Everyone has problems in life. Some have big ones and some small ones. Some problems are common for all people and some are individualistic. I am trying to share the problems indigenous to me. Not all together though. Wouldn’t want to alarm everyone. Just one at a time as i remember or come across them in my day to day activities.
Today i tackle my first one. I’ve really started enjoying blogging. I have super fun putting down my thoughts and my ideas, however inane they maybe, into the cyberspace. But the biggest problem i encounter is to think up of an appropriate heading for my posts.this problem throws a huge spanner into the wheels of my creative(?) outputs.
I admit,i was never good at it. Even in school exams for English, when we had to provide a suitable title for an unseen passage, i floundered. Moreover my brains would go into a sudden seizure and refuse to help. Finally i would end up with a miserable idea or sometimes just use the first few words of the passage and get it done and over with. When i passed school i was relieved that finally this trouble was behind me, but the ghosts have come back to haunt me.
So here i’m again, racking my brains at the start of every post to think up of something smart, something witty or just something that will intrigue more people to read my blogs. Some serious help is needed, so people, please send in suggestions or you’ll continue to have some pathetic ones coming your way!!
this is just the beginning…more problems coming up soon… counting on you people to help… signing out.
piWant to introduce you all to CHINTU and CHINKI. No not the ones you see on T.V. These are my own Chintu and Chinki and have a love story of their own. They entered my life quite suddenly, landing on my tiny kitchen balcony(which is also my dish-washing area) one warm summer afternoon and announced their arrival with the crashing of my pots and pans being kicked around as Chintu tried with all his might to woo Chinki. He puffed out his chest and strutted around showing off his power(are males in all species same or what??) and his ability to provide a coveted and safe living quarters for his mate. He finally managed to win Chinki over and they embarked upon a new life together. As you must have guessed by now..Chintu and Chinki are a pair of grey pigeons and that day they made my balcony their home.
I hadn’t christened them as yet, in fact was annoyed by their presence. They dirtied my space with their poo-poos and with the constant stream of twigs, leaves and other building material that they brought in to create their dream home. If a cupboard door in the balcony was left open by mistake it would immediately be taken over and nest building activity would start promptly. If the door connecting my kitchen to the balcony was left open long enough they would waddle in fearlessly, fly onto the counter-top or on the refrigerator and inspect my kitchen thoroughly, sending me rushing madly after them. All my efforts to evacuate them from my property failed and they continued coochi-cooing like Romeo and Juliet on the balcony.
But what got to me was their perseverance. Day after day the nest they built would be thrown away by a family member or house-help and everyday they would start again with no thought of giving up ever. They waddled into my heart just as they did in my kitchen. I christened them. And I no longer shoo them away. I try to talk to them now and I think they’ve also understood that they have a friend in me. But no, they are still not allowed to build their nest simply because of the odd places they choose to do so. One time it’s right on the drain-cover another time in the tub and once even in a pan left overnight to be washed the next day
At the time of publishing this, they were still at it. My pots and pans are still crashing around, the place is still dirty but they have now occupied my heart and we have our own love story.