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The Gnome syndrome!

The mystery of the misbehaving laptop.

If it hadn’t happened for the fourth time now, I would have dismissed it as a mere coincidence. But today is the fourth time this is happening and it is leading me to the illogical conclusion that my laptop has a mind on its own. It reminds me of this story of the car being allergic to Vanilla Ice-cream.Which I reproduce here: (If you already know it--skip it and scroll down)
A complaint received by the Pontiac Division of General Motors:“This is the second time I have written you, and I don’t blame you for not answering me, because I kind of sound crazy, but it is a fact that we have a tradition in our family of ice cream for dessert after dinner each night. The kind of ice cream varies so every night after we have eaten, the whole family votes on which kind of ice cream we should have and I drive down to the store to get it. It is also a fact that I recently purchased a new Pontiac and since then my trips to the store have created a problem.You see, every time I buy vanilla ice cream…

Chronicles of Purvi! Happy 7th birthday darling!

Purvi turns seven tomorrow. My baby is becoming a little girl. She still gazes at me with adoration. She hovers around me when I am getting dressed. She watches me as I apply my lipstick. And as I comb my hair. She looks at the clothes I have chosen andthe perfume I use. She inhales, smiles approvingly and puts her arms around me.She squeezes me tight. Then a little breathlessly and in complete awe she says “Mommy—you look beautiful!” She means it from the heart. I can see the adulation in her eyes.
She makes me feel so good. At times like these I think that I need her more than she needs me.
Another conversation that took place a few days ago
“Maaa…Will you please brush my teeth?” “ You are big girl now.Almost seven. Brush it yourself.”“Maaaaa… please. Pretty please with sugar and cherries.”“I don’t like sugar and cherries.”“Please Mommy—Please—No sugar and cherries then—Please can you brush for me?”“No. I don’t know how to brush teeth” (and I pretend to be really busy)“Okay—can I brush…

Feeling needed

Really sorry--I have had to remove this post as it will soon appear in a book. Making it available online would have been very unfair to my publisher who has placed so much trust in me. I hope you enjoy the other posts as much as you enjoyed this one. A heartfelt thanks for your support and understanding.Thanks for continuing to read what I write.

Good things

For our 13 th wedding anniversary, we had made a week end trip to a lovely beach called Kashid, which is about 170 kilometres from pune, on the Konkan coast. The trip was lovely, memorable, soothing. The best part was that we were totally cut off from the outside world. Mobiles (and black berrys too. I HATE those things—heh heh!) did not work there.
We had almost the whole beach to ourselves. When we went to the beach, early in the morning, the tide had washed ashore hundreds of colourful pebbles. They were so beautiful, embedded in the sand. (see pictures.Click to enlarge) It made me think that they are like people who come into your life, at different points in time. I have moved all my life and I feel blessed that I have the ability to make friends easily. Whatever place I have lived in, I still have good friends there, whom I can just call and say I am visiting them and they would welcome me with open arms. (Another good thing about moving is that you can lose touch with the ones …

Magic of faith

Really sorry--I have had to remove this post as it will soon appear in a book. Making it available online would have been very unfair to my publisher who has placed so much trust in me. I hope you enjoy the other posts as much as you enjoyed this one. A heartfelt thanks for your support and understanding.Thanks for continuing to read what I write.