Hobbies make good company..

In case you are wondering ."What the heck...?"..Here is the clue - when you are bored out of your mind turn to your hobby. Or hobbies.

When I was in school and things will start to 'hit the fan', I would reach for my diary and start writing. I wrote whatever came to my mind.. Limericks, poems, about the day, about the neighbors dog, muse about how the shit hit the fan..Anything. It was peaceful and calming. Move over yoga!

No serious, it was the best company I could ask for.....Well except for the feral eyed Tomcat who used to cosy up to me now and then.

Well then we moved and mister feral kitty was left behind. And it was me and my diary again. But the city was too noisy and I could come up with nothing to write. And just like that I discovered something else. Doodling. Oh well two things actually. The second was my guitar.

I guess my perceptive big brother may have figured that "my old guitar" will make a good cuddle bunny one day. Oh sorry man if you are reading..no offense! Well so here I was doodling on paper drawing faces, designs, cars.... even if they didn't look like what they were supposed to be. And there were the strings.

I fumbled with the instrument.. and the squawks and twangs never sounded better. I have fond memories of evening spent, eyes scrunched up, lips pressed together -trying to master the first few lines of "A 100 miles away from home".

Now, am at another place another home. I still write. And I paint. Sceneries mostly..with my old brush and water paints. But they still have the same effect -peace and comfort. Guess I really couldn't ask for better company. And they aren't even high maintenance.

FLy on the windshield

Ok this is for all the pushy people out there who keep bugging me with "why don't you post?". Now if you are thinking this is going to be an abstract piece about some unfortunate afore mentioned insect.. well you got it right!

This thought occured to me on the passing.. quite accidentally you know - that to cross the roads in India you need to have eyes like the fly. You know.. lots of eyes.. in a convex shaped head.. oh c'mon guys go see "The Fly" if you don't know what I am talking about.

So, imagine having a bunch of eyes.. that give you a 360 degree view of life. "Zen at 12 o'clock.. ooh big truck bearing down at 3 o'clock.. gah stupid bike behind me...."

Anyhow, so there I was dreaming of the possibilities the multiple eyes could give me.. in crossing the road.. watching more then one TV etc... and then it hit me.. ONE WRONG MOVE and I am a fly on the windshield. SPALT!! SQUELCH! You get my drift. Life would be so short. And no funeral. Hm... well I guess gotta live this life as a human and cross the roads the normal way.. suicidally. But hey a girl can dream! Cheerio boys and girls.