My body age

“Your body age is thirty six years.” A doctor told me.
“OMG! It is more than my chronological age! I do regular exercise, avoid fried foods and eat lots of fruits. Even then!” I said.

What should I do to minimise my body age? Any suggestions.

My style of writing

“Do you think I should write like Chetan Bhagat to become popular?” I asked one of my good friends.
“Do not copy anybody’s style of writing rather create your own style of writing.” He suggested me.

So I tried to create my style of writing; short, crisp with a mark of interrogation at the end. I will like to thank Tomz who referred to my style of writing in his recent post.

Do you think it is distinct style or should I improve it to a more unique one?

Trash on the road

A shopkeeper threw the empty cardboard container on the road. Before I could utter something he took the last sip of tea from the kulahad, a disposable mud cup without handle and also threw it on the road.

Should I pick up the empty container and kulahad from the road and threw them back in his shop or should I ask him politely not to throw trash on the road?

All possible combinations

Mago is my pen name, very simple and close to my real name, Ma...... Go....... . No sophisticated alias for me.
A blogger from Germany told me when I asked about whether he wrote with his pen name or real name.

I tried all the possible combinations with German masculine names beginning with ‘Ma’ and surname beginning with ‘Go’. Do you think I will hit the correct name that suits his profession and personality or I am wasting my time?

Expression of anger

“Are you angry with me?” Somebody asked me.

Should I say “Yes, I am angry with you” or should I remain silent and express my anger silently?

Isn’t it pretty?

“First come with me.” The kid said to me as I entered their house.
“Hello, dear.”
“Hello. There is something new. I want to show you. It is in the kitchen.” He was too excited.
I followed him towards the kitchen.
“See, as I open the cupboard, new dustbin of white in color of penguin shape comes out. The black lid on its mouth opens automatically and as I close the cupboard the lid gets closed to avoid any fowl smell coming out and doesn’t allow the breeding of small insects. When it is filled it can be taken out to empty it in the big dustbin of the society.” He demonstrated the functioning of the new dustbin. With little twinkling eyes he asked me. “Isn’t it pretty?”

Whose mistake?

“Open the door! Open it! OPEN!!” A young newly wed woman was screaming and thudding the wooden door. Neighbours and passer bys gathered to make out what the matter was.

With tears in her eyes, she told “My husband threw me outside the house and locked the door. On my repeated requests and demands he is not opening the door.”

Do you think whose mistake is this; husband’s who locked the door or wife’s who created a scene?

Moving horns of a herbivorous

“In my village, I have a cow brown in color. It gives 5-7 liters of milk per day and have moving horns.” An elderly woman told me.

Have you ever seen any herbivorous with moving horns or no?

Page No. 52

It's probably past the national book week now but I always love playing this game on facebook. The rules are, grab the closest book to you, turn to page 52, post the 5th sentence as your status. Don't mention the title. Copy the rules as part of your status.

To play this game, I picked up a library book and turned pages. The page no. 51-52 were missing and 53-54 were twice.

Now what should I do?

Little cat

“Meow! Meow!!” The kid tried to chat with the little cat. It got up, jumped on the ground and came near him, rubbing her body against his legs.
“It is showing affection to me.” The kid happily told me. He became busy with it.
I buried myself into the book which I was reading.

A few minutes later, the kid came running from a passage where he went while playing. “It raised its tail showing her anger as I went near her three kittens that lived in the box behind the stairs in the passage. Thats why I ran away from there. Two kittens are exactly like her and the other one is pure black like their papa.”

“Do you meet their papa also?” I stopped reading and asked.

“No.” He looked at his new digital wrist watch and said “It is 10.48am. Papa must have gone to work and will return in the evening. Moreover, if the color of kitten does not match with mother then it must be of father’s.”

“It can possibly be their grandparent’s color.”

Do you think it is the right time to teach him Mendel’s Law or should wait for some more years?

Mantra of happy living

“Do not think too much. Avoid brooding. Let the things happen as they are happening. This is the simplest mantra of happy living.” A saint said.

Do you agree or disagree?

A strange dream

A strange dream is haunting me from the past few days. In the dream I saw myself going in a lift, its door opened at tenth floor and to my surprise my ex boyfriend entered the lift. Doors closed and lift moved down. Tremors were felt. Lights went out. Lift fell down in uncontrollable speed. Violent and unpleasant noises of free falling of heavy objects could be heard. With a force lift hit something hard below. The dust, pieces of bricks and cement fell in one corner of the lift. It was good as I could see a hole above created by a pillar. He was pressing all the possible options of his mobile while I was throwing my dupatta from the crack above so that it might get entangled somewhere. Repeated efforts of mine bring the desired results and I climbed out of that lift holding that dupatta. Meanwhile I could hear the signals of low battery again and again from his mobile till it created a dark void.

He stepped forward to hold the dupatta, I freed it to fall it on the ground of lift. I brought the stones to cover the hole. “Same you will feel now as I have felt when you stopped talking to me, stopped all modes of communications; an engulfing silence and even more engulfing darkness!” I forgot the pain of scratches of all sizes on my body made by the sharp ridges of hole as my heart was filled with immense pleasure of making him suffer.

When I am kind hearted person how even in my dream can I be so cruel?

Writing a post

When I feel low I write a post on my blog which makes me emotionally strong.

Do you feel the same or differ?

It is an art!

“I dry the clothes on strings in a particular manner. All the towels in one line, all the suits in one line, all the socks in one line! There is always a symmetry and rhythm in which I dry clothes. You know, Chandrika it is an art!” Mrs.‘I’ told me.

Do you agree or disagree with her that drying clothes on strings is an art?

End of the movie!

“End of the movie!” A little kid spoke so loud in the theatre hall that it was audible to me with four rows of seats in between. He uttered these words as the screen became black for a few seconds between the advertisements during the interval.

End of the blog. ;) Popcorns and coke time! :) This is 275th post. :)

Wrong side, RIGHT!

On critical examination of my suit, I realised that I must discard it from my wardrobe as the chikankari embroidery had frayed as well as the orange color print had faded. I was sitting in waiting lounge hence a little bit free to think about such things.

My dupatta flipped from the gust of air from the ceiling fan as someone who just entered the lounge switch it on. I noticed that I have draped it from wrong side, uneven threads were clearly visible. I rectified my mistake. To my surprise, the suit was stitched with wrong side of embroidery on right side of the suit as poorly and roughly finished ends of threads have lose ends on the right side.

I did my Masters in Clothing and Textiles and my thesis work was on creating innovative designs of embroidery on woman’s garments like saree, suit, gown, lengha etc.

Do you think it’s my life’s biggest mistake or there are still more chances that I can make sillier mistakes?

Photo (Top) : Wrong side of embroidery
Photo (Below) : Right side of embroidery

Starring without blinking!

Filling the form, I looked up and noticed that instead of looking at his computer; Mr. ‘H’ was starring me. I forwarded the paper towards him but he was continuously staring me without blinking. His gaze was absolutely fixed on me.

Should I ask him to blink otherwise he will spoil his eyes or should I allow him to stare me forever and ever without blinking?

Potato chips

He opened the sachet of potato chips. He nibbled; she cried more.

Is it veg or non veg?

My novel

Guys, I am working on a novel. It is mere a collection of my weird thoughts. I am hell confused what should be the end of my novel.

Should it be normal happy ending or some unique ending but not a happy one?

Stomach ache

“Hello doc, I am having severe stomach ache. What should I eat?” Mr. ‘K’ said.

Suppose if you are doctor what will you advise Mr. ‘K’?

Bicycle ride

One of my friends who was presently residing in Europe wrote on a social networking site as :
Going on bicycle ride in 'NEW' forest.

I commented :
Hope you meet ‘TIGER’ there. ;)

In your opinion Tiger here refers to ‘man’ or ‘animal’?

Butt

I saw jhankis (a procession in which group of persons played roles mostly depicting stories from epics) of Lord Ram, Lord Shiva, Lord Krishna and Hanuman. In one jhanki, I noticed that an elderly man portrait a saint. He was wearing white robe and had a long white beard. His legs were gently soothed with light pressure by two youngsters. To my surprise he was smoking a butt.

At this time he should smoke or should control his temptation?

Curtain painted by me

“You made curtain out of the bed cover you were painting yester week.” Seeing the curtain in my drawing room Mrs. ‘T’ commented.
“Ya, I changed my mind to utilise this piece of cloth as curtain, to give a different look.” I replied.
“Two bunches of flowers on left and right, one in centre top and bottom is blank. You must paint the replica of flowers at the bottom middle also. It will give curtain a better look.”

Should I repeat the design one more time at bottom as there is too much space or should I not repeat the motif as it will look ‘Over’?

A saying

Yesterday, I read a saying ‘What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger’.

Do you agree or disagree with this saying?

Mango shake

“I have prepared mango shake for you, Chandrika.” Mrs. ‘J’ handed over the glass filled with mango shake to me.
“Any mango product is a slow poison for you.” Some days back my doctor had advised.

Should I drink it as she has prepared with love and care or should I not as doctor has advised me not to take any mango product?

A rat in the trap

“Take this trap away and allow this rat to move out of the trap wherever there is open space.” I asked a nine year old kid.
“Should I leave it inside or outside the housing society complex?” He asked innocently blinking his eyes.