The Bad Dogs Diary

Blake is a loveable mongrel just trying to lead a happy life; he loves his owner, fiercely defends his territory against interlopers (including the owner's new lady friend and her cat), does his best to avoid the frequently threatened neutering and spends a lot of his time either scooting across the carpet or chasing local tail. It really is a dog's life, and Blake has kindly taken the time to keep a diary of a year in his own life - providing a hilarious, unputdownable glimpse into the mind and world of your average mutt. Adorably illustrated throughout in Blake's own hand, this book has all the wit and addictive pace of the diaries of Adrian Mole and Bridget Jones and will delight a wide range of readers and dog lovers, including fans of the successful Marley and me.

I loved it not just because of BLAKE but because he identifies a lot with my own pedigree Labrador 'WAGHYA' who is frequently labelled as "BAD DOG"

This book is not just a witty read when u want nothing to read of any 'funda' sort, but also a glimps into animal psychology. It is very useful read for the dog owners who always wonder 'what he must be thinking now...?"

Warior Of Light...

When anxious,

 the warrior of light pretends that he is tired and prepares for sleep.

People say 'Look, he's lost all enthusiasm.'

 But he pays no attention to such remarks because they do not understand his tactics.

 

A warrior of light knows what he wants. 

And he has no need to waste time on explainations.

Coming back to life :)

I had made a decision about my blog writing...

When anyone who has gone through my blogs, would ask me what i was writing next..
THAT would be the timing for my next blog...

And to my surpirise, not one... but two people enquired about it...

So i dedicate this blog to those two, who claim to have read all that i have written,
And promise me to read everything i type, no matter how big or small :)

Thank You guys to bring me back to the writing spree :)

Notting Hill

We are obsessed by the concept of celebrity. How else can one explain the plague of paparazzi that descends on public figures when they make appearances, or the popularity of gossip magazines and TV shows? Celebrities are like royalty - glamorous and untouchable, they become objects of unreasonable adulation. Perhaps one of the most common fantasies entertained by an "average" man or woman is what would happen if someone famous fell in love with them. And therein lies the premise of Roger Michell's romantic comedy, Notting Hill.

Mona Lisa...

I wanted this to be my second post :

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

Men have named you

You're so like the lady with the mystic smile

Is it only cause you're lonely

They have blamed you

For that Mona Lisa strangeness in your smile

Do you smile to tempt a lover, Mona Lisa

Or is this your way to hide a broken heart

Many dreams have been brought to your doorstep

They just lie there, and they die there

Are you warm, are you real, Mona Lisa

Or just a cold and lonely, lovely work of art

Warrior Of light

A warrior of light does not spend his days trying to play the role that others have chosen for him.

Morning Spoilers !

 I love mornings, I would like to say that I am a 'morning person' but I would refrain from making any such comments, which involve commitments! I love mornings for a walk with our "Waghya", a steaming cuppa coffee and pile of newspapers to contemplate, comment and criticise… Hot Pohe or Upma is a dollop or ice cream on strawberries!

 I can live without that dollop, but I hate that I ever woke up when those strawberries are not on the platter. 

That empty morning starts with me waking up by the irritating noise of water spilling over the overhead tank and I have to rush on the terrace in the chilly morning to turn the valve and stop the flow. By the time I am in the warm bed again, I am sneezing incessantly. 

I get out of the room, I find my dog unusually happy, I ignore him and go to fix myself a coffee and find out the empty jar of Café Sunrise as I am digesting the fact that I have to settle on tea rather than coffee I understand that our paperboy is unusually late and then realise that I have to run from one paper stall to another to gather all the required papers. I come home to an uneasy family all-anxious to know what all ‘really’ happened yesterday.

I manage with cornflakes n cold milk and as I dig into the Express- Op-Ed  I hear annoying than-than-than of ‘dry waste collector’ I see baba shaking his head and aai tossing vegetables with a hand and busy in deep discussion on phone. I find out ‘dry waste bin’ empty, thanks to Waghya who spent the night sniffing and playing with the dustbin. ‘Happy dog mystery’ solved. I never understand why dogs like to play with all dirty things? The smellier the better…he sure had his dollop over strawberries yesterday. My yelling at him is answered by he-is-just-a-dog-YOU-forgot-to-keep-the-bin-inside sentences. 

Knowing that nothing can mend my morning I am rescheduling my day with happier things first… and Waghya looks at me with “ I am sorry, but I cant help my sniffing, after all I am Labrador retriever, a sniffer dog” face, (damn that cute little face) but my anger is mellowed. 

After all every dog has his day !

Happy (Highly commercialised) Children's Day !!

Warrior Of Light

Paolo Cohelo writes, n i agree...

A  warrior of light knows that certain moments repeat themselves.

He often finds himself faced by the same problem and situation, and seeing these difficult situations return, he grows depressed, thinking that he is uncapable of making any progress in life. 

'I've been through all this before,' he says to his heart. 

'Yes, you have been through all ths before,' replies his heart,

'But you have never been beyond it.' 

Then the warrrior realises that these repeated experiences have but one aim: to teach him what he does not want to learn.

Mona Lisa Smile

Though some people call it 'overrated' i am totally in love with Mona Lisa, not just the picture, but the painting along with its philosophy. The smile of Mona Lisa is so enigmatic that it disappears when it is looked at directly. I always believe that there is so much more to everything then we can see.

it just takes a further glance to get that 'something more' out, and that glance would give us so much more...

Even if we dont like things when we first see it, dont accept some ideas when we first hear them.. thanks to our walls and biases, we would learn so much more if we just decide to consider them !

I hope my biases, past beliefs would never keep me from discovering new truths...