Archive | November, 2016

Faded Mystery

30 Nov

Last weekend, I decided to get my wardrobe winter ready.  It isn’t a difficult process, actually.  It’s just one big box needs to be unboxed and unpacked and I have my winter clothes ready.  However, this otherwise-would-have-been-a-piece-of-cake exercise became quite taxing because I couldn’t find the box that needed unboxing and unpacking.

Instead I found another box… the label on it faded. For a long time I wasn’t even sure if it was mine.  Anyway, because there was no one around, I opened it and lo-and-behold, the box was mine, indeed.  The first thing you’ll find in any of my boxes is of course a diary.  If I were to collect all my diaries – used and unused, presented or bought… they are just far too many and I find them everywhere… especially inside anything that is packed/ sealed.

Apart from the diary, there were a few stuff inside this “box”.  Although, I remembered most of the articles in it, I did find a scarf which may not have belonged to me.  I found a printed scarf.  I’m more of a non-printed kind-of-I-prefer-plain person.  Non of my scarves are printed, they are all plain or at most monochrome.  So, there was this faded scarf… the colours are all weird too [with reference to my monochrome taste]… there’s a bit of blue, a bit of purple, a bit of yellow, a bit of orange, tiny pink bits [hearts… believe you me]…

Every time I find an old item [be it clothes or diaries or just about anything], I remember how I had acquired it… these things are the object of my time-travel.  But, this scarf rang no bell… the memories are way more faded than the scarf itself.  If this was a gift, I would have remembered for sure.  If I had borrowed it from someone, I’d have definitely remembered that too.  Well, so I must have bought it on some buy-printed-scarf-for-a-change impulse.  Yes, very plausible, because I do act on such impulse once in a while.

Then my memory starts playing games with me.  According to this memory, I vaguely remember trying this scarf on and thinking to myself “I must try print”I don’t know if my mind is making up this memory or if that really is the memory of this scarf.  That remains a mystery…


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Daily Prompt: Culture

29 Nov

If Turkish [a character from the film Snatch] were to answer to today’s daily prompt… this is how he might do –>

What do I know about Culture?  I was a happy boxing promoter…

However, I’m not Turkish [neither from the film nor of that descent].  So for me culture could mean many many things…. I’ll try to point out 5 of those, just to fit in MY 5 category.

  1. Agriculture The culture that gives us our “daily bread”
  2. Horticulture This culture gives us flowers, I believe
  3. Yogurt cultures These are the bacteria that are apparently used in making yogurt
  4. Blood culture This one is “…a test that looks for germs such as bacteria or fungi in the blood…” [source]
  5. Culture Shock: [Dictionary meaning]

    noun the feeling of disorientation experienced by someone when they are suddenly subjected to an unfamiliar culture, way of life, or set of attitudes.


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Vim n Vigor

28 Nov

The moment I saw today’s prompt, I thought of one comic-strip sort of on-paper-meme-thing from the past, when jokes weren’t related by memes.

Well this strip-meme [from the past] looked like this.  I’ll try to write the picture and although my word limit could be a thousand words, I’ll try to do it in half the words or maybe even lesser.

There are two parallel strips.

 The first one says “ABOVE 30”.  In this picture-strip, there’s a man full of vim and vigor on a Monday.  Tuesday, he’s slouches a bit.  Wednesday, he’s slouched further.  Thursday, he’s barely sitting straight.  By Friday, he’s sprawled on the floor, eyes drooping.  Saturday, he relaxes.  Sunday, he relaxes a little more.  Monday, he’s back with his usual vigor.

Image result for exhausted friday meme

           VS.     Image result for Monday to friday above 30 meme

The second one says “BELOW 30”.  In this picture-strip, there’s a young man slouching and looking dazed [with spiral eyes] on a Monday [sort of hungover].  Tuesday, he still has his slouch.  Wednesday, he’s slightly erect.  Thursday, he’s sitting straight.  Friday, he’s seen in his full vigor. Saturday, he drinks and drinks and drinks. Sunday, he drinks and drinks and drinks.  Monday, he’s back with his slouch.

So which category do you belong to [not age-wise] – Exhausted Monday or Exhausted Friday?  I surely belong to Exhausted-MondayToFriday  :wink wink:


Image Source: First Image “Otterly Exhausted”  Second Image “TGIF”

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The colour Pungent

27 Nov

Some days you just can’t write… I have been living one of those such days.  Just to make writing a habit, I have been trying to come up with posts with the help of Daily Prompts.  What I write can be called deplorable and in my defense all I can say is – it’s only because i’m TRYING to make writing a habit… ha ha ha… yeah, heard that been there ?!?  Well once again in my defense –> THAT WAS my defense.

Anyway back to trying to making writing a habit…  back to trying to come up with posts with the help of Daily Prompt.

Pungent

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Well, last week there was a prompt “Aroma” and this was my response.  Here, I have mentioned my only “sense” that actually senses things properly – my olfaction sense. Therefore, I must say I know my pungent, I know pungent to such an extent that I can even see it.  If pungent had a colour, it would definitely resemble the mouldy purplish pus-ish bluish greenish rotting-brownish stinking-yellowish for sure… and that colour would rightly be called Pungent.

What would your colour Pungent look like??  <O_O>

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Sated Saturday

25 Nov

…if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

…if Friday’s here, can weekend be far behind?

NO  NO  NO!!!  Weekend’s here… yippie yippie… no better way to feel sated than to know tomorrow is Saturday.  Sated Saturday!  I’ve never felt so wonderful shouting out TGIF and actually meaning it.

Honestly, I can’t think of anything else [overworked…]

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my Chaotic life

24 Nov
When I wasn’t working, my life was chaotic, a bit literally and a bit not so literally.

Chaotic House: I was lazy to such an extent that my place always had that recently-bombed look.  Things were everywhere… every night my bed had to be found [discovered] under the rubble of everything that had happened that day… [early morning afternoon] I had to tiptoe my way out… it was like walking through a filed of mines for fear of smashing those “everything” that would be lying on the floor…

Chaotic Eating:  There was hardly any time for breakfast… by the time I got up and got out of the minefield, it would be almost past noon… So if I was hungry, I’d still wait for the time to be late afternoon or at least 2 pm to have my first meal… by now I’d be so starved I could eat a whale… and so I’d feast like a king… then I’d be so stuffed that there was no way I could eat another morsel for the rest of the day…

Now I’ve started working, and I’ll be working for a few months straight… so my life is just plain chaotic.

Chaotic House:  Earlier it was the laziness that kept me from keeping a straight house… now I do not have time to clean up… my house is still a minefield…

Chaotic Eating:  I hardly have time to fix myself some breakfast in the morning… at lunch break there is just too many things to do [there’s always something that urgently needs to get done just around lunch time]… so tea tea tea tea tea tea… I grab cookies here, crumbs there, fries here, apple there… tea tea tea tea tea…

Chaotic Weekends: I didn’t know weekends could be so taxing and so less relaxing…  I had so many things to do this last weekend… getting up late didn’t help either… there was laundry to be done…  Having to go to work means having to wear clean clothes… it isn’t like hanging out in pj’s all day… while Saturday thus slipped by, Sunday was over in the blink of an eye…

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Antsy in Anticipation

23 Nov

I have always felt that “antsy” and “anticipation” go hand in hand.  And before too long, slowly yet surely, anticipation becomes synonymous to ANXIETY.

In which case, I wonder… Why do we even anticipate?

But I do know, it’s easier said than done.  We do not get antsy or anxious because we want to anticipate… Anticipation just happens!

  • Buying gifts for friends and family [Will they like it?  Will they love it?]
  • Dressing up [Is this good enough?  Would I look better in the other dress?]
  • Going to sleep [Will I miss the alarm?  Will I turn off the alarm and forget to get up?]
  • Having a conversation [Will I forget what I’m about to say?]
  • Opening a present [Will I like what’s inside the box?  Will my disappointment unintentionally be reflected on my face?]

 

Knowing whatever will be will be we still anticipate what will be…!


via Daily Prompt: Anticipation

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