Loved one duly acknowledged

The night is drawing to a close and soon enough the hustle bustle of the morning would begin. I have a few more hours of quietude left before the nocturnal bird in me starts to respond to nature's demands of somnia. It is not quite the hour to start off on a book. The mind is a little too slow to pay attention to movie details either. Google seems to be the best alternative thus far, considering the loved one is attending a business conference.
Then at random I type the loved one's name and bingo appears a few promising links. The first one lands in a page which cannot be found and the second hands me out a complex pdf document. None of the terms make any sense. They seem like terms that might have made an entry in any engineer's course books, and self having broken all ties with the degree she acquired, cannot even feign comprehension. The loved one and a couple of his friends, about whom I can write a neat biography, made their appearance in the acknowledgements section. The rest of the pdf was of course abandoned, the excuse being one can't delude sleep a whole lot!

Caught on the net

She spent the day well, different from her usual unkempt hair, thick glasses, glued to the laptop self. It was Saturday Night Fever, not that movie though a couple of others happened. But before she starts off on her well crafted opinions about the movies, maybe I should pitch in about a significant other event.
A dear friend of mine, with a name so unusual and quite bong if I may say so, was ducking behind folds of anonymity and proclaimed how one would not get to her blog. A mischievous grin was playing on her lips as though she were egging us to do quite the contrary and find her. And find her I did and a little too easily if I may add. It is definitely a great feeling to sneak in on some one's semi private blog and tress pass into uncharted territory. Then you realise that you have been given a more than fair share of presence in her blog and that only makes you wonder how private and secret your life can really get.
The other blog I came across was that of Shekar Kapur's, a movie maker and astrophysicist. I hope he makes a better professor (teaching astrophysics to wannabe geeks is really not that bad a profession) than he does a director.

Snip Snap! Snip Snap!

Have you ever felt like a 26 year old woman feeling like a teenager all over again? Well, I have and more often as the days go by! This is not a recant of falling hopelessly in love but one of those crazily girlie things that umm well... girls do and do quite often. So maybe you men may wanna stay away from this especially if you have been subjected to more than your fair share of being caught in truly terribly girlie company.
A lovely pair of scissors sat gleaming on the center table, one of those places it most definitely should not be, but where it often sneaks and shows up and just remains till a screaming mom decides to return it to its rightful place. In fact she strongly believes that the scissors holder is jinxed. It never manages to hold the pair of scissors. Gosh, why I am digressing so much? Anyways this time my mom didn't bother with the pair of scissors and my feminine hands minus the feminine nails picked then up and somehow I was taken in by this compulsive urge to put it to some use. No, really I am not cooking it up. My hands almost itched to do something with them and I had to quickly find an object on which I could try out my newly aquired tailoring skills. Whoever says tailoring is always about stitching things up? There I saw a pair of old jeans. Not that the jeans were old just that I had bought it at that phase of life where I had been on an increasing pound spree. So that simply meant another pair of jeans had to be closetted. Soon my hands went working their way on the jeans and trrrr.. there went off a part of the legs, of the jeans I mean. Have I told you my latest ideas about legs? Legs are meant to be revealed, at least a part of them and especially if they belong to the fairer sex ;).
Anyways now I have another pair of capris and a totally aghast dad. A man of the good old victorian days who cannot quite fathom how one can buy clothes and then cut them. In fact right now he is trying to come up with some scheme as to what to do with the remaining pieces of the erstwhile jeany legs. So any ideas in this direction will most definitely be appreciated by him.

Tete-a-tete in the wilderness

All the jungle's a playground and all animals mere players

Suzy the cute rabbit is walking faster than her tiny legs can carry her. She has been this way the last few weeks. It is after all the Grand Wedding in the Jungle and she is the soon to be starlet. All the treading and the abstinence has yielded fabulous results. The chic look is in as she is all set for the Grand day. But there are still so many of those little details to be gathered and the wise Ms Gif, ahem Mrs is all too busy going on wild wild chases.
And so Suzy decided to catch the Mrs and the other Ms buried in books long forgotten, in the wilderness. The Mrs didn't look too different from the old days and so was the case with the Ms except a few pounds here and there and pretty much everywhere. So a date was set for the Hen Party except there was no party, just loud talking and giggling till way into the night. So loud it even drowned the err-oh-gen-ous noises emanating from creatures in the surrounding grasslands. Not that they seemed to mind. Only the Mr seemed to have had an awful night without his cozy nest. The Mrs and the other Ms were wide awake as twin owls and poor Suzy was once again victimised, only this time she was spared what they chose to call music, inscrutable noises emanating from well fed stomachs in the "silence of the night minus noises from neighbouring grasslands".
Then came the time for the Wilderness Shopping Festival where for every purchase made one would get a skirt made of leaves free, this being the official jungle dress. Suzy eyed the skirts greedily dissappointed that they were always a tad longer than she would like. She nevertheless sneaked in a few of those sexy goodies away from prying eyes and into the safety of her cozy nest.
Then came the time to go back to each of their respective nests and despite all that facile conversation, they each had heavy hearts and were contemplating on how soon the tete-a-tete would resume!

Shhh....Overheard!!

He said "Don't you assume things my dear coz Assumption is the mother of all **** ups! Just delete the "ups" here. So whatever remains, when sanctified from unlawful carnal knowledge to sacrosanct carnal union becomes the elixir of life".

She replied "Poetic licence you call it and I dont mean to snatch that away from you. So here I declare vociferously that what the one uttered the other typed".

1 2 Vrooom!

She looked carefully at the piece that she had finally created. Every nook and crany was studied. It had to bear no semblance whatsoever to the other one. That was the abandoned child. This was a new beginning. No one must know they were related. They were just 14 months apart. Soon the local tabloids would fill in their gossip columns with all those ramblings. Ideal for an idle afternoon. No, no she must not sound so much like the other one. That was a dark child, this one with it's wheatish complexion looks different, very different. Yes! That was it! No one would ever know. The truth buried forever in those lost pages.
The scribe starts the journey now, afresh, zipping past memories, odes, sweet nothings, slowly savouring older times, learning to become a child all over again. And so it all begins..............

p.s:- The scribe returns bearing a New Face, erstwhile Ideal Ramblings abandoned!