Classic Bob Everyday

“Beautiful day to walk in the garden.” Bob seemed to think when he jumped up at me at 6 in the morning. Bob likes to give surprises as much as he loves to receive them. Bob who? Oh I didn’t tell you? Bob is my dog. Bob is a sweetheart. We got him from the pound. Everybody there used to call him that so we decided we will keep the name. He loves to hear his name too.

“Ok ok I’m up. Stop making a mess Bob.” At last, I gave in. “Don’t know what possessed this dog today, so much energy?” I thought.

“Out of the room now. I’m coming. Stay away from the study table or else you’ll spill the ink…” And it’s already done.

Bob ran out of the room; he knew he would get a scolding otherwise.

10 minutes later, I had to let him out. He was continuously barking at the door and the window alternately.

Must be the mail man. Bob hates that guy. Once he chased the mail man around the block for an hour. The mail man wears skates now.

I let him out and then went to the kitchen to get some food for both of us.

Thankfully there were some left over pan-cakes. I reheated them and ate them with maple syrup.

“Better wash this plate or else Bob would come looking for it.” I told myself.

After taking some dog-food for him, I went outside to check the mail box. But it was empty. And Bob was still barking at frequent intervals.

“Look at you sitting here comfortably. Why are you barking at the tree? Yeah you wont tell I know. Classic Bob.”

After looking around a bit, I finally spotted a Blue-Jay bird sitting on the middle branch.

“Oh boy! That bird is so gorgeous! Been a while, haven’t spotted one of these in a long time. Come on Bob, leave the Blue-Jay alone. The poor bird will not steal your food!”

Ok, time’s up. Otherwise, I was gonna tell you about The Big Bang Theory Episode where Sheldon is afraid of birds (Blue-Jay was at his window.) Sheldon tried to scare the bird away by making cat sounds and drawings. Then tries to keep it as a pet but it eventually flies away.

In this story, I was gonna tell you, Bob would have been compared to Sheldon, which Bob doesn’t like and when he is still not able to scare the bird away, I would have said: “I knew I should’ve gotten a cat.” 😉

Yeah, and Bob Cat sounds so much better than Bob Dog, doesn’t it? 😀

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Dog Named Bob.”
Challenge: You have 20 minutes to write a post that includes the words mailbox, bluejay, plate, syrup, and ink. And one more detail… the story must include a dog named Bob.



I’m thinking about which letter to choose.

It took a while for me to realise the choice has already been made!

I’m kidding.

I realised it sooner. 😀

It was obvious. (even the last line starts with I automatically, you’ll see.)

I is probably the most probable letter to be chosen for this stupid prompt.

I mean, seriously, what were you thinking?!

I’m kidding again!

It’s a great prompt.

It just made my day.

If only I could make a better post with it.

I will work on that.

It doesn’t make any sense now?

I know.

It’s been a pleasure talking to you.

Interesting choice of words.


Inability to start the sentence with big words?


I think…

I proved my point.

I surrender.

Incessant, meaningless monologue/chatter ends…?

I feel your pain after reading this too.

Idea for the ideal ice-breaker….


I doubt, but it was not so bad.


I don’t think so!

Idea failed? 

I gotta go.

It’s been a pleasure. _/\_

I had fun, let’s do this again!


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fearful Symmetry.”

The Ugly “Wall”

When someone asks you to think about walls, what comes into your mind? Before I reveal what hit me when I wondered about walls, lemme tell you I desperately searched my camera album and even browsed through old pictures thinking I might accidentally stumble upon any “wall” picture to share with you guys. But nope, that certainly didn’t happen! Then I realized I never click pictures only of walls (unless there are people standing in front of them!). Although, yes, I might have clicked a few pictures of old walls of archaeological or heritage sites found here in India; I do like a good piece of work, like those beautifully engraved and carefully carved intricate patterns found on the stone walls of The Taj Mahal, Red Fort, Humayun’s Tomb, etc.
PS: I’m not good at describing those things so pardon me!

Then again what else comes to mind? Well, I kind of took it metaphorically you can say. Walls. Fences. Borders. Man-made barriers. A way of marking a territory.

But what do they really mean? In the real world? Continents, countries, states, cities….everything is divided. Long story short, I don’t like such “walls”. And yes, all borders are ugly. They are just messy.


The India-Pakistan border appears as an orange line in a photo taken by the crew on International Space Station.

Ok, so this is like, even the ALIENS can see the “apparent” divide!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sure it looks nice from space, but it is after all, just another border.

fencing constructed along the indo - pakistan border - fao chris

The floodlit border fencing built through the Indian government since 2003 is so bright it can be seen from space

Yeah, so the floodlights are probably good for surveillance and all…. that’s it, I wont say much.

I sometimes wish someone would go back in time and undo all this. And instead of War, just spread Love.

अमन की आशा – Aman Ki Asha (Hope for Peace)

This post was in response to The Daily Post Photo Challenge Prompt : Wall (Share an image of a wall that reveals something about a place, people, or you.)

My Choice. My Story

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Morton’s Fork.”

A Morton’s Fork is a specious piece of reasoning in which contradictory arguments lead to the same (unpleasant) conclusion.

Thank you Wikipedia for telling me the meaning!! Yes, I googled the topic before writing about it, sue me!!

Now, to choose between reading others blog or writing my own, I would definitely pick writing own. Oh wait, reading… no no writing, for sure. Ok yeah, writing. Decided!! Pheww….tough call.

I choose Writing. As for the why part of the question, I would have to tell you a story. My story.

Since I was a kid, I love the English language as a subject. I didn’t care about other subjects, just the one. So I always got top score in that subject. Every year, every class. I loved reading all the stories in the text books given to us at the beginning of an academic year. I would go through all of them even before the teacher could get to them in class. The satisfaction… inexplicable!
One time I even remember, while reciting lines from the play ‘A Christmas Carol’, I got so excited, I displayed full emotions and got really dramatic, that even my crush turned around and looked at me in surprise! (I was otherwise the shy girl, who didn’t speak much.) Totally worth it!

But apart from reading, I used to love the writing assignments as well. And then in 10th Grade, I wrote my first diary entry. Since then for about three years, I used to write daily entries religiously, but then gradually it declined. Don’t worry, it didn’t take me long to realize how much I missed that! That’s why am here… duh!

Writing in any form is happiness for me. To be able to express myself in text form, knowing that this is how I feel, and a few more years down the line, I would be able to read it and know how I felt, how I used to be, how i used to think, how I have changed, and maybe will have a good laugh or two! Or get emotional. Either way, it is and always will be, PRECIOUS.

Behind every diary entry, every post, every poem I ever wrote, there is a story. Together, they make memories. To be able to keep that in a tangible form, readable format, is more than amazing. Its everything.

Although it’s true, reading others blog gives me inspiration, gives me an opportunity to get to know people from across the globe, even makes me a better writer. I agree, it is an experience: one of its own kind. But what’s the point if I am not able to write about that experience!

Hey, I can find other ways of reading about other people, please don’t make me leave blogging….

Coz Am Addicted !! (both to writing my own blog and reading some of the other blogs) 😛
So please don’t make me choose, even hypothetically !!

Dance It Out

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Re-springing Your Step.”

Just last week at a family function – which is a kind of get-together – and of course here in India, we have those quite often. We just need a reason, and sometimes even make one up to throw a party or get-together. Ah, and don’t you just love such relatives….
So anyway there was nothing much to do at the function. Me and two of my cousins decided to hit the dance floor. Didn’t even care about having food (I was kinda hungry and grumpy – well bad mood can do it to you!), didn’t care that it was freezing cold, we were outside – in peak winter, under the night sky, and even the bonfire couldn’t stop us from going away in the direction of the sound of music!

We were out there enjoying the music, feeling happy and care free, just dancing away like no one was watching. Just so you know there was a video-camera guy capturing everything and I hate such things; I call them “the party poppers”!! Even they couldn’t stop me from having my share of fun. 🙂


Dance it out. Yup, that’s the way to rejuvenate for me. Of course it’s not a coincidence that I’m a die-hard Grey’s Anatomy fan! I hope Grey’s fans would agree with me about the theory of dancing it out or having a 30 second dance party…  And I genuinely love listening to dance music to lift my mood and spirits up, singing along and then actually dancing to those tunes (since always, i.e. way before I got to know about “dance it out”). And oh my, believe me, it is refreshing, rejuvenating, exhilarating and what not!!!!

So go ahead, tune in to some dance music, funny/happy songs or something, and there you have it! You would feel your mood getting lighter and your feet tapping away to the beats of the rhythm.
Just go with the flow baby. Just dance it out !! 😉

serenity and nothing more

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Serenity.”

is it wrong to feel at peace?
is it so wrong to find comfort in numbing silence?
is it wrong to say ‘Tranquility’ out loud?
is it wrong to enjoy a little ‘Serenity’?

when someone hurts you
and then leaves
going away with so much zeal…
disposing the memories in junk machine
what is left?
serenity and nothing else

when i was happy
you were not.
never gave it much of a thought
didn’t bother then
so don’t bother now
lemme show you how

emptiness that you created
made it easier to appreciate,
things which i ignored before
things which demand more
more of me
me, myself and i
so don’t ask why
what i want?
serenity and nothing more

let me be me
by my side
the ocean rocks and tide
no no it is still quiet

a moment here
a moment there
wherever you asked
i was always there

now its my time
its my life
only me
only i
by the shore
tranquility and nothing else
what i want?
serenity and nothing more
serenity and nothing more