Jogging Backward on the Treadmill

I had to google this up Vach...coz I was pretty amused when I heard of it yesterday ..

I was hoping to be met with "this is aerodynamically not possible" or something...

So for all those who want strong ankles and a toned "posterior" ...here goes..

http://walking.about.com/od/treadmillworkouts/a/treadmillback.htm

PS:Sash..toned "posterior" ???

Surrogate Mothers: Womb for Rent

I know this is stale stuff,but still an interesting read.I was quite baffled by the figures quoted.I still dont know my stand on this..I guess its a win-win situation for all concerned.

http://www.marieclaire.com/world-reports/news/international/surrogate-mothers-india

To Cochin with DA...

Will I,Will I not..

Watch this space..

We made it..:-)

Mood:Pensive

Ma favourite cartoons....

..I dint wanna post this on some picture album site and fool people...

..I dint want to be the only one laughing my head of...



Which ET movie do you wanna audition for????



When I say "pose for a picture",PLEASE listen to me..



I swear Poo fell asleep after I told her that I was getting this one..!!








DA always miraculously finds props to pose with ...!!!

Where are they all going???

Theres something fresh and exciting about change...Well,as long as you are a part of it...

Everybody around me seem to be spiralling through life,or atleast let life take over them...

I am extremely envious of those who know where they are going...and honestly the rest too,atleast they are going somewhere..

I am just watching the fun/circus/hirakari...and for so long...that its freaking me out right now.

Its so still and calm around my space...its just not funny anymore.

Loath to say ‘resolutions’, but I had a list of gazzilion things-to-do going on too...

grand dreams of studying in some fancy university..

that jet setting job..

travelling the world over..

owning all the most fashionable(read expensive) clothes..

money..money..more money..

Feeling the urge to be married...(sulking)...

and the babies..(howl)..

Now,I guess its time to get a plan in place.

MOOD:Completely lost.

The Stronger

This is a monologue from a play by August Strindberg.

I loved the peice,its interesting how the author has interwoven a myriad of emotions, he has a way with words...its almost poetic.

Do read it at your leisure.

Our acquaintance has been so queer. When I saw you for the first time I was afraid of you, so afraid that I didn't dare let you out of my sight; no matter when or where, I always found myself near you--I didn't dare have you for an enemy so I became your friend.

But there was always discord when you came to our house, Because I saw that my husband couldn't endure you, and the whole thing seemed as awry to me as an ill-fitting gown--and I did all I could to make him friendly toward you, but with no success until you became engaged.

Then came a violent friendship between you, so that it looked all at once as though you both dared show your real feelings only when you were secure--and then--how was it later?

I didn't get jealous--strange to say! And I remember at the christening, when you acted as godmother, I made him kiss you--he did so, and you became so confused--as it were; I didn't notice it then--didn't think about it later, either--have never thought about it until--now!

Why are you silent? You haven't said a word this whole time, but you have let me go on talking! You have sat there, and your eyes have reeled out at me all these thoughts which lay like raw silk in its cocoon--thoughts--suspicious thoughts, perhaps. Why did you break your engagement? Why do you never come to our house any more? Why won't you come to see us tonight?

You needn't speak--I understand it all! It was because--and because--yes! Yes, now all the accounts balance. That's it. That's the reason I had to embroider tulips--which I hate--on his slippers, because you are fond of tulips; that's why we go to Lake Mälarn in the summer, because you don't like salt water; that's why my boy is named Eskil--because it's your father's name; that's way I wear your clothes, read your authors, eat your favorite dishes, drink your drinks--that's why--oh--my God--it's terrible.

Everything. Everything came from you to me. Your soul crept into mine, like a worm into an apple, ate and ate, bored and bored, until nothing was left but the rind and a little black dust within. I wanted to get away from you, but I couldn't; you lay like a snake and charmed me with your black eyes; I felt that when I lifted my wings they only dragged me down; I lay in the water with bound feet, and the stronger I strove to keep up the deeper I worked myself down--until I sank to the bottom, where you lay like a giant crab to clutch me in your claws--and there I am lying now.

We got Da'ed

The deadline-afflicted one

I cant think of a vacation where DA has made it without getting entangled in some sort of mess.Deadlines seem to chase her everytime she has to take off.

Some sort of panic button seems to trigger in her "manager/client/people we dont know of" everytime she needs to get interstate.

Then we have these two wise women(some kinda oxymoron...) who thought they would save themselves the trouble of walking down to the stipulated platform by jumping into the first moving train they see.Kacheguda Express.Even if I were running for my life,this would still seem like an odd name to me.Before the two wise women throw daggers at me,in their defense,apparently the inhabitants of this train thought they could do with more female company and pulled them in..ala bollywood style..so lets add to the drama..how about crying out aloud??..lol

We were the cool ckicks from IT.We dint have any geograpghy to fall back on.It dint strike us fast enough that the two trains would probably head in opposite directions.

The two horror-stricken/dumb struck women on the right platform went through periodic bouts of giggles and deep thinking.Being panic-stricken would have helped their cause a little more but it somehow seemed too messed up to be true.They dug into kurkure when they could get their hands of their phones.

Defintely the two wise women would find their way out and salvage us this "once in a blue moon" trip.Life would be back on track.

So we board the train,Trivandrum Express.

The kind-looking TT turned into a monster when he realised the woman who booked the tickets dint grace his 2-tier AC coach.We smoothly morphed into women who knew their trains and its rules.Did not work.We switched to pleading and begging in high-pitched shrill tones.We dint have time for a last ditch switch to vernacular gibberish as suggested by our smart ass friend.He dumped us out before we knew what struck us.KR Puram.

We gotta first hand experience of what the Metro could be by hitching a train ride on the most-filthy looking compartment there ever was from KR puram to Cantonment.

We tried forcing the smart ass to make it to the trip.But when she makes up her mind,you dont argue.Just chuck it.

We got ourself a bus to Cochin with some help from the kind samaritan.Thank god for small mercies.It was a happy reunion.Got there in one peice.Had a lovely holiday and a sinful food feast.But for the elusive train ride...:-)