You may not have noticed, but off late I have been having an unusual craving for Bailey's Irish Cream. I dont exactly know why, but I have been dreaming about it too!!! The thing is there is a bottle in my dad’s miniature collection , but I haven’t the nerve to disrupt its peaceful standing in the show case. The second reason… its too little to satiate my appetite.
What a waste, dont you think??? People!!! How they inhibit the optimal use of a product.
You see.. Each and every precious, creamy drop of it was created for a purpose; a higher
purpose - ME. And they keep it locked up!!! for show like a bimbo.. humph!! Appalling .... really appalling!!!
As the milk was milked out of a happy Irish cow, the cream separated and artistically blended with only the finest whisky; the chocolate and vanilla folded into it, to give that scintillating, almost near orgasmic, explosive flavour . It was taught... conditioned... to make ME feel the pleasure of each and every ingredient... and you bottle it up, confine it, make it unable to fulfill its destiny!
Its just like us you know .. How we pine for our pie in the sky... In the case of my dose of Baileys Irish Cream... its heaven is within me in my stomach.
Let it fulfil the course of its destiny..Puhleez
Are you listening ????????? Is anybody listening????????
P.S: Check this link out... if this isnt heaven what is!!!!
http://www.baileys.com/en-row/TheDrinks/overice.html
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
Her Shower
How long she'd have to wait, she didn’t know yet. It was their yearly time together and he was away again. After all these years, she no longer cared to ask him where he was or when he’d be back.
It didn’t matter as long as he spent those three beautiful months with her. Of all the companions she ever had, she loved him the most. He saw through her and she submitted, her defences all useless.
Recently though he had become a little unpredictable. Staying away for a long time and then when he did come back, he was not as gentle as he used to be. He'd have a nasty temper sometimes, and it hurt her.
People were talking about him now. Finding fault with his fury. “People!!!” she sighed to herself. “Always picking on him”. When he’d come soon they’d wonder whether something was wrong and if he was delayed they’d switch to panic mode and wonder why he was taking so long.
His unpredictability, she felt was their entire fault. She tried to tell them but then they thought they were smarter. They messed with him and forced him into the state he was in. She knew he was bothered and yet she saw him come back year after year, bringing them gifts as usual.
The hot sun forced her to come out of her musing by snatching the remaining moisture straight out of her. In spite of it all, she looked forward to his coming. Waiting, yearning and pining.
She was almost hanging on her last thread of hope.
And then she saw his light approaching.
Elated she shouted out to him - her cries magnified in the skies.
He was waiting too… traveling miles to be together with her again. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he threw himself at her, his force drenching her completely. Permeating through her porous soul. Droplets of sweet, crystal-clear water washing down on her and she felt cleansed, free and happy, bursting into a green song, for everyone to hear.
“The first rains are here” you shouted, “lets get some hot tea and bhajjis to eat.”
It didn’t matter as long as he spent those three beautiful months with her. Of all the companions she ever had, she loved him the most. He saw through her and she submitted, her defences all useless.
Recently though he had become a little unpredictable. Staying away for a long time and then when he did come back, he was not as gentle as he used to be. He'd have a nasty temper sometimes, and it hurt her.
People were talking about him now. Finding fault with his fury. “People!!!” she sighed to herself. “Always picking on him”. When he’d come soon they’d wonder whether something was wrong and if he was delayed they’d switch to panic mode and wonder why he was taking so long.
His unpredictability, she felt was their entire fault. She tried to tell them but then they thought they were smarter. They messed with him and forced him into the state he was in. She knew he was bothered and yet she saw him come back year after year, bringing them gifts as usual.
The hot sun forced her to come out of her musing by snatching the remaining moisture straight out of her. In spite of it all, she looked forward to his coming. Waiting, yearning and pining.
She was almost hanging on her last thread of hope.
And then she saw his light approaching.
Elated she shouted out to him - her cries magnified in the skies.
He was waiting too… traveling miles to be together with her again. Unable to restrain himself any longer, he threw himself at her, his force drenching her completely. Permeating through her porous soul. Droplets of sweet, crystal-clear water washing down on her and she felt cleansed, free and happy, bursting into a green song, for everyone to hear.
“The first rains are here” you shouted, “lets get some hot tea and bhajjis to eat.”
Saturday, May 26, 2007
On Babies
Babies!!!! Those cute little sweet little blobs of mass we once were.
I , though, just fail to see their apparent cuteness. Maybe i'm just not one of those women who goes soooooooooo cuuuuuute when i see the blob, but then thats me.
Its not that i'm against procreation; the process sure is fun. Its just that when i think babies i think nine months of a bloated body, numerous trips to the doctors, the inability to wear decent clothes and not to forget the never ending waiting for labour to be over.
If you thought labour was the worst part of it all, think again. You have sleepless nights of nappy changing or feeding to follow.... and they call them 'bundles of joy'
I recently heard a mother who'd recently acquired one such bundle say she had wanted to adopt. The reaction she got had me stumped.
The room goes silent for a split second. Apparently adopting babies is a risk!!!!! You see if the mother(more prominently emphasised)/father of the child had a 'bad character(sounds worse in hindi) it was genetically(assumed) passed down to the child. It doesn't matter that the child has not had any contact with her mother/father EVER.
What a huge risk it is really. As if going through childbirth isnt! The conversation also went to those women who were barren (very crudely put) but yes.
I really feel, looking after something that aint yours is an amazing thing to do.. and if that thing is a child then kudos to you cause kids are not easy things to bring up(look at how i turned out) . An additional thing is that they are readymade no labour no pain but you still encounter the joy of nurturing something..
And you talk about a higher purpose in life!!!!!!
I , though, just fail to see their apparent cuteness. Maybe i'm just not one of those women who goes soooooooooo cuuuuuute when i see the blob, but then thats me.
Its not that i'm against procreation; the process sure is fun. Its just that when i think babies i think nine months of a bloated body, numerous trips to the doctors, the inability to wear decent clothes and not to forget the never ending waiting for labour to be over.
If you thought labour was the worst part of it all, think again. You have sleepless nights of nappy changing or feeding to follow.... and they call them 'bundles of joy'
I recently heard a mother who'd recently acquired one such bundle say she had wanted to adopt. The reaction she got had me stumped.
The room goes silent for a split second. Apparently adopting babies is a risk!!!!! You see if the mother(more prominently emphasised)/father of the child had a 'bad character(sounds worse in hindi) it was genetically(assumed) passed down to the child. It doesn't matter that the child has not had any contact with her mother/father EVER.
What a huge risk it is really. As if going through childbirth isnt! The conversation also went to those women who were barren (very crudely put) but yes.
I really feel, looking after something that aint yours is an amazing thing to do.. and if that thing is a child then kudos to you cause kids are not easy things to bring up(look at how i turned out) . An additional thing is that they are readymade no labour no pain but you still encounter the joy of nurturing something..
And you talk about a higher purpose in life!!!!!!
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