me, myself and my first blog

Goodness gracious. I am like 3 posts old and I havent talked about this cool obsession of mine. Just so you know in real life I would normally introduce myself like this "Hi, I love frappe, my name is ...." No kidding! Its pretty ironic that I chose now to talke about frappe(and froth). But I guess I shall have to continue albeit with a rather heavy heart.

Dont really know what came over me(moi , muaah ) last Saturday. Guess you could call it a cosmic issue or whatever. I walked down to this fav coffee pub waiting for a friend to turn up and then start off the most fruitful business of whiling away time. Needless to say I ordered for the regular and sat dow flipping pages of some magazine. When the guy served me, I said something and I guess I didnt realise what I said, the moment I said it I knew there would be drastically servere and absurd consequences. I felt like kicking myself. I asked "How many calories are there in a serving of frappe?". The guy gave me a you-really-dont-wanna-know look and although he knew it would hurt his cause he tried to be ambiguously accurate and brutally honest."I dont know exactly mam, but its quite a lot."

Ok big deal huh? As if you didnt already know about the calorie thing all this while is what you say. Well I have being trying to convince myself its after all coffee that tastes good and makes you feel good. But only recently did we realise that feel-good factor doesnt last for more than five years and after that you might want to have something more to show ....

Why do the calories in a simple harmless frappe worry me. Two reasons :
1) I watch my weight. Yes I watch it the mirror.. I watch it comfortably settle down wherever it wants. Best part is it doesnt complain much, feels at home anywhere and doesnt like to leave in a hurry.
2) I watch what I eat(n drink for that matter). Might enlighten you to know that I do not eat(n drink) in the dark. I watch for an average of five min before I dig in and gorge.

I wonder if I would be asking for too much from the Almighty to kinda review the design of his flag-ship product the "homo-sapien" and add some kind of a metre to keep track of certain tangible properties (Guess it would be very helpful for intangibles tooo) like weight, calories consumed (at the end of a meal), calories burnt(at the end of every exercise), miles clocked, frappes consumed ..... That would only reduce us to glorified treadmills maybe. If that were present my frappe reading would leave the miles reading with a huge Inferiority complex.

Back to the coffee pub, I sipped the frappe really really slowly making up my mind that I shall not be lured into the frappy mindset anymore. Yes guys better believe it I shall only introduce myself as "Hi, I am ....". Maybe I shall formally start something on the lines of AA and call it Frappe Anonymous ....

Certainly helps one to remember that what tastes great need not always be good for you. Just occurred to me that Frappe rhymes with Trap. So I called off my affair with a cool cofffee drink before things got really out of hand. So as you would expect I am going through this withdrawl phase and it will take me a while to get out of. Wish me luck!

As I walked out of the coffee pub, I looked at the colourful board and whispered with moist eyes "Till Frappe did us part"

Last Sunday, the maid who works in my house came upto me and asked me if I could help her out. She is not your regular foul-mouthed, lazy kaam chor kinda maid, basically minds her own business and doesnt indulge any kinda small talk or neighbours' gossip. So I asked her what is it that she wanted. "Could you help my daughter fill up an application form?". "Sure", I said.

She came along with her daughter that evening. The girl was round about 15-16 and wanted to get a seat in some college nearby. She also got a xerox of SSC marksheet that quite looked like this in content.

First language :67 (Telugu)  Second language :40 Third language :42 Math :82 Science :78 Social Studies :60 odd i am not sure about this though

Ok agreed this doesnt look like a toppers scoresheet,but guess you would give her a lot of credit considering the fact that she belongs to a strata in society where fathers/husbands whether employed or otherwise know only to booze and beat. She must be lending a helping hand in all household chores in her house as well as others. Except for her mother she may not have a major source of encouragement. No tuitions. Under the scheme of things, the only thing to work in her favour would prolly be that she belongs to a caste which would allow her to secure admission under the reservation.

I used to subscribe to the notion "Reservation be damned, merit should be the only criteria". So many deserving people were being deprived of opportunities was what I thought. All Indians are equal irrespective of caste creed race or sex was what I argued. But how much of equality is actually there ? Do they have the same exposure as the middle-class? Are so many facilities available to them? Do they have as many choices?

Its not like I am taking up her case. There must be so many like her who want to make their life better, who want to fight all odds and how many of them actually make it? In all probability she would study till she failed in some year and then they would marry her off and she would be doing whatever her mother does ...*sigh* I really hope the lord up above has a different story for her and the likes.

Life is a bitch said a co-blogger.. but for a teeny meeny eon a bitch was actually my best friend and my life so to speak. This is how it all started.

A coupla years(3 maybe) back, I came back all weary n tired from work and plonked myself on my fav couch in front of the idiot box, waiting for it to numb my senses. Seeing a small paw stickin from behind the TV table I shouted " maa, a cat sneaked into our house". A knowing smile was all I got in response. Time to check out myself ... I went there only to find this cute lil white pom playing with the wall.

Happens to be a b'day(in advance) gift from my good samaritan aunt! Oh these samaritan lot can bury a whole lot of population under the weight of their good intentions :). This time though it landed me in a catch 2 2 land. I for one prefer BIG dogs not ferocious but Big and the less hairier the better....G Retrievers, Labs, GSDs, Cocker Spaniels even a Dalmatian would do but a POM.... I wasnt exactly leaping with joy! POM= PAIN+PESK+a whole lot of PAMPERING(I still maintain it)

But then a 40 day pup has a way of winning your heart, and being a person who instinctively liked dogs, we let it stay , so what if it was a POM!

I guess I was to brace myself for all that was to follow ...a month long house-training sessions (man you need patience), getting a hang of its food habits, morning walks, teaching it all your pet tricks , gathering all first hand tips from all pet owners in our contact list, looking for a good vet but the best part was observing all her unique persoanlity traits and imposing yours on her.

This dear lil thing had given me a few good mental snapshots...and here is a shortened list
She went ballistic when she saw lightning for the first ever time.
She actually tried to follow the fumes of an agarbatti :)
When I purchased a cellphone and she heard the ring tone her face first went to right at 45 deg and then to the left at 30 deg. Sniffed it to check if there was any life in it.
Next she would run at maddening speed to any person who had a cell phone and a similar sounding ring tone! Only to be disappointed that I wasnt around! (mom told me)
She just loouuuved boiled alooo, you would venture into our house with a samosa at your own risk :)

When she grew old enough we decided that we should have lil pups at home tooo...So the grooom hunt began and finally... after a weekend getaway at a kennel and two months we had 5 pups..2 splendid looking guys and 3 hyperactive ladies.

They were so adorable ..... they grew up on cerelac and could smell it from miles away. Though they couldnt see for the first coupla weeks the moment they sensed their bowl moving they would rush like school kids running outa school when the day was over. I would keep them in a huge TV carton just to see that they were always in one place and werent upto any mischief. We decided to give them to friends and family members. The first time an Uncle took 2 pups away. The mother ran to the carton and as if she knew counting or math she realised there were some missing, she searched high and low and finally settled down in front of the main door looking and hoping.

About 6 months back we had to move and ...we had to find her a new home. Most of our friends had taken the pups so we had no choice but to leave her in a kennel. She somehow didnt sense that we might be leaving her there for good. It was very sad ...took a while to get over it. The pangs of guilt still come back at times. The place she used to rest, her fav corner under my bed, her fav dog food flavour at the supermarket, her bowl, her bow-wow when there was a visitor at the main gate and how it got louder when they rang the door bell.....!

I wonder if she would forget us.....I hope not!
I wonder if she would forgive us....I hope she would!

The Cast
Lead Actress :   bubbly
Supporting Actress: dessert_rose
Splendid lad 1:  polo
Splendid lad 2:  bingo
Hyperactive lass 1: daisy
Hyperactive lass 2: blossom
Hyperactive lass 3: jasmine

PS: I go through this everytime I watch the Raymond ad ..... and this time I thought it only fair that even you should tooo ....

Well have been contemplating this for a while now and guess the moment of truth has finally arrived .... yes people this officially is my first blog ever.

Must admit it wasnt easy . A good number of roadblocks for the first step in a long journey ..... the most popular one being the session thingie...good for me I read thru whatever other bloggers had to say. A friend also suggested that I type stuff in a notepad(windows not your standard scribbling pad ) before I post a blog, and then tell me just how much inspiring can the notepad be ! :) Still on the time-out...
I mean people have huge expectations from bloggers I guess, among which the toughest would be they think we are really capable of thinking on our feet. Sorry to disappoint you folks! Our brains reside in our knees and thats way higher than what you anticiapted. They also think we are really good and fast at formatting (font,size, templates, left margin right margin )...*sigh*

Then the choice for a URL? If you come late all the good ones names taken and if you are the proverbial early bird you are really spoilt for choice ..way too many worms.... just can em and Go Fish I say!. I chose this coz I like to believe I am concerned about the environment and this is the least I could do. Really!

Name aaah name whats in a name ? This is a tricky part to choose the right balance between anonymity yet retaining the quintessential "you". You are not allowed to change it later coz you would be shown the way to some whacky therapist(will cost you dearly) for displaying symptoms of a very fashionable syndrome MPD. Its really an in-thing these days. But then, as I do with my wardrobes decide more on comfort than fashion. I love desserts and I love roses and I also love the song by Sting. There!

Getting into the thick of things ...what do I write about ? Seriously no jokes! A myraid of topics under the sun too choose from.... gender based issues, love marriage, current affairs ;), memories, ,........................................................ . Will broadly classify them into two categories, my personal fav and hot topics the junta would love to read. After a series of debates with a  mirror I ruled out the later coz that would reduce me to a tissue paper (read newspaper, with due apologoies to all my journalist friends)

Having written all this, I am embarassed to admit that I promised a friend my blogs would comprise of only one line or at most 30 words! Well then at least I made one person smile :) And surely he must be well now!

Off to choosing the mood and the song ...sign-off formalities ....

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