A little more leisure to sit and dream;

The Good and the Bad at the moment!

GOOD: I took time to post my # 502 post almost two and half months.

Mean time I have a blog called kirukalkal in my language Tamil.

I have a mobile device to post in my blog.

I was successful in posting a picture taken in the mobile device.

I have one here too.

The person with this blog is my son.

He got admission in PUC is attending the classes for the past two months.

His mood swings are there.

I should talk to him politely.

He is attending dental Hospital for better teeth.

Four tooth are removed and the braces are paining - poor fellow.

I pick up the following lines from my 500th post:

A little less thirst for the latest news.

A little more leisure to sit and dream;

I want to sit and dream.

I want to dream that one day this blog would make'blog of note'

Here is comment received for my 500th post:

wowyou have been writing in blog from 2001!!!!

amazing

congradulations on your 500th post

keep rocking

I want to keep rocking!

the blog by thooya is a very good one

wanna to learn from that blog too.

BAD:The last posting...

501 posting was done on 14th May.

The damn statement 24 is not moving.

It is a head ache thing.

Hope like the swroa thing and wc thing it will have a good finish.

How long I have to wait?

Hope blogging about that...wailing earnestly about that will bring some turning point.

Comments

The Big Bang Theory.

He is robbed including his pants. He can’t fix himself to change in life. He calls Leonard. — Girmit (^‿^) (@cgBalu) 🚆 → 🚉 → 🚆 → 🚉 A funny moment from The Big Bang Theory (Season 8, Episode 1). Sheldon decides to tour American cities by train. New York. Arizona. A few others. But there is a Sheldon twist. He never actually goes into the cities. He remains inside trains and railway stations, orbiting them like a cautious satellite. Then disaster strikes. He is robbed. Everything goes. Even his pants. And Sheldon being Sheldon, he cannot recalibrate his personality. So he does the only logical thing in his universe: he calls Leonard. ❤😎

Gunshot Piercing

Chill Gunshot Piercing It began, as all life-altering decisions do, with someone else’s fashion. My younger cousin walked in wearing purple ear studs—confident, casual, as if he had always been this stylish creature. I looked at him. He looked at me. The studs looked back at me and whispered, “Upgrade pending…” My wife sealed the matter in one line: “You will look good.” That was it. Proposal passed. No further discussion. A few days later, we went to the jeweller’s shop to buy a chain for our daughter. A normal, respectable outing. But destiny had other plans… and a small device that makes a sound like a stapler with attitude. My five-year-old grandson came along, purely for moral support—his own, not mine. The jeweller inspected my ears like an archaeologist discovering ancient ruins. “Ah! Old holes are there,” he declared, as if announcing hidden treasure. My wife took charge. She marked the exact spot on my earlobes with the seriousness of a surgeon and the confidence of ...

Same ease. Same certainty. No performance.

We went to the community departmental store, my grandson and I. I like walking with him. I’m quietly proud of it. Long ago, when I was young, I travelled in a car with a prominent man from our small town. My uncle sat beside him; I sat in front with the driver. He wasn’t loud. Didn’t instruct much. Authority sat on him like it had always belonged there. We had gone to a bigger town for Deepavali shopping. At one stop, my uncle got down, ran into a shop, and brought back two veshtis. The man didn’t touch them. Didn’t examine. Just glanced and said, almost lazily, “Take the one with the green border.” That was it. Decision made. No noise, no effort. Now I’m in a store again. Different time. Different company. My wife has given me a list. My grandson walks beside me, scanning shelves. At the biscuit aisle, he doesn’t fumble through brands. No debate. His eyes settle on a purple pa...

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