omg FFS …… enough adelaide … last week we had the most torrid tropical moist weather … very unlike here … we are a very dry state but the cloud cover kept in the moister and the temps were extreme it was you know that awfull sticky kind of weather … we spend days all sticky and constanly sweating … well thats gone now and were back to our crappy hot dry heat again …. yesturday was 37 degree   hot  and dry … i had both my air cons on so the house was fine .. turned them off and slept very comfy last  night …. i missed the news so didnt get todays weather …. but while driving child 4 to school it come over the car sterio … a wonderful 38 …WTF … they have been forcasting us to get rain and lots of it this week due to a cyclone way up north in Queensland ….. who have been flooded out big time . 1 death so far i think a young teen washed into a raging river … poor bugger ….

so were up for another scorcher today here … my garden is going to DIE  i just  know it …. oh shit i should think of that poor boys family shouldnt i …. oh crap ive just spolied my story now …. i feel awful speaking or whinging over this heat now ….ok may his soul rest in peace and place karma bring peace to his family ..

ok i have to move on now ….. oh  we actualy buried my alcoholic uncle last monday too … i didnt go i was sick in bed with gastro but i was going to go … the family hadnt seen him in over 15 years …. and everyone refused to pay a cent for his funeral too …. so he was giving a poorpers funeral by the goverment …. . my mum had to go do all the paper work and identify his body 2 times now .. once at the hospital and one at the funerla before they closed the coffin …. lucky my mother is a morbit bitch and loves that stuff … she goes to anyone funeral .. even friends or friends … she dont know who died but says she is there to support her friend … hahahaha yeh right mother ……

anyway its hot as hell here .. actualy i think this is hell .. could it be hell here in adelaide … sharks eat you at the beaches .. we  are in front list  of worlds serial killings . and our small population isnt even 2 milloin here … were all fucked up and sickos here ….. shit dont come holiday here … if the sharks dont eat you … WE WILL …

I sleep soundly untill 12.30 am when i hear the tiny pitta patter of my 3 yera old (thumberlina) as she climbs silently into my bed ..and nods back to sleep … at 3 am .. i hear this big THUD  and cry as she rolls of my rather high double mattress and hits the floor hard … with one eye open i jump out of bed and turn the light of …. now  i hear the 6 year old calling form her bed .. the big THUD woke her up too … so with one eye open and still alsleep myslef i pick up one child from floor still floppy and almost asleep in my arms … as i enter the girls bedroom i HIT  the top of my arm on the corner of thier bookcase … as a pause for a second … i hold my breath instantly as the pain throbs thou my arm … i clench my teeth tight and take a few wobbly steps back . as i get my balance i move forwards again placing child into her bed … where she turns around and snuggles back into her pillow …. i hug and kiss older sister goodnight and she settles down … i walk out the room breathing deeply and holding my arm… ( boy thats gonna bruise up tomorow i think ) … .i an feel a part of it swelling up now as i climb into bed my wole top arm is killing me aching all over …. i dont know where to put my arm to make it feel comfy now ..( shit shit) i woke  up today feeling like i have a dead arm.. and only a slight bruise … with a bit of swelling still .. ouchhhhh ..OUCHHHHHHH

FRIEND OR FOE ….)))))))))))

ok it has to be said out loud …. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ?

the carer

 the listener

 the counselor

the Dictator

Abandonment

THE GOOD FRIEND

 this seems to be how it goes with many friends . we all go thru good times …. and we just love to sit around with all our girls and share  over  glass of wine … a pot of tea …. or a cafe lunch or two .. we have a good laugh … we  make jokes ….. we hug .and we make ever lasting friend memories together …….

but  how things can change very fast when . were not happy … were not coping .. things get tough at home or within ourselves …. it seems everyone comes running to your aid with advice …. with there knowledge … they give you that caring face of sympathy .. fill you with hugs and h i know………. a few friends drop of out of visiting while others stay …. listening intently to your misery and woo;s .passing you tissues when you need then sitting closer and closer and they hold your hand.

more friends will drop of or go quiet till your usually left with one friend who you continue to confide in …. you ring each other 20 times a day .. she calls to see if your ok …. her attention is amazing and just what you need right now .all your other friends seemed to of vanished into thin air … but you sign in relief as thank god you have this one person who truly cares for your welfare ….. a true friend cares like this ….

she begins to come up with solutions and ideas for you to help ….  you take it in even doing some of what she suggested …. she  becomes like your councilor telling you what do you guiding you every day …… you know that she is right … there simple answers and will fix some of your issues ..but your too over whelmed right now to take those scary steps … you dont have the flow thou power inside you just yet but all her advice  has been taken in ….

days go by she calls you all the time asking if you acted on any of her suggestions …all the time feeding your mind with another of her 5 ideas she becomes quit abrupt now with the conversations expecting you do just get up change your entire life . ie .( leave your abusive husband ) or deal with aggressive children … what ever your reasoning and life is … this friends tried to become more forceful now telling you …. WELL ive told you what to do …. ..

this friend this confidant who you spent hours up all night crying on the phone to … keeping you calm keeping you stable … now begins to feel somewhat pissed off at you even offended that YOUR not listening to them … Your not doing as they suggested ,,,Your not doing what they tell you to do …. they become very bitchy and snappy … you phone them crying and there caring has ceased … there sympathy gone …. there advice whipped away …. they raise their voice telling you to stop it  they have had enough … they have told you how best to solve your problem .. it is YOU who havent listened now …. its YOU who didnt care about there ideas …. they take offence now and cant be bothered supporting you anymore untill you do what they say ….. they then tell you how hard it has been for them how much time and effort they have put into you was all a waste of time because YOU didnt listen … how there mental exhausted from you …. how they cant deal with your insistent whining and not fixing the issue … they tell you they cant handle this situation anymore and must remove themself from it and you all to gether ……and thats it there gone ,,,,

seriously … i know it began with all the best intetions for you .. i know there still a caring person … but WTF ….. how dare they think they are a GOD to be heeded to …. they dont live your life … they dont see and hear and feel what goes on in your life behind closed doors … how can they judge ….. do they know the fear of living with domestic violence .. to they feel the exhaustion it brings …… the fear of leaving and having no home ..no place … and being alone again …. .or the mental anguish of being a  teen and the testing of society of finding yourself ..

its one thing to be sympathetic … to listening .. to caring …. but please have respect for the person in hits situation … we all hit that brick wall at sometime .. but it is US ultimately who needs to do the fixing we need to put it into action …. and it may seem easy to someone on the outside … but when those walls are crushing you .. pinning you in …. all you can handle is to chip away slowly ……. if your going to advice someone remember this is there life not yours ……

been looking forward to this trip for ages now ….. we see tv commercials it breeds rare and endangered spieces like the potoroo.or the woylie … even the bandicoot … small marsupials so i sort of expected to maybe not see them … but for sure we were going to see the ommon roos like  the reds and the western greys those guys are every where up inthe hills … oh and a few koalas to they should be easy to spot in the trees (right) … lets not  foget what warrawong has become famous for and thats THE PLATYPUS .

 yep here it is a worlds first breeding colony … platyus are extremly hard to breed in captivity .. but warrawong  have it all sussed out the perfect conditions .. everything… i was hopeing to see a few splashing about in the pools .warrawong is about 45 hectares of natural bushland un touched and surounded by fox and feral cat proof fencing .hence why endangered speices are being bred here in safety . warrawaong is easy to get to …and FREE …. YES FREE TO ENTER ….. walk ways and board walks triales are everywhere and you must stay on them … NO wondering of into the bushlands  ….. to my shock and horror we were told there is to me food or drink at all taken while in the fenced park ….. WTF ….. the map shows a green grass eating area .. oh well we start our journey at the ponds … ducks and turtles are in abundance …. we come to the rain forest section … hmmmmm i think someone planted 2000 trees of the same kind here .. HMMMM  we kept on the track and walked an all the paths up hills were the killer with a 3 and 6 year old oh plus a pram but i made there dad push that all day …. we looked high in the trees for any sign of a koala ….NOPE WE LOOKED LOW BENETH THE SCRUB  but alas not even a roo … where was all the animals …. we stopped tor est at each seating … there was a few which is good … it was also a very hot day of 34 degrees we knew the roos would be resting ever so silenty in the bush … but hell we  couldnt see any …. it took us a slow hour and a half and we had been around the whole place .. we did spot some tiny but gorgeous birds .. ok time for rest , toilet and something to eat……  we sat on the benches eating our cakes i had brought earlier from the bakery before we left home …. we usualy pack our own lunches and drink …. but this place i guess makes its money from its partons buying food and souviners …. so we brought a few pies and pasties . it was now only 2 pm and we still had half the day to killl . so we went back into the town of stirling and took the kids to the park where we had a great day in the end … hmm ths kids did complain throu out the day that they both had tummy aches but they seemed to eat drink and run around rather fine so we took no notice at all ….. we then drove to another nearby small town of bridgewater.. there we found a football oval and let the kids have a quik run around before heading home …..got the kids back into the car and then all of a sudden  the 3 year old vomit in the back seat …. we took her out car threw out the pretty dress she had worn all day and off we went home …. the long 45 minute drive fulll of now 2 children in back seat of car vomiting ….. got home showered them got buckets and put to bed …. GASTRO .. had struck … i was up every 15 minutes all night cleaning up till morning time … i woke to hear the sound of kids running throu the house … but what was this … OH NOOO now i got it too …..

… wow another year of school begins …… time for worming .. time for NITS . HEAD LICE ….. i kiss my child and send her off to school ….. i look throu my bathroom draw and pull out all the lice treatments i could find …..

 WHOLLY COW … i was shocked to find so many .. and apart from the fact each bottle cost me $20 bucks .. not one bloody works …… these nits have  great imunity to product as fast as they can be made .. some of there are natural ingredience some are chemial …. all promoting they are proven to work …”yeh righto” there full of shit … not one of them worked ..oh then not to mention the  large assortment of combs  aswell

i did find a great metal one that works gread … costing $10 bucks but worth it …. i brought another shorter metal one form the cat and dog section .. but  its not as good as the longer metal one . the plastic ones are shit the teeth break all the time or bend .. at $1 buck there not worth it …. i even use the long metal one after i shampoo my hair …. you wont belive how much dead hair it gets out .. far better than any comb you can by …. you hair is so much finer … smoother after it too im addicted to these one and now own a red one too ….

ok back to the nits …. ive tryed almost ever brand on the market to date .. …IVE HAD ENOUGH

 im going back to the old days of using kerosine … yes thats right a good old kerosene wash on your head leave in 5 mintues for my 3 year and 10 minutes for  the 6 year old and everyone elese in the house …… …. this stuff is the BOMB .. so to speak … just dont light up a ciggarette youll be fine

im so over alll these comertialy made head lice treatments i simply cant offord to waste my money on products that dont work any more ………

wash the kerosene out it takes about 2 washes … obviously be very carefull of getting it on your face and eyes … NOT SAFE FOR KIDS WITH SENSATIVE SKIN

IM SERIOUSL HERE AFTER A FEW WASHES YOU CANT EVEN SMELL IT ON YOUR HAIR

and i guarentee your hair is going to be amazingly smooth silky shiny and eggs will just fall out no need to sit there and pick them out one by one …. there just gone …. this stuff works ….

while me and the father of my 2 youngest children seperated over 2 years ago ….. we still  take the time to do family things together with the chidren …… our aim is to teach them that being seperated does not mean you need to feel less loved or miss out on time together …. … we love all the wildlife parks .. we have so many here in adelaide … this was Gorge wildlife park … we had a ball feeding the bats . and feeding the kangaroos too …………….. this is a wallaby …. with her baby sitting in her pouch  

this is a corella … ..

this here is a flying  fox … but yeh its a bat .. lol

this is a Kookaburra .. what a gorgoeus sound they make too

It should be banned … it should be illegal for women to have to go around doing manly things with there delicate hands ….

CARS ….. OK  im a mum of 4 and am never clean so im more than happy to fill my radiator up with water … i check my car battery fluid .. i do oil … i do brake fluid oh and not forgetting transmission fluid …. god its already enough KIDS KIDS REMEMEBER GOTTA deal with them as well cook clean maintain the car …. ( becasue im a single mother …)

so i needed this special oil for this bottle that sits under my bonnet …. ok about 5 years ago in australia ALL petrol stations stopped selling Leaded petrol .. which was all most older cars ran on .. so we either had to pay mechanic to do a unleaded change over … or for poor humans like me … I payed $60 Bucks for this change over valve saver bottle …. you fill it up with special oil and it works on a drip system so now my car runs smoothly on UNleaded petrol …. ive now used all the bottle up .. wow it lasted 5 years … so time for a new bottle of oil to fill her up with ….

WEll im a bloody women … i dont know what this thing is called nor do i know the name of the oil that is required …. to i go to ROBS fuels fill up with petrol and ask him for a bottle of this change over oil for a leaded kit … he looks dumbfounded at me ….. as i look back at him dumb founded … i mean he runs a petrol station and sells oils ..plus the FACT he is a man …. he should know what i mean ….. I need oil for my kit … no no its not the stuff you pour into your petrol tank … another man behind me gets into the convo telling me what its called .. well no ROB didnt have any … so i take child 3 to school … first day back at school after 7 weeks on holidays ,,,,, im so fucking happy … ok i drive with 3 year old to another proper auto shop ….. i seek out a man and explain the same as i did to rob because to be honest …. even tho the guy behind us old me what it was  .. he may of just spoken alien to me because it went in one ear and out the other .. all i remember him saying is UP fluid … again this guy at auto shop  frowned as he walked me to the oil isle picking up bottles and reading as i kept explaining my oil bottle to him … Its under my bonnet . drip system … wtf is wrong with these men why can’t they get me …

finaly after him picking up bottle after bottle me following behind him saying …NO its yellow stuff .. came in a  box  and its a 1 litre bottle … getting no where and still frowning at me he goes and asked the other attended …. oh my fuckin god … HE  too has no idea what im on about …..

Your men …. just 5 years ago most cars ran on Leaded petrol i can assure you we didnt get a population of  leaded cars being crushed at scrap yards while the whole of australia went and brought unleaded cars ….nooooo YOU DICKS … 1000’s upon 1000’s of motorist have these fooking kits in there car … and you 3 stupid men dont get what im saying … ggrrr

i pack child back in car for our 3 rd try at another  mens auto shop …. i explained it to him … he had no expression  on his face .. i almost like i was invading some special men group shop

 he glares at me as if to say .. what the hell is  a woman doing in here …NOT a smile came from his ugly face … Not a can i help you came from his crooked lips … BUT he knew what i was talking about … he picked up the bottle said one word to me …..THIS…. .. what like i was ment to know if that was what i bloody needed … hell i have no idea i expected him to know … Its was in a litre bottle … it was yellow … looked like the same stuff i had before .  his scary face went to the check out .. by now his grumpiness reminded my of my drunken step dad .. i feel invasive and was to scared to question him …. i really wonted to ask him are you sure this is the stuff … but i feared that look again … to i payed the $18 and took child by hand and walked out …….. got home opened up my bonnet … there on the stupid bottle was the words VALVE SAVER FLUID ….the bottle in my hand said VALVE SAVER FLUID …. shit i should of looked and just wrote that on paper for goodness sakes ….

I am ashamed….but I’ll admit it anyhow: I graduated with a degree in Computer Engineering, and I was petrified/terrified/intimidated/timorous/cowed/rattled/panic-stricken/discouraged/dismayed/distressed by Linux and its monstrous/mammoth/massive/titanic/mighty/stupendous/towering/colossal/whopping/gigantic methods of tweaking/tuning/setting up/calibrating/adjusting it. Now you might wonder why I am wasting my time wracking my brain for the last twenty minutes of my time for finding synonyms for afraid, huge and change(that was to prove to some individuals who challenged my vocabulary some time back), but that is a different story all-together.

Believe me, I was never a Linux guy. My mantra was: rip off Microsoft by using pirated copies of Windows XP. The only time I had Linux in my life before coming to IIITB was in my 6th Semester in B.Tech, when I had System Software & Administration(for those lowly humans who don’t know what it is, it is simply Operating Systems Maintainance), and I had ordered 5 cds of Ubuntu 6.06(Dapper Drake) from Canonical to try it out. Well, I made the mistake of being the first one in the class to install it on my desktop, and then tell my buddies that I did it on my own, I had a rough month helping everyone with their installations. I am about to go to sleep at night, and my cell phone starts shouting, signalling that I have a call to accept. Another half-hour of much-needed sleep down the drain. Eventually, I used to switch off my phone before sleeping. I even had to make a couple of visits to my friends’ place to set up their system after they goofed up big time !!!

And two days ino IIITB, people start talking about Jaunty(Ubuntu 9.04) and why it is a must. Prof. RC actually insisted on the fact that we should know about gdb(the GNU debugger), and all hell actually broke loose. I tried to stay away from Linux, and I was awestruck seeing guys like Vamsi and Arun living off Linux as if their life depended on it. In fact, when Arun to stay opposite to my room, and I used to knock his door for some casual chat, I would find his hands firing away commands on the terminal. Whoa, it used to hit me like a culture shock. Firstly, Linux, then CLI !!! Who are these guys !!!

First semester passed by, and in came Second Semester with Prof. Srisha Rao and Operating Systems, and the First Assignment. I won’t go into the details of it, but bottom line was: the entire assignment had to be done on Linux. Oops, not one of my favourites. And then I made the biggest mistake in life, I had allocated only 8 gb for the Linux root partition. So, a couple of assignments later and a major goof-up, i had to format my system to allocate more space to it. A couple of solved answers and some 5 man-hours down the drain, I decided it was time to go Linux, all the way.

It is said that the first few steps were always the hardest. For me, it was a hell lot of steps, the number of steps that you have to climb to get to the 5th floor. The luring sight of the Windows XP boot at the grub beckoned me every time I booted my laptop, and I decided not to shut it down throughout the day. Internet wasn’t working in Linux, and I blamed it on Linux. But later I found out that the DHCP server is what is causing the problem, and switched to manual IP configuration, and it started working like a charm. I was missing Windows Media Player 10, and RhythmBox wasn’t the best of choices in Ubuntu, but still I stuck to it. And then, it happened.

My Windows XP had become pretty slow, due to loads of viruses which my out-of-date Nod32 antivirus could not detect when I kept on putting in everyone’s portables without scanning. So I decide to format it. And then, I realised that I didn’t have the audio drivers for XP. I ran helter-skelter to get a copy of it, but in vain. That was the last straw. I realised that I would have no other option but to stick to Linux. So I decided to try out some of its features which are not available in Windows.

I had just got my new 320 gig WD portable. I decided to make a backup of my 80 gig laptop hdd using rsync. The unique property of rsync is that it only updates the deltas in your files(the changes that you made to a file before backing it up). So, if you have a 40 gb folder, where you made some changes in a couple of files, you don’t need to copy the entire contents. Rsync will automatically update the diffs and save me some 30 mins in the process. So, I spent some two hours on the internet fine-tuning my script which would do all the job for me. And then I ran it.

Zzzzziiiiiiiiiipppppppp. In some 15 minutes flat, my entire 80 gig laptop hdd’s mirror was resting in my portable. Whoaaa !!! Imagine if you had to copy-paste all the stuff yourself. Now I plan to do verison-control of the data as well. There is a utility called SBackup who does the job for you, but it comes with a GUI, and I am determined to stay away from it. Terminal will be my purpose in life for the next two years at the least. And I’ll use Windows only when someone holds a gun to my head and asks me to use it.

Looks like someone is learning it the hard way !! But at least he’s learning !!

the 80;s begin and i reach pre puberty aged 11 music is funky … the clothes brightly coloured. I sit in my room playing with my new Barbie doll and brand new swimming pool (for her) yeh baby … im feeling cool … im happy ..life is great ….my innocent mind goes to playing fantasy land with  my new beach Barbie  .. . oops theres a bit of water all over the floor from me carting cups of water into my bedroom trying to fill up the big barbi pool …… mums calls for dinner time … so i go to the kitchen grab my plate and walk into the lounge and take my place on the floor next to my sisters in front of the tv …… the BBC theme comes on ….. and

THE BENNY HILL SHOW begins … a show about some fat old pervy man chasing young half naked women around doing short sketches containing nothing but adult humour i had no understanding of … but we all sat around and laughed at it all ….. the women were cheeky … the  tiny bald headed man he kept slapping his head … that shit was hilarious to an 11 year old ….. we st down religiously each saturday night to was benny hill … then Dick emory was on later …… during the day of course i loved to watch all of those  Carry on movies with there sexual inuendo .but again i loved it and didnt think anything naughty about it all ….. then my fav show in the world was on 6 pm each night THE KENNY EVERETT SHOW ..this was hilarious . another show with short sketched … they were all what i thought non sexual and just funny …. but kenny always had one music clip in each show … and music was my life back then too i adored the HOT GOSSIP  dancers he had on ……..each sunday afternoon was the music show from 2 pm till 3 it showed the latest music clips form that time my idols were boney M … donna summer … now kate bush i had an obsession for http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ot3cVY1JESQ i swore she use to sing directly at me her eyes seem to go right thru you … i wanted to be her ….. she was weired like me … she was an individual like me …. she did her own thing no matter how strange it was she wasnt afraid to look wierd …. dance weird or dress wierd …  she was my idol …. now hitting the BIG 40 im looking back reflecting on my life ……. GOD WE WERE A SEXUALIZED BUNCH …. i didnt even realise it then i came from an open family in the first place … although we were banned from watching many david Attenborough documentary about life hmmmmmmm go figure that out ….anyway at the end of the day i went back to playing with my barbie and back to inocence …being generation X … im wondering if this is why ive hit 40 and feel that i am a sexually liberated women ….. and luck with a few fellas to i guess … i love getting older … im embracing the next 40 years of my life ……. WOOOO HOOOOO ….

i try stick to my local shops for most of my food and other supplys and stay away from the big shopping malls as much as i possibly can …. but when a girl is in need of clothes shoes or school supplys she must go ….. not been there since before Xmas actually and didnt take the kids with me last time either …. but this time i had to …. was time to stock up on all those school supplys so child 4 sits in the trolley and child 3 aged 6 follows behind .. we walk in the doors to be confronted by a wiggles ride .. i  here the excited screams right in my ear … ride ride i wont a ride . I calmly tell 3 yr old .. maybe when we  are finished ill  let you have a ride before home …. i push trolley around the corner … and there infron us us is a childs aroplane coin ride …. the shrieks of excitement echo down the halls again … as i repeat my last suggestion…… we buy the shoes and walk down to the clothes shop .. wow right in front a a coin carousel .. BRIGHT ..  music going … 3 horses daintily go around and around … as the screams begin to come out 3 yr olds mouth i utter the words NO very quickly and walk past … lunchtime comes and we settle to eat a hot dog and sit …. behind me i can bloody hear the high pitch sounds of yet another coin musical ride … i keep the attention of 3 yr old eating her hotdog for about ohhh 40 seconds before she sees this one … NO .. i said …..she begins to get louder and eventually a full on tantrum in the shops occurs …. her rush of excitement at each ride must be messing with her head by now ……. as her tantrum becomes a throw my food on the floor … so i swiftly place her back in the trolley tightly clenching my teeth as i speak in my very quiet yet angry voice …NO …. as i hurriedly walk of … still needing to do my last few erins i rush speaking only the words ..hurry up and NO .. by this time i was just seeking the seclution of my car … we approach the big sliding door to exit the shop … oh SHIT … THE WIGGLES RIDE ….. she begins to open her mouth knowing we are about to leave the complex …. i knew what was about to come .. i knew it was going to happen and so did she … she utters the words loudly WIGGLES RIDE .. .. yesyes yes i huridly answered back so a  tantrum didnt ensue and bring me even more shame and embarrassment … she gets on ..i place my money in and the wiggles sing there merry song and glides around ….. 3 minutes later it stops ..time to go home …. but 3 yr old has her mind set on riding on all 3 of the displays  cars … her voice gets louder as i approach to grab her ….. OMG in my panic i pick her up and quickly place her in the red car …. she sits waiting for money …oH shit …. if i get her now she will only pull a big tantrum and embarrass me … so i reach into my purse and again my 2 dollar coin disapears  into the slot and the ride begins … i slump over the trolley looking at my feet waiting for it to stop …. there is  plane i now know she will wont to ride on next …. i need to stop and put my foot down .. ive already let her win twice …. have i already blown it … the ride again stops as she yells to sit on the plane . the last of the wiggles ride ….. but i wont to go home i had no choice but to simply grab her throw her in the back of the trolley and rush as fast as i could down to the dark car park yelling NO MORE all the way home  it was such an exciting part of my shopping adventure ……now .. is it kids i really hate here or is it the shopping malls i wonder …. i was shocked to see a child ride t every damn corner ….. its creates frustration and torture to a childs scences in those places … i dont blame my child for getting stressed at all …… these things are there to trick us . make our children in control making us submit to there anxiety … I JUST WONT A SIMPLE LIFE ….. i just wont take them with me for ever and ever

thursday the 21st jan the day befor child 4 turns 22 …. how sweet it that to  she will be having one of those once in a life time moments …. … turning 22 of the 22nd on jan   … simple fact i know .. but you only get this once in your life so take notice of it even if for just 3 seconds as a passing thought in your mind ………… so anyway … its going to be a nasty hot temperature of 40 today or to some it mean 104 F . here in the state that i am the air is very dry aswell … we dont have tropical heat like they do up in Queensland … im situated in adelaide … bottom end of australia … im cradled in the great australia bite as it is knows …. and yep plenty  sharks here aswell …. our beaches are patroled by plane each summer and many warnings go out …but that just life here …..  like many places in the world …. sharks are just evil things that eat us ..maybe we should stop goin in the water … meh ...so my job today was to go food shopping …. and with any luck the kids dad had paid his maitenance and i will be able to go buy  child 3 a new lot of school uniform tops and pants n shoes … school is about to comence again for the year so i like to get my stock up as in a few weeks no shops will be seilling school uniform  clothes …. its bullshit …. im poor buy your expected to pull a few 100 bucks out your ass to buy everything you need for the whole year basicly …. i wont be paying 35 bucks for a new school bag just yet .. she has two that still work so im not waisting more money on that just yet … anyway its 40 today .. hell i ownt be goin out the door … been up watered all the garden in the hope most will still be alive come this afternoon … its also daylight savings here to  so it dosent get dark till about 9 pm and sun up is about 6.30ish ….

its Wednesday the something something of january …

ive woken up after a bit of a sleep in till 8.30   its going to be a sweet 31 degrees today..its now 10 am all the house is a buzz …i hear 3 tv;s going in the house .. ive done the dishes… child 4 is lying on the floor watching play school while … (((((oi piss of fly ) lots of flys around today ….anyway child 3 is sitting on floor with 7 mth grandson helping him practice his sitting up alone … for a big fella he is doin rather well … not sure if i mentioned that all 1234 children of myn are all little women …. never got the son i always wonted …but its ok i now have him in my gorgeous grandson and he lives with us so i hear him all night … have to keep my house spotless of all crumbs now he is crawling ….. (WHAT the hell is with these flys today ) … ive already been up  before the kids woke and went out the back and watered my little garden….its so peaceful out there … you hear the pink galahs fly by on there way down south each morning … theres about 50 that fly over … then theres the white correllas that i seem to be in there flight path aswell as they go south for the day …. .but im lucky next door had a big gum tree where the rainbow lorikeets rest in on there way down south too … gorgeous birds so very pretty … but dont catch them there nasty buggers … rip your hand to pieces with there sharp beaks … as usual chloe the new kitten came with me to the garden and straight away caught her first mouse for the day …. i think her count in now 30 … she was a good investment that one … ohhhh ok im off to enjoy my simple coffee outside watch the sky for a bit listen to the birds …. god i love this simple life ….

after the sad events that took place over a two week period in our garden …. menaing this heat wave ontop of heat wave we have been having .. now both family loved 3 year old Henny & penny our egg laying chooks (chickens ) have died … well i hope your happy mother nature now i have to buy eggs …. but one good thing was the kids now have ther cubby house back as i stole it to make an indoor garden to raise my veggie seeds in … works amazing …but now i gain control of this massive chicken coop its a large L shape with 3 compartments .. eacg big enough to swing a cat in …..so wow thats big ……ive collected all my nasty evil but yummy coke bottles ..(yes i have an addiction ) .. faulse teeth here i come …. anyway i cut the tops off filled with good potting mix and seeded my heart away …

theres tomatos 4 diffrent types might i add …

radishes

 potatos

peas

lettuce

cucmber

and wow round carrots (well i never )

there just begining to sprout now …. its so exciting ..

OH CRAP … i went of track here was ment to be talking about the mouses …. well anyway while the chooks where livng there the mice desided to lay there tunnels all under the coop small holes were all ove rthe place … and when it rained some holes got drentched in water and out poped a mouse or too … which made a lovely morsel of yum yum for the chickens….they fought like two bitches traped in a cage over a peice of man flesh …..was fun to watch …. but now sadly they are gone …. our new kitten 6 mth old chloe was a wild ferral cat living next door that came womdering into our house aged 6 weeks … starving and cat flu riden so we kept her …just had her desexed actualy 2 weeks ago she is healthy and doing well .. she follows me everywhere ..so ofcourse when i got my new garden shed she came in to … striaght away she caught a mouse WOW she was fast …. it wasnt long before she keept bringing in about 5 each day to the house . some half alive …i allowed her to have her play .. no im not being cruel .. a mouse is the same as a garden slug ….. they have no use to me at all …so anyway ive had my massive garden shed for about a week now .. and choles mouse tally today …. oops ewwwww CHLOE she just offered me a mouse at my feet as i sit here .. ok thank you … OK THE TALLY NOW STANDS AT 23 ….

i just cant stand this anymore. this is our 3rd day of weather over 40 degrees or 112 F i think … we had 39 on friday then 41 on saturday 43 on sunday and 41 today the cool change is ment to be tongiht and i bloody well hope so tooo …. since last week now both my egg laying chickens have died there tin shed must of been just shocking for them i gave lots of water and watered the whole shed at night … but it wasnt enough …. im hopeing to that maybe it has killed a few of the 14 ferral wild diseased cats from next door too gggrrrrrr ….im in a brick house but you can feel the heat by touching the inside walls … the change will come but it will take a few more days for the house to cool so we will stiill be sitting here sweating like pigs ….. anyway thats my heat bitch ….. IM OVER IT

ok welcome … so it all starts in here does it … well i guess its good timing really … its now january Xmas is over thank goodness …. all the children in the land are about to enter back into school .. pity it wont have much impact on my life …. i will still have my 3 year old home with me 24/7 she not able to really fend for herself just yet …… shame .. but im use to being the mother slave in this house ….. my 19 year old daughter will still be here sitting in her room  all day spending most of her time  doing her own thing around the house and totally ignoring my needs ..the fact that she comes with 7 mth child isnt too bad ….. i backed of right from the start leaving her to find her own way around a new born …. and well surprise surprise she came good anyway ……. she was once a homeless rebellious teen but soon came home wanting the simple life once again …. all your needs met .. dinner served each night … house work all done by her gracious mother what else could a teen mother ask for….. there there is the other child 22 year old .. with a 3 bedroom house already full up by my 3 daughters and 1 grandson ..oops i forgot child number 3 pfft god how can i forget that one .aged 6 and i fear already hormonal .she is my worst enemy CLASH of the titans around that one …. she begins her life by stealing my very own birthday of all things ….. what child does that to ther parent i ask you …. .its just so selfish of her … and dont be fooled by her toothy smile .. she knew it was my one day of the year to have a free meal and not have to cook on that day for the rest of my children’s living life …. AND SHE TOOK IT FROM ME …… anyway 2 leos isnt a good mix either …. .. ok back to my poor eldest child number 1 .. ok ive sort of done this story around the wrong way .. but im sure your all clever enough to count to 4 … ok back to poor neglected child 1 …  a strange one as a child .. i simply had no connection with at all …she seemed to rebel as a child then settled as she hit teens …. it took me for ever to get her to move out of home …. 18 she was a late bloomer in my house clung onto my apron for dear life …. she was in love with a man left school at 15 but had worked every day since … my good girl she is .. my number 1 child …. anyway like all first virginal loves … it never lasts does it …. she lived with friends met a new man … a real looser that one spent 2 years with him …. seeing that sister number 2 came back home .. she soon followed back home to the simple life with mummy again ….

but mummy was happy living with just the 2 little ones all alone peaceful n silent and little house work to do …. all the rooms were taken … hotel was full up no place for child 1 ..ah HUH .. there was a shed out the back ….. she soon took over and claimed it her dungeon    … just big enough to fit in bedroom furniture and nothing more …..

so now my happy home is full of the sound of more baby cries .. the thumping of music coming from a tin shed out back … i now have washing up to my eye balls .. dished beyond ceiling .. little kids dragging in sand from sand pit out the back … its australia .. its summer .. its bloody hot …  the noise in my house that ones went silent come dark … now i hear the constant beeping of the microwave as the baby grandsons milk bottles get warmed up all hours of the night ….. .sex men .HAHAHAHAAH dont even mention those imaginary things to me … like i have time for me …. im 40 look pretty damn good if i do say so myself .. but will sit here and rot with the bag of oranges cause there just inst time for me in my simple life ….. im wondering is this even earth …..

Unicef

I want to bring 100,000 souls back to life.

But I cannot. Not even 100. Not even one.

I have sat in front of the TV for the past three days, my eyes fixated on the screen that shows me image after image of the devastation that has overcome Haiti’s capital city of Port-au-Prince.

I feel like I know these people. Perhaps because they are not much different than me.  They still laugh at the sun, cry when in pain, kiss the ground for fortune and seek to understand why we walk this earth. Just like me. What separates us? A few borders and a word called economics.

In the past few months I have applied to service programs for the upcoming year. One of the programs that I have interviewed for is  a Catholic grade school in Port-au-Prince, where I would be teaching for 10 months. The same city that sits battered and restless on every news station right now. So I cannot help but see the tragedy that has struck and beg the question: Why? Why these beautiful people? Why this country? Why any country for that matter?

I wonder why this had to happen to a nation that cannot stomach the after math.

These people live in 4th world living conditions. Scrounging for food and water is a daily exercise for them. They beg for people to take their children so that they will a chance at a better life. Can you imagine having a child and loving him or her so much that you give them up because you cannot give them anything? Imagine how your heart might break to see that you cannot given even basic necessities to your child. The lady who interviewed me for the program said almost nonchalantly, “a child is more likely to die of malnutrition in Haiti than to get an education.”

And here I am. Sipping a cup of coffee that costs four dollars. Enjoying the care free life a college student. Getting frustrated when my computer does not load quick enough for my Millenial standards. Crying over passports, too much to do, spilled milk and other “Grown Up Obligations”.

Now I won’t let this realization go to waste. I will learn from it.

The following is an excerpt from one of my favorite books, Dan Zadra’s and Kobi Yamada’s How Many People Does It Take to Make a Difference :

YOU ARE ROYALTY.

If you have food in your refrigerator, clothes on your back, a roof overhead and a place to sleep…you are richer than 75% of the world’s population.

If you have a little money in the bank or spare change in a dish someplace…you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy.

If you can drink from your kitchen faucet whenever you want…you are more fortunate by far than 1.5 billion people who have no access to clean water at all.

If you can attend a church or political rally without fear of harassment, arrest, torture or death…you have the kind of freedom denied to more than three billion people in the world.

If you can read this message, you are more blessed than two billion people who cannot read at all.

If your everyday problems are weighing you down, there are millions of people on Earth who would gladly trade places with you right now – problems and all – and feel they have been royally blessed.

Remember: “From those to whom much is given, much is expected.”

We have it good, really good, better than we can even imagine. We wake up every day and we go to the cabinet to get some food and if we are out we simply head to the grocery store and fill up a cart. That is absolutely amazing people. We have the luxury of driving from place to place, of washing our clothes when they get dirty, of bathing ourselves in hot water and of knowing that more than likely we will see our loved ones in the morning. We are blessed and we should never forget it.

Count your blessings one by one.

A Place To Call Home. Loved Ones. Friends. Laughter. Good Food. Warmth. Money. Ambition. A Whole Family. Technology. Clean Water. Conversation. Luxuries. Education. Safety. Arms & Legs & A Beautiful Face. A Voice. A Heart That Is Not Broken.

Count your blessings one by one.

Keep counting until the day is done.

What will you do today to appreciate your blessings?

More to come…

Haiti needs our help. Please act/ pray/ donate/ give/ think/ accordingly. Thank you.

Eight days has passed by, without me realizing that it was that long that I’ve not posted anything. With OS projects, this-and-that and all else included, it was almost 1 am in the morning before I went to sleep and wake up at 6:45 in the morning the next day, wake up Avinash and go for jogging. Even blog honchos like Bharath and Koushik started voicing their concerns about my blogging. So I thought, what better day to write something than the newest member of our floor, the coolest fish on Planet E, my fish, Mr. Phishy !!!

I had been pestering Vasanth for the last two months ever since he told me that he had been breeding fishes. But sadly enough, the tigers he had been breeding had a miscarriage and the fighters fought with each other and the female was killed in the process. So, I was kinda sad that I would not be able to keep a fish. But Vasanth did something way out of the ordinary. He got me one awesome looking fighter from the market.

It’s a really beautiful one, an alpha-male. The body is primarily bluish green, ending in a haze of brilliant red. The lower fin is brilliant red, while the upper fin is light green. Vasanth got it in a small jar, and Mr. Phishy was giddy after the dizzyingly fast bike ride. I felt in love with him the first time I saw him. It was a brotherly love, someone you can blindly give an eye for. The feeling was just exquisite.

Now Rashmi has been pestering me the entire day to show her Mr. Phishy. But I have greater plans for him, he’s gonna be my Wingman. Barney Stinson has a suit already, the only thing that was missing was a Wingman, and Mr. Phishy fits right in, just perfect. Together, we are gonna patrol the streets of B’lore, and pick up chicks in Bharath’s bike which he has promised to let me take it out for a spin(:P). No girls can meet him for the next one month, during which I am gonna give him all the training I have on me to impress gals, complete with pick-up lines like “How was Heaven when you left it? ” and “You must be going to hell, because it is a sin to look that good! ” and “You’ve made me so nervous that I’ve totally forgotten my standard pick-up line! “etcetera etcetera. The biggest flirt is just in town, and gals, it’s not a long time before he steals your hearts and pass me a couple along the way! Rashmi, this is someone you can never lay your hands on. He’s definitely meant for bigger and better shots at life, and I am gonna see that he gets them, or else I will die trying.

But Mr. Phishy, being awesome as me, and perhaps even more so after I train him, has an eclectic diet to keep up his physique. Vasanth forgot to bring him the fish pellets that he likes, and he frowned when he was given the piece of information. He asked for freshly killed mosquitoes in the evening. Just one, maybe two, if he felt for another one. So, I had to almost go to the bathroom to find him one freshly-killed female anopheles. He was not satisfied with the size and turned his face away when served. We hoped Mr. P would forgive us for our ignorance and careless attitude, and we begged for giving us one chance, just once more. He did give us, and much to our relief, had the mosquito. It was one lucky mosquitoe, because the other female anopheleses were literally falling on our feet to be served before Mr. Phishy.

Mr. Phishy, you just made my day! Now I can study for tomorrow’s MMC exam. Thanks a ton, bro !! You rule, and you know it!!!

No point in boring with you guys with the journey from home…..it was pretty boring anyways……36 hours on the train always is.

Anyways, I got down at K R Puram at 6 am in the morning. The train was only 10 mins late and I was soon out in the cool B’lore weather that I’ve come to like in the past few months. And then, I bumped into an old senior of mine from grad college. Both of us were feeling sleepy, so we kept the niceties aside and hardly exchanged any words. We hired an auto to Silk Board and I almost fell asleep on the way, but the cold air and the big bumpers did their job to keep me awake.

My luggage was heavy, I won’t deny. And it was almost 30 kilos, minimum. I was groggy from 4 hours of sleep in the previous night. I boarded a bus which would take me to Electronics City, and I got off some 3 stops early at Hosa Road. Luckily enough, I immediately got a Big 10 which dropped me at the intersection close to Siemens.

They say, the last few steps are always the hardest. For me, the last few steps were some 300 metres, and things got way compounded with my super-heavy luggage. Three bulky bags, I looked like someone kicked out of home and was hunting for accommodation. My hands were chafed with the unforgiving belts of the bags, and every few steps, I stopped to change the luggage in my hands. As I was coming down the incline from the entrance of our college, I could not help but smiling thinking that I did not listen to Vasanth to shift to the top floor and only had to climb a floor.

Entered my room, and saw that everything was exactly as I had left them, and that Mother Nature had protected them with a layer of dust. 10 mins later, all unpacked and the bed made, I was sipping into a cup of coffee. Yummmmm, it felt so good.

Well, I won’t deny that I ever regretted going home. Yes, I felt bored a lot,and that was only because I had nothing to do, the stuffing of food was irritating at times. And I missed the view from my window. The early morning sun sneaking past the thick mist diluting it in the process is something I like very much. And I guess staying in hostel makes you closer to your buddies. Hell, I missed them a lot. And I hugged all of them once I bumped into them.

One thing I did after coming here: I am listening to live streaming of songs. It feels so good when you have been subjected to the mental agony of using dialup and you couldn’t download a song at more than 3kbps, 4 if you are lucky. It’ll take me a few days to get rid of this silly habit.

Big Daddy is back in town…..babyy !!!

Okay, let’s face it. Corruption has reached new heights, and though some people might have a different opinion to share, including me, at least before today afternoon, I give in. And I am amazed at the sheer scale it is operating these days, and yes, it has reached the Indian Railways, and the methods by which it is operating is so cunning, not only me, but even my dad, who is a Railways Official, is wonderstruck.

Since my dad is in the Railways, I get the benefit of a free pass on 2-tier AC, and I will keep getting it as long as I am a student. Now, I am at home and I need to go to Bangalore to go and resume my studies there. So I told my dad to get me a ticket on the 2nd of January, so that I could be in Bangalore by 4th morning, just in time to settle down and attend classes from the next day. And so today, at 4 pm on 1st January,2010, the very first day of the decade, my dad rings me up to say that I can’t get tickets as our (Dis)Hon’ble Railways Minister has been issuing passes indirectly to strengthen her vote bank.

What happens is pretty simple and straightforward: like most scams do. You want to go to someplace; just get a ticket. You don’t get reservation, as always. So all you need to do is to get hold of a party member of Mamata Bannerjee, give him 500/- to get a letter issued by her secretary, and take that and give it to the guy handling the emergency quotas, saying that it has been issued by the Minister herself. And no Railway Official has the guts to say No to such letters, as your chances of promotion will become zero, and there might be cases you may get kicked out. So no risks, I don’t get a ticket confirmation as someone else has paid 500/- to Mamata’s party coffers. Dad says that he contacted the Officer who is in charge of allocating quotas, and he gives him this astonishing piece of information. And he also tells him that requests like these have been coming in bunches everyday. Now I have to go to Chennai and then take the night train to Bangalore, like hundreds others who were a li’l less fortunate.

So we were discussing this thing on the dinner table. And my granny says that things like these never happened in Lalu’s time. I said that Yes, maybe not here, but Patnaites might have had a tough time these days. Dad says that these things did not happen when Mamata was the Rail Minister earlier.

This thing has reached such a rampant scale that it came in the papers a few days earlier. So I reflect: someone who was dumb doesn’t mean he(she in this case) will remain dumb for ever. You need money, and you have the power. All you need is to issue a letter of authority for a few hundred rupees, and you can bend the rules your way. After all, criminals need to be smart, and they learn from their own mistakes. People like Lalu Prasad and George Fernandez got caught in the fodder and coffin scams only because they did their heists on a grand scale, and maybe they didn’t split it with their subordinates. And it’s only a few hundred rupees in this case. It’s simple and neat, and no one can trace a thing.

My dad will have a tough time sleeping tonight. This is the first time in his 30 years of service that he has not been able to get a ticket on a pass, and he will have a rough night digesting it. Now I can’t go and give him some digestive tablets, but dad, you can’t beat corruption, that too so smooth and organised. Chill, next time onwards, I’d rather book a flight ticket and be home quicker. After all, I need to spend my scholarship money somehow! That is something the Minister can’t take from me. Period.

And stop nudging me on joining the Government Services. We both got to know how it works these days. It’s sad that we learnt it the hard way, but still, better late than never!

LAPTOP AKU ROSAK !!

laptop oldskool yg telah berkhidmat padaku dengan taat setia selama 5 tahun..tetiba x berfungsi lagi. NoooOOOooooOOoo!!!
Mengapa? Mengapa?? mengapa semua ini terjadi kepadaku.Mengapa laptopku xbley ON lagi?aku dah antar gi kedai..ntah apa la nasib laptop tu.mintak2 semuanya ok ok aja.

Skarang aku online guna pc kat umah yg juga dikategorikan sebagai oldskool..pc aku zaman form 4 dulu. Dulu pc ni la teman di kala kesepian,kegembiraan,kegila-gilaan,dan kegersangan..opss.
Bila dapat laptop first sem diploma..itu la madu itu la racun aku..ceewahh.Pendek kata itu la best friend ! Haihsss sedih terkenangkan laptop.

Aku jadi mati akal kat umah..dah la cuti sem..xde laptop plak tu..apa aku nak buat??waktu tidur pun dah berubah..tercongok aku kt ruang tamu kul 2-3 pagi tapi xtau nk buat apa. Last2..aku baca novel je.nasib baik aku bawak balik novel yg aku x sempat nk abiskan kat cyber tu.

Siang hari memang riuh umah aku..dah jadi pusat karaoke.hehe.al-kisahnya aritu bapak aku keluarkan koleksi vcd dia zaman dulu2.aku tengok banyak betul vcd karaoke..so aku pun tampa melengahkan masa terus pegi beli microphone (2 plak tu). End up, kami satu family melalak ngan org gaji aku skali join sekaki. P.ramlee,Saloma,S.jibeng,A.ramli,Uk’s,Dangdut,Rock kapak,Rock Batu,semua ada..sakit tekak aku..hohoho.

Ohh lupa entry aku pasal new year. Dah nk masuk 2010 rupanya.Kalau aku cerita kat blog pasal perasaan aku mesti 4 hari 4 malam pun x abis.Yg pasti aku rasa sayu..first time rasa macam ni bila new year.Macam2 dah jadi..Macam2 plan,tapi tuhan jugak yg tentukan semua. Hanya family yg dekat di hati..
Aku rasa macam baru sangat aku tulis entry pasal new year kat blog ni..maybe sebab aku jarang update blog..or maybe sebab masa memang cepat sangat berlalu.subhanallah.

I met Tarun online a couple of days ago. He was definitely having a good time at home, he said, been to Delhi and his hometown in UP, and to top it off, he had driven his Accent to his old college, which is 21 kms from his home, and the roads were empty and smooth, so he drove the car at 120 kmph. I too had to top him off in some way, so I told him that I too went some 3 kms from my place, and had driven my dad’s old scooter at 25 kmph tops , thanks to the roads.

The local municipality had installed new water pipes in front of our homes some 6 months back. The roads were dug to the gills, and new fat pipes were put in. I even bumped the scooter’s kick-paddle to the pipes laid on the road one day and twisted it and spent some money and some anxious moments getting it fixed it before dad could notice it. Now I don’t know if the water supply has improved or not, but one thing I noticed was: the roads were still the same 6 months later. Same old patchwork with broken bricks and mortar, one proper rain could wash all of it to the Hugli. What can I say! Half of the road has been dug up to put the new pipes, and the careless patchwork has made it impossible for traffic to ply through the damaged side of the road, so all traffic is jostling for space in the better half of the road. So the 3 km-trip which usually took me 5 mins riding at an average 40 kmph, sometimes the speedo touching even 60, now takes 10 mins, if I am lucky.

My uncle-in-law has been asking my family to visit them for quite some time. So they insisted they we should visit them on Christmas. Their home is just 30 kms away from us. How much time should it take in B’lore, with all its infamous traffic and congestion? 1 hour? It took us some 1 and three-quarters of an hour to reach there and the same to come back. The road sucks, NH-34 looks like it had been resurfaced some 10 years ago, auto rickshaws, cycles and bikewallas ruling the streets, with all the cuts and overtakes they make from the left side of our new Zen(she’s only a year old and has done only 800 kms on the meter). I was over-cautious all the time, the needle firmly staying between 20 and 30, once daring to reach 50 and then back to 20 again, but still I couldn’t help but slightly kiss a cycle with the front bumper-mounted guard. I was overtaking him, and he was already on the middle of the road trying to overtake a rickshaw, and then he looks at me and says “Can’t you honk????”. Yaa, you are on a cycle suddenly overtaking a rickshaw in the middle of the road, and then you expect me to honk! I should have ran him over, but what can I say, my right leg stepped on the brakes just to save him. Damn you, Right Leg!

Anyways, that is not everything. Auto rickshaws are not in a mood to give me a pass, as is the fully loaded lorry, and I am still stuck in second gear. And then a procession of Lord Chaitanya arrives, and traffic on one side of the road is blocked completely. So here I am, at the wheel, sweating like I anything, and I watch people playing the kartal and dancing in the streets and blocking the traffic. And the worst part is: I can’t even switch on the AC as our maid can’t stand the smell of the cool perfumed air. I don’t understand!

On our way back, drivers coming from the opposite side are driving their cars with headlights in high beam so that I move to the side of the road, and they can drive on my lane. At the railway crossing, double lines are formed in a jiffy, and as the bar is raised, these second line of cars start honking and make those sudden dashes to let them in the original line. Continuous honking to let me pass the car behind me, although I am stuck behind a bus or a truck which is not letting me pass it for the last 10 mins despite incessant dippers, I am actually tired after driving for 60 kms for almost 4 hours.

I am not going to any relatives’ place in the near future in a car.

Nobody said life is easy. But they forgot to mention the fine print: Mosquitoes make it tougher.

I came home to relax and let myself loose, and the mosquitoes have planned to surprise me by partying every day and every night till I leave home.

It is 11 am in the morning. I am sitting on the sofa, doing something, anything, maybe even nothing, and then I hear the slow buzz of a mosquito, and my heart seems to go into an overdrive. The sound is like the motion of a pendulum, as the mosquito makes sorties around my head. I know mosquitoes are attracted towards heat sources and all, which possibly indicates that I am hot, but that doesn’t mean I need to get the bites as well ! Ya ya ya, you might say “With Great Power comes Great Responsibility” and similar crap like that, but really, I would rather be cool and stay away from mosquito bites.

I am engrossed in an Animorph or an Alistair McLean, and suddenly my concentration is broken by a sharp sting on my leg, and I see that a mosquito is happily sucking away my blood! What the &%#@! Now I can’t even move quickly, as I have a laptop on my lap, and by the time I manage to get up and keep the laptop aside, the stupid mosquito has had its fill and has sauntered away to oblivion.

It is bedtime, and I switch off the lights, and as soon as I get inside the blanket, I hear the buzz sound again. The All-Out is still running, but the Abominations do not seem to care. I don’t know whether my reflexes have dulled or not, but one thing for sure, they have taken an expert course in evasive flight maneuvers. I slap my both hands together, hoping to trap the mosquito body in them and squash its puny little body, but every time those buggers seem to escape at the last moment. I give up after sometime. They are bigger than ever, so it is quite but natural that they should be slow in moving about, but it seems they are on a steroid overdose. They have big bodies, and they have strong wings and smart brains to guide them out of danger. It’s like they are having fun with us.

The sickest part is: the mosquitoes that bite are females. They are freaked-out, mean, confidence-lowering, always-winning, flying, blood-sucking predators. And did you see the way they fly!!! A lazy canter, as if a walk in the evening. They bite, suck my blood and lazily fly away, not even bothering to give me a second look, very well-knowing I can’t even scratch their backs. Not to mention they are vectors of dengue, malaria and what not. And we thought females were gentle and kind.

I give up. Bite me and leave me alone after you are done. But please don’t give me any diseases. Can we stick to it like gentlemen? Oh, I forgot, you are females. Just chuck it!