The blogathon is officially over. Well thank god! I’m relieved I don’t have to wake up and think of a post. I’ve missed a few days of posting but still it was really fun. I loved reading all the posts from the other bloggers who participated in this blogathon. Please keep posting even if the blogathon is over :)) Thank you Seema for hosting this one! I intended to have a nice long thank-you-how-lovely-this-blogathon-was-post but then I just had a heavy lunch and slept it off 😀
Tag: blogathon 2015
What blogathon?
I have missed the past few days of the blogathon. Well what can I say? I am quietly mourning Federer’s loss in the Australian open and that’s made me go off posting here.
As a quick Federer fix, I have been insistently watching youtube videos of his best shots and reading articles. But that still doesn’t make up for all the missing action 😦
Monday Musings – 2
Musing Mondays are hosted by Miz B.
Musing Mondays asks you to choose one of the following prompts to answer each week…
Musing Mondays is a weekly meme that asks you to choose one of the following prompts to answer:
I’m currently reading…
Up next I think I’ll read…
I bought the following book(s) in the past week…
I’m super excited to tell you about (book/author/bookish-news)…
I’m really upset by (book/author/bookish-news)…
I can’t wait to get a copy of…
I wish I could read ___, but…
I blogged about ____ this past week…
I am currently reading: Crash and Burn by Lisa Gardner
My name is Nicky Frank.
I’m in hospital after crashing my car. I am afraid. The only thing that I can think about is Vero. I know I have to save her but why couldn’t I find her? She’s just a little girl.
The man standing in my hospital room tells me we are married but there is no Vero. That six months ago I suffered a traumatic brain injury which caused changes to my personality. I have dramatic mood swings, an inability to concentrate and large gaps in my memory. I’m much easier to anger these days. And I drink. All of which he says explains the car accident and my confusion.
Now a Sergeant Wyatt Foster is investigating. He has questions about the car accident. He has concerns about my husband. And he’s worried about a missing girl.
He would like to know what happened to me. So would I.
My name is Nicky Frank. This is my life.
Watch me crash and burn.
What a bad start
to the day! Woke up to see Federer struggling the in fourth set tie break against Seppi in the Australian Open. In a few minutes it was all over. Just who is is this Seppi? What a big upset! The double faults and the unforced errors. It wasn’t Roger’s day at all.
Now what am I going to do next week?
S talks
A weeks ago, the Son and dad had a discussion about old age and death. I thought he was too small to have this conversation but his dad went ahead and told him that people die after they are too old.
A few days after this S comes to me as asks:
S: Will you die before me?
Me: :trying to be evasive: Why do you ask? Don’t worry about it.
S: You are older. So you would die before me.
Me: Maybe.
S: What happens after we die?
Me: trying to be cheerful: Well, you are reborn again as a brand new baby.
S thinks for some time and I am sure that he will cry or get sad about his mommy dying before him.
S: whispering: Can you please tell Ganpatibappa not to make me into a baby girl after I die?
Me: What? Why? Why are you thinking about that?
S: Please can you tell him that? (still whispering)
I then turn my head up in the general direction where Ganpatibaappa is supposed to be and say: Please Ganpati, don’t make Shantanu a baby girl in his next life.
Me: Why don’t you want to be a baby girl in your next life?
S: I don’t want to be a girl because girls have babies and the doctor has to cut open the tummy to get the baby out. I don’t want my tummy cut. It would hurt a lot!
Me: !!!
And here I was worried about him being sad thinking about his mommy dying !
Monday Musings – 1
Musing Mondays are hosted by Miz B. But I found this first on Smitha’s book blog
Musing Mondays asks you to choose one of the following prompts to answer each week…
• Describe one of your reading habits.
• Tell us what book(s) you recently bought for yourself or someone else, and why you chose that/those book(s).
• What book are you currently desperate to get your hands on? Tell us about it!
• Tell us what you’re reading right now — what you think of it, so far; why you chose it; what you are (or, aren’t) enjoying it.
• Do you have a bookish rant? Something about books or reading (or the industry) that gets your ire up? Share it with us!
• Instead of the above questions, maybe you just want to ramble on about something else pertaining to books — let’s hear it, then!
• What are you currently reading? What do you think you’ll read next? What did you recently finish reading?
I recently finished reading two books:
The Coincidence of Coconut Cake by Amy E. Reichert. It’s a nice funny little romantic book with lots of yummy dishes to drool over.
Curtain call by Anthony Quinn. This one is not a straightforward historical crime novel. The period of 1930s London’ society is intriguingly woven with the plot. This a portrait of motley of (not all delightful) characters and their stories that are interlinked and eventually cross.
A box full of books..
… Quite literally!! Look what today’s post brought
Day 16: Dad and I
On a saturday few weeks ago, I was having the perfect morning. I had got up late and was browsing blogs and sites while sipping coffee. Just then I saw my dad online on Skype.
When my dad is on the computer, there is usually some music playing in the background. Love for music is something that runs in the family – especially old hindi movie songs and ghazals.
This morning was no different. As soon as the call connected, I heard one of Mehdi Hassan’s song playing at a high volume. I hadn’t heard this one in a long time. Relaxed as I was, I tried to remember when I had last heard it but couldn’t grasp any memory of it. The tune sounded familiar, I was sure I had heard it before or something similar to it.
I finally gave up and said, “This song sounds familiar, isn’t the tune similar to some ghazal or some other song that I might have heard? I’m sure I have heard something like this before. It definitely resembles some song.” “Yes” he nodded gravely, “It resembles this song itself.” We both cracked up after that. Once we had stopped laughing he assured me that there is no other song or ghazal with the same tune and since I hadn’t heard it in a long long time, I couldn’t quite place it.
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