Palindrome date
01 02 2010

–Toodles, Me

No resolutions this year. No promises that will soon be forgotten. Just the hope that I fill more life into each passin moment. That I don’t let ye sun go down on my anger. That I return kindness no matter what hand I am dealt.
Have a blessed 2010!

–Toodles, Me

As winter set in this year.. Tricksy had a little of 7. 5 of the pups were large and healthy… one slightly smaller than the others and the last one… extremely small.

Mom was often worried that the bigger ones wouldn’t give the little one a chance to survive.. She’d wake me up at odd hours.. call me all through the day just to make sure I talked to Tricksy while the little one fed… Strike one…

This errant pup would follow his mom outside the cozy haven we supplied them with… early one morning.. mom woke me up saying she could hear the pup, but he was not around… following his weak whine, I found him searching for his then agitated mom under the dressing table… Strike two…

A few evenings later… my distraught mom called me. The pup was no where to be seen and neither was he whining… Mom oragnized a search party consisting of herself and my cousins, but the puppy was not found. It was cold, dark and raining…

I reached home at 1am and searched all over … but not a sound was heard… and not a glimpse of the little one… I coaxed Tricksy into counting her pups and on finding one less she ran about in a frenzy trying to sniff him out, but she didn’t find him either. Mom’s fear overcame her faith… with so many odds against him, I didn’t hold it against Mom for thinking that way.

The next morning I searched again… mom called to check if I found him. I didn’t. Need less to say, we didn’t fancy his chances… Almost 20 hrs after he went missing… a call from my Mom announced that my cousin had found the pup in my neighbors’ garden. Home run!

Considering we have a gate that the puppy can’t climb over … and a wall that even I can’t climb over between our houses, none of us have any clue about how the puppy reached there. But he’s home now. I just held him… there isn’t a scratch on his body… he’s as gusty, as noisy and yeah.. as hungry as before this ordeal.

He’s small enough to fit in my hands when I cup them… but he stayed out hungry and confused all through that rainy night… he’s a little pup with the heart of a lion… I already have a name for him… a friend who followed his story very closely and added his prayers to mine that night suggested this…

“I’m Heart, Braveheart, but you can call me Bravo! “

 

 

Braveheart... aka Bravo

 

 

Apples, oranges n grapes hanging in mesh sacks at the entrance of a fruit shop.
My 4 beautiful cousins hugging me before rushing away to play with Ice cube.
Tricksy’s 7 pups lying in a row trying to keep themselves warm.
Waking up to SMSs that came from real ppl not bots.
A slight drizzle, a cloudy sky n the smell of damp earth.
My parents chatting away n planning a little celebration as we r putting up the main door of our little house.
Nixon’s daring tee.
A big eyed 3 yr old Muslim girl, dressed in royal blue, poking her head out of an overfilled auto to smile at a child in the auto beside her….

When you decide to count your blessings…. Little things can bring a lot of joy

–Toodles, Me

Received one of those “heart” forwards after a long time…
Food for thought…
When I was a little girl, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage, and extremely burned toast in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his toast, smile at my mom, and ask me how my day was at school. I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that toast and eat every bite! When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my mom apologize to my dad for burning the toast. And I’ll never forget what he said. ‘Baby, I love burned toast.’
Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night, and I asked him if he really liked his toast burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said, ‘Debbie, your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides-a little burnt toast never hurt anyone! You know, life is full of imperfect things…and imperfect people. I’m not the best housekeeper or cook.’
What I’ve learned over the years is that learning to accept each other’s faults – and choosing to celebrate each other’s differences – is the one of the most important keys to creating a healthy, growing, and lasting relationship. Burnt toast should never be a deal breaker. We could extend this to any relationship in fact – as understanding is the base of any relationship, be it a husband-wife or parent-child or friendship!!”

Don’t put the key to your happiness in someone else’s pocket – but into your own.

People will always forget what you do, and they will always forget what you say, but they will never, ever forget the way you make them feel….

–Toodles, Me

After several unsuccessful attempts at capturing the splendid fireworks display that my neighbours put up for us, I turned off my cam. Sat alone on my terrace and took in the sickly sweet smell of sulphur and the vision of a 1000 hues.
Sometimes we get so caught up in capturing the moment (to the point of consulting manuals ) that we forget to enjoy it.
Wanted to do something different this year. In a way not watching over my cousins while they fire crackers is a novel way of spending Diwali.
There r shrieks of laughter. Lights n noise all around, yet somehow I get a discomforting feeling of detachment. N yet I find solace in this lonliness.
Have a happy Diwali ppl. Play safe. Show consideration. Wish a few strangers. Take in the moment.
Enough of advice… Especially considering Its unpaid for and unread till long after this night has passed.

After several unsuccessful attempts at capturing the splendid fireworks display that my neighbours put up for us, I turned off my cam. Sat alone on my terrace and took in the sickly sweet smell of sulphur and the vision of a 1000 hues.
Sometimes we get so caught up in capturing the moment (to the point of consulting manuals ) that we forget to enjoy it.
Wanted to do something different this year. In a way not watching over my cousins while they fire crackers is a novel way of spending Diwali.
There r shrieks of laughter. Lights n noise all around, yet somehow I get a discomforting feeling of detachment. N yet I find solace in this lonliness.
Have a happy Diwali ppl. Play safe. Show consideration. Wish a few strangers. Take in the moment.
Enough of advice… Especially considering Its unpaid for and unread till long after this night has passed.

–Toodles, Me

Watched the movie again tonight. I liked it the first time. Liked it this time as well. An the timing couldn’t be better.
I’ve reached the point where I’m losing my faith. Don’t know what will get me back there! I sure wish there is hope for me.
Till next time.

Toodles – me

– Posted from my iPhone

… Like the first blog from my phone. N the memorable part is that it gets published to my Blogger, wordpress and Opera account simultaneously.
Wouldn’t blog about it if it was just a walk in the park, now, would I?
Well all I can add right now is that I use an application called BlogPress. And an Opera blog can be added if u read the “API” link located at the bottom of the my.Opera page
Pssstt… The long and short of it… More posts. It’s time to up the ante

Toodles,
Me

took a look at myself in the mirror today…

Didn’t see  the girl of the past anymore…

The twinkle remained.. and so did the smile …

but new lines have etched their marks in once flawless young skin.

Time has a way of making it’s passing felt…

with lines of songs that evoke memories with forgotten dates…

in innovation, in decay, in heralding the new…

in watching the old rot and fade away…

Soon we’ll be a forgotten race…

a generation that once had the power to make a difference…

Did we?

Did I?

Have we left our footsteps in the sands of time…

or did we forget to even walk…

Did we tread through life with fear?

or did we take bold strides in unchartered territories?

Did we dare to conquer… or did we slide through time groping to find answers to questions we feared to speak of aloud?

How did you live your life? How are you living your life?

Before we know it, we would’ve lived through our one chance…

Did  u do anything to make yourself Alive today?