Little mouse and tooth ache

This mama mouse is really tired waking up nights with a cry from baby mouse complaining about tooth ache. Now Mama mouse decided to take out the tooth as doctor suggested. Baby mouse is behaving the way a mouse would to man made instruments and started running here and there and making screechy noises. Mama mouse offered bribes, showed anger, started negotiations and threatened. Nothing made the baby mouse open his mouth. Now, two days after hours spent in the dentist's clinic Mama mouse is thinking, is it even worth it!

Love is a many splendored word. It holds different meaning to different people. It is the means and ends for a lot of people and it is the doom for a lot others. It is no doubt its many splendored. My first introduction into ‘Romantic love’ was through books. (Of course, I studied in a Girls only school and even hypothetically I studied in a co-ed school I wouldn’t have experienced it first hand). So books, and I was fascinated. The observation of surrounding gave me no clue that this was real. There was no longing look, warm gazes, reassuring smiles, romantic gestures between the couples I observed around. But there was trust, reliability, commitment, sincerity and a promise to go all the way. So, I realized it might be a combination of both. Then came Jane Austin with her Pride and prejudice. There was no ‘love at first sight’, there was no instant attraction. But there was an understanding, mutual respect, acceptance and trust which was built in months and years. That made sense to me. That was something possible. Especially for a socially awkward over weight adolescent, this understanding of each other in other levels than physical appearance and instant attraction made sense. It was never the stereotypical couple that held my interest. My heroes were Mr. Darcy, Atticus Finch, Rhett Butler and then Howard Roark. Roark and Finch sustained, rather still continues. Then, another notion came. Love is not about the other person. It is all about what you are and how you feel around another person. You feel comfortable and happy with friends. You feel suffocated around people who you dislike. What should you feel like when around someone you love? Comfortable and happy and relaxed. Moreover, we should be able to be ourselves. No pretentious no excuses and no misgivings. Does it happen in a day? No. Does it happen with only one single person? I am not sure. Does it sound pure and sacrificial? No. So for me ‘love’ denotes a very selfish need fulfillment. The need to belong, the need to be accepted the need to be ‘complete’, the need to be self- actualized. Where is the divinity, sacredness and purity literature associates with Love? I don’t see it. It is not sacred or pure it’s just need, which also involves the basic need of procreation. I am sure there are lovers who will die for each other. But what good are you dead, to another person? It seems like you no longer could stand it so you ended it. What is so pure about it? Isn’t it intolerance and impatience? Romeo and Juliet are my least favorite lovers. How can we call it eternal? They didn’t believe in their love enough to live it! To me both of them were under depression or something. But I know Shakespeare has out done himself with ‘Taming of the Shrew’. The hero marries for money, finally they both are in ‘love’. There is mutual acceptance and respect in the end. For me that is romantic. And then Nicholas Sparks with his perfect romantic couple stories. It is nice to read, and imagine. But in truth how many men will cook and serve a romantic dinner to their beloved as a surprise? Or send small notes in letters, emails, in bottles? Or listen to the worries and concerns and reply appropriately or act as expected? How many women are impeccably beautiful, supportive, understanding and encouraging at the most difficult situations? So, again it is all about how good you can handle each other and work around each other that matters. All the rest just unproved theory!

The mouse is extremely dejected. The usual phenomena of the cheese melting completely when about to take a bite into it. And the worst part, its melted onto to the floor when about to lick it get absorbed into the floor! How exceedingly frustrating, humiliating, belittling and traumatizing. So the mouse decided to give up on cheese. From this day onward I will have only bread which is visible in front of the eyes, non-melting non absorb-able hard bread and no cheese. But then, all the bread the mouse came up with were moldy old and inedible even for a mouse!So, back to square one. But this mouse will not rest till she find something permanent and sustaining.

Mouse tales

The mouse as usual has gone back into lethargic mode. This mode makes the mouse forget future. No saving cheese for winter. No finding an abode for safety. Just being in the moment. But then lethargy does not mean 'being in the moment'. I think the mouse brain is living up to its expected capacity! So, to brush up the potentials the mouse decides to read some intellectually stimulating articles. The amazing information which was showered on the mouse made it muse more. Looks like the animation industry and the fairy tale makers have some aversion towards 'mothers'. They are pointing a finger at the mother figures and saying, "If only you were not around being over protective and all, we would have achieved so much". So this mother mouse decided to be a mother hen and is trying to 'peck out' the baby mouse to make him self-dependent and more importantly not accusing the mother mouse of ruining his chances at stardom with ridiculous overprotectiveness. But as expected pecking does not seem like a mouse trait and this mouse in particular is finding it extremely difficult. The decision is made- The mouse is going to drink this cup of tea and give it to baby mouse as well!

Love for life.

Love is a many splendored word. It holds different meaning to different people. It is the means and ends for a lot of people and it is the doom for a lot others. It is no doubt its many splendored. My first introduction into ‘Romantic love’ was through books. (Of course, I studied in a Girls only school and even hypothetically I studied in a co-ed school I wouldn’t have experienced it first hand). So books, and I was fascinated. The observation of surrounding gave me no clue that this was real. There was no longing look, warm gazes, reassuring smiles, romantic gestures between the couples I observed around. But there was trust, reliability, commitment, sincerity and a promise to go all the way. So, I realized it might be a combination of both. Then came Jane Austin with her Pride and prejudice. There was no ‘love at first sight’, there was no instant attraction. But there was an understanding, mutual respect, acceptance and trust which was built in months and years. That made sense to me. That was something possible. Especially for a socially awkward over weight adolescent, this understanding of each other in other levels than physical appearance and instant attraction made sense. It was never the stereotypical couple that held my interest. My heroes were Mr. Darcy, Atticus Finch, Rhett Butler and then Howard Roark. Roark and Finch sustained, rather still continues. Then, another notion came. Love is not about the other person. It is all about what you are and how you feel around another person. You feel comfortable and happy with friends. You feel suffocated around people who you dislike. What should you feel like when around someone you love? Comfortable and happy and relaxed. Moreover, we should be able to be ourselves. No pretentions no excuses and no misgivings. Does it happen in a day? No. Does it happen with only one single person? I am not sure. Does it sound pure and sacrificial? No. So for me ‘love’ denotes a very selfish need fulfillment. The need to belong, the need to be accepted the need to be ‘complete’, the need to be self- actualized. Where is the divinity, sacredness and purity literature associates with Love? I don’t see it. It is not sacred or pure it’s just need, which also involves the basic need of procreation. I am sure there are lovers who will die for each other. But what good are you dead, to another person? It seems like you no longer could stand it so you ended it. What is so pure about it? Isn’t it intolerance and impatience? Romeo and Juliet are my least favorite lovers. How can we call it eternal? They didn’t believe in their love enough to live it! To me both of them were under depression or something. But I know Shakespeare has out done himself with ‘Taming of the Shrew’. The hero marries for money, finally they both are in ‘love’. There is mutual acceptance and respect in the end. For me that is romantic. And then Nicholas Sparks with his perfect romantic couple stories. It is nice to read, and imagine. But in truth how many men will cook and serve a romantic dinner to their beloved as a surprise? Or send small notes in letters, emails, in bottles? Or listen to the worries and concerns and reply appropriately or act as expected? How many women are impeccably beautiful, supportive, understanding and encouraging at the most difficult situations? So, again it is all about how good you can handle each other and work around each other that matters. All the rest are just hypothetical theories!

After such a long time I am writing on my blog. More than 2 years I guess. And I was surprised to see that the last blogs are there available and intact. Something technology can do. And it is amazing. Now, the reason I wanted to blog is, Reading. Once I start reading, I cant stop! Well, not sure whether it is good or bad. Well, I don't know how can an author not get tired of the books he publish on and off, when it have the same themes and repetitions. For instance Chetan Bhagat. He is definitely a good author with his style and ease of presentation. But then recently I read another book and then, what is new? IIT/IIM, stress, bunking classes, good looking girl, average looking boys, boring lectures, fat pay cheques. I don't know why he cant come out of the usual pattern! After sometime it become so predictive! Then take Dan Brown. I immensely enjoyed reading Davinci Code and Angels & Demons. But Inferno. Well, Robert Langdon don't know what he is doing why he is in a particular place, everybody is out to kill him and a Female who definitely has above average intelligence helps him in his escapades. Is not these themes repetitive. oh! almost forgot robbery from Mueseum! I respect and admire Dan Brown for his knowledge and grasp on history, symbols, books and everything. So, I strongly believe he can do much better than the repetition of themes. So, when I read Karna's wife by Kavitha Kane it was a refreshing difference. No overload of information. simple free flowing language. And she had the same questions I had whenever I read The great Epic Mahabarath. If Arjuna is the greatest Warrior, how could Ekalavya out do him? Only because he was born in lower class he was denied education and he was refused even the fruit of his dedication and commitment. I did not like Drona and Arjuna! Then came Karna, again if Arjuna was sure to win why trick Karna? And strangely Karna gave up his birth shields, Vowed to his mother regarding usage of his weapons and knew he was fighting against his brothers. I respect the righteous Karna than the gambling Yuddishtra for his virtues! So, loved to read a different view point. And interestingly, I went back to the times I read M.T. Vasudevan Nair's 'Randamoozham' where Bhima is the Hero. I loved that as well. So, if there are anyone out there thinking of a different version and different view point of Mahabarth, let it out. I will read for sure. Probability of me liking is high, so you have atleast one sure reader :) Robert Galbraith - The Cuckoo is Calling, The Silk Worm. Interesting read.. A handicapped, below average looking almost giant like private detective with a sense of humor and good logical reasoning. The first book I guessed the culprit earlier on. Second book had my suspects list but could not point on one person. Apart from the suspense, the flow of writing was good, and simple. Most thing made sense and Cormoran Strike- definitely different name and he eats! So, a usual normal man with his deductive abilities and good training is solving murders. Very likely and interesting. I hope the trend continues.. so, that is that. I did not mean this as book review. but just my thoughts. My muses rather...

Packing

Mouse is back from HQ.On entering the temporary abode mouse smells crisis. The time has come, to shift to change the abode. But mouse is too lazy to put things together. So scheming is going on.. nothing seems to work out, so mouse decides. Let there be chaos. Leave the abode in the present mess, call mama mouse for disaster management. But, alas, mouse turns out to be unlucky as mama mouse is currently doing disaster management somewhere else. Panic strikes. Darting eyes all around mouse started running around pulling out stuff, only for late realization that its not a mouse's job. MOUSE CAN ONLY MOVE CHEESE NOT CLOTHES AND BOOKS :(