Bottle of water,notepad and pencil on my nightstand

Kira is in her early 50s - still bubbly and exuberant. She is waiting in front of a fancy restaurant.She thinks to herself " I hope he turns up.I dont want to be stood up.Already people in the street are staring at me. It must be this saree I am wearing.It is probably too bling for my age."A few minutes of anxious waiting passes and she sees Joe walking up to her with a big smile on his face. Joe is handsome - all of 28 years - looking stunning in this casual brown blazer worn with jeans and formal shoes.They greet each other warmly and walk in together into the restaurant.

The eatery is full, they need to wait a few minutes before they are escorted to the table which is in the other end. As they walk across hand in hand, Kira sees a lot of women staring at them.She sees envy in their eyes and knows they are all wondering what a handsome man like Joe is doing with her.Kira holds Joe's hand tightly.She needn't have worried.Joe seems to have his eyes on her and isn't looking at anyone else.They order dinner and are having a conversation.Kira leans in and says something to Joe which makes him laugh out loudly. Ah! The pleasant sound of his laughter is heard louder than the clitter-clatter of the use of cutlery all around.Kira smiles.She is happy to have entertained him.All the envious women still give her the dirty look.

I realise this is a dream and that I am Kira.I want to wake up and write down the funny line I told Joe so that I can use it in real life.I wake up stumble around for a paper and pencil and manage to write it down and fall asleep content in the knowledge that my humour will be alive when I wake up!  A few hours later I wake up and search frantically for the paper. I do not find it. Looks like I have lost my chance with a younger guy along with my humour!

Random mutterings!

"A little less conversation, a little more action please..."

We spend most of our lives conversing about daily mundane stuff. What I hate more than the complaining ( which I admit I do a lot! ) is being pointed out that one is complaining.To all those of you who say that - do you really think we dont already know we are indulging in this?If you do not wish to hear, steer the conversation to another direction instead of a blatant "You are complaining. Stop". That angers me more than listening to a dull drone of complaints towards which I aint sympathetic.

Speaking of complaining I found this in a friend's status message :
http://www.howtobemiserable.org - the definitive guide to misery!

I also hear that "True friend is someone who never gets tired of listening to your pointless dramas over and over again - Lauren Conard". So those of you who cant stand my complaining, Lauren Conard doesn't think you are my friend and I am likely to agree!

Partying? Carry sunglasses and stole!

There have been a lot of news reports of raids being conducted in popular pubs in metro cities and all party goers found at these venues being arrested.My two cents on this issue - be prepared to protect your identity when you go partying.Carry sunglasses and a stole to cover your face in the trendy little clutch that matches your dress for the night. The moment the police decide to conduct the raid, the media is already waiting outside with videocameras to flash your face all over national tv.

Ideally, the press shouldnt be there clicking the pictures and thereby forcing all party goers cover their face to protect their identity. It is not a crime to be at a pub if you are an adult.Why indulge in this act of covering your face making you look guilty? Yes- agreed that the media does flash your face with the breaking news that banned substance was found at a rave party.But that does not necessarily mean you were the trader/consumer of banned substances. Cover your face so that your family/neighbours don't know its you. Of course it is shameful to the community that the civilized, well mannered working girl is having a nice evening in a popular pub with her friends. So go ahead cover up - give the society what it wants and so that it keeps wanting more of this so called "moral" behaviour!

Fiction Books - fiction really?

Am Micheal yearning for my lost love and spending my days with my only other passion :Music.

Am Kiki, middle aged- mother of 3- have sacrificed my entire life for my husband - an academic.

Am Maraim- caught in the middle of the Taliban Regime-fighting to raise my son right.

Am Sal - travelling from the east coast to the west in US - drinking,having a gala time.

Am Eddie - trying desparately to be an actor in Mumbai.

I have always been immersed into the characters I read about and I ponder on the dilemmas faced by these characters. I have heard critisicm that reading and immersing oneself in the charcters hinders originality of thought and your thoughts tend to mirror that of the author's. Irrespective of whether I am original anymore, I enjoy being immersed in a world so different from mine!

But with each year I am more critical of the stuff I read and am now not so open to trying something new. I need to research on a book, read a couple of reviews, get a sense of the book and only then do I pick it up to read. My hubby tells me often that I have already decided on whether or not I like a book even before I read it, but in my defense I still do read it and it usually does affirm my instincts.