Hyperbole

Last night I dreamt of swimming in a kind of a small emerald green coloured water body or oasis arising from a spring. There was a group and the guide or some person was encouraging us to take a dip in the crystal clear water. No one seemed very keen to do so. I went ahead and just peeled off my T shirt and jeans, took a deep breath, and dived into the water. Due to the presence of a hot spring the water was warm, sweet and nice. I dove down and was amazed by it's glass like clarity. There were small fish swimmng all around of different shades. Sunrays being bounced around by the small ripples on top were dancing at the bottom which was light brown and wavy. It was just me in the water alongwith the fish and I felt as if I could stay down forever without ever needing to go up to breathe. I could feel the warm water gushing up from dark, large round vents at the bottom. The water was totally lighted up by the sunlight filtering through but the vents stood out with their dark blue

I don't write about pets as a rule, specially the younger one's as I feel that it puts some kind of a jinx on them. But with these two I am making an exception to the rule. These two as it is had an amazing journey in life so far. They were born to Furgie a couple of months back and were in a litter of four. Their mom made sure that they were delivered in an undisclosed location and I came to know only after she came back one day all slim 'n trim and ravenously hungry. She got them home when they were a month or so old and her daughter from the first litter, Soxie, joined hands (paws) with her to help raise the brood. So there were 6 cats in the house now. As cats move in mysterious ways, Furgie took her litter and disappeared one day with Soxie left high and dry. Soxie hung around the house for a few days and then went in search of them. Being familiar with the cat world she obviously tracked them down and got two kittens back. Pepper & Ginger. Soxie, after

For a person who loves his idleness and tries his best to be carefree I seem to be extremely busy all the time. How do people manage to run clinic, do volunteer/charity work or even read beats me. I am so sleepy by 10pm that someone would think that I had slaved in a stone quarry somewhere. Where do they get the time from? What do I do the whole day? Where does time go? Why don't I have enough of it? Just now the attendant in my department came and tied a rakhi to me! That was something I wasn't expecting and despite my general rapid response took me by surprise. Though I must say that she moved really fast and it was all done in 3 minutes flat. I am getting too soft. Damn it! There should be a SOP for such eventualities. I have to do something about the mental drifting. This year is taking way too long to get over. I feel as if I am slowly sliding done a mountain side, moving along with the slush and mud. It isn't harming me in any way and is all wet and gooey but nonet

I used to be a dog person. Had dogs throughout my life. Of all assorted sizes and breeds. But this blog is not about dogs. It is about cats and how they entered and influenced my life. We had a stray cat and kitten in Jammu who used to drop in now and then for scraps of food from the kitchen. They had this knack of appearing at lunch time and a cat with a pleading face is hard to resist. Even dogs do pleading expressions but the one a cat makes comes out of thousands of years of expertise. It is pretty hard to resist. At around the same time we got a german shepherd pup and though it played with the cats initially with time it grew big. A dog, even a huge full grown one imagines it to be still a puppy throughout it's life, and the cute games he used to play with them became almost like a game of death for the cats. So with that there came an end to the beautiful friendship much to the puzzlement of our dog, Carlo, and the cats disappeared. A few years back I started reading Mura

I have always struggled with the concept of god from a very early age. Surprisingly from what I recall I wasn't too god fearing as a kid. In fact I had more faith in science then I had in god. This must have been some where in 5th to 8th class and I distinctly remember telling my classmates in 6th or so that there is no god and one of them even complained to the class teacher! The little twerp. I remember it was in a hill station where we had a hut, Patni Top, that I got around to the existence of a supernatural benefactor. There was this small rectangular mound of stones with a mud thatch on top, around 4 feet high which I discovered in the coniferous forest by chance. Inside there was stone plaque with a 4 arms deity engraved. The face was disfigured or not carved too well so I couldn't make out whether it was a god or goddess. It was kind of my personal divine angel. It started in a relatively simple way, I asked for something trivial. it came true. So I presented a small