Murder

My blog is like my happy place at the moment - yeah, personal shrink and all that... Btw don't get me started on the shrink fad, it won't help my ahem readership ;)

First I am extremely tired. Therefore it makes perfect sense that every time I am tired even at one in the morning I am praying and/or blogging! - or not. Prayer works. Blogging is a feeling in my thumbs, those entirely h-sapient digits... I know when I have a light bubble-blog coming along... Agatha Christie would swear that that means murder. Well *evil laugh* maybe it does. Maybe I shall murder someone - but I won't do it quite in a murder mystery kinda way. As you probably know, I'll do it in a Macbethian melodramatic kinda way... and then brood over the fact that it would have gone down much better in the plotted, quiet way. I mean who would suspect me? I am this harmless ranting, raving lunatic. Even in self-defence I couldn't harm a fly - or could I?

Just when I had convinced myself that if I just moved myself to stay alert now and then and kept free and open from dark, hidden, gangster corners, I could reclaim my peace of mind - they zeroed in on me with blatant intent. Can I hire a lawyer here please? It's a dead shot.

Their purpose was to draw blood. Their purpose could not be inconclusive as the situation was in a library cum TV room area. The late accused were unable to read. They were also unable to process celluloid visual images as their blind spots are sensitive only to heat. Sitting well away from the tube, and only among undisturbed books, their intent was to attack with intent to cause grievous bodily harm. They knew that a certain continued chain of events would cause the desired effect of harm. The victim (in this case, also the counsel for prosecution) was the only other object or body in the area of the crime. The accused were also in possession of the necessary weaponry for the nature of the crime in this trial. The evidence upon the victim's body verifies that the same weaponry that the accused possessed were used to inflict the injury found. Having then established that the crime has taken place, and that the accused are guilty of mens rea, if not malice aforethought, and that the presence of the accused and the time of the crime are in correlation, this court has now established the accused guilty of murder in the second degree.

Actually if it was my trial and if the world accepted the reality of such killings as these which go unheralded, silently buried, I could be charged in the first degree since I killed a record number of mosquitoes yesterday and didn't even feel guilty about the little critters. It was malice aforethought. Okay, okay so don't hit me! I told you this is one of my happy places for now :D LOL I mean they were coming at me from all angles - even the psychological one!! As you doubtless have seen...

I thoroughly enjoyed the criminal law seminars I sat through but for a short, not-intensive look you could go here.

Mmuahhaaahhaaaaa <:|

Slurps, sighs and spaces inbetween

Sluuurrrrp. Fish fry and chicken curry, appam and fish molie, praline souffle and chocolate mousse, bacon and chicken foccaccio with chicken cheese paratha, chocolate icecream, amma's curry and mangooooooes, kalappam and honey dosais, sapotas, pasta and a whole load of Mars bars. I repeat - mangoes.

I repeat, with just so many rs and us - sluuurrrrp.

Siiigghhh. Starting with the perfect bamboo bag of old blogdom, I have had a satisfying look at all the little arty knick-knacks you could imagine, and then intense shopping like saris and salwars and kurtas and tops and jeans... I have had a rummage through the library - notwithstanding the fact that the idiot told me there was some problem with my membership and I couldn't take out any because I couldn't produce the little tiny square piece of paper he gave me at least 7 years ago! I have had an elephant ride with my nicely nervous father - Malathy decided to poo as soon as we plomped our behinds on her! I have shopped for smellies - which are a lovely girly-girl thing to shop for and spices.

I repeat, with just so many is and gs and hs - siiigghhh.

And I have no slurps or sighs, just speechlessness for the awe that comes upon you when you realise that God's actually so much more beautiful than the wonder He's created. Bird-watching (one of them composed a new tune every day, he was the Malabar whistling thrush), elephant-riding, spice-trailing, exploring, mountain-walking, deer-spotting, photography and family.

And here's a random, bizarre conversation...

Appa: Hello? Yes, this is room 503.
Voice on other end: 503?
Appa: 503. What? 503. Er, 503 - 50... N, what's the room number again??
Voice: Right, 503.
Appa: Yes well, we have a problem - we have no hot water and we need to be at the airport in a couple of hours! (Btw, it was freezing.)
Voice: Oh, hoat 'oater? Should be there sir...
Appa: No, it's not. Is there a certain time when it'll start?
Voice: No time. All the time.
Appa: But I've asked and we still have no water - see, if there's a problem with the water -
Voice: No proablem, sir.
Appa: No, if there is - what I'm saying is... you just send up two buckets of hot water, no??!
Voice on other end: To drink, sir?

My bizarre goings-on

The most normal activity for the average girl and law-abiding citizen in your average family friendly neighbourhood in the late hours of the night - climbing down a ladder and a drainpipe onto a window to redeem a razor because it is the last remaining one before we can get to a shop tomorrow!! Yes, that would be normal, thank you...

LOL.

We have had an interesting weekend as A & M have arrived and I'm doing the touristy thing with them. We have a week of travelling ahead of us as well and are so looking forward to it. It's brilliant to be able to remember what a lovely place you live in too.

So we took a drive down to Mahabalipuram and went round all the monuments and carvings... we gave the shore temple a miss. My dad walked into the Five Rathas and was promptly stopped. Rudely. Then my mum and I. Now my dad was dressed in jeans, my mum in a salwar and me in jeans without anything er Indianly amiss... i.e. no tank tops, no halters, no tights, nothing remotely ramp-esque, no rolled up sleeves or trouser legs.... I mean I looked Indian... And I know it. Lol, the ultimate proof if you needed it, for instance - I am not of course suggesting for an instant that you don't believe me. Believe me!! I am so right ;D - I did not even have straightened hair! Ahhh, now I see your eyes rolling. Vanity, vanity - yeah, Solomon, you're the man ;).

Lol, anyway seriously - the man did not think we were Indian. Because we came with two people who were not Indian, so no 2 + 2 does not make four, really... No no no. So we had these tickets that he was not going to accept because he wanted us to prove that we were Indian and this is a half-hour down the road from our house! And my mum kindly informed me that I simply did not understand that in India they don't take to youngsters disagreeing. I don't understand that - I understand some people do wherever they are in the world... But er I still disagree :( I mean a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, eh?

Well, after that we found a cute little monkey whom my dad took on his lap... The story of the monkey is however that he was rather attracted to me :(. Yes, the life and loves of Pilgrim. Born Anno Domini___ , lived___, deeply mourned by Mr Monkey........

Oh and I got this perfect little bamboo bag that M bought for me for a present. It is gorgeous and a good size to carry when I'm going out for the day! It is just right, not too posh, not too tacky... and veeery in, ooohh yeah ;D

There were loads of things I wanted to put down on this blog but have no time. In fact, I'm so preoccupied it's taking longer! Bleh! So final news story for the day - one of these networking sites had my attention one jobless evening. So I messed about with the relationship status thingy looking for options - as in 'single but committed' or 'single and in a relationship with God' or 'in healthy relationships with friends and family' but er Booong Gutter Ball... So I went back to my old one, but the stupid interface put it on the news which means my church back in B has been in a state of furore (well, by church I mean girls' cell because it's the kind of thing you yak about between Bible studies and wellllllll after :D)... Did NOT know they were until a couple of days ago when RM finally broke it to me, asking me to 'put them out of their misery' and a day later M arrives to have a word with me about what did I think I was doing :D... Siiiiigggghhhh - and Darcy is either in P&P or in the process.

And by the way, just so you know God has been working out things in my life:D Wehey!!