The Late Bird gets it all....

We as a family, are always late. For everything. And, it's not that bad at all. Read on.

Think of any mode of transportation that involves a schedule -buses, trains, flights and we'll be always behind. With 2 kids and 6 pieces of luggage, it actually makes it kind of exciting. Really. Ah, the thrill of making that rush into the airport. The glee of checking in as the last person on the line. Hoping nervously that your online booking would have gone through, and not erased mysteriously by the mean airline computer. It's like playing out an intense, nail-biting drama - minus the screeching violins in the background. If alive, Hitchcock would have enough ammunition to make a movie, titled - "Suspense at the Airport". What can i say? The master has missed his magnum opus.

So, folks, i highly recommend this new adventure for all of you. Try for yourself. Be late for the airport next time. Especially, if you are dwelling in one of America's most boring suburbs like us - throw your watches in the nearby gutter and join the club. Do not let false notions of punctuality hold you back. It's pathetic, i know, but this is the highest adrenalin rush you could ever get, for the next ten years. Unless you count the day your garbage truck arrived exactly on time. Or, the day your appliance broke down right before a big party. Or......mmmm, nothing else comes to my mind. Yeah, that pretty much exhausts all the excitement quota of a suburban life.

You'll thank me forever for this tip. Except, of course, if you miss the flight. In that case, you are on your own. You can scream, shout, rant or rave - but please don't - again, do not swear at me. Some people are sensitive, you know.

You and your compass....

Let's talk about what each and every one of us have within ourselves. That deep, down voice that tells us strongly what to do, not to do, what we ought to do but choose not to and regret later on with a "I-told-me-so", things that we wish to do but dare not try in our lifetime....you get the drift. Yes, it is that all-pervading, metaphorical inner compass, or the SatNavs of our lives that I'm getting into. Young adults think they have an independent mind, and do and act that way. In reality, though, in most of the cases, it's not even of their own choice, but out of peer pressure. Which interestingly, brings a point- whose collective, mob voice is it then? If everyone is busy copying someone else doing the same, then who the heck started the fire? No clue, but let's assume for sanity's sake that some life form starts a trend which gets viral, bacterial, whatever. And, suddenly there's a strong urge that compels every youngster to do it ...

On Equality....

So much hoopla about womanhood, feminism, and what's right or wrong, extreme or mild versions of it, am suddenly feeling a urge to clarify my views on this topic. Quite bizarrestrangoweird that it never crossed my mind all these donkey's years, to actually think of what being a woman meant to me, leave alone write about it. Anyways, let me just sit down and make an attempt to de-clutter all the muck and mud surrounding this mess. One word pretty much bottoms it down, and I've given away the punchline in my title anyway- EQUALITY. As simple as that. What goes for the goose goes for the gander. Except, what both genders physiologically can and can't do- pregnancy and childbirth, hormones, work that involves upper body strength etc. Even the latter is kind of debatable, with sports being a levelling field right now - yes, that was meant to be "punny" :-) Anything else that is possible for both genders, like education, work, choosing a life pa...

The Humor Bone...

Is there really one in our body? Or, maybe it's just a wacky, weird word play on the actual "humerus" bone. Who says Science and Literature don't mix, right? Be that as it may, having the ability to laugh with (note, not "at") others is a great habit to groom, polish and whatever else you do for general sanity check. Laughing apparently releases endomorphins or "feel-good" chemicals in our body- that's what researchers say, not me. So, anything from clowns, funny shows, even if a pathetic physical tickle is what it takes to get a smile, would be fine. Now, bear with me on this laziest one in the history of analogies. Imagine you're at the bottom of a hill. Ready, set, this would your starting position. Moving up, have you noticed how it's so easy to laugh at external things, but not at ourselves? But, if we do want to get there, we got to travel a long way to taking ourselves a little less serious than others do. Rea...

C'est La Vie;That's life

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