CC or Chinese Connection

Rt now, China and I are this close. This is their year of Ox and I concur. This is my year of Ox too.

I had intially thought of it as the year of the Bufallo. But one knows there is a fine difference between the Ox and the Buffalo.

The word “buffalo,” by the way, comes to English from the Romance languages; the Spanish word is búfalo, and the Italian is bufalo. The word is a distant cousin of our word “beef.” The word “bison” comes from Latin, where it referred to an ox, and it may originally have been a Germanic term meaning “stinking animal.” (courtesy Quezi).

So for now, I am willing to be the stinky Ox in the china shop.

Talk like an Ox, Walk like an Ox, theeeenk like an Ox...plough like an Ox... have a hump or two. Paint my horns red,wear bells on my feet....SNORT.....

nO mOrE bEiNg ThE nAmBy PaMbY cAt...and her, with all her hair fallen out.

START/STOP/START

Three posts in 2008, I bravely move on to 2009.....along with a new house, busier husband, some amount of happiness....more and improved resolutions and a lil more focus????!
Of all the assets..the new house is most intangible...the hours spent on it cud have been spent on healthier pursuits, but when it was over ( ok, so its never over till its really over) I expected a punch , a feeling of coming home...let me tell u, me friend...it hasnt sunk it yet. I used abt 10 or more colours on the bloody walls...and it feels colourful,beautiful, cheery and like someone else house. The odd part though...my furniture fits perfectly into this someone else house.
I have few resolutions regarding the house too -
1.Take pics and indirectly connect to the other new year resolution of being more of a camera person.
2.Write about the house..and yes, this is a good start..if they will have it...
3. Make a garden and I dont have a clue...just an image...
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(Cut for image).....medium sized trees, bent and sweeping out...lanterns hung from it...no lawn!!..but weathered rocks in places...and ivy and fern and moss...and a crooked lil path, no paving, occasional slabs.....an old wooden pulley over the well...a small thulsi thara...big white roses..climbing plants, trellis to the tiled roof...white/pink flowers..never yellow...the blank wall facing the front door...with something written on it, a mantra for a blue day...stone lions...collection of cacti, coz not enough appreciation for it and also, coz i might not water occassionaly....
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Taking a position

Bhaskar, son of `The Kumars at No.42' took on the big cities of India for televison the other day.

In Bombay, he sat to judge Mrs India contest sponsored by Mrs Maureen Wadia where married women are given the same opportunities as their unmarried cousins.
In the question round, the stumper came in the form of ``What do u think of marital rape?'' ( I am almost sure she said martial though, maybe even martian) and the camera shied away from the contestants face and showed Mr Bhaskar grimacing in sympathy.In fact, I felt more sorry for him than for the contestant.

In reply, the girl hemmed and hawed and condemned rapes in all forms, but said she would try to understand.. .was vexed about whether she would walk out of the marriage...no easy answer to that question, even if you have spent lots of time practising in front of the mirror in a swim suit.

The Indian woman is used to cringe factors.Our arranged marriages make us couple with men who were strangers to you till the other day and then expects us to produce healthy babies, in the period of one year or two. What marital rape? Teach us the difference.

From a lay woman’s point of view, sex, many times, can be over the top. When Vatsayan in his kindness left us a rule manual that can be referred to again and again and again, he should have realized the onus of responsibility that he left on women. Sex has become a test of skill in that you need to be alert and when its time, grab the packet from the night stand and quick as a fish, slip it on the drunken husband. If only he came to you proficient with the skill which would make this skill worth it.

As for motherhood, try putting your feet in stirrups , ‘the pelvis up ward back bone straight relaxed position’ of a gynaec exam - the only place where the angled view of a curious head is not a treat. It is a torture that many women undergo and gladly because more than the exciting patter of baby beats within you, your mother vouches that it is a great and fulfilling experience and the culmination to being a woman and your mother-in-law should be pleased too.

Betty got some better resolutions.

End of first month and I am convinced more than ever than it simply is not time yet for 2008.

Two days before New Year, I was befuddled and sitting on the prow of a boat with no resolutions for the new year. There was no sense of achievement for what happened the old year, no hopes, no dreams..hell, I have not slept well in ages..well, that is not really connected to this, but...

And this January 2008, let me re-confirm , I have no yearning to connect with friends, still no charitable thoughts about relatives, no overwhelming yearning to kiss, no interest in cricket stars post haircuts.... or movie stars without haircuts...and no, I still dont like orkut.
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A kind friend analysed and rubbished the feeling - think of all thats good...she improvised.
Er, your kids didnt fall sick last year.
(Her daughter had recently recovered from a long bout of chicken pox.)You got a car and you are driving well.
(Hmm, ok. But frankly, those pathetic neck cramps at peak traffic hrs are still there.)
Your office space is bigger, painted red and ready for more work.
( Gimme work to work in a red office!!)
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Post Script Optimista -To drag me out of the sorry morass and to make my miserable matters better, I am dedicating this year to the Year of the Cat. The Chinese, I think, has made it the Year of the Rat.
But, what do they know?
This is the Year of the Pessimistic Cat.
Climb higher, fall lighter, purr, scratch...generally, make out like the cat and lose all 9 lives.
Oh yes, shed hair all over the sofa.