A weaver's dream

"The Sari, it is said, was born on the loom of a fanciful weaver. He dreamt of Woman. The shimmer of her tears. The drape of her tumbling hair. The colors of her many moods. The softness of her touch. All these he wove together. He couldn't stop. He wove for many yards. And when he was done, the story goes, he sat back and smiled and smiled and smiled". --Unknown quote

This made me smile for some reason :)

A friend of mine and I were discussing how the saree is the prefect outfit for all women irrespective of age or body type and makes the lady look beautiful. Now, if only I could master the art of walking in one without all the pletes bunching up forcing me to do the ungraceful kick-n-walk!

Note: The image is courtesy a painting by Raja Ravi Varma titled "Lady with Fruit".

Woe!

I have always believed that whenever one really looks forward to something (and I mean really really looks forward to it), something/someone will ruin it. Its just a weird freak Murphy's Law equivalent that makes no sense. And yet, you sit there disappointed through no fault of your own.

I bought a new car a week ago. I did a lot of research on the feasibility, car specifications, ease of drive etc and finally decided on the Figo. It arrived at my doorstep on 1 Oct(Fri). I had to travel for work on Saturday and returned late on Tuesday night. I drove the car under the supervision of my dad for exactly 5 days after that.

My little brother meanwhile could not keep still and decided that it would be a good idea to take the car out for a solo spin without informing me or my parents. And because the universe hates me, he came back home with a 1 sq.ft scratch on the brand new car's bumper . Grotesque!

I had not even taken the car out for a solo spin myself and his conscience allowed him to ruin it for me. I was immediately reminded of 2nd Standard when I forced mom to buy me my first Barbie and my brother took a scissor and cut off her hair. And my bum turned red in the interrogation process.
Or 5th Standard when I got my first Casio Piano and again! What a surprise, my brother broke the adaptor. Do little boys ever grow up? Breaking and destroying things!

I am so filled with rage right now that I want to systematically find everything that he loves.. and break it with a hammer! Starting with his fancy gaming headset that I broke last night.

I love my baby but sometimes he makes me so angry.. I swear my head will explode soon!