Some more...

Princess Dee has run away, Griz has gone into her writers workshop and Suzy's on the treadmill! While I came up with these _

IV. Pink Tushy - A stuffed toy resembling a dholak! Made of pink velvet and very comfortable under the neck while on a drive/flight, under my arm while reading agatha christies, under my head while taking that quick nap, etc etc.

V. Jacket - Very Male and Female. While men can wear this to add that much needed jazz to kurta or white stiff shirts for a fun evening, women can don this over an off shoulder top, flowing blue skirt and a straw hat go great together too! But it has to be in Satin.

VI. Bag-Shorts - Do you see a bag? I see a pair of Shorts, a very comfy one for the summers! However, if you want it to be a bag, just stitch close the openings where the legs go in...

VII. SkirtTop - A pink sleek item number! Use it as an off-shoulder top! Use it as a blouse with that white or light pink lucknowi saree! Use it as a skirt! Or just use it a hair band! Hehehe...

3 entries so far!

I. Unisex T-shirt for the lean and mean titled - The Black Heart.
II. The Pink Whipper, can be used as a Belt by both men and women, HairBand, Wrist Band or sandal straps!
III. Pink hair dye, perfect for that flamboyant, womaniser kind of guy!

Jungle Fashion Week

Hohoho [blow, blow on the trumpets], [big big drum beats to follow] and [much, much whistles] !!!
Sudden activity in the jungle...
Its the Jungle Fashion Week! For those who are slow to catch up, we are having the summer festival at the big mud hut by the Silver river and this week was decided as the Jungle Fashion Week. Please do send in your fashion entries for the fashion week. (Here's something different to do for those with the writer's bloc, those with reader's bloc, those with nasal bloc, those with shit bloc, those with air bloc and those with no bloc!) Rules? Just anything new in pink, yes dahling, pink is the color! I hope you dont mind...

Hey, look at the sky!

The big Elephant God sat high up there in his couch, munching on mirchi bajjis, which if you haven't ever tasted, you must, and which goes by the description of being slit big chillies, dipped in gram flour batter and deep fried! As he munched on his sixth one for the evening, his little secretary, Rags, the rat messaged upto his big ears about his time to paint. It was time to change the sky paint again. Hmm, acknowledged the big one to Rags and motioned him to get him his gold slip-ons. Slowly he finished his sixth bajji, took a sip of the warm tea, slipped on his gold slip-ons and went to his easel by the window. Hmm, he grunted as he chose the colour, he played a little selection game and finally picked up orange, in one of its very pale forms. With that flat woodwn brush he took generous amounts of paint from the can and spread them across the sheet. When done, he took a step or two back to get an idea about the result. He nodded and went back to his paint collection and picked that very light sky blue, thinned it adding water and using this colour, he blotched the sheet, orange a moment back. He looked at the effect and smiled to himself, a smile of satisfaction. I looked up at the effect too and I smiled to myself too, a smile of awe at the beauty in nature!

Happy

Should be happy to be loved
Happy to be
Unburdened by the thought
I could still be lonely
I think you're the one
Everyone agrees
But some can see the face of love
And turn away in disbelief

Every time we get close
I just run
And the wind on my face
Last rays of the sun
Shine on my skin
My heart slow me down
Is all I can feel

Should be happy to be loved
Happy to be
With someone who knows
And understands me
I think you're the one
Everyone agrees
But some can touch the hand of love
And pull away in disbelief

Should be happy to be loved
Happy to be
Possessed by nothing but
A heart that's chosen freely
I think you're the one
Everyone agrees
But some can feel the grace of love
And walk away in disbelief

Should be happy to be loved
Happy to be....

-From my all time favourite ,Tracy Chapman

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International Woman's Day today
Should I celebrate!?
After getting reminded of all that comes as part of being a woman by Griz, you tell me if I still can....
Shirsha

Transported

Today I am transported to that trip I made with
my dear girl, Kumari to Pondicherry.
She had said 'Its like the peace after a storm' and it
was .... I am transported to the time we sat looking at
the ocean and we let the rhythm of the waves wash over us.

Him, there, yes, by that window

I saw him again on saturday. This time he was wearing a white shirt which had 2 centimeter thick vertical stripes and a black suave, party-wear-ish trousers. His hair, the same colour as his skin, had that same wave on it as it had the last time I saw him, or even the many hundred times I saw him. He stood there wearing that same expression of a demure smile, hands in pocket, just a bit. I always thought to myself, each time the same thought, this must be one hell of a guy to flirt with and that if I dressed rightly( I often humour myself with the honour of being above average in looks with the right clothing on!), I might get all his attention and maybe more ;)
Off course, he wouldn't be alone, I mean, not a guy like him! So he always had one of those oh-so-sexy, mischevious-eyed, teasing, graceful, lovely ladies by him. On saturday, I think(am having to think, never pay them more attention than I should be!) he had this one that wore a short black dress, with rows of sequins along the collar and again along the hem-line. Oh ok, she was cute, but lets get back to my subject for today.
So then, after I'd eyed him for a while that seemed really really long, Gef dragged me to the coffee shop opposite and cool! we got a sofa along the glass pane and just facing him! Hmm, so I get to feast my eyes while I feast my senses to lovely caffeine!
I asked Gef, 'What dyu think he must be thinking standing there?'
Gef looked up briefly from his book and asked 'Who?'
'I don't know who he is...'
'So whom were you talking about?'
'I wish I knew'
'Hey! you are your usual dumb self again! I love this Gif!'
'True you do, but tell me, what do you think he must be thinking of all the time there?' This time I point out...
'Who?... that!?... thats just a mannequin honey'

How do I explain there is surely more to that figure standing there everyday, with that heart-beat-quickening smile and awesome structure!?

My Baby

A little blue but mostly bright
My baby is a special child.
He likes to burst bubble dreams,
Leaves behind his toys in streams.
Keen eyes speak his reckless heart,
Warm smiles fill this empty house.
He can numb your deepest pain
In some simple easy way.
My baby has a special stride
Everytime he walks away.

Would someone please make some noise?

Would someone please-
Shut the door,
move the chair,
run the dog,
trash the car,
turn the knob,
speak up loud
Crack a joke,
blink an eye
Step on pudding
with a squishy sound,
play with the salt 'n pepper stand,
burp or yawn.
Would someone please
make some noise?