Allergies, Babies and more....

I have peanut allergy. Now that may or may not be a figment of my imagination. Fact of the matter is, I don't know what I have an allergy to. Anyway, I hate peanuts. So this is a very convenient allergy( Hee Hee)!! The reason for this discourse on allergies is that I'm currently engaged in a project on allergies. I need to unload all the info.
The kid leaves today for his grandparents' house. Maybe I'll finally get some studying done. As of now, I can't distinguish the chem textbook from a baboon's backside.
Baboon reminds me. When I finally have time to do all the things I want to do, I'm gonna write a book about monkeys. Not about them exactly. About them and my family. Like the time my brother got hugged by one. Or the time my great grandmom sliced mangoes for a thieving monkey.
Oh well...what now? And finally a ray of hope appears. Enough to keep me happy for a few days and after that? We'll see. Au revoir!

Onslaught of the Americans

I'm in love....again. Well; the story goes like this. I was at the airport waiting to see him. I havent seen him in three years. And there he was. Dropdead gorgeous! It took me 0.5 seconds to fall head over heels. And i cant get enough of him, all ( i dont know how many) inches of him. Now before you get any ideas, I'm talking about my five year old cousin Varun who's just arrived from America.
Little kids and me...long,long BAD history. Though recently I seem to get on better with them. Maybe my gray hair attracts them and they gravitate towards my maturity. Who the hell am I kidding?! It's just that I've gotten a little less scarier after doffing the glasses. I'm told I intimidate kids my own age. Little kids are a lost cause.
Speaking of little kids, I have a fan club of my own ,back in Kerala. Two kids ( second or third cousins) follow me about all the time and require my gracious presence around them. Towards the end, I took to taking off at full speed when i saw either of them appear on the horizon My older cousins acted as sentries and warned me when I had to fly. The things I have to do!
Then there's my niece...around the same age( 5-6)! She made me tell her stories till I was dead from exhaustion. I recited the Ramayana, Mahabharata, everything else and then moved on to Sidney Sheldon etc etc...
I hate to say this but I think I'm missing school. Yech!!!! I can't believe I said that. Maybe I'll get over this. It's just a symptom of ultraboredom.

The Edge Of Chaos

Those who like to write endlessly. Blank pages attract me. Blue-black ink was a novelty. My life now is a misery. What you get is what you see.Forever, like this for eternity. Will write long in continuity. Torture on remorselessly. Scream in pain honestly. Receive my love thoughtlessly. Avoid my eyes shamelessly. Bordering on insanity. Take me to you passionately. Become what I am happily. Run away from me tirelessly. Blind me with philosophy.All promises your mockery.Drain away the energy. Cut my soul mercilessly. Laugh with me seriously. Apologise profusely. Fulfill my dreams easily. Be there till the end of my story.

What lies above

What comes next is a product of my churning brain. Interpretations are welcome.

In Loving Memory....

I had this English teacher in the sixth standard. I used to worship her. Her powers of sarcasm were awesome. She was beautiful with long ,thick hair that was always braided. Her name was Tanuja Chandra. In case you're wondering why i speak of her in the past tense, it's because she's gone. Brain Tumour. I heard this only a few days back and it was almost like a physical blow.
Somehow one never expects stuff like this to happen so near by.
She was my favourite teacher and one of the kindest people I knew. I don't know how many people will remember her but I'm gonna try. This is a kind of epitaph for her. Here's to one of the best teachers I have ever known.
I've been reading Aditi's blog. It's so good, the girl has talent. I was thinking... we are what we write. Everybody's style is a reflection of their personality. Even Appu writes well, her blog is so typical of her.
The last few days I have been alternating with hope and despair. There's a germ of a chance that something might come my way. But until then, this corrosion........