tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37541106749714177952011-07-31T01:14:02.619-07:00Mlvknoreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754110674971417795.post-36876259052562065722010-01-29T22:11:00.000-08:002010-01-29T22:21:47.174-08:00Every Indian man dreams of owning a Ferrari... and wants to be an F1 winner. But fact remains that there is only ONE Ferrari-Schumacher combo. And Ferraris, even if you don't drive them DEMAND MAINTENANCE!As for F1, you can't host it on Mumbai's roads, can you?<br /><br />Men need to be reminded of the grounds they stand on!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3754110674971417795-3687625905256206572?l=xxinindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mlvknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754110674971417795.post-64512652871910072882010-01-21T11:03:00.000-08:002010-01-29T22:20:17.731-08:00The tortoise smiled at Vividha. 'Yes, child, you can sit on my back'.<br />'Won't you find me heavy?' asked V.<br />'Not at all! While you are up there you could scratch that itchy spot on my neck'.<br /><br />His back was as bare as a gravestone in the graveyard. V climbed onto his back successfully after a couple of slippery attempts. Feeling like the supreme princess of land and water, she adjusted her bubblegum pink head-band- it was her tiara at that moment. It had to be perfectly perched on her head.<br /><br />Then she remembered his request. She stretched out her little finger and gently tickled his neck with her nail. "Ah-ha" said the tortoise, contentedly! :)<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">(Posted on Sherline's FB- as a response to: "make a short story using the following words - bubble gum , nail, grave yard, supreme, tortoise, ah ha!")</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3754110674971417795-6451265287191007288?l=xxinindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mlvknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754110674971417795.post-20648537306129742022009-12-02T00:16:00.000-08:002010-01-29T22:21:31.795-08:00Men like to be worshipped...They have been adored by doting mothers, spoilt by magnanimous fathers, pampered by older sisters. And all this is because it is believed that when needed, they will always 'rise to the occasion'<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3754110674971417795-2064853730612974202?l=xxinindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mlvknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754110674971417795.post-33846051790391769222009-11-26T23:08:00.001-08:002009-11-26T23:08:38.781-08:00...guess who!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3754110674971417795-3384605179039176922?l=xxinindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mlvknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754110674971417795.post-65282463887158127572009-11-26T22:55:00.000-08:002009-11-26T23:10:12.450-08:00Sometimes stories, sometimes anecdotes, frequently observations, often pure random thoughts... let me tell you dear V, about life as I am living it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3754110674971417795-6528246388715812757?l=xxinindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mlvknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754110674971417795.post-39425348792259183162009-10-29T22:36:00.000-07:002010-01-29T22:36:51.357-08:00Somebody and Me<br />Somebody... not me...<br />decided where I should be born<br /><br />Somebody... not me...<br />decided where my baby should be born;<br /><br />Somebody... not me...<br />was with me for the first, early excitement days of motherhood<br /><br />Somebody... not me...<br />decided her name would be from B,V,U...<br /><br />Somebody... not me...<br />did not let her be Samskaara<br /><br />Somebody... not me...<br />planned how to celebrate her birth<br /><br /><br />Somebody... is free somewhere, and enjoying life<br /><br />Me, not Somebody, is trapped in LOVE; and wondering if it is worth the tears.<br />Me, not Somebody, wonders how it would feel to be free again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3754110674971417795-3942534879225918316?l=xxinindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mlvknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754110674971417795.post-64529841792512121302009-10-29T07:41:00.000-07:002009-10-29T07:44:54.699-07:00Guess what little girl, even in the 21st century, things aren't going to be easy if you are a girl in India.<br /><br />There will be impossible expectations of you... as there have been of your mother. Paradoxical expectations... burdens...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3754110674971417795-6452984179251212130?l=xxinindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mlvknoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3754110674971417795.post-44322339806491357032009-10-29T07:34:00.000-07:002009-10-29T07:41:14.492-07:00I begin today to chronicle my advice for my daughter (poor kid's not even 3 months old!) But, heck I am a new mom; it's hormonal, evolutionary, and very human to give GYAAN to your kids. :)<br /><br />So back to the title... since this is for my little girl, i first tried a title that was "xx chromosome" but apparently, it's not available on blogspot blocked by some idiot who hasn't bother to post anything. So now i have this perverted sounding blog!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3754110674971417795-4432233980649135703?l=xxinindia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mlvknoreply@blogger.com0