And maango pyar ki bheekh

Kya hai yeh pyaar

Khatta meetha sa aachaar

When you get off the wheel

You feel like a heel

Your head runs away

And your feet are asway.

Arey kya hai yeh pyaar...

Chal pooch ke aayein yaar!!

Sugar and Spice

Some people are sugar

Some people are salt

Some people are spice

But please, oh please

Can I have them

One at a time

'tis especially good for my diet.

Me the Chicken

When someone throws some chaff at me, I, like the hen, go pecking around looking for some grain in it...Birdbrained twit I am.

A Basket Case

That I am ...much more than a tin case
A leather case or a wooden case

Just a Basket case
With a lot of wild rushes
Entwined and entrailed
Twisted and Turned
Plaited and Twirled
Till I reach a shape
Lots of strings
Lots of knots
Lots and lots of clots

No smooth finishes,
No polished surfaces
No grainy feel
No sense at all
So yes, I am
A Basket Case
An odd shape
Kept in place
By the knots that go around

Who keeps Nicknacks
And Memories
Who keeps Laces
And Smiles
Who keeps Buttons
And Friends
Who keeps Needles
And Feelings

Just a basket
Made of a bit of reed
A bit of creed
A little malleable
A little hard
A penchant to fall
Yet stay in place
And sometimes to fray
And get repaired again

Yeh Hindi Transcript

The Hindi typeface of this blogger..Has set some rules

Don't blog while you talk, Don't blog in a rush

Don't blog when uninterested

Concentrate

Why does it sound like my Mom

Don't talk while you eat, Don't eat in a rush

Don't eat when uninterested

Concentrate

Doesn't it sound like my Mom?

Whenever I talked when I ate,

I chewed my gum or bit my lip

And the moment I get my hands

rushing on the keyboard,

and typing using the Hindi transcript,

All that comes out if it

Surely looks like Chewed up Gum

Sticky, gooey and Messy :(

Concentrate :)

I quite liked the minimalistic look

so like a change of garb, and season...
getting ready for the summer.

Nitpicking.....

Ok...I get a kick out of picking

on things, people and ......issues....

Nitpicking that is called

or splitting hair.

Well, at this rate,

I will no longer have any hair to pick...

and MENTAL BALDNESS

is definitely not something

I look forward to.

God....Save me from myself.

(Actually, after typing in that...I clicked on the SAVE NOW button, and burst out laughing )
YOOO HOOOOO.

मैं ....

कभी-कभी लगता है कि मैं चातक हूँ

बारिश की एक-एक बूँद का इंतज़ार करती हूँ

मुंह उठाए , टकटकी लगा कर

बादलों को देखती रहती हूँ

कि अब तो बरसें

और बारिश की एक बूँद के पड़ते ही

झूम जाती हूँ ।

कभी लगता है कि मैं सारस हूँ

एक टांग पर पानी में खड़े रह कर

तपस्या सी कर रही हूँ

शायद इश्वर की एक झलक तो मिले

और यह इंतज़ार ख़त्म हो ।

कभी लगता है कि मैं रात हूँ,

रोज़ चाँद के आने का इंतज़ार करती हूँ

और जब चाँद आता है ,

तो उसकी चांदनी में भीग जाती हूँ

और सुबह होते ही ,

ओस की एक बूँद बन
कभी फूलों, कभी पत्तों पर

कभी कलियों , कभी घास पर

बिखर जाती हूँ ।

(हैवानियत के बहुत आसार नज़र आते हैं , इंसानियत के कम)
बहुत कम लगता है कि मैं इंसान भी हूँ

जो दूसरो का दर्द देख कर रुक जाती हूँ

और मदद करने के लिए हाथ बढाती हूँ

बहुत कम ॥