Feline Musings

A similar incident was reported by a relative, who sneakily snipped off the greeny stalk and leaves of a cauliflower, on one occasion, and got away with it. The next time she was purchasing cauliflower at the grocers, he politely forewarned her not to tamper with the vegetable. Of course, these incidents become subjects of hilarious dinner-time anecdotes. However, in recent times, most of us can do well by pulling a page or two out of the miser’s user manual.

It’s not my hubby’s fault; it’s got to do with his Sindhi genes and a generous amount of Gujju influence that words like Sale, Discount, Free Gift, Savings, and Combo-Pack have him hypnotically moving in the direction from which these words originated. So, when he suddenly got up in the middle of an afternoon siesta and started to go out, I wasn’t surprised at his response to my questioning look, that he was going for a free-health checkup at the local medical store. I sighed understandably; it was the Sindhi-Gujju combo-genes at work.

I pacify myself by thinking that it’s the weather – humidity makes one lose more hair! But come winter and I will blame the nip in the air, and the dryness of the scalp for further hair loss. Summers will be answerable for the oiliness and sweatiness that make the poor head want to get some air, and in turn get rid of the ultraviolet rays absorbing black sheen of hair. Whatever be the season, the extermination of the hair, MY HAIR, seems inevitable.

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Beware of what you say it and how you say it ….

The tongue is to be blamed for leading us into junk-food temptation. I meekly agreed to my friend’s analysis of the situation and the branding of the tongue as the main culprit that leads of layers and layers of fat on our body. I quietly drained the lemon juice and bid adieu to the chicken pattie wondering how to curb the provocation from my taste buds.

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I nearly had an anxiety attack when my male hairdresser was actually watching “run-out” while snipping away at my very precious fewer of the few hair.

I remember asking for crunchy fried rice in a Chinese restaurant and being served a bowl of onion sautéed puffed rice, for a ridiculously high price.

02:20 hrs: Boisterous thunder and impending showers wake me up. The day’s laundry is still hanging out in the balcony. I must retrieve the clothes and get them into the house before the downpour starts. 
02:22 hrs: I am still in bed, procrastinating and hoping hubby will get up and bring the laundry into the house. [...]

“So, when does your husband reach home from work?” A female colleague inquired. 
“Always fifteen minutes after the dinner is ready, irrespective of when I reached home.” I answered nonchalantly.
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