Simple Joys!

Beware of the blogs i post while sitting alone at home with no job whatsoever, for lo, they often take on the melancholy and end up resembling nothing more than bad poetry.


Today I just played that mandy moore song in 'A Walk to Remember' and I danced; and it was good, but it made me ache for things I don’t have right now. Things that aren’t in my control, things that I can only attempt to gain by waiting and remaining open to new people. Two things that are not exactly easy for me. Sometimes I don’t understand the world today; the body language of flirting, the rules and the complex dance of showing interest without revealing yourself too soon. Maybe we should go back to the days of Little Women, like in the old movies, where the moral boys and girls always triumphed in the end. Where waiting was rewarded, flirting looked down upon and simple joys were encouraged.

Yet even that is not enough, because I like the simple joys of being able to ride a bike, having the right to vote and my increased chances of not dying in childbirth.Is there a way to connect all these things in simple lasting ways without reverting to old fashioned romanticism?

Scars ~~ How many of ya like 'em?? :)

Recently while flipping through some random magazine [yeah let it be RANDOM], I saw an in-depth article on how to get rid of or heal wounds, without those pesky scars. Now I understand that in some cases scars can be frustrating, especially if they are large enough or in visible enough locations that they cause embarrassment. But for me, I love my scars. First, scar tissue is actually stronger than normal tissue [ courtesy- my feeling sense :-D ], which means one could potentially become a superhero if one could find a way to (in a none gross manner) replace ones skin with scar tissue. Second, scars are like built in memories, they instant call to mind the places and circumstances of their creation. So here in no particular order are my own favorite scars:

Top of Knee – Who doesn’t have at least one memorable scar on their knee from childhood shenanigans? The reason I like this particular one is that I have such a vivid memory of acquiring it. I don’t remember how old I was, probably in that 8-10 range. But we were at a family summer vacation trip in Munnar at my uncle’s and I was cycling [probably still with my training wheels on) around a gravel curve and totally wiped out. This is probably memorable in that I was by myself when it happened, so I had to do the inspection of wound area all by myself and contain my tears until I reached my parents. Also this scar is kinda cool because I managed to actually gouge a small hole in my skin via gravel, which makes for a very cool raised scar.

Side of Right foot - This scar isn’t highly visible, it is more of a difference in skin tone, but once again the method of acquiring it is the best part. I actually picked the injury up from outta nowhere on a perfectly fyn examination day!!! Me and ma friends were hanging out at the alleyway of our school breathlessly reading through what we all jus crammed into our tiny tot heads the previous night and I came up wit a seemingly safe way of pulling the tension strings down. A small innocent plastic cup was my choice of a football and I chose to make the first kick too… and yeah I guess I made a hard one too... the only problem was that the cup was out there covering a projecting piece of steel bar [or whatever the hell it was, I had much much much more things to worry about].. the pain just kept increasing and needless to say my shiny little shoes got pierced too and the blood kept pumping out[ never thought so much blood flowed through ma stupid FOOT!!! Anyways, the pain got killed by a much more serious pain- embarrassment!! It healed up quickly though, and the only reason I can think of why the scar came up id that its after all a stupid FOOT!! The tissues won’t get patched up all too wonderful ya know.. Hmmmm…. Even more interestingly, the child-me picked up this one during ma 11^th grade…

Forehead, a li’l right from the centre – Apparently Mr. Harry Potter ain’t the only one having that identity. Your’s truly do posses one, however hard to find it maybe these days. The thing is, I’m a lazy fellow and this post is going on too much for my liking… So, longstory short = fell flat out on the footpath for no particular reason[ I still wonder how] and hit straight on a small stone that was perfectly placed over there to get lodged into ma forehead. Seriously, I never felt anything, got up, brushed ma uniform and continued walking… But the no-job-people who can be found everywhere dint allow me!! [Never thought there were so many kind souls out there] They wanted to take me to a hosp!! GULP!! Oh no no…somehow I convinced them I don’t want that and so they laid me down in an auto and literally packed me home.. grrrr!! The image of ma face covered in blood made my day... Finally I got myself a wwe look!! More like Austin had in his first blood match against Kane… LOL!! My plain refusal to put stitches on gave me a perfectly shaped scar- that of a water drop.. cool!!

So how about the rest of you, any favorite scars?