Although it's a little difficult for me to find time to waste (most of my time is used up in eating or sleeping) here are few thing you can do to completely waste your time:
Here goes
1. Arrange for all your friends to meet up, fix up a venue, time, with proper arrangements and dont show up.
2. Balance on one leg.
3. Look up your daily horoscope from an old newspaper.
4. Eavesdrop on somebody's conversations.
5. Imagine being very poor and put out a performance.
6. Imagine being very rich and put out a performance.
7. Send text messages to yourself.
8. Imagine yourself writing a book and start inventing characters.
9. Practice forging your dad's/boss's signature.
10. Check out ways to earn more money.
11. Promise not to swear ever again.
12. Check how long you can hold your breath.
13. Button your shirt or tie your laces with just one hand.
14. Write your autobiography in vivid detail.
15. Try to think of what you were doing this exact day, last year!
16. Think of ways to waste time and write them in a note book, or even better blog them.
I can think & come up with many many more... But I guess lets not waste any more time!
Awesome awesome!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Grandma...
One of the biggest regrets iv ever had is the lack of grandparents.
I only remember my mom's mom.. All the others had passed away when I was just a baby.. My grandma was a sweetheart.. Used to pamper and spoil me as if I was God's gift to the family.. giving me small gifts, preparing my favorite sweets, supporting me when I was into mischief, trust me it felt great! But as life would have it she too passed away when I was a kid because of ill health. And I thought that was that.. No more grandparents!!
But as luck would have it, There was this old lady living alone next to my office who reminded me so much of my grandma that I began to find similarities between the both, she had the same liquid eyes that would go blank for a second and then snap back when they remember you, the cataract operation which made her squint a bit as she walked, her old walking stick, her non-stop bargaining with the vegetable vendor, her love for gardening.. I'm sure these are habits of old people, but to me this seemed an amazing coincidence!
Slowly I made friends with her finding every other excuse to go and see her, come by office early to see her walk past, give her sweets for every other occasion, pretend to admire her garden, to my shame I even followed her once to the clinic when she was unwell, then pretending as if I was just passing by I literally begged to drop her back home.
Maybe she found this pathetic, weird or just casual but she never said a word . She would pat my cheek once a while and remark what a helpful girl I was, but never did I feel her connect with me in any way.. certainly not the personal connection I felt with her or the desperate affection I wanted from her .
Then one night as I was working late I saw her weeping in the garden, panicked i ran to her side thinking she was probably in pain or something critical, she told me she was crying for her dead husband and wept some more. Finally I managed to cheer her up and helped her into bed, I was glad I was there with her and felt that I really did make a difference. So much was my obsession with her I was ready to ask her to come and live with my family, and I proposed to do so the very next morning.
As you could guess by now I woke up really early, put on my best cloths; all set to impress her and rushed to her home to see how she was feeling. As I knocked on the door I found instead of granny's face a young girl almost my age, I was shocked as in the last one year I had never even seen a visitor at her home, after I asked the girl in a stammering voice if I could meet the old lady, I saw her sitting in a chair she was the same old lady.... but there was a change in her that was dramatic, her eyes were bright and her face filled with laughter and warmth. She proudly introduced me to her grand daughter, her eyes full of love and happiness and so much pride, everything I wanted to see in her eyes for me.
And I suddenly realized how I had been fooling myself, all I had seen her as was a replacement as my grandmother.
Soon she shifted her home and I got no personal farewell from her, not that I expected one... Although she did show me that I had not lost my replacement grandma after all... I had just lost my illusions.
I only remember my mom's mom.. All the others had passed away when I was just a baby.. My grandma was a sweetheart.. Used to pamper and spoil me as if I was God's gift to the family.. giving me small gifts, preparing my favorite sweets, supporting me when I was into mischief, trust me it felt great! But as life would have it she too passed away when I was a kid because of ill health. And I thought that was that.. No more grandparents!!
But as luck would have it, There was this old lady living alone next to my office who reminded me so much of my grandma that I began to find similarities between the both, she had the same liquid eyes that would go blank for a second and then snap back when they remember you, the cataract operation which made her squint a bit as she walked, her old walking stick, her non-stop bargaining with the vegetable vendor, her love for gardening.. I'm sure these are habits of old people, but to me this seemed an amazing coincidence!
Slowly I made friends with her finding every other excuse to go and see her, come by office early to see her walk past, give her sweets for every other occasion, pretend to admire her garden, to my shame I even followed her once to the clinic when she was unwell, then pretending as if I was just passing by I literally begged to drop her back home.
Maybe she found this pathetic, weird or just casual but she never said a word . She would pat my cheek once a while and remark what a helpful girl I was, but never did I feel her connect with me in any way.. certainly not the personal connection I felt with her or the desperate affection I wanted from her .
Then one night as I was working late I saw her weeping in the garden, panicked i ran to her side thinking she was probably in pain or something critical, she told me she was crying for her dead husband and wept some more. Finally I managed to cheer her up and helped her into bed, I was glad I was there with her and felt that I really did make a difference. So much was my obsession with her I was ready to ask her to come and live with my family, and I proposed to do so the very next morning.
As you could guess by now I woke up really early, put on my best cloths; all set to impress her and rushed to her home to see how she was feeling. As I knocked on the door I found instead of granny's face a young girl almost my age, I was shocked as in the last one year I had never even seen a visitor at her home, after I asked the girl in a stammering voice if I could meet the old lady, I saw her sitting in a chair she was the same old lady.... but there was a change in her that was dramatic, her eyes were bright and her face filled with laughter and warmth. She proudly introduced me to her grand daughter, her eyes full of love and happiness and so much pride, everything I wanted to see in her eyes for me.
And I suddenly realized how I had been fooling myself, all I had seen her as was a replacement as my grandmother.
Soon she shifted her home and I got no personal farewell from her, not that I expected one... Although she did show me that I had not lost my replacement grandma after all... I had just lost my illusions.
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