An early morning lesson ...in biology

As S and I were brushing, we found a small intruder invading our peace. A teeny weeny lizard peeped out from the shelf. I was way too scared, but managed to get the husband to take some concrete action. He fetched the morning's TOI and arrested the little being against the wall before hitching it on to page one. And then it was delivered on a flight out of the balcony. Peace at last.

But S noticed that a part of the little L's tail was still left behind on our basin....and it was moving...appa, it does not have eyes how will it know where to go? Where is the tails brain? If the lizard can grow backs its tail, can the tail also grow back the lizard?

Aaargh....! I must say that his interest in multiplication (maths and otherwise) is increasing at a very alarming rate.

I want more traffic jams

Really, I need more of them. On selective routes. Like the one from School to Office. I currently run myself into two thick jams. At Mandovi Motors I pull out my moisturiser and spend the full five minutes fighting the flaky skin. Nearing Fourm on Hosur Road, I comb my hair. Yes I do! Of course if theres no jam, then i dont comb it. Ha. Who cares. What big difference would it make anyways?

Now that I leave home early, I pack breakfast. I need a stop to eat it. Must work my way into a jam at BTM layout probably.

Probably if I hire a driver, and have traffic jams on the way to school, i can even manage to feed V in the car.

Stolen Moments

Another routine weekday was being spent, when the husband suddenly called and said that he will be taking the kids to some function around 6pm. The said affair being the religious kind, I was compelled to stay away due to my monthly time-off.

That gave me some peaceful moments to connect with the real world. Went to the 9th Block on the grand old kinetic, parked it at GuruDutt Enterprises, our local library and decided to do the rest of the expedition by walk.

When I crossed one of those big main roads (those that are christened Double Road, if they were constructed before 2000, and Ring Road if made more recently), I realised that I was doing so on foot for the very first time. How sadly motorized my daily life has become! Anyways, it was nice to notice each and every one of those medley of shops - in the process accomplished chores like getting a motorized spirograph repaired, chatting with the tailor who was surprised that I was back from vacation so early (who also wondered what I had done to the monsters), picking up anklets for the V, eating Bharkawadi and jalebi at the Delhi Bhavan and winding it all up by renting out Milan Kundera's Ignorance from Mr.Gurudutt.

Dinner was a an eclectic mix of leftovers from morning eaten in the company of MTV's Saturday Shuffle (does it matter to them that it is now tuesday?). Damn Arbit VJ. Why do they do these shows seated on a bed, wearing some nightclothes? After some expected mish mash of Bhool Bhulaiya and the likes, I was stunned to see an item called 'Team Anthem of Knight Raiders'. I have successfully shut off all info regarding the IPL, except catching a picture of the GenX Gandhis cheering for some team, and suddenly I see this. SRK and his dance with clothes borrowed from Daler Mehndi, and the prisoners and the Bharathnatyamers and that flaming helmet! What is he upto?

Ha, the door bell is ring-a-ringing. Goodbye Stolen Moments