Take a deep breath

In the morning if you are struck in a traffic jam then I can suggest you to take a deep breath and relax! This is the only thing I can suggest.
An fm radio station RJ announced this.

Do you think if you are caught in a traffic jam then you can do only one thing that is take a deep breath or can also do something else to pass the time?

My comments on other blogs

If you're going to comment on blogger blog posts, you might try reading the post first, moron. You're obviously on a mission to get readers. There's a name for people like you.

An Anonymous wrote on my previous post.

Do you think that I comment on your blog without reading it or I comment related to the post content?

Chicks story continued...

“Last Sunday, I returned from London. The house was dirty as it was closed for near about seven months. It took me and my maid three days to clean it. And these pigeons had made nests on air conditioners. I asked the maid to clean up all the mess and put the chicks in green cloth on the roof of the building.” A middle aged woman told me.
“The smaller chick died of hunger as it couldn’t eat the grains given by me. And the bigger one becomes the food of cat or a bird of prey.” I told her.

Is cleaning of house is important than the lives of chicks or no?

Only chicks! No nest!

Chirping of chicks attracted my attention. I moved towards that direction and found that two chicks of different sizes were squeezed one upon the other on a cloth in the corner of the building’s roof.

I was quiet shocked to see pigeon chicks without any nest near by.

Did you think parent pigeons were creative or lazy?

Measuring LOVE!

Chandrika Shubham is measuring LOVE!
This was my status update on one of the social networking site.

Ms. ‘F’ commented :
How long is piece of string, my dear friend?

Actually I was measuring it in Litres. :D

Can love be measured or no?

Comments on my blog

A middle aged woman was telling about the books of world’s famous authors. She was keenly talking about what she had read in her whole life.
After patient listening for near about an hour, I asked. “Have you read my blog?”
“Chandrika, you write, you mean to say you are a writer!!!”
“I know I can’t write well. I am learning ABC of writing. But if you haven’t read the comments on my blog then you have read NOTHING.”

This is 150th post by me. :)

Begging : art or pressure

“Give me some alms.” A kid came near me and asked.
“No.” I said.
“Please.” She brought the empty bowl closer.
“No” I repeated adamantly.
She bowed before me; her head was on my feet.

Do you think it is glamorisation of begging or it is the result of great deal of pressure on underprivileged?