Tock-tick tock-tick went the clock

When I was in pre teens, every weekend it used to be a ritual at home. I would loll around in the bed, for most part of the day, which started post lunch, right until snack time in the evening, doing nothing eventful. Sometimes fast asleep too. The apt ending to this was always mock sleeping for about half an hour, with appa trying to pull me out of bed, or moving the pillows out or faking a power cut. As much as I did not want to get out of bed, I also enjoyed this ritual. It was clearly a just appa and me time. I got out of this habit only when in old age (not mine, silly), I found the already laid out beds occupied by the septugenerians in the family immediately after lunch.

A few years back, when I was home for the vacations, and my younger cousins were there for a summer holiday, I noticed the same drama being played out. How I was jealous of my appa showering his attention on the clearly a decade-younger-than-me kids, and not me, a by now twenty something. Who says sibling rivalry attacks only when you are young and immature, or have siblings staying in the house forever.

On my last trip home, there was Act II of this play. Appa playing with his grand daughter. She, lying on the bed, mock sleeping, with the blanket pulled over her, and not missing even the snoring act. This time, there was no jealousy. Just the clock turned back in delightful memories. Maybe I grew up after all.

Blog-O-Sphere

I am back to reading a lot of blogs these days. Not to say that I am completely vella (free) the entire work day, but just that I have grown more efficient in reading the various blogs like most of us are with the news papers. What is good is, one need not remember anything that one read from these blogs. It is absolute timepass. Even reading a news paper is sometimes taxing as one has to keep a few facts in memory like the inflation rate or the latest buyout or bomb blast venue to be an interesting conversationalist some day some where. That is besides the point. What I was trying to say is that once all the historical posts of a blogger you like are read and disposed off as task accomplished, following him/her up on a daily basis on the blog hardly takes any of one’s time. In fact it is a welcome pleasure from the drudgery of routine. Of late, I have taken to simple yet delightfully written posts on every day life. People seem to lead interesting lifes with their kids and spouse and parents. Oodles of energy flows from their thoughts. A lot of people are also willing to share their personal life stories without being too personal about it. It is like everybody goes through the same experiences in life, just the tinted glass through which we see it is different. Blogs have made this world a more happy place.
This also led me onto some crazy thoughts as to how blogs can affect our lives in the years to come.

School Curriculum: Refer blogs abc, xyz and kjd for your homework; précis write blog abc;

Job references: Understand your employee by going through his/her blog before you hire them. False identity blogs problem for the hiring managers

Neighbour’s envy Owner’s pride: You get to know your neighbour’s latest material acquisitions or Wish I was there vacations even without them actually uttering a word about it to you.
Trumpeteers through blogs syndrome.

Human Evolution Research: Charles Darwin can turn in his grave. Any future compilation of human evolution research cannot ignore the effect of internet, and the bytes and bytes of information available on it about how the twentieth century human being actually lived.

What else?

Festive Extravagance: I fear the crowds

Have been to Ranchi and back. Fed like a fat cow. Meals every two hours, desserts every other. This has nothing to do with the festive season, every trip home is like this. But this time I had been to see the famed Dusshera pandals. As much as I force myself to marvel the effort and imagination that has gone into the construction of the mammoth structures, the thoughts that continue to linger in my mind are more Marxian.. why waste so much money on structures that will be pulled down at the end of 10 days, on idols that will get immersed in the high seas,why invite gastric troubles with excessive non-diabetic eating, why splurge on artefacts for the house and the self? Maybe it is just to stress yourself out by taking a jaywalk in the crowds.Such is life.