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of stones and stones :)

Back at work we had an interesting conversation about the stones changing our lives - controlling the planets and turning the tides. I of course never believed in stones , all for a cosmetic reason - I love my diamond rings and would not for the life of me wear those ungainly finger embellishment. But that does not mean that I did not do my share of crazy rituals. There was a time when Chibu decided to take a year off and a lady astrologer told me that I had to feed the street dogs 'roti' in the morning for him to clear the Engineering entrance. So early morning I would be waking up the street dogs and try to lure them with roti- Being street dogs did not mean they will have anything and everything that came their way - so one day it was soaked in milk , next day chicken curry another day biscuits were mashed to make the roti palatable - till one day they decided they wanted something else. Of course the ritual worked and Chibu qualified , it's another matter all together that even without that exercise he would have qualified in the almost godforsaken college where he is for the last 4 years . But all colleges have their advantages and highs and so does this one ! And I cannot complain certainly.

Sticks and stones can break ones bones - and from stone to bone is quite a jump- like gym for me is almost bone breaking !  I am at it because I can eat later with little less of guilt. It's not working wonders -yet ! Neither is it secreting those promised Dopamine to make me feel good !  Of course I am beginning to pick up good stories. Like this gentleman who is snappy and irritable and picks up  fight with youngsters when they talk  actually carries two cellphones - one for receiving calls from his wife and the other from his girlfriend ! He wants to grow a ponytail and sport a tattoo....:) Looks and demeanor can be deceptive ! And if the wife gets an inkling his bones will be stoned - no doubt ! Coincidentally on my way back the radio play was all about a wife being upset about the husband's confession of his extra marital affair and killing him with frozen dressed chicken and cooking it and feeding it to the  policemen  who came to investigate , thus removing the last vestige of evidence ! Weird !

In the end it was a week with myriad merging with the mystical. Meeting Guruji up close is always magical. But despite the bright omnipotent eyes Guruji looked frail this time - the worries of the world is probably weighing down on him and taking in all the troubles  to be a merchant of happiness and peace is taking it's toll maybe ! I began the journey in 2000 and 14 years is a long time ! 

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  1. This was one sweet writeup! A happy reading material! As far as your gymming is concerned, I am sure people have started to notice the difference in you as it happened today at college with the tall cow.
    Never too young to say. May God bless you! :)

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    1. Aww beautiful, you are one of the blessings in my life :)

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  2. Amrita that was an awesome write up...especially the feeding dog bit....i'm sure gyming will do the trick...but you'v got to give it time....

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    1. Thank you so much. I know time and perseverance..... but I appreciate you taking the time to read.. :)

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