If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
If I could change one thing about myself , it would be to get to bed on time and go to sleep. I will be yawning but I won’t do my last minute rituals so that I should sleep. I take a long walk at night with my son. After coming back I feel tired. What I should do is:
Go immediately to the washroom.
Wash my face (a nightly ritual), and do Wadu.
Say my prayer and go to bed.
What I do is:
Start reading a book or answer my e mails or read any interesting stuff I come across.
My Poem.
To get to sleep is a big headache for me
I forget time and get lost in a book
The vast labyrinth of Internet calls me
I wander around eager to look
What should I do is a big question
Tried to find answers haven’t been able to
Sure it’s hard and difficult for me
Wish I get to bed on time and hold onto
Daily Prompt: Intense
Describe the last time you were surprised by the intensity of a feeling you had about something, or were surprised at how strongly you reacted to something you thought wouldn’t be a big deal.
Show INTENSE.
My husband was an old fashioned person. He believed that women shouldn’t drive. For years when he was sitting somewhere guarding our borders, I would be sitting housebound waiting for him to come home, so that I could run my errands. Later on when he became a senior officer, I had no dearth of drivers. Once he retired my situation detoriated.
I was again dependent on him for driving me for various things. It irked me to no end. If I went for shopping I was expected to finish in two to three hours. Within this time limit I bought groceries, fitted in doctor’s appointments (if I had any) and other things waiting to be done. Shopping for my own needs got pushed time and again to another day. I would be left frustrated.
In the year he was to go for heart surgery I begged and cajoled for a car of my own. Finally he relented and bought me the car of my choice.
You can’t imagine my immense joy and overwhelming happiness at getting a brand new car of my own. It was INTENSE.
Tell about your writing space. Where do you write your blog posts?
While I was leaving my own home to come and live with my son, I left my laptop behind. Actually I was going to bring it with me. At the last moment weighing the two bags and a carry on I found my luggage over the allowed weight. That left me with no option but to leave behind some items I had packed. One of them was my laptop. On my long and tiring journey here I didn’t want to pick anything else other than my shoulder bag.
My writing space consists of my bed and a chair. When I am feeling lazy I prop my three pillows behind my back and start writing. I use my iPad to write. On an iPad I can’t drag things on a page. In Windows you have the option to open many pages. On an iPad you can’t do it. I can’t position my images or photos. I don’t even know how my page will look with photos till it is published. Sometimes the images are disproportionate with relation to each other. I do get aghast at the resulting mess I create. Oh God! What have I done? That is my reaction most of the time.
In normal routine I pull a chair near my bed. Open the notebook in which I have written the topic and begin my blog. When I want to draw that takes a lot of time. Sometimes the result is good but at times I am flustered or something so my time gets wasted and I throw whatever I draw into the waste paper basket. This is a recent past time. I used to get images from the Internet for my blog and still do. I left my camera behind too, but I should confess it wasn’t much of a camera. My son has very kindly given me his camera. I haven’t got the hang of it so maybe I should spend time on it to learn.
Mostly I use the iPad camera to get photos. It doesn’t give you much leverage. Anyway something is better than nothing. On the plus side my son has shifted an old PC to my room. Once it is reformatted and virus free probably I will be able use it. I think I shouldn’t elevate my hopes to a high degree, otherwise they can be dashed to the ground and I may not be able to get over my disappointment.
My favorite character of all time is Lucy. Her real name was Lucille Ball. I used to watch her show, “Here Is Lucy,” in the eighties. They were mostly re- runs.
Lucy was lovable, crazy and accident prone. She was an iconic figure. Her show was like no other sitcom. In “Here is Lucy,” she played a widow with two teen children. She takes a job as a secretary to her stuffy brother in law played by Gale Gordon.
Her two real life children Lucie Arnaz and Desi Arnaz were in the show with her and acted as her children. I used to find out the timings and would wait impatiently for the show to begin.
The shows were fun to watch. They were family shows. There was no danger of lewdness in the scenes or inappropriate words.
I enjoyed all the episodes. I have re-discovered her shows on YouTube. I am looking forward to seeing them again.
Daily Prompt: It Builds Character
Tell about a favorite character from film, theater or literature, with whom you’d like to have a heart to heart. What would you talk about?
Show CHARACTER.
Once upon a time …………. I did have quite a collection of books. They were all hard covers — the originals. They must be very valuable now.
Oh my beloved books! Where are they now? Who got hands on them?
I know but I fear if I go for confrontation that person may deny.
As a child I read all the great classics. I think they didn’t escape my clutches. I read , ‘Gone With The Wind,’ when I was thirteen. That’s way long ago. My memory lapses, so please forgive me on any mistakes.
My favorite character was Scarlett O’Hara from Gone With The Wind.
She was vivacious, pretty and a feisty person. I don’t want to sound disloyal, but she was dumb at quite a few places. She made bad decisions at moments. She should have pulled back from various situations which she didn’t.
She fell in love with a wrong person … Ashley.
Got married to a man she didn’t love.
Snatched her sister’s beau.
Anyway the person I would like to talk is Rhett Butler.
I just want to ask him.
Why did you give up on Scarlett?
When you love a person you should tell at the earliest opportunity. Why didn’t you???
If you found one million dollars in the morning and had to spend it by nightfall, what would you do with the money?
Wow! I get a million dollars to spend. That will be a dream come true.
My first reaction would be ….
It will be totally unbelievable. I will be delirious with joy. First thing first and that will be a prayer of thanks to God. I am looking for a house. So my worry number one will be over. I will straight away sign for a new home. I will fill it with the best furniture I like and buy whatever is needed in my new home. It also includes shrubs and plants.
Then I will go and buy a car. Money won’t be an issue so I will buy the one which appeals to me.
That is worry number two over.
I will ask my children and give them the required money.
My sister spoiled me with Coach bags. Now none appeals to me. So I will go and buy 2-3 more. I won’t have to think twice about buying.
Normally I look at things and ask myself, “Do I need it?”
Is the price okay with me?
Will I like it after a year? Or I will scratch my head and wonder, “What did I see in it?”
If you are reading this story please read “The Slaps” first.
This was before V quit his job with my new friend S.
It was evening time and S was in the kitchen. V was working with her in preparing the evening meal. S’s son was saying his prayers in the living room. V saw a very tall person in white robes praying along with S’s son.
V was a little intrigued and wanted to look at the guest as to who he was. He came a bit nearer to peek at the mystery man. At that moment the man turned his head and looked directly at V. The man had terrible red eyes. V was chilled to the bones and he shivered with fright.
V turned tail and hastily made it to the kitchen. He asked S for the identity of the tall man. She was astonished as she was not expecting any guest. Neither was she aware of anyone coming to dinner. She looked into the living room. She could only see her son praying.
“There is no one there. Are you sure you saw a guest?”
V wanting to check looked into the living room. The red eyed person glared at him again.
A week earlier at a party, I met a fascinating woman S. This is a real happening which she told me.
Years before she moved to US, she lived in an apartment in Karachi, Pakistan. She had a servant employed for household chores. I don’t remember his name. For the story purpose lets call him V.
For some reason V wanted to quit. S coaxed him to tell her the reason. At first he refused but then he told her fearfully that every night someone passes by him and give him slaps. After getting woken up this way every night he was fed up.
Not wanting him to leave S asked her son to look into the matter. The coming night S’s son slept on a couch in the living room and made V sleep on a carpet beside him. They had a peaceful night. The next morning when V was asked whether he was slapped, his answer was, “No.”
After a few days V went to sleep in the hallway, his old place where he used to sleep. That night he again got slaps.
S told him not to sleep in the hallway, but V had made up his mind to leave. So V quitted his job.
Flowers and Breezes 