Quite a fruity fight

Today morning Baby George and I had our first fight - over a guava!!!! ....

classic case of greed if you ask me(by Baby George) .... Now this what happened.... Baby George's mom was washing his guava and I was peacefully eating mine.... when all of a sudden an innocent looking Baby George walks upto me and being playful by nature I gave him my guava to hold till he got his.... needless to say Baby George refused to give back my guava and yanked it away from my hand like a person possessed..... and this continued till his mom gave him his guava.... his only restriction was that his hands were too tiny to hold both guavas.... so finally like a lost kitten he looked at the guava coming back to me, reconciled himself to holding one guava and grunted away to gastronomic delight.....

In other news it was Christy's b'day y'day.... I called him and sang the b'day song....and ofcourse added "you were born in the zoo"..... heheh... and when I asked him whether he was born in the zoo - he said Yes!... when asked what he wants he promptly said a "Racing Car!" .... and when I said "Oh I was going to get you a remote control plane"... he promptly said " A plane"....

Fickle minded nephews I tell you......

Baby George grunts

Baby George recently got a toy - a pink piglet who walks, shakes its twisted tail and grunts (oink!)...... ofcourse I presented it to both the brothers.... Christy promptly bought out his heaviest car and put it on top of the piglet to see if the weight could be carried ..... Baby George in the meantime was watching from a distance.... until I turned the piglet towards him....... the piglet walked, shook its tail and grunted its way to Baby George.... only that Baby George immediately ducked behind his aunt in fear of the walking and grunting piglet!!!

Well.... seems like Baby George picked up a few points from the piglet... on one of my outings my sister and I ordered icecream..... only to hear very very loud grunts..... we looked around for a pink piglet... only to find that the grunts came from Baby George.... he was grunting for the icecream and refused to keep quiet till we gave him some......

Well some toys teach the wrong things I suppose......

A Sail, Life boat and philosphy

Today I decided to change the landscape of my desk a bit..... Now hanging from my really tiny desk is a picture of a sail boat with the caption "It is not fate that decides where life is going, its all about how you take life and where you take it".... this was donated generously by a friend who believed that I should have a picture of a sail boat on my desk to symbolise that I was going places.... The irony is that for a long time I have not gone to any place other than within my office.....



My desk also underwent a minor change when a junior of mine in the wee hours of the morning drew three elephants on my desk - a papa elephant, a mama elephant and a baby elephant.... it is really adorable if you ask me..... and the papa elephant looks a little drunk and has quite a tilt in his gait......



I am not too much into decorating my desk with paraphernalia from my life... no you wont find baby pictures, my family pictures or even my pictures on my desk.... at the same time i see people whose desks are sooooo well decorated .... pictures of their trip from turkey, a glass given by a "friend", inexplicable flowers that land on their desk etc etc..... sometimes in the middle of the night when there is no one around I go and stare at these pleasant things just to get my mind off the thing that I am supposed to be doing.....

Each time I wish I could be a little more like them ... to have a colourful, fun filled desk.... where things are so lively..... the last time I had something anything lively on my desk was a talking cactus who would shake when you clapped and sing "I am a Cactus, I am a Cactus".... it was really cute and I nicknamed him Carlos.... all went fine until Carlos met Christy.... Poor poor Carlos...he just didnt stand a chance with Christy...... I still weep for him..... I still have not found a replacement for Carlos... If I were ever to decorate a kids room, the room would have clouds..... and a lot of fairies, a lot of colour, a lot of cartoon figures (actually in my own room I would like to have a wall full of Calvin and Hobbes)..... and perhaps a small slide..... where the kids can play when they are all alone..... hehehehe....

If I were not a shark....

In the morning today I had an innocent enough conversation with a friend which brought back some happy memories of my childhood....

now all those who know will also know that I once harboured ambitions of joining politics... just like my dad.... and to this day I believe I will be really good at it.... maybe not the dirtly stab your back politics... but generally talking to people, connecting with the old and young, rich and poor etc.... and I genuinely believe I can predict the mood of the general people..... well ofcourse none of this has been tested and so all that I think about myself may actually come crashing down...

anyways back to the conversation.... I talked about how I will travel across India, wave to people, give inspiring speeches (ofcourse in Shudh Hindi), the locals would feed me ..... Ahh.....

Ofcourse that was until I heard my friend saying "hello...Come back to earth".....

But why should I come back to earth???? I want to dream.....

And they say they abolished slavey in the last century

I am totally convinced that my profession, while being glamorous is actually nothing more than a variant of slavery....... As a lawyer you are constantly called in to transactions which will just craash into smithereens if the lawyer doesnt dance like a plucked chicken who has been put into hot water.... and no matter how much of effort you have put in you will still be called in for an execution - that of yourself....

Sometimes I feel it is all a lost cause..... and as my favourite from "Hotel California" said "We are all prisoners here of our own device".....

October 2 came and went..... and I didnt even feel like it was my b'day... I was sitting in a large five star hotel trying desperately to connect to the net so that I could send out my documents and return back to the main purpose of my visit to the five star (a conference)... .. it was absolutely the most pointless b'day I had had....

anyways all was not bad.... I decided that I would treat myself to a south indian b'fast and ate 3 dosas!!!! with the proper accompaniment of sambhar and 3 different types of chutney .... It was lip smacking good! After my third dosa the waiter came and cheekily asked me whether I would like one more and I said "I wish!".... but after that it was back to work and I returned home and crashed out....

Anyways the other goods news is that after my incessant shouts of "attention", Baby George finally said "Atc..sion"... he repeated this three times!!!! I am so proud of my nephew....