Recess time is usually the time when kids in my class crowd around and we have great fun. Today one of my kids came upto me, and this is what followed.
Smart Alec: Miss, can I ask you a riddle?
Me: OK
Smart Alec: How was the rat able to fly?
Me ( ponders for a while) : Uhmm...Don't know..Why don't you tell me?
Smart Alec: Because it ate Lite Biscuits.
Me: Oh! ( I don't watch too many advertisements anyway)
Smart Alec: How was the snake able to fly?
Me: (Smiling triumphantly): Because it ate the Parle lite Biscuits?
Smart Alec: ( Shaking her dead in dismay) Nooo! Because it ate the rat.
Me : Oh Ok! ( That was easy, I should have guessed. Silly me)
Smart Alec: Ok Miss, now guess how was the eagle able to fly?
Me: That's easy, because it ate the snake?
Smart Alec: ( Laughing) Wrong again! It flew because it had wings!
Me: .............................( Stumped)
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Tuesday, February 08, 2005
An apple a day...
An excruciating pain in my knee (thanks to the fall I had in December) and an eye infection made it absolutely necessary for me to see a doctor. And since the one that I usually consult, is out for his annual vacation, I had to condescend to consult one of the lesser-known doctors in this area.
The dispensary was a small dingy space built in a godforsaken garage. The place was so full of grim looking people, as though they were mulling over some dreadful disease that they had contracted. It was as though they would be in for some grave punishment if they would smile. There were all sorts of people there ranging from an old frail looking woman, to a kid with a runny nose:P. All of them except the kid were staring non-stop at the floor as if they expected something to emerge out of it any instant. The only noise that could be heard was the intermittent whining of the kid, and the gloomy ticks of the clock, almost as if it was the final countdown to doomsday. ( I was tempted to crack a joke or something to break the silence)But the only things interested in a conversation were the mosquitoes buzzing all around the place. They were there, almost as if to ensure the inflow of patients, who would have to return to treat themselves for malaria or dengue:( ( Some novel marketing strategy, eh? Like the doctor in one of my previous posts)
The doctor was taking his own sweet time to examine each patient (I guess that was to build up a heavy waiting list in order to maintain his 'in demand' reputation. (Something I learnt from the book, As the Crow Flies -Jeffrey Archer. Go slow when there are a few customers, to make the place look full).
At last it was my turn to enter the doctor's den. The doctor was a douce, old man. After I told him about my eye, he fished out his magnifying glass. (yes, a magnifying glass) to have a closer look at it. He took his own time, pulling at my eyelids this way, and now that as if it was made of rubber. He prescribed a few medicines and with a somber look, directed me to meet the Compounder. On my way out, his Compounder (one of those thin men with oily hair, with drops of oil streaming down the forehead, and glasses so thick, that would put a soda bottle to shame) handed me a few queer looking pills, which he was packing neatly in small packets and marking them painstakingly and doling out lots of instructions at the same time.
To cut a long story short, I finally was able to get out of the sullen place they dared to call a dispensary. Whew! And boy, was I glad! We need more of those cheerful doctors, the kind that would drive an illness away with a lively smile?
I am taking a sabbatical from blogging until my eye heals. So there won't be any new posts from me for a few days. And as they say, "I'll be right back, after the break!!!"
The dispensary was a small dingy space built in a godforsaken garage. The place was so full of grim looking people, as though they were mulling over some dreadful disease that they had contracted. It was as though they would be in for some grave punishment if they would smile. There were all sorts of people there ranging from an old frail looking woman, to a kid with a runny nose:P. All of them except the kid were staring non-stop at the floor as if they expected something to emerge out of it any instant. The only noise that could be heard was the intermittent whining of the kid, and the gloomy ticks of the clock, almost as if it was the final countdown to doomsday. ( I was tempted to crack a joke or something to break the silence)But the only things interested in a conversation were the mosquitoes buzzing all around the place. They were there, almost as if to ensure the inflow of patients, who would have to return to treat themselves for malaria or dengue:( ( Some novel marketing strategy, eh? Like the doctor in one of my previous posts)
The doctor was taking his own sweet time to examine each patient (I guess that was to build up a heavy waiting list in order to maintain his 'in demand' reputation. (Something I learnt from the book, As the Crow Flies -Jeffrey Archer. Go slow when there are a few customers, to make the place look full).
At last it was my turn to enter the doctor's den. The doctor was a douce, old man. After I told him about my eye, he fished out his magnifying glass. (yes, a magnifying glass) to have a closer look at it. He took his own time, pulling at my eyelids this way, and now that as if it was made of rubber. He prescribed a few medicines and with a somber look, directed me to meet the Compounder. On my way out, his Compounder (one of those thin men with oily hair, with drops of oil streaming down the forehead, and glasses so thick, that would put a soda bottle to shame) handed me a few queer looking pills, which he was packing neatly in small packets and marking them painstakingly and doling out lots of instructions at the same time.
To cut a long story short, I finally was able to get out of the sullen place they dared to call a dispensary. Whew! And boy, was I glad! We need more of those cheerful doctors, the kind that would drive an illness away with a lively smile?
I am taking a sabbatical from blogging until my eye heals. So there won't be any new posts from me for a few days. And as they say, "I'll be right back, after the break!!!"
Thursday, February 03, 2005
Love my job; by the way, are you hiring?
"If your work is becoming uninteresting, so are you. Work is an inanimate thing and can be made lively and interesting only by injecting yourself into it. Your job is only as big as you are."
- George C. Hubbs
The other day, I was talking to someone who confided in me about the banes of her job. Each job has its own nadirs and zeniths. It is up to each individual to decide whether the pros outweigh the cons or vice versa. Considering that most of us spend half of our waking hours working at a job it is very important that we like what we do, or else we should do what we like.
Fast Company has compiled a list of jobs, which according to them are the best jobs to pursue over the next 5 years. Have a looksie at the 25 top jobs for 2005...
Do you get up in the morning glad to be heading out to another day of work, or is it a burden that you feel you must bear?
What according to you is the best job? What must one consider before taking up a job - money? retirement benefits? chances of promotion? perks?
I love my job(and that's the understatement of the decade), are you happy with yours? What is the thing that you love/ hate most about your job? I invite you to share your views and opinions
Sunday, January 30, 2005
Stranded !!!
There's one thing I love more than anything else in this world, and outside it, and that is Reading! What can be more gratifying, than curling up with John Grisham (I meant his books, of course! What were you thinking?) in your arms, and a bowl of popcorn to munch on? Now, I've been trying to lay my hands on some more books to add on to my modest collection, in my library, and the ones that are gathering dust in the cupboards of my friends. (So, if you are reading this Shhhh, RETURN my books soooon!)..I can't live without them.
The Strand Book
But I won't be able to make it this week. (Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!) So excuse me while I go and re-read the ones that I already have..
And oh! I love reading Inspirational mails (males, please excuse :D), PowerPoint presentations etc. I currently need them for a PTA project (Yes, I'm a school teacher) that we have undertaken. So whoever is still reading this, please keep me in your mailing list and do send me any motivational material that you have..
P.S. No Junk/Porn please..
Need a Change of Scene?
I stumbled upon this link, where you just have to enter the URL of any site (choose one with lots of pictures ( I chose mine of course) The Illusionizer replaces the images on any page with other images using Google Images results, and the results, needless to say are hilarious!
*Enjoy*
*Enjoy*
Friday, January 28, 2005
Illusions!
Illusions
This is one of my favourites. I have seen this illustration in many books.
What do you see?
Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Past Forward...
That's me
What we remember from childhood we remember forever - permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen.
~Cynthia Ozick
So here are a few more pics from my album, and you don't have to guess who I am..
That's dad and me...
Dad and me
I always had a bone to pick with him when he was alive, and now he's no more. It's too late to tell him how much I really loved him..
Mom and Dad
Mom and Dad
She glances at the photo, and the pilot light of memory flickers in her eyes. ~Frank Deford
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