Not waiting for my next Birthday.

Last night while hanging out with friends, I started lamenting the fact that my teen years were coming to an end. This was met with a sarcastic look by an older friend. Twenty is not old, he told me.

But, well, it's not young either!
And its gonna bring change with it, sooner or later.

Its not as if I'm against change, I'd welcome it; if it were in my favor. And most of the time, I am able to do that.
But there are things which I've just not been able to handle. Increased duties, for example, mean more stress and less time for whims. And then, as you grow up, the whole web of 'behaving as you're supposed to' becomes tighter. And there you go. Identity crisis. Moral crisis.

I can do with the added workload,the responsibilities, but this 'socially acceptable behaviour' is beyond my comprehension. The norms,customs and yeah, the restrictions. They change YOU. This is the reason why you'll miss childhood. As a child, you were you, free and undaunted, and all the changes that happened were like nutrition for your soul. But somewhere down the line, the spirit gets corrupted. Aliens invade.
Viral attack. And my body's reactions have been severe. Withdrawal from public life, despondency, unexplained depression..
Its not maturity that I lack.
Just courage,for the fear of losing myself makes me weak.

Self-Preservation is the art to be mastered.

Till then,I'm not looking forward to February.

A little somethin from LOTR caught my fancy.

I sit beside the fire and think

of all that i have seen,

of meadow-flowers and butterflies

in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer

in autumns that there were,

with morning mist and silver sun

and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think

of how the world will be

when winter comes without a spring

that i shall ever see.

For still there are so many things

that i have never seen:

in every wood in every spring

there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think

of people long ago,

and people who will see a world

that i shall never know.

But all the while I sit and think

of times that were before,

I listen for returning feet

and voices at the door.

Every dog has its day. For mine, that's Everyday.

This maybe no more than a dull ramble to non dog-lovers. Even those friendlier with the canines might find it a bit too 'been there, did that'. But what the hell, i\I just have to write this!The dog wants to be on cyberspace, and since its her day..

I had my first pet at the age of five. Cindy was an extremely loyal, though lethal, Doberman. An excellent watchdog, she died of a snake bite at the age of nine.

And so arrived Her Majesty Caroline.
And thus departed Peace, for Carey is a 'new-age' dog, not your usual 'i'll-sit-by-the-door-and-bark' types, in fact, we had to teach her how to bark!

Oh yes!I'd have to be like "Come on Carey,look!stray cow on the road!Bark!Bark!Dumb Dog!!".
To which, Her Majesty gracefully cocks one ear at me, gives me The Glance, and goes back to chewing whatever she's destroying today..

And it gets stranger. Peeing all over the house,stealing potatoes from the refrigerator, tearing clothes/books/mattresses/you-name-it and chewing on whatever she sees!This one keeps us on our toes!

(though she may help us with disposing off plastic one day,chew chew chew)

Talk of security?this one once freaked out on seeing a cat!And she can't stand thunderstorms, crackers and bizarrely, baraats!

Its not like I'm regretting getting her, she has her good points too!Like trying to keep us in shape by making us chase her when she steals something. Or reminding us we have to get the floor/bedsheet cleaned by doing her daily business on it.

Dog-the-Menace!
Five and a half years in the running!

A little something for the readers:

Is your dog driving you nuts?
Making you run all over the place in this sultry weather?
Wish it would just calm down?

Switch on the Air Conditioner and watch it snooze stretched over your favorite couch.

I have a theory.
You know how the elder people always keep on complaining about the younger generation?how they're depraved and all that?(kalyug).
It might be true after all.
I mean,LOOK at the dogs this age has produced!

What does summer mean to you?

Summer. Beautiful, bright (yes, HOT too).

And as has always been since the last two decades, I'm joblessly at home.

Nothing to do. Its a wonderful thing!
Escape to your room and relish the solitude. No responsibilities, no having to please anyone, no having to rush and most importantly, no having to neglect yourself. :)

There has always been something optimistic about summer. I'll credit it to the abundance of sunlight. It's that time of the year when I can change and innovate and take risks. The time for adventure, for something out of the ordinary.
(now i realize, mummy and daddy were right with the summer-camp nonsense!)

The time to be yourself, feel the music of your soul and let it guide you to paths untreaded.

Thats what summer means to me.