The tiger mosquitoes succeeded where the Greyhounds failed. Maoists in the interiors of Andhra Pradesh may have tackled the anti-Naxal squads, but seem helpless against the mosquitoes that spread chikungunya. Maoist leader K. Illaiah, aka Sambasivudu, who recently surrendered, reportedly said some of his comrades and he laid down arms, as they were down with chikungunya. "I have no energy left to fight. So, I have decided to give up the struggle," he said.
So finally mosquitoes prove they are useful after all!!
Is this a hint of how to tackle the terrorism menace? Gawd knows.. I still hate em.. :P
Just another trip round the sun. Isn’t that what a new year means? That we as humans have managed to get along for another 365 days without annihilating ourselves. Why is such a ruckus created about it? As is the trend to make lists around this time, I'll make one of my own :)
· It’s the time to look at the best you have made of the little chances that life sent your way.
· It’s the time to check the number of times you have fallen on your journey and more importantly how many times you managed to shake off the dust and carry on.
· It’s the time to look at all the little things that made you smile. The ones that made the single beam of sunshine peek out on a gloomy day.
· It’s the time to list the things that made you hop, skip and jump with joy when nobody was looking.
It’s the time to list all the things that you believed would be done by the end of this year, but now you have to give them a shot this year.
There’s my list. I know it gives nothing away :)
But this is my eternal year end list. So cya list same time next year :)
On my way back from office I always take the shuttle that takes me to the station. The shuttle takes about 10 mins to reach my destination. I don’t know why, but for some reason the little siesta that I take on that 10 min ride is one of the most satisfying ones. I fall asleep when the bus starts and wake up exactly when I reach the station. All was well and I used to look forward to my trip back home for more than one reason now :)
Yesterday however turned out to be different. Have you people heard about the butterfly effect? Well, I think some butterfly might have fluttered its tiny wings yesterday :)
Yesterday I boarded the usual bus and got a seat around the center of the bus. I played some music on my cell and was already starting to feel the effects of the impending nap. The bus started and it was just another normal day. However, I had absolutely no idea that things won’t be the same again.
For some unknown reason there was a police check on the road that we always take. This made my 10 minute journey into a 15 minute journey. Not bad you would think.
When I opened my eyes on reaching the destination it seemed like any normal day… except one thing.
The girl in the front row stood up and was asking the girl sitting in front of me “What was that all about?” The girl in front of me without an iota of subtlety pointed towards me and signed that I was “knocked out cold” and the girls started giggling. That’s when I realized what had happened.
You see the 5 minute delay turned my siesta into a full blown slumber. I am the kind of person who can fall asleep in 2 minutes flat. And I recently found out that I snore in my sleep.
Aaarggghh… I dunno how loud I was but, it certainly was loud enough for the front of the bus to hear it. I just smiled at the still giggling girls and was on my way. Wait a minute. Shouldn’t I be embarrassed? Shouldn’t I be thinking about what will happen if these girls spread this news around (which I am sure they will)? But I am not. Why?
Because I believe I am blessed to be able to sleep this way. I am one of the lucky ones who do not have to work too hard to have a good sleep. You can buy lots of expensive clothes, gadgets, etc. But, you really cannot buy sleep.
So I really don’t mind what happens next. I am just eager to find out :)
I've been thinking a lot lately about taking chances, and how it's really just about overcoming your fears. Because the truth is, every time you take a big risk in your life, no matter how it ends up, you're always glad you took it.
Booked tickets to attend one of my best friends wedding in Calicut and its still on the waiting list and the journey is supposed to start in another 8 hours. God if there ever was a time for miracles, u wudnt get a better chance than this... for now :D Hope the TC can be patofied easily tomm. Or i better start designing my tombstone :( Please pray that I get the tickets.
Naa..this aint about the season summer or has anything to do with agriculture.
My early years were spent with my hair never even reaching half the length of my forehead. Agreed my forehead leaves a lot of ground to cover nowadays, but it used to be quite little back in school.
We had this rule in our school where boys were not supposed to have long hair. There was no definition of that “long”. The principal used to come and grab the hair and if it used to come over the fingers it was long. The punishment was she would tie the guy’s hair with a rubber band if it was way too long. There were also threats issued that she would get scissors and cut the hair herself, but I guess she never trusted her hair styling skills.
Now the way my folks used to deal with this was the magic words that they gave me. These magic words had to be uttered without blinking, no second thoughts given, no options no lifelines. These magic words were “Summer Crop”. They had to be uttered whenever I went to the salon for a haircut.
“Amma what should I say at the salon?”
“SUMMER CROP”
“That’s it. What does it look like? “
“You don’t have to worry about it. He’ll know what to do.”
I used to go to the salon and say those words and the bhaiyya would give me a cheerful paan stained smile. He then proceeded to cut my hair so small you could see my scalp if you looked carefully.
Now these magic words served a dual purpose. Apart from saving my hair from the principals styling skills, it also made sure that I won’t have to cut my hair for the next 2 months. Yea, a penny saved is a penny earned holds true very much.
Gawd this thing became so popular that the salon guy started calling me summer crop.
But this was a thing of the past. School had to get over sometime and I now have full control of my hair. This hasn’t stopped my mom giving me a weird look and asking me “Are you sure you cut your hair? Or did you just pay the salon guy and forgot to get the haircut?”
Anyways, I am gonna party with my hair for now. Kisse pata kal ho na ho :)
