Celebrating life!

They finally left. We r left with an empty base (the kennel went along with them- the base of it was left behind) n hearts. I'm trying to finish with my NET exam so I can get back to work on July 1.

Corbu n Kannan are taking their time to leave - their owner ain't ready for them yet

Corbu the labrador and Kannan the daschund are leaving us to return to their original owner - dad' s brother-in-law.

To be a man, first of all, I would not desire For it’s the woman after all, who sets the world on fire. But if I were to be a man, what would I do? Obviously much more than make a hullabaloo. I’d stop complaining about the men in power, And start aiming at the bottom of the political tower. Instead of forever harping about my wife, I’d find solutions to end the long strife. Other couch potatoes would have lazed in front of the telly, But I, I would have helped with the supper and jelly. The garbage bin would be cleared without a frown, My perfectly arranged shelves - surely nagging it would drown. The children would find their father briskly ironing his pants, With an eye on the cricket stadium packed with fans. At night I’d take turns to tell stories galore, Of knights and princesses and wizards of yore. At work you’d find me sympathising with a worker, Whose life story is a sure tear jerker. You’d find me at the desk from nine to five, Not constantly at the coffee machine, like bees ...

How do you usually react when an old friend comes visiting unexpectedly? Do you feel out of this world? Ecstatic? Overjoyed? Out of words or breathe? And what do you do next? Welcome your friend with open arms? Maybe a hug? Sometimes with blasphemous words for having disappeared for so long, but definitely joyously? And then what next? Do you sit and have verbal exchanges over what you’ve done with your lives? Talk about old times and mutual friends, and enjoy the nostalgia? Swap pictures of families and that drooling baby or b.f. whichever it may be? Maybe a cup of coffee or dinner? And finally? You part ways again? Promising to keep in touch, whether it happens or not? You might agree with at least some of these responses. But let me tell you, none of this is what I did when an old friend came visiting me. We had parted ways for sometime, especially after I left for Chennai and been so out of sync that neither knew what happened to the other. And then all of a sudden he turns up at m...

I thought this first posting should tell you a little about me. Orkut users will find a lot about me in my profile. I often go by the name Tina- the acronym for There Is No Alternative: basically because a) it’s my real name and b) it implies what it means- there’s no alternative to me. There’s only one me. TINA works as a guest lecturer in her obscure town of Kottayam at the college of her under graduation- B.C.M. College for Women. In the English department where I work (and manage to create quite a ruckus) with a shoestring budget we attempt to create vistas into the world of literature to undergraduate students. The astounding number of unsuccessful attempts only proves that were it not for the likes of Shakespeare, the likes of me would be jobless. For me it’s the English student’s nightmare – literary criticism – that provides unemployment. As a non-entity on this earth – very little can be said about my other aspects. Physically I cut an imposing figure- a round one. Academicall...