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When I was Sixteen…

When I was Sixteen
Sweet Sixteen

I am almost regretting my decision of picking up this title for my post. “When I was Sixteen”. It’s kind of making me look old, very old. Feeling like its been a very long time since I was sixteen. I am not old, not at all. I am just sixteen plus five years and few more just here and there. Not more than that.

So, now that I have clarified that the above title has nothing to do with my current age, I would like to go ahead on my post.

When I was Sixteen
Lamb In Love

The reason that I am going all nostalgic about being sixteen is a book. “Lamb in Love” by Carrie Brown. I picked up Lamb in Love after my read of Dan Brown’s Inferno.

Brown (Dan) – Brown (Carrie) sitting next to each other – in the Library. Funny 🙂 

If you, by any chance go by the list of books that I have read, you will notice that I have seldom read love stories. I don’t even remember the last time I have picked one. So, I was very enthusiastic about reading a love story after such a long time. But, man it was slow.

When I was Sixteen
When I was Sixteen

It was so slow. that I have never felt the urge to use my book as pillow to sleep before. It was a love story between Norris and Vida, both in their late years, around forty. They and their cute love of just waiting and looking at the other one through the corners. Shy and coy love, oh I am so over it now. So over, that I just couldn’t finish it. Just can’t.

That’s when I realized, that I am no longer that sixteen year old, who used to love this type of slow and romantic love stories. I have so much outgrown this lovey dovey stuff, it startled me a little. :O

When I was Sixteen
When I was Sixteen

How I used to think of a prince charming, riding on an ultra white horse?  I used to think of the, first sight love, butterflies in stomach and tinkling of bells. 

Saw your prince and fall in love at the same moment. I used to think of that slow pacing introductory love, which used to take months to say hello, to love of your life. How stupid I was to think of finding ones soul-mate in that first sight. That blush of cheeks and stammering of words when you saw them. Cupid struck!!!

 It was damn cute, but very funny, now to think of it. I see now some of these fifteen and sixteen years old, but I don’t see that innocence or say stupidity. I see love but no love birds. Maybe a few, but rare species now, almost extinct.

 I don’t miss that period of my life, it was silly and adorable at the same time. Now, I have my soul mate. Bells don’t ring in my ears but birds do sing and sometimes I blush too 🙂

When I was Sixteen
When I was Sixteen

On that note, maybe I’ll try reading another love story, pretty soon…..

Cat, which don’t want to be saved….

Good thing about living in an area with lots of trees nearby (other than the view) is that you got to see so many visitors (wanted/unwanted) from the wild. Yesterday, while I was downstairs checking my mail, I saw one cat, all covered in black puffy hairs. All black and beautiful. She had bright eyes, bright as fire. Kind of scary for me. Too scary, but beautiful in a way.

Cat, which don't want to be saved
Cat, which don’t want to be saved

You must have guessed what I would have done after seeing that beautiful cat…. No, I didn’t hold her and loved her… on the contrary I ran. I ran away and close my doors as fast as I can.

Yeah, I am frightened of cats. Actually, I got scared of everything that walks on 4 or more legs. 😦

I don’t hate them, it’s just that I would like to keep my distance. I love them, till no touching is involved.

So, I left her on my doorstep. But, she never left me. :O

At night, when my hubby arrived from gym, she was still there. Still waiting at our door. My hubby, he appears to be very rough and tough but when it comes to helping others he is all heart. Sometimes, I hate this habit of him, but to tell you frankly(don’t tell him) I love him for this. Muaahh.

So, he was not willing to close the door on her in this cold weather. He was afraid that she might die of cold or can become food of some wild animal. Thus, we started our rescue mission. First thing that we thought of, was to provide some food for her. So, I put some milk and bread for her to eat. But, she was behaving just like my kids. Won’t eat, no matter how much you pursue her. Stubborn.

Cat, which don't want to be saved
Cat, which don’t want to be saved

We guessed she must have eaten something and is full. So next thing that we do was to arrange a cushion and blanket for her to prevent from cold. But she refused that too. How stubborn and ungrateful.

We wanted to hand her over to the society office, so that they could put her up in some comfortable place. But, it was already very late in night and there was no one at office. Seeing no other option my hubby finally decided to knock on our neighbor door and ask them if the cat is theirs. (I once saw a black cat in their hands, a different one though).

Our helpful neighbor Mark, also came out to help her. He even offered to put her in his garage till morning, to save her from cold. So finally, we decided to put her in garage and in morning to hand her over to the office guys or to cat shelter.

Mark and my hubby both went down to garage and tried to put that stubborn cat in the garage. That stubborn cat. She did it again. Ran away. Mark also got some scratches on his arm in all this struggle. But, that black cat was long gone in darkness of night.

My hubby was worried that she may not survive the night, but I was sure no one can touch that stubborn cat, not even cold.

And I was right (as always). I saw her today again, on the door waiting to scare the hell out of me. I didn’t even went to go check my mail. 😦

Cat, which don't want to be saved
Cat, which don’t want to be saved

Well, the cat was saved, though. My neighbor told me that he had taken the cat to the society office and they have placed her in a shelter. I was relieved, less for the cat but more for myself. Now, there is no four legged animal, waiting at my doorstep. Peace.

Sickness Cravings

Sickness Cravings
I am Sick

Yes, this is to tell the world that I am sick today. So, please sympathize with me and send me loads of get well soon wishes. (Money is also accepted)

My running nose and feverish body is telling me to relax and go to sleep. But, even sleep is eluding my eyes. So, what better way to pass the time then to write about something you are craving for.

Sickness Cravings
Sickness Cravings

What do you crave for when you are sick?

Some crave for hot cup of coffee, some a warm hug, some a nice cozy touch and some for peace and quiet. I crave for all the above and more. Too demanding 🙂

 When I was little (little as in a kid), I used to eagerly wait for this time. Time when I would get a small fever or catch a cold. Reason was my Mom. She used to just left every house work to take care of me and pamper me. Ohhh… I so much crave for that pampering.

Sickness Cravings
Sickness Cravings

She would have gotten me a full glass of hot milk and would have rubbed vicks vaporub all over me. Yeah, seriously all over me. Sometimes she’ll put that in my hairs too and I used to scream at her the very next day when getting ready for school. J

She used to push down all the medicines through my throat. She knew the moment she will look the other way, I will throw them in the sink. 🙂 I was a very unmanageable kid. Hmmnn…. my kids have turned out much better then me as a kid. Thank God and thanks hubby for your genes 🙂

Sickness Cravings
Sickness Cravings

 Now that I don’t have my mom to pamper me, I feel that getting sick is no more fun. Its bad, really bad. As not only everything hurts, also I have to take care of my three kids, still taking care that they do not catch it.

Sickness Cravings
Sickness Cravings

Craving never ends. So, now I am craving for my hubby to get home and take care of me. Or at least take care of kids, so I can make a hot cup of ginger tea and go to bed with a book on my side, peacefully.

Sickness Cravings
Sickness Cravings

Come soon and come fast, dear.

Dante’s Inferno or my Hell-licious

Hell-licious

Dante's Inferno
Dante’s Inferno

Dante’s Hell or Dante‘s Inferno. Hell glorified or shall I say Hell demystified. Reason why I came to know of it, is obviously my new read – Dan Brown‘s Inferno.

Inferno means Hell in Italian. Dante’s poem Divine Comedypopularly knows as Dante’s Inferno, showcases the journey of Dante along with poet Virgil, through the Hell.

Dante's Inferno
Dante’s Inferno

Its one of the classic and masterpieces of poetry in terms of its elaborate and horrendous depiction of the underworld. Journey is depicted through nine layers of hell, where each circle denotes a dissimilar nature of punishment for every sin. The greedy have to push heavy weighed bags of money with their chest and the adulterous blown away with heavy storms.

Dante's Inferno
Dante’s Inferno

Concept of hell is in itself quite mesmerizing and to think of it structured through various layers, each guarded by fallen angels and mystic figures like Cerberus the “great worm“, is quite stirring.

Dante's Inferno
Dante’s Inferno

Most contradicting thing that I have noticed is, Satan shown as a mere prey of his own hell, receiving punishment for his deeds (Personal treachery against God). He is a beast in captivity, having no control of surroundings. This is bizarre as mostly Satan is shown the creator and regulator of Hell, controlling every life/death around it.

Dante's Inferno
Dante’s Inferno

I must say that the words in poem puts a very horrifying picture of hell and the punishment for sins. But, I have no recent plans to enjoy that experience, so why talk about it.

Coming out of it, I remembered how we were told in our childhood that the Hell is just down below the earth. So if you dug up the earth and go at the opposite end, you will land in the Hell. To my amazement, I have heard so many times that, since America is directly below where we are (India), so technically America is hell. Interesting J

Dante's Inferno
Dante’s Inferno

It was also called “Pataal Lok” in Hindi, meaning the land of ghosts or dead souls.

I am not a child anymore ( maybe from the heart, still ) and now when I am writing this, I am laughing in my mind. What the Hell we used to think?

Now, I am sitting in this Pataal Lok – America, and smiling.

If this is hell, I would say it’s hell-licious. I would definitely not mind much, if after death I would be awarded hell for all the sins that I have done (Confession – I have not done any single one of them, and I will go to heaven for sure. But, just in case J )

It’s a long wait till then…. will sure update you, from heaven or from The Inferno.