Tagged. Yippeee!

by Abirami.

Now, the unbelieving, skeptical cynic that you are, I know you’ll go to her blog to check if she really did tag me and  on seeing her blog protected, you will find it hard to believe that I was indeed tagged. Well, what can I say, you’ll just have to try and believe me. (Abirami, see, this is one of the million reasons why you should have your blog public).

1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be?
Throw a tantrum big enough to make him wish he was never born; failing which, just try to pretend he was never born and move on!

2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?
I can’t decide which one I want to come true. Can I inky pinky ponky?

3. Whose butt would you like to kick?
This guy in office who keeps tapping on my desk for no reason, every time he passes my cubicle.  I’d like to kick his butt and break his fingers too :-/ It’s all the more irritating when I’m concentrating on work, you know. Like now.

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
First things first. Convert it to Rupees and then, hire someone to count it for me.

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
If I happen to fall in love with him, he being my best friend would be an icing on the cake.  (Before you start wondering, no, it was just a theoretical answer)

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
Depends on who of the two someones is more good-looking.

7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?
Forever. But while I wait, just make sure I don’t get bored, ok?!

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?
Secretly wish he’d get himself cloned soon.

9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be? your gf/bf or an actress/actor?
Actor. Any single actor. Who would later become my bf and then husband, and would then leave me a large alimony amount when we get divorced.  (Well, since Qn  4 was hypothetical,  I’m just making my own plans for the billion dollars)

10. What takes you down the fastest?
Being snubbed by someone I care about. But then, I get myself up pretty soon too. After a lot of cribbing and whining, of course.

11. How do you see yourself at this time ten years down the line?
Well, definitely not sitting in office at 7PM, answering questions about my love-life.

12. What’s your fear?
Ok, here comes the big list (may be, I should categorize them, put them in alphabetical order and number them)
- Accidents. Particularly that, someone I know (and needless to say, care about) would be involved in one. The very thought freaks me out.
- Flying cockroaches (Seriously, why do these creepy creatures have to have wings?)
- Spiders (three or more legged)
- Being home alone at night (Strangely, being out alone in the dark doesn’t scare me so much)
- Lift doors. Well, lifts in general.
- *Kinda embarrassed* Electricity. (I have this strange premonition that I’m gonna die of an electric shock. The only thing that keeps me going is knowing that my premonitions never come true)

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
Awesome writer ( if only you could read her blog). And, I wish I’d gotten to know her better in person  when I had my chance.

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?
Single with a rich boyfriend. (It’s nice to be pampered…without the hassles that marriage would bring, no?)

15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?
Try to pick my thoughts from where I left them the previous night…

16. Would you give all in a relationship?
Mm..can I answer this later? Later as in a few decades later?

17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
I’ll have to pick? Can’t I have them both? Why? Ok, the one who can make me laugh, even when I’m in a not-so-laughing mood.

18. Would you forgive and forget, no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?
Forgive, yes. Quite easily. Forget, No. Though, I sometimes wish it was the other way round.

19.Do you prefer being single or having a relationship?
Single.  And in a place where it’s OK to be single.

20. List 6 people to tag
One more time I tag my friends, I’m sure atleast one of them will find 20 creative ways to kill me. So, if you have a blog and if you think the tag is cool, and if you’re NOT my friend, consider yourself tagged.  And if you will do it, well, so sweet of you!

 

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The Crow and the Water Jar – Part 2

(Part 1 here…)

One day, as the little crow was flying around, she saw a glass jar. It was a normal looking jar, except that it did not appear to hold any water. She thought it was strange for all jars she’d seen so far held water, atleast a little bit. She flew down to look more closely at it. She noticed that it was a fine jar – not very ornate but well made. She treaded forward, a tad cautiously and sat on the brim of the jar, from where she could look at the world around her. Strangely, the world appeared more beautiful from the brim of the jar than it did when she was flying above.

She sat there for a long while, not really doing anything, when she suddenly noticed there indeed was some water sparkling in the jar. She was a little surprised that she hadn’t seen it all this while she was sitting there. The glistening water mesmerized her. Did I tell you, it was quite a bright and sunny day? Without thinking much, she picked a pebble from the ground – strangely the pebble wasn’t as heavy as she had expected it to be – and dropped it into the water. The ripples it created startled her for a moment. But then, it was beautiful too. She wondered if she should drop another pebble in. The water was glistening again in the sun, brighter than before. She told herself it wouldn’t matter whether the water ever reached the brim or not, she could fly away any moment she wanted to. She wasn’t so scared now. She picked a few more pebbles, one by one and dropped them into the jar, choosing first the lighter stones and then, the heavier. The water kept rising with each pebble, sparkling even more each time. Every now and then, she stopped, wondering if something could go wrong, for she always knew something could…but she liked picking the pebbles, she liked the sparkle in the water and she liked everything about the jar.

Soon, the jar was nearly filled with pebbles and the water rose very close to the brim. It scared the crow now for she didn’t know what would happen when the water reached the brim. She had no clue. Nevertheless, she kept dropping the pebbles in till she could see the water very nearly touching the brim. She picked the last pebble, and holding her breath, gingerly dropped it into the jar…

Suddenly, something happened. Something she had feared all along. The water started flowing down between the stones, towards the bottom of the jar and was quickly draining out. She could not entirely understand what went wrong but she realized somewhere along the way, while she was busy dropping the pebbles in, the jar had cracked. She was ready to pick more pebbles and drop them in if it could help, but it was too late and all too suddenly, over.

She sat there at the brim, feeling sad and wishing the jar had somehow not cracked, wishing she had never dropped that last pebble, wishing she had never picked any pebbles…wishing she had never stopped to look at the jar, wishing she had never seen the jar. The other crows urged her to fly away. ‘The river isn’t far away’, they said, ‘fly’!

But the little crow just sat there watching the jar -  now filled with stones, and the traces of water fast evaporating – hoping she would soon find the strength to fly…

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The Crow and the Water Jar – Part 1

(This post comes in two parts – only ‘cos it was too long to fit in one. I don’t intend to make it into a mega serial or anything. That said, the post could be as boring as a mega serial. Don’t say you weren’t warned)

“Once upon a time, a thirsty crow noticed a huge jar and saw that, at the very bottom, there was a little water. For a long time the crow tried to spill the water out so she can drink some and quench her thirst. After exerting herself for some time in vain, she thought of an idea. She picked some pebbles lying around and tossed them into the jar. As the pebbles settled down at the bottom of the jar, the water rose and eventually, she was able to take a drink”

Now, you should know that it’s not everyday that a crow would do something this clever. The foxes never liked the crows and the swans were wary of them, but the cuckoos, they always made crows feel very stupid. So, naturally, our crow’s ingenuity in fetching water from the jar spread far and wide. Books were written about her, the principles on how the water rose were discussed, several debates were fought and our crow, eventually, went down in history as the crow that fetched water from the jar. The jar became significant too. People wondered what kind of jar it was, how much water it had when the pebbles were dropped, whether it being a pitcher made any difference and so on. Every physics textbook discussed the Water Jar principle in much detail.

Several generations later, though the water jar principle was still much discussed and taught in schools, life wasn’t so difficult for crows as it was earlier. There was water everywhere – in the streams, rivers, fountains, broken municipality pipes, everywhere – and crows never went thirsty. Yet, many crows still liked to drink water from the jars, dropping pebbles into them. Some did it for the fun of it, some said the water from the jar tasted better and some were just curious…

Now, there was this little crow, who flew around all by herself, drinking water from where ever she could get and stealing food from houses, whenever she was hungry. Life was as smooth as it could get and she was happy. She was bored some times, yet she wasn’t troubled. Every now and then, she would hear stories about how the other crows drop pebbles in jars to drink water. She never understood why anyone would want to do that – sit all day long at the brim of a jar, drop pebbles in and wait for the water to rise. The water might taste very good but she knew, for quite sensible she was, that anything could go wrong when dropping the pebbles in and you might never get the water. The jar might be too deep, one of the pebbles might break the jar or the water inside might just evaporate before you got to it. Nevertheless, she was amused by the stories she heard. She was always curious to know what happened to these crows. She was happy for the ones who succeeded in reaching the water, sad for the ones who failed and angry at the ones who broke the jars.

(Continued here)

 

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