How does a sheep roll his eyes?

This month brings to my mind the games we used to play as kids during summer holidays. I was telling P about it yesterday. My favourtie game was 'Choppu' and I had quite a big collection of toy vessels, stoves, cylinders, grinders, mixies etc. I used to pester my parents to buy the choppu utensils for me. The game by itself was not much, but we could spend hours playing it. We used to cook, dress our dolls, go to work come back and cook again. The best part was we used to fight about who was to cook. The person who had to go office had nothing much to do but carry her lunch box, go to a corner stand and eat it and get back home after pretending to work. But the person who cooked had the best part. Of course now cooking is not something I fight over. It is the other way around :p It was so much more fun to cook with toys than real vessels. P's games sound so much different than mine. All his games involved running around grounds, jumping over things etc.. He never as a rule,...

Now, how difficult is it to Not say 'sorry'. I almost practise not saying it but end up apologising for things I shouldnt be! I hate myself for this.

London is on high alert for terrorist attacks according to the newspapers. This is supposed to be a perennial status, from what I understand. But the killing of Osama seems to have put the London Police into crazy frenzy. They have requested the public to be vigilant and trust their instincts when it comes to observing something or someone who appears suspicious. For a person from a relatively safe place like Chennai, this is scary. I imagine walking through the Liverpool Street station and bursting into flames. When I see a police van screeching through the streets, my heart beats beyond recommended limits. When I see a lonely man sporting a long beard and whispering into a phone, I think of picking up my phone to dial 999. I remember this friend telling me about how once while travelling in the tube he noticed a Muslim reciting prayers with passion rocking forward and backward and my friend almost typed a goodbye msg to his wife. At school we read this story about a man called Baba B...

Whatever your day has been till now, I assure you this blogger is going to make you laugh. This is the best since Holden Caulfield or Adrian Mole.

Could we all pause for a min and stop judging the people around us? How would it feel to not judge and know that you are not being judged. Would we behave differently? Would we smile more often or act in a more kind manner? Would we work with a carefree mind which is devoid of doubts and insecurities? Would we jog up to our destination instead of trying to walk in the acceptable fashion? Would we wear clothes we like than what others would appreciate? Would we sing and dance with passion not worrying about people teasing us? Would we kiss our loved one right where we want to instead of saving the feeling and forgetting it later? Would we look out of the bus/ train and absorb the beauty of the life around us than making mental notes about the behaviour of the people sitting next to us? If life could indeed be so much better by this simple act, why don we try it?

I see ppl thanking the Lord for their I-Phones, Mac Books, DSLR etc..Isnt the Lord supposed to have taught them to un-love materialistic stuff?

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