How often do people stop doing things because someone may have passed a disparaging remark once?
Warning: This post is going to be a rant (of sorts) and on my favourite hobby horse too, friends.
Of all the nutty things my mother comes up with, consulting astrologers is the one I consider most dangerous.
When I was in Mumbai recently, I had the whole house to myself for a few days. Essentially, that translates into not having my mother around to wake me up early, or to usher me into the bathroom to have a bath early, or do anything early for that matter.
My mother often describes herself as a Hindu fanatic, and I've wondered why.
Something rather funny struck me today, and I don't mean funny - ha ha - I mean funny, cynically. I have managed to build up a bit of an Internet presence of late, and I've started interacting with many of my peers in India.
I need a financial advisor. Free of charge that too. Plus someone I can trust.
I really wasn't tagged for this meme, but I have read a few and as a result, thoughts have been swirling in my brain. So I thought I would give it a whirl. (I really don't know about 25 things though.)
Today is one of those days.
(Apologies for the title. I cannot for the love of anything compose decent titles. They usually come off as bad puns.)
I have become a slave to my RSS reader; I don't think one day goes by without me checking it. And ironically, while I have a number of sensible tags like Technology and News, I have a tendency to cut right to my favourites, my blogroll.
Yesterday I posted about my aunt's enduring grief over losing her pet, and today I thought I would write about how we got her in the first place. (I've had loads of pets over the course of my life, and each of them has a story.)