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For all the vella people of the world, I was scanning some of the  random fan pages I have seen in my newsfeed over the last few months.

Some cool ones …..

* Tapping someone on the shoulder and making them look the other way.

* It absolutely KILLS when I bang  my little toe on the leg of a table.

* I’m PMSing? What’s your excuse?

* I find it hard to keep a straight face when I get told off.

* Pretending to understand someone when you have no idea what they just said.

Add more pages…………..:-)

Sunny afternoon.

playing ... love and affection.

chewing on cardboard!

Phew !!!!!

I finally got around it. I  spent most of day before night and the next day fretting over 5 pups. They also made me and more significantly, M, go up and down 3 floors (I live on the third floor) at least 15 times and a scary visit to the vets with one of the them.

<Flashback>

I have this street bitch who decided to ‘adopt us’ for food about a month back. She would look at you with ‘ the prettiest eyes’ one can have and u meltttt and out pops a bowl of milk, eggs and bread. Very very effective!!! She uses her assets well.

She even got herself named  ’lotto’ by us, ‘ginger’ by the floor below and ‘doggie’ by another set of neighbors. And the icing to the cake – she was pregnant…… ooppppsss!!!

Like a friend K said (on hearing the news): whoa! that’s too soon for you.

(wow… thanks!!!)

So lotto has a fondness for terraces… one night in full howling and ignoring food, she delivered on the adjacent terrace.. and came back after full 2 days for FOOD and more FOOD!

For a good 2-3 weeks she had her pups tucked under the water tank to ‘beat the cold weather’ and would do her rounds of going to each household at precise eating times – 3 times a day at least.

The pups, now almost 3 weeks old decided to be adventurous in checking their surrounding and ended up coming to the edge of the stairs and then yelped their brains out in complete fright of unknown territory and the height which lay before them.

The first time, two black fuzz balls rolled down two steps and woke up the neighborhood with  their plea for safety. This too at 7 in the morning. After much debate and a bit of fight with one of the neighbours they were put back with the mother and the rest of the pups on the terrace instead of being banished to the ground floor.

A similar routine followed the second time. The third time, we had to decide what to do.. so, against our best opinions, we put them in cartons and moved them downstairs. All night went in checking on them… added more newspapers, how they are adjusting to the new place… hope they are not being attacked by other street dogs. I think between me, m and our neighbours, we must have done 10 rounds.. Up and down… up and down.

By morning, they are again at the bottom of stairs  and the mother trying to ‘train’ them to climb up. This time on our side of the building.

And we instead of not interfering with mother nature and her ways, promptly picked all 5 pups and stationed them on the terrace, in the sun… the difference was our terrace door could shut properly… so no escape.

So, proud we were of our decision and of providing a nice warm spot for them, we let the mother in and out guarding the door. At one momentary lapse of action, we left the door open and one little pup landed at the railing.

Next, we heard a thud and howling. One of the pups had fallen 10 feet to our floor, right at the door. This is when god says ‘ don’t mess with the ways of nature’ and we had intervened.

We literally died. Thankfully a quick trip to the vet, an anti shock and a check up of all bones intact ensured the pup was fine…. just quite because of the shock of falling.

In our paranoid state, all evening we set a  routine for us:  every 20 mins – go to terrace, open the door, let the mom in or out, close it.  We tried to train the mom with biscuits to come in from the other terrace and jump over the wall, so we can keep the door permanently shut… but to no avail. We decided the pups would have to go to the ground floor, we can’t take care of them.

Just when we had given up hope of letting them live safely on the terrace till they a bit older, the head  popped a blue bench lying in the terrace. We used it to block the door, so that the pups can’t go over and out and the mom can jump over and access the pups and the world.

I felt the head lighten a little of the pressure and stress it was under the whole day. A few more days and we would have to let them go.

Right now, it’s a pleasure to watch them play and try to bite your socks off !!!!!!!

-Day done… exhausted and going to turn in.

I seem to have graduated from ‘getting married’ issues to ‘being married’ issues.

'No just' puke till u pop a kid.

So, another thing about ‘being married’.

If you are married and don’t have a child yet (esp. if you are in your end of first/beginning of second year), You cannot ‘puke’ or feel ‘quesssshy’ in your stomach without someone in your family/and worse friends raising an eyebrow or making a remark of ‘maybe…just maybe……’

So, here I am…..

Me: I threw up. I ate those damn gol gappa’s and this is where they have landed me. Imagine, it happened in the middle of the market. God, it was embarrassing like hell and I am still feeling super sick in my stomach.

Friend 1: Oh!!!!! (then giggles) maybe we are getting a good news.

Me: (aghast) One, I am in pain and u can only think babies. Two, I would know. Right? I have a chum cycle to tell me that.

Repeat of my plight and sickness to another friend.

Friend 2: Are u sure it was the gol gappa’s or ….hmmm!!!

Me: of course! I am sure gol gappa’s .. that’s the only dicey thing I ate off the street in the last two days.

Friend 2: No! No! I meant … Maybe….There is another reason. (smiles)

Me: OH NO !!! I would know …..

And the saga continues……..!!!!!

-Quay!

She Bangs....

I was chatting online with R last evening. In course of our random chatting about the world and it’s doing, we came up with this brilliant theory demystifying maya-kinky maya.

Post the theory,

We complained about M and how he refused to let us make a babaji out of him and has deprived us of all the millions we could have accumulated over the years.  Why M? Because people would not believed me or R even if we tried. M is this sincere, good guy everybody likes.

Our conversation started with…..

R: …. next level to make money,  i will go from tailor to pimp……..

S: It’s all maya……

R: Who is maya? Have not met her? Don’t remember banging her.

S: It is her banging you, not the other way round.

Our Theory: As a matter of fact, Maya is banging the whole world… She does not discriminate. She welcomes all and sundry.. class, creed, sex, race, gender, no preferences of any kind. She maybe a bit biased. She bangs some harder and some lesser.. but she does not spare any. We all chase her, want more and more of her to the point of obsession. And are jealous when someone else has her more than we do. And she is quick, she changes forms, colors, shapes, thoughts, everything. It’s all one big ORGY! for her and she is having a blast at it.

As Ricky Martin puts it …

“….Talk to me

Tell me your name
You blow me off like it’s all the same
You lit a fuse and now I’m ticking away
Like a bomb
Yeah, Baby

Talk to me
Tell me your sign
You’re switching sides like a Gemini
You’re playing games and now you’re hittin’ my
heart
Like a drum
Yeah, Baby

Well if Lady Luck gets on my side
We’re gonna rock this town alive
I’ll let her rough me up
Till she knocks me out
She walks like she talks,
And she talks like she walks

And she bangs, she bangs
Oh baby
When she moves, she moves
I go crazy
‘Cause she looks like a flower but she stings
like a bee
Like every girl in history
She bangs, she bangs……..”

M, are u listening? Such enlightenment to provide the world and u sit on the sidelines doing nothing about it. Where is ur sense of duty?

-Quay.

As part of my bike ride with RoadVeda, we landed at woodways for breakfast. Woodways is a quaint little 6 bedroom homestay in the midst of a coffee plantation estate in Chikmagalur.

It’s a pleasant ride to the place. Once u leave the main city, you get a taste of the curves and the forest. U make your way among coffee plantations and eventually hit a small road taking you right to the homestay.

woodways

A fresh home cooked breakfast of poori, allu and an authentic dish of the area (Something like an idli with a curry made in that region, I have happened to forget the name of the dish, i was so engrossed in drowning my stomach with it) was all we needed. Icing to the breakfast was the coffee…

Breakfast place

They have a separate open air breakfast place behind the house. One can get a view of the entire region from there. We regretted having to leave from there in an hour or so, it’s a place where one needs to spend atleast a day or two. The house itself is extremely tastefully done, all credit goes to Sushmita for it. You can have a small bonfire in the evening, maybe go for a trek to some close by hills… or best just lie in the hammock and take the sun and the view.

Front view

The view from the homestay

Sushmita and Sreedev (owner and hosts) of wood ways, happily chatted away with us, telling us how they set the place, what they want it to be.

Sreedev, besides running the coffee plantation is also a environmentalist in his own ways and u can sure be entertained with the stories and the information he provides. U might convince him to take u for leopard spotting.

-Quay!

One highlight of my Bangalore-Goa ride with Roadveda was the colored houses I found on the way.

I must say, they are on something…. to paint the house exteriors such mad colors. I wonder what the insides would look like.

I managed to capture some while I was on the bike. (Missed some really mad looking ones, thanks to these guys not stopping to let me fulfill my colored houses mania).

Check these out……

This is what I call a 'bright' house

Green and White

Yellow house

shades of green - got a glimpse while rushing on the bike.

Mera wala Pink.

Sunshine

Blusey

Paint my world purple

Parrot........

Oranges.....

almost go it... looks psychedelic.

Threadless.com is using some of their designs to make cool iphone case covers.

They have done a tie up with Griffin for the same. Threadless provides the art work and Griffin makes the cases which are also sold through the threadless community.

Threadless.com already a cult figure in the design community for selling tees and promoting art and design.

Seems like they are getting into other product categories.

-Que.

When there is a will, there is a way.

In the midst of concrete structures and water tanks, wildlife enjoying the sun on a tuesday afternoon!

Chilling out!!

-Que

Greed

We keep blaming development for the damage to the environment. And as we cannot stop development, we are working towards destroying healthy living and everything else which is good about our planet.

Is it really true that development is the cause or it is the excuse and reason and there is a greater evil sitting somewhere.

Can buildings not be erected with keeping the eco-profile of the place in mind?

We have created space crafts and landed them on the moon. Can we not provide better hybrid or modes of transportation which are more environment friendly and for the masses?

It is slightly hard to believe that we cannot progress hand in hand with mother nature.

But for the HUMAN GREED.

The greed to make more profit, more money, unethically. The greed leading to cutting of trees and using every single square inch to build concrete jungles for human lifestyle and add more to their pocket. The greed where time means money and why waste time on planning and thinking ahead of how our actions would have a reaction.

The greed says ‘let me make the most, I would not have to suffer. It’s not my problem’.

Thats the cause of the mess we are in, not development. Development is the tool in the hand of greed!!

-Que