It’s Party Time, Corporate Ladder and Saturday Six Minute Challenge

Yesterday, after a long time, I had some free moments to enjoy reading posts on my reader at leisure. It is becoming a luxury for me nowadays. I decided to work from home yesterday,not that I was not working but the freedom from two hours of round trip commute and associated tiredness offered me the opportunity to indulge.   As usual, Murphy’s Law did work ( not sure who that Irishman was) and things that could go wrong went wrong at work on a Friday afternoon keeping me busy on phone and by e-mails.  But I am digressing, it has no relevance to this story.  Ah! the freedom of working in one’s pajamas. Wonderful indeed.  I immediately realized how much I was missing out. One has to do what has to be done. So no complaints and no regrets. I also ended up posting few of my own poems. All those activities, of course, resulted in going to bed late at night.

Getting up late on a Saturday morning, first post I saw was “It’s a Party“.  With those pictures of cake and coffee, my sleep deprived mind conjured up a vision of evite to a birthday party.  Little did I realize that Jackie was offering only zero calorie foods and beverages at the party.  However, there is ample opportunity to mix and mingle and make new friends.  So do go ahead, visit and make friends.

One of the new friends I made,  Amruta, had a beautiful poem titled Corporate Ladder, a new version of the nursery rhyme, Ten in the Bed, on her site.  I like her spin on the nursery rhyme and could not desist making a comment.  Sharing with you all my comment to Amruta’s post as my contribution to Kristi’s Saturday Six Minute Challenge.

View From The Top 

It’s always lonely at the top
When you fall down
You break your neck
Higher you rise
Mightier is the fall
And oh my,
What a wreck
Do you make
But
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The view must be
Beautiful from the top
So what the heck !

Have a beautiful weekend, dear readers.

Breakfast, Limericks and Saturday Six Minute Challenge

There I was having a quiet breakfast of English muffin, egg white omelet and coffee all alone and scanning my reader. Two things happened simultaneously. I bit a really hot green chilli and tumbled upon this post, Limerick Challenge Week 30: Antonyms sponsored by Rashmi.   My tongue was on fire and coffee was not the coolant that could have doused this fire. Just to divert my mind from a burning tongue, I decided to write a limerick.  My thought was to kill two birds with one stone, post a limerick and also respond to Saturday Six Minute Challenge sponsored by Kristi.  Alas! my tortured tongue won’t afford me the luxury of sitting down to write a limerick following rules.  What I ended up was a five line comments to Rashmi that offended my  son. His objection was to the use of the last word  in the poem that he thought was un-parliamentarian in an open forum.  I always thought  our elected leaders utter much worse words than this during their normal conduct of business.  Also,I think, being PC is not always fun.  So my dear readers, I will let you judge for yourself what do you think.  The comment that I posted is reproduced below with an alphabet blipped out. You can use your own imagination.
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I laugh and I cry
So tasty but distastefully spiced these fries
Heavenly smooth but hellishly hot
Enjoying now but remembering the past
Memories of pleasant evenings turning to horrendous morning fa( )ts.

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Follow-up to A Milestone: Senior Prom

This was the original post that I was supposed to write for Saturday Six Minute Challenge today.  But then my thought process was hijacked by the vain glorious update from WordPress regarding achieving my 200th post.  We bloggers are satisfied with so little. No wonder I am spending time on a Saturday morning clicking away merrily at the computer keyboard instead of being out there enjoying life.

Today is senior prom. No, not mine.  I have crossed that age long ago. From where I did my schooling, there was no concept of any prom nights or anything else for high school graduation.  Today is the senior prom day for my baby daughter.  Well, she is no longer a baby, in another ten days she will graduate from high school.  That is another day.  From early morning today, she is busy preparing for tonight. Few of her friends are here getting ready for their afternoon photo shoot.  My better half is out ( I think it is painful to see your baby being suddenly a grown up) and I am literally locked in my bedroom so that I do not embarrass my daughter and her friend ( and there lies the secret to the sudden uptick to my productivity in blogging today).  We are preparing to be empty nesters in another three or four months.  Though she will be away in a university only 35 miles from home, she will have to stay in dorms during the first two years.  Even after that, I do not think she would be commuting from home as the traffic is terrible on the mountainous roads.  It is therefore a bitter sweet day.  Your baby is grown-up and ready to fly and you are still trying to clip her wings.

She does fight with me all the time but may be I am always looking forward to those fights.  But today is her day.  Wishing her all my best for today for a milestone achieved and for all the coming days and years. Fly away but keep yourself grounded to solid bedrocks, my darling.

Love, Broken Hearts and Remedies

I am not an expert on any of the above three.  Never had the time and luxury to fall in love before marriage and may be I was not that attractive to the opposite sex to fall in love with me anyway.  I am glad that I did not fall, because it must be painful from all the broken heart posts that I have been reading recently. Hey, if you fall you are going to hurt yourself. If you hurt yourself, it is going to be painful. What’s so unique about that. So why all these sob stories. Now let me confess that never having Biology as a subject during my schooldays, I am completely ignorant if a heart can break or not if you fall.  I do know as part of my general knowledge that heart is a muscle and that too the largest or one of the largest muscles in the body.  I also know that muscles can be extended or torn with severe pain as a result.  But can they break as compared to bones? A fall few years back resulted in a broken bone in my right hand ( later I came to know that it was the humerus bone), the end result of which was severe pain, immobility and physical therapy for several months. So I am well acquainted with pain  due to fall and thank God that I did not fall in love. I can now legitimately call myself an expert in fall, broken bones and resulting pain. But falling in love and breaking one’s heart? Hmmm!

My better half occasionally says that I am heartless, you may have guessed the circumstances when it would be said. I have learnt my lessons early on not to oppose that statement.  With time I was convinced that I must not have had a heart. Otherwise, if I had a heart, why didn’t I fall in love and experienced the pain of heartbreak. Everybody else that I knew had at least one sob story of a heartbreak and associated pains. Of course all these stories normally come out after a few drinks and well away from the earshot of their spouses. So I had always taken them with a grain of salt. I always used to consider myself as the lucky one as I didn’t have to go through that pain and suffering.  But my good days were not going to continue for long. During regular yearly physical examinations a few years back, my doctor cautioned me that if I do not exercise caution in my indulgence of the good things in life, I am going to end up with a heart attack soon.  What, me? The guy who is heartless? How can I have a heart attack? Why does good tidings have to come with bad omen? Now I know that I have a heart, as vouched for by my doctor who has a M.D. from a reputed medical school, but also warned that I may have a heart attack. So I may feel the pain without ever falling in love. What absurdity! Life’s not fair indeed.  On the sunny side, whenever my better half now says I am heartless, I tell proudly, “you are not a doctor, I do have a heart”. Of course, before I say that I make sure that my exit route is clear. It’s never wise to back up to a corner.

Now that I have established that I have a heart and I am a legitimate expert in fall and pain, it behooves me all the more to explore the subject matter of this post. All the people can’t be wrong that falling in love can result in heartbreak and significant pain. What are the remedies? It can be like those whose only remedy for birth control is abstinence. But how can that be a remedy. Because if you don’t fall, then you don’t break and don’t need any remedy. What will happen to all the heart doctors and therapists? I do not want to be accused of creating unemployment.  Just imagine all the miseries created by heartbreaks, all the drinks that are sold to soothe broken hearts and the resulting medical bills, all the poems penned by lovelorn poets, all the romantic movies with happy and sad endings and millions and millions of hours lost wallowing in heartbroken miseries . I shudder to think of the repercussions of prescribing abstinence. It will be an upheaval. Good lord! I will be pro choice rather than pro life in this case. Yes, more choice to all those who want to fall in love. You can fall in love as many times as you can but do not seek your remedy in drinks when you break your heart as advised by my friend Duc Nguyen-I Do And I Don’t Think I Do . I will rather pay heed to the comment of Doc Flamingo to that post. Now don’t get me wrong. I love Duc’s poetry, it is that I have an aversion to addiction. Too much of a good thing including love and drinks can also be addictive and that’s what scares me. Then what is the remedy? Well, it is said that the antidote to snake bite is snake venom.  So antidote to love must be love.  Love, love and more love. My good friend, Paul runs a blog on Love Talk.  I should ask him for expert advice as I have already confessed I am not an expert. But I have experienced pain of falling and I do not want anybody to experience pain of falling in love, subsequent heartbreak  and associated misery. As Jacqueline said in one of her recent posts,acookingpotandtwistedtales , “Life lived dancing to the tunes of misery wears out the soul living it”, it does one no good to wallow on the misery of heartbreak. So here is my remedy. Go out to the world, open your heart to the world, spread your love and let love heal your wound and fix your broken hearts as I advocated in my poem Broken Heart today.


The idea of this post came today morning for a post for Saturday Six Minute Challenge sponsored by Writerish Ramblings. It became much longer than six minutes as I crossed a small milestone today. I was notified that I have now 200 followers, 201 to be precise. I thought that to celebrate I need to post something more substantive than six minutes rambling. This is the result. Hope my readers’ love or lack thereof does not result in a heartbreak for me, as my remedy is not yet field tested or FDA approved.

 

Of Awards, Acceptance,Apprehension

Statutory Rambling Warning : Proceed at your own peril. Author not responsible for your wasted time.

I started blogging on December 15, 2015.  In these three and half months of blogging, I have been nominated by few fellow bloggers for a  handful of awards. Till now I had shied away from accepting any awards.  Let me come clean why.  I am very superstitious. I did not want to jinx my odds of winning the Nobel Prize for literature by accepting any awardsNoblePrize Literature at the start of my writing career. As my fellow believers in luck and destiny will understand, when you gamble always go for the big fish. So why waste my luck accepting the small blogging awards?  This year, anyway, luck has not been smiling on me as far as winning anything. All my $1 and $2 investments in Megamillion and Powerball lottery are going to waste.  I have nothing to show for my efforts. Now that I have confessed to my reason for not accepting any blogging awards, let me go into a little more detail.

When at the beginning of my blogging career I started being nominated for a few awards, I thought people must be joking or it was just the euphoria and camaraderie shown by my fellow blogmates of Blogging 101 class to help out one of their fellow bloggers. So much to having confidence in one’s own ability. I owe it to my friends Head and Heart blabbing(Hira)Nerdsakhi,timelesswheel and paulpablo24 for their encouragement. Few of the awards from this time was Blogger Recognition Award, LovelyblogawardVersatile Blogger Award, Creative Blogger Award and One Lovely Blog Award.  All these awards came with an escape clause that I am free to accept the award or not.  Please do not get me wrong, I liked the awards. Who in their right minds will not like being recognized by their peers but something hold me back from accepting the awards. Though I thanked all my friends individually, I did not take part in fulfilling the requirements of accepting the awards. Maybe I was apprehensive about writing my “acceptance speech” or about answering the questions that were an inherent part of these awards.  I was just hoping that once Blogging 101 class was over and as time passed by, no more awards would be forthcoming. Alas! I was wrong. It slowed down for sure but still showed up from time to time.

Recently I was nominated for a few awards like the Versatile Blogger Award, Creative Blogger Award and One Lovely Blog Award by timelesswheel,palfitness and The World Beyond Sight. Again, I acknowledged my friends individually but hold myself back from formally accepting the awards. Then at the beginning of the week I was nominated for the Liebster Award by Mysticalwriter. I realized that I can no longer hide behind my ambition LiebsterAwardof winning the Nobel Prize and need to come clean.  I wrote a long comment to Mysticalwriter and waited with baited breath for the response. For a few days there was nothing and I was apprehensive that I was going to get a scathing response. Then yesterday I got back a positive comment. That and a blogpost from acookingpotandtwistedtales today about Keeping It Real made me write this post and explain my reluctance or apprehension about accepting awards.  I will be borrowing from my comments to Mysticalwriter going forward in this post.

Thanks to all my friends for nominating me for all these award. I am indebted to you but now I am panicked. I have a fear of awards. Is “Awardophobia” a word? Does not seem so as I see the red squiggly line below the word. So I have to either invent it or break it up in two to Award Phobia.
I love the anonymity of the blogosphere. Allows me to hide my pot bellied, BMI fatmanandcomputerchallenged, receding hairline, wrinkled face, toothless grin self very nicely behind my words. Now you are trying to strip away that security by nominating me for all these awards. So let’s make a deal ( Am I sounding like Trump, oh dear!). I will visit all the bloggers you nominated ( no intention of visiting my own blog) and befriend them. I hope I am not shooting myself on my foot. Also I will try to answer the questions you asked to the best of my ability. Hope that will relieve me of writing the dreaded acceptance speech. So here goes.

1. What would you do if you got $50000?
>>> Pay my due taxes and the remainder to my kids’ college fund. Buys brownie points with the govt and my better half.
2. What is it that makes you unique?(Any three things)
>>> Oh dear. This is a tough one. Is anything under the sun unique any more. So with the risk of repeating here they are:
i) I am not a female.
ii) I am not a teenager
iii) I do not know what I am
3. What is your favourite colour? why?
>>> Yellow. Because I am a coward to accept the award.
4.What is your favourite number? Why?
>>> Number 9. That’s a secret.
5.Can you leave your country if you’ll get better future promises in any other country and settle down there.
>>> Already did. What a redundant question.
6.Arranged or Love marriage- preference?
>>> At this age do I have choice? Give me a break.
7.Success or Family- more important?
>>> family success.
8.Pet lover or hater?
>>> This one is easy. Why all the questions could not be like this? Definitely pet lover. Been one all my life.
9. What is your favorite thing to do?
>>> Except blogging ?
10.Your favorite place to go to?
>>> Bed.
11. Sports? Yes or No? Who & What?FootballGladiators
>>>Yes. Gladiator. Russel Crowe.
Wait, that’s a movie.
So the modern age gladiators – NFL. No brainer. They all lose their brains sometime
or other after all those concussions anyway.
12. Advice for new bloggers
>>> Stay away. Seriously. Get a life.
13. How did you start your blog?
>>> Pushed by my better half who must already be resenting her push by now.
14. Five facts about yourself.
>>> Already answered three of them in #2 above. I have to ask my better half for the other two responses. She being the better half must know it better than me. At least she thinks so.

Phew! Done at last.  Never written such a long post, except may be for my high school essays.  That’s why I keep to writing poems. Now that I have come clean, I hope my dear readers (if you have the patience to read this far), you will not judge me harshly. I hope I made the grades. No “D” and “F” please.

Off to tax preparation before I have to confront the worse half!


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Disclaimer: If I forgot to mention any names or awards, it is due to my old age. I am not to be blamed.


	

Morning Hike in our Lovely Neighborhood

Nature’s bounty in full bloom captured during a morning hike.

It was another beautiful
Morning in paradise
Out for a walk with my lady love
My best buddy tagging along
Just for a ride

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Morning sun with its
Golden light
Shining bright
Peacock sunrise
Peeking through the trees
What a lovely sight

Mischievous El Nino
Playing hide and seek
Rains had done its wonders
Nature blooming with early spring
In this glorious day
All thoughts of
The current seekers
Of the president’s chair
Out of the way
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Stop on my track often
Here and there
My buddy ran
His sensory organs
Needed to be satisfied
Internal database replenished
With sweet smell of
Fresh morning grass
Here and there he
Had to leave his mark
Waiting patiently
For his human
To pick up his muck

Oh, What a lovely day
In our corner of the world
Our lovely neighborhood
Blessed by nature’s bounty
To have a morning hike


All photos taken by the author during his morning hike on President’s Day, 2016
 

 

 

Early Spring in NorCal

Spring has arrived early in NorCal, at least around the area I hike on Sunday morning with my friends. Day started nice and cool with a mild breeze and warmed up by the time we completed our seven miles hike on the mountains. Surprise of the day was abundance of flowers so early on along the trails. Alas, no red roses that I could take back to my lady love.Earlyspringcollage