Saturday, December 10, 2011

Potty and God

I have a year old toddler. Naturally the wonder bundles come with their pros and cons. One of the cons is, they are always doing potty in their pants, since they cant say when they want to do it. If I miss to make them sit on the pot they do it right in their pants and go on playing as if nothing has happened. Of course by the time I notice it, it is already spread to the thighs and I have the dirty work of washing the baby and the pants.

And I have a friend who particularly takes huge pleasure in teasing me whenever I tell him I was busy with potty. As usual today he came out with a smart one, "I am glad that mothers have to do it and not fathers." So I smartly replied, "men have to clean the potty of their bosses, at least we are cleaning our kids!"

The same friend, due to the respect I give him, often thinks that whenever I exclaim Oh god! it is him I am calling. He always replies, "yes, you called me?" One day, he asked me, why do I always call him God?"
I replied, " because I am an atheist!"

Smart answers no?

Friday, December 9, 2011

Kicking or Buried

Recently I had a chat with a cousin. She is a very fiery, impulsive and a spontaneous girl. If I asked her how was life? She would likely reply,"great or good." The last time however she said, "life is fine, going with the flow." It sounded like a death knell to me. So I couldn't help myself and said to her," only dead fish go with the flow of the stream." Then she smiled and said true.

I have known some people who seem dead to the world, bereft of fun, self secluded from the crowd. These are people who disagree with the world. They have a mind of their own. They may not follow or lead, but are the best of friends who know them closely enough. These people seem to me to be swimming against the flow.
Quality people who don't care for the quantity. If everyone is doing it, they probably wont do it.

We think they are snobs, dead to the world, loners....

Now who would you say are alive and kicking and who would you term dead and buried?

The (fun loving seemingly) fish swimming with the flow of the stream or these rare (seemingly sad) fishes who dare to swim upstream, even if it means swimming alone?

Picture from here