Hold the Arsenic

I looked through my blog today. Nothing had changed. I hate stagnation so I decided to do something about it. And I did.
I CHANGED THE TEMPLATE! (Inspiring or what!)

Rudely shoving the self-ridicule aside with a thick skinned hand, I bring the focus onto the 'parchmenty', 18th century style layout that has me thrilled out of my wits. The whole thing seems to make my blog so intellectual ... as if it speaks of a wisdom so old and treasured only few have the honour of reading it.
And then, many MANY years from now, some sad sap of a sailor will find it rolled up in a bejewelled box. He will scratch his head (hopefully not anywhere else) and gaze at what his watery brain is telling him is a treasure not to be lost. He grins... revealing a gold tooth (not much else). The parchment finds its way to the great archives of the Vatican, where it will be sealed away till some scholarly person finds it and writes a book about it. The 'Greju code' is published amid much secrecy and controversy. Questions are asked, web sites are created, stalkers are followed, psychos are jailed, priests are pissed off, nuns are livid, hostelers are thrilled...

As for me... I'll still be around; old, wrinkly and STILL grumpy- beating my miserable great grand kids into making me a cup of tea. Sans Arsenic.

"Let there be Morning People"

After many months of absence, I once again enter the dotted portals of my blog. Diwali has arrived, and along with it comes a much needed holiday.
And i wonder what to crib about this time.

“I’m not a morning person. I never was, and I never will be.
All future lovers can go hop! (Or fetch tea in aid of self preservation.)”
- Sneha Stephen, 2007


There are two types of people in this world; those who are morning people and those who are not.
I like to sleep late. When I have to wake up early, I am not nice.
When I do wake up, I need ten minutes for my brain to realise it is expected to think. After which I need 15 minutes of uninterrupted staring time and a bucket of tea to get into some working condition. Through all this, I can be a little unpleasant.
Ok, very unpleasant.

That’s just the way God made me.

Once he made me, he decided to turn comedic. Chuckling evilly, he whipped up a few of the ‘Morning people’.

Morning people are a species to beware of. They wake up early, are totally organised, have a nasty habit of being cheerful and a disgusting tendency to skip around gaily singing ‘Good Morning’ to all and sundry.

My father (a version of the morning person), has been trying for 22 years to convert me. So far he has only succeeded in getting a few grunts of disgust. He truly believes in the power of early morning activities - running, yoga, bowel cleansing, hydration, breathing, exercise, study, planning, walking, etc and bloody etc.
He also truly believes in being painfully vocal about it - IN THE MORNING!

Hey, I’m open minded…i'll admit its a flaw. I like to sleep late. So what? Its not like I smoke pot or spread hideous diseases while I’m at it!

Grand statements notwithstanding, I am powerless in the face of parental lectures. No amount of grunting and yelling will stop them.
So the saga continues.

And God chuckles evilly.