Better man!

This song has been playing in my head for quite some time now… Was curious to know what made me fall in love with it the first time I heard Robbie Williams render it! After all these years… The magic still remains…

Better Man – Robbie Williams

Send someone to love me
I need to rest in arms
Keep me safe from harm
In pouring rain

Give me endless summer
Lord I fear the cold
Feel I’m getting old
Before my time

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I’m doing all I can
To be a better man

Go easy on my conscience
‘Cause it’s not my fault
I know I’ve been taught
To take the blame

Rest assured my angels
Will catch my tears
Walk me out of here
I’m in pain

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I’m doing all I can
To be a better man

Once you’ve found that lover
You’re homeward bound
Love is all around
Love is all around

I know some have fallen
On stony ground
But Love is all around

Send someone to love me
I need to rest in arms
Keep me safe from harm
In pouring rain

Give me endless summer
Lord I fear the cold
Feel I’m getting old
Before my time

As my soul heals the shame
I will grow through this pain
Lord I’m doin’ all I can
To be a better man

–Toodles, Me

Hattrick + 1

Watched Messi make it messy for Arsenal in the second lef of the Champion’s League QF loved every one of the 4 goals he scored.
Loved Nixon’s optimism… Till the 85th minute he was sure that Arsenal will equalize (& win with more away goals)…. 87th minute he came down to at least go down 3-2 not 3-1… And when Messi drove the last nail into the coffin of Arsenal’s CL dreams, he sorely admitted that Messi was messimerizing
Looking forward to tonight’s game. Will Man U manage to keep the English in the CL? Coming in training at 1-2 and with an injured striker things don’t look too hunky dory for the red devils…. Will still be cheering them on though!

Toodles,
Me

2 feet of social responsibility

Met this charming, gentle giant today, while subjecting my digestive system to another dose of poison in the form of chai… And after several minutes of entertaining us with his stratergies on turning our energies to rabbit breeding and his sales n marketing pitches of the same (including bugs bunny and playboy bunnies ), He revealed his self imposed social responsibility goal… His 2 ft of fiefdom… Which turned out to be the top cover of the housing for the hose used in case of a fire.
During each break (which he claims are few and far between), he collects all the disposable coffee/chai cups left by some callous employees on his 2ft of metallic real estate and disposes it the right way

2ft of social responsibility! What if each of us made ourselves responsible for 2ft…. Instead of depending on 5 to handle 10000ft?

–Toodles, Me

A date to remember.

Palindrome date
01 02 2010

–Toodles, Me

2010

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

What’s in a name… in this case.. a story..

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

 

 

Millions… And counting…

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

Burnt toast!!!

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

Diwali night…

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.

Diwali night …

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