Theatre is always fun for them. They do handstands, run around, sing and finally settle down to listen to a story. Last Tuesday they heard what happened to Basava and the dots of fire. They were introduced to a Peepal leaf. After looking at it, touching it, smelling it, they gave it back and headed towards the sandpit.

I was hanging around when my eyes fell on a deep green, heart-shaped leaf. I pulled it out and said "Hey guys! remember this? We just saw it sometime ago. Remember what it's called?

The little girl ummmed. The little boy scratched his head. Suddenly his big, bright blue eyes lit up and he shrieked.

"I know this one. It's the HUMAN leaf!!!"

Peepal. People. Human.

Children really are some kind of wonderful :)

Dentists, Doctors, Dermatologists, Dunderheads.

I deal with them right now.

Only my Dolphins make me smile.

As I write this (while nursing my tooth and pretending to not feel cold in this weather), the sibling is watching Arnold George Dorsey live in concert.


Sometimes life just isn't fair.

Hmmm

“for whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea”

- E. E. Cummings

The salary shall pay for a little holiday. Wonderful place called Pondicherry. Not alone.

We three... We are not a crowd. Not even a company. My echo, my shadow and me.

- Ruskin Bond

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

-Robert Frost

I was always told that I had my fingers in too many pies. Logically, it should have worked for me because I had a plethora of options to choose from. All I knew was that whatever I did with my life, it had to involve people, lots of colour, madness and creativity.

This is the MBA generation. In most cases, money talks while satisfaction takes a back seat. So isn't that supposed to be the path I take?

I work the other way round. A fat salary at the end of every month didn't stop me from chucking everything to the side and chasing my dream. No matter how much it paid me, the levels of happiness would be unparalleled. At least I was sure of that. And I wasn't wrong.

After 2 years, I know that no high flying corporate career will ever be able to match up to the joy of teaching, giving, learning and loving. My first day at work and I know I can do this for the rest of my life. This is where I belong. This is passion!

The last time I gave my heart away like this was 7 years ago when I picked up a book that had "ECONOMICS for Class XII" written on the cover.

This time it's to a wonderful little place called Neev.

Attention!

All the world (that's in my world) loves a writer. Especially when she doubles up as a close friend :P

http://talesreignsupreme.blogspot.com/

To be checking out please :)

I can't wait to start working.

It seems exciting. Fun. New. Creative.

And

It'll give me the perfect reason to let the world rot in my indifference folder.

Sounds good.

Now back to mindless TV watching.