life, lime and lemons

if life gives you lemons, make lemonade, find someone whose life gives you vodka, and have a party

Random Learnings November 15, 2008

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Each day, I am told, teaches you something. Things I recently picked up……..

1) Talk. Make an issue out of each small thing that happens. No matter that all your life being an older child of a single parent, your reaction is to shut up and deal with issues yourself. So go against your basic instinct and be a loud-mouth.

2) People, you never expect to, surprise by asking the most simple but kind question “how are you doing?” rather than “what happened?”
3) When people say “tell me what you think?” or “speak up“, don’t take them literally. Not many people want to hear what you really think.
4) Neither do they say what they really mean. Mulder and Scully probably had it right – trust no one. (except other than those few friends, ‘coz really everyone knows that booze bonding cures all evil)
5) Of course, it is an excellent idea to get a crash course on the games that people play if you want to survive. (no matter what they tell you, they are all playing some as soon as you turn your back)
6) Don’t even bother trying to understand the inner workings of minds of men. (Enough said.)
7) Look for the funny side in everything and everyone around you. Instead of rolling your eyes at the strange-ness of people, take solace in humour. Its much easier to just laugh than trying to understand (the secret no one lets out is that there is no logic to these people!)

Each day brings a new insight for each of us. Feel free to add to the list.


Dear Agony Aunt October 27, 2008

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At 16, I was pretty sure that within the next 10 years I would understand the mysteries of the world. I have this memory of standing at the airport, staring at a group of 25 year olds. They looked so sorted and sure of themselves – like they had defeated the monsters of their worlds. Unfortunately though, the answers havent come to me during the past decade. With a glimmer of hope, I write to you.

How is it that we are able to order something special online, with blind faith, about its quality but unable to reach out to what’s in front of us with that same faith?

Why is it that the want for more never ends? If we are content with what we got, is it a compromise with life? Is compromise a bad deal to make?

Why is it that the same road seems rockier to the other than its seems to us? How does a picture’s simplicity seem so obvious to us and not to the other?

How do we let go of something we never had? How do we ask for something we know we will never get?

Does it make sense to make an effort to achieve some thing? If its truly meant to be, should it be an effortless achievement?

I do pray hard every night for enlightment within the next decade but it would make my life easier at this moment to know the answers. These puzzles lead to sleepless nights and I sure like my sleep. So be a good aunt and answer.

Yours truly,
A hopeless solver of the mysteries.


I wonder. Thats all. July 10, 2008

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“Isnt it strange? I just dont get it! How is it possible? And why is THAT not possible?” Ditzy shouted out these words to the others in the room. She dumped her bags and herself in the middle of the bed. I pulled my legs from where her bags had landed without lifting my eyes. The mystery in the old Brit thriller was unravelling at a fast pace and I didnt want to stop. I didnt hear Whazzy reply either – must be spaced out as usual. Ditzy’s monologue continued…….”how..why….i just dont get it!”

Flakie arose from her slumber on the floor, “What are you going on about? Did the auto-man come on to you again?” Whazzy giggled at that. Ditzy replied, “No!! My date came on to me!” I knew that must have confused Flakie and I was right. “But baby, isnt that the point of the date? One of you kids comes on to the other……and…”

Ditzy explained. “Well, this one I didnt like. Hence, the coming on I didnt like. When I met him at the supermarket, he looked so good that I thought my dreams had come true! But sitting across the table talking about the weather and him and him and some more talk of just him wasnt what my dreams were made of. Why cant they be like Booth? Did you see him last night……they sure showed a LOT of him!” Even I put my book down then and indulged myself in the sinful sweet memories of Mr.Booth from the night before. Putting the stop to each one’s indulgence, I asked, “So whats your point?”

Ditzy explained. Again. “I just find it so strange that there these guys we watch or even read about (pointing to my book) or even at rare times, know of……..who we think are sort of perfect. They are smart, sensible, fun, chilled out and look fine too. But we never seem to end up with a specimen like that. How is that? Why is that? Its not that I ask for a lot.”

Whazzy laughed at that. “You want someone to live up to your dreams and you say thats not a lot.” Ditzy face changed, from frustrated to serious. “But what are my dreams. What are yours? or hers? or hers? (wildly gesturing to the walls and the fan and us) All we want is a bit of sweetness and a bit of spice. Nice and fun. Its strange that we can do that but none of the men we know can. Why not?”

The conversation went on……
But I was stuck on the question.
Why not, indeed?

Dedicated to,
Mr Booth (for spoiling us for anyone else) &
Us (and more like us out there who wonder too)