THE Game

The other day I was talking to an old friend... and something she said made me remember something similar another person had told me a few days back... which kinda got me thinking again...

Ok, I'll go chronically about this then. FIFO. First in First Out.

A few days ago I was visited by a couple of "well-wishers"... a part of the "tribe" who are still trying to put me through the "cookie-cutter" (I came across this phrase somewhere and it suits perfectly here!)... and settle me into the role of the "standard cookie"... one husband, 2 kids, 9-5 job, followed by Ekta Kapoor's daily soap operas on the idiot-box! The PERFECT life... as is understood here in India and, I believe, the rest of the world too! So the female "well-wisher" gave me some well-meaning advice on how to get my life "in shape"... the "shape" that is accepted by the tribe I mean!

Now, I have a very blunt way of speaking... as people who read my blog can very well make out... and I am never able to pretend I like something if I don't. (Ok mark my words very carefully here... I have said "someTHING"... and not "someONE"... which means that even if it appears that I don't like a 100 odd THINGS about someone, it does NOT necessarily imply that I don't like that someONE! As they say, "hate the crime, but not the criminal".)

So then the first step in becoming that perfect "cookie" is finding myself a husband right? Well, these "well-wishers" came to the conclusion that my blunt style of speaking and my apparent "honesty" and "integrity" are the culprits here, which are keeping me from finding a husband. And then they let me in on this "secret"...

Apparently it requires just about an year (or even less at times) to completely have the man you want on a "leash"! (I use the word "leash" here 'coz that's how they made it sound... like I was taming a dog to live with me for the rest of his life!) They told me that if I can manage to keep my "gab" shut for just one year with a guy... any guy... I would have him "eating-out-of-my-hand" by then... and once he marries me, I will have all the time in the world to "nag" him about everything I might have ever wanted to in that one year... and everything that I might ever want to in the future! So it is basically a game of *waiting for just one year*... and after that you can treat him like crap... AND get away with it too!

Then the other day, my old friend confirmed the validity of this "secret". She said that all it needs to build up a "lasting" relationship with a guy is to treat him like a "KING" for the first few months... until you can make out he's totally addicted to you and your "female charms"... and then he's your "SLAVE" for the rest of his life! So you can just switch back to being your "normal" critical self, 'coz by then you would have already "conditioned" him to "keep wagging his tail after you", no matter what you said or did to him! And then, let's say if you held back your tongue for like 8 months before marriage, you can "nag" him about it for 8 YEARS after marriage... again and again and again! WOW!

(Of course you'll need to maintain a mental checklist of all those things you might have wanted to bash his head about in those 8 months! So this won't work if you're one of those people who have a fight with someone... let off steam then and there... and then forget all about it 5 minutes later!)

Now being put across like that in my "blunt" style, this sounds a bit disgusting, doesn't it? But hey, who am I to complain? The guys love this is as much the girls! They still keep falling for only those females who know these "rules of the game" and play it ruthlessly! I mean a man has to be really dumb if he honestly believes that the "ROYAL" treatment given to him BEFORE marriage will continue AFTER marriage too! In fact, forget about marriage and husband... ANY person will have to be dumb if he/she sincerely believes that 2 people can agree about everything under the sun and NEVER have any difference of views at all!

And yet, men still allow themselves to be fooled by the so-called "meek-and-docile-charm" of females! And when they eventually realize their mistake, they come out with so many jokes on marriage and on their "wives"...

The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.

I don't worry about terrorism. I was married for two years.

A psychiatrist is a person who will give you expensive answers that your wife will give you for free.

Bachelors know more about women than married men; if they didn't, they'd be married too.

Love is blind... but marriage is an eye-opener!

Young Son: Is it true, Dad, that in some parts of Africa a man doesn't know his wife until he marries her?
Dad: That happens in every country, son.

Marriage is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
Second marriage is the triumph of hope over experience.

Just think, if it weren't for marriage, men would go through life thinking they had no faults at all.

Marriage is a 3 ring circus: Engagement Ring, Wedding Ring, and Suffering.

A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't.
A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does.

Married life is very frustrating.
In the first year of marriage, the Hubby speaks and the wife listens.
In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens.
In the third year, they both speak and the neighbors listen.

Ok and here's the last one...

I married Miss Right. I just didn't know her first name was "Always".

Ha ha ha ha! So before marriage, it is "MR. Always Right", and after marriage, it is "MRS. Always Right" !!! :D

I'll keep this "SECRET" in mind if I ever decide to become the "perfect cookie"! ;-)

P.S. - Long time back, my Dad used to share this joke with everyone around...

"I am the boss of this house, and I have my wife's permission to say so!"

9th Random Fact

Ok, so I was going to include this one in my previous post originally... but then I felt that just one small paragraph won't really do justice to this point! I wanted to share some real-life incidents about this one with my readers... and therefore, eventually decided to dedicate an entire blog post to it!

Well... the 9th random fact about me is... I TALK IN MY SLEEP!

He he! Yeah! I not only talk when I'm awake... I sometimes talk while I'm sleeping too! And then I very conveniently forget whatever I've talked about! I normally don't remember a single thing when I wake up! And while I'm sleep-talking to you, you will never ever be able to realize that I'm not fully awake! I mean I'm completely coherent, my words are not slurred and I make perfect sense even when I'm asleep! (Ok, maybe I don't make that much of a sense to some people when I'm awake! Ha ha!) By the way, I don't think I've done that for quite a while now... not sure about it though!

First time I realized I could do this was back in my school days. One of my classmates called me a day before an English test, for some help regarding her doubts. Now I had fallen asleep studying for the test... with the book still open in my hands. My mom came, shook me up and gave me the phone. She also kept a glass of hot milk on the table for me and went back to her work. I must have talked to my friend for a while and then gone back to sleep... 'coz when my mom came back in the room, the milk was still untouched, the phone was lying there next to me and I had my nose in the book (literally!)

She shook me up again and scolded me a bit... and complained about the milk having become cold... and then asked if I had talked to my friend or not. I said I don't remember having talked to anyone. And she was surprised 'coz she had been hearing my voice! She hadn't taken the caller's name either! So I made her describe the voice... and then we did some guess work and finally figured who it could have been. Then I called her back and explained... and she was laughing like crazy! She said I just didn't sound like I was sleeping... or she would have disconnected the line and called later! Apparently I had answered all her queries to her satisfaction! :))

And that's not all! In my BPO days, I have even taken a call from a *ghost* Dell customer once, at home, while I was sleeping!

Apparently the customer wanted to increase the virtual memory on his computer... and wanted to know how to do it. But I made him do an Msconfig instead. And then, don't remember why, but, I put him on hold (following the "Dell-Hold-Script" PERFECTLY!) Then couple of seconds later, I woke up. Just like that. And when I looked around, feeling that something was amiss, I saw my flatmate sitting nearby... with the corner of my bed sheet stuffed in her mouth! When I tried to focus on her more clearly, I realized she was all doubled up with laughter! Eventually she just broke out in a loud "HA HA HA HA HA"... and accused me of "dropping" my call without completing it! She said that by waking up, I had obviously "disconnected" the customer after having put him on hold!

I was TOTALLY clueless as to what she was saying! So finally she went ahead and narrated to me how I was taking this call... and how I had restated the problem as "increasing the virtual memory" but walked him through an "msconfig" instead... and finally put him on hold... and woke up! And she said not a word had been out of place! It had been a perfect call in all sense... except of course for the fact that I had given the wrong resolution and had dropped the customer's call! Ha ha ha! Gave me quite a reputation at work after that! :D

Well if you think that's the worst I can get... READ ON!

The same flatmate and I had shifted to a new place. It was a 1-bedroom-hall-kitchen thing. We didn't have the ceiling fans installed when we rented it. So our landlord sent in a technician to fix the fans that day. But the person got delayed somewhere and so was able to setup the fan in just the hall that evening. Now we had just one mattress on the floor in the hall... and 2 in the bedroom that we shared between us. And it so happened that both of us had our weekly off that night. So we were both going to be home. I hadn't slept a moment since my previous shift ended late that morning. So I decided to take a brief nap while Sanchita took care of some errands and made dinner for us. And that nap turned out to be a full-fledged sleep eventually, 'coz she didn't have the heart to wake me up.

Finally at about 11ish in the night or so, she woke me up, only so I would eat something. I sat right up... scolded her for not waking me up earlier and doing everything on her own (!!!)... had dinner... chatted with her... we listened to the radio... (some stupid play apparently!)... then exchanged comments on it... washed the utensils... and then she suggested I should go back to sleep in the hall, where I had been sleeping, and that she'd sleep without the fan for one more day. But I refused to let her play "martyr"! So we dragged another mattress from the bedroom to the hall... put some sheets over it... and finally slept!

In the morning when I woke up... as usual I didn't remember any of it! So when I saw the bedroom mattress in the hall, I asked her how she managed to move that heavy mattress all by herself... or whether Tony (her friend) had visited while I was asleep! And then she realized that I had been sleeping all along! That I had never really completely woken up! But she just couldn't believe it! Even I couldn't... to be very honest with you! I mean, talking in sleep is one thing... but eating, dragging mattresses, washing utensils and having a perfectly logical and sensible discussion about a radio-play...! TOO MUCH!

PHEWWWWWWW! Thankfully I haven't done this kinda thing for years now!

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The 8 Random Facts [8RF] Game

So this is the first time I have been tagged, since I started blogging. Neelabh tagged me about a month ago, but I checked his blog only yesterday! So I never knew that I was tagged! :D

Here are the rules:
1. Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.
2. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.
3. Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been tagged.

Well, I don't have 8 people in my list to tag either! So I'm gonna tag the Poet, Bubbles and DD!

Now 8 random facts about me...

Well... by talking, I don't mean that I can use my jaws and tongue and my "voice-box" to emit coherent sounds! I mean that I can REALLY talk! I used to talk for like 8.5 hours every day on phone when I was working with Dell Technical Support! My sis says I have the ability to narrate a 3 hour movie in 6 hours! I think she under-estimates me... I can narrate a 3 hour movie as a 3 year long weekly Soap Opera!

Once my dad gave me Bactrim DS for some infected external wound or something... and within minutes, my skin burst into small swellings all over my body... my face, arms, neck, legs, everywhere... like the way "Kachori" swells up the moment you drop it in hot oil!... and it started itching horribly too! Then my dad went to the medical store and got me some Avil (anti-allergic) and made me take that... and again within minutes, all the swelling on my body subsided!... As if a balloon had been deflated suddenly! It was like MAGIC! He he! FUNNNN! Thoroughly enjoyed that experience! :D

I have grown up on detective novels. At the age when other little girls are read out Fairy-tales for bedtime, I was being read out "Chacha-Chowdhary-Comics"! (For those of my readers who don't live in India... "Chacha-Chowdhary" is a legendary comic-book character here... whose mind works faster than a computer... and who is able to solve mysteries within minutes! The Indian Police Force is often seen seeking his help on tough cases... in the comic-books I mean!) By the time I was 12, I was devouring "Famous Fives", "Secret Sevens", "Nancy Drews" and "Hardy Boys"! And I had made up my mind by then that I wanted to be a Private Detective when I grow up!
A little something I remember from one of the books: If you wanna send a private note to someone and you think it might be intercepted by one of the "bad guys", try this... write the note with orange juice (fill your pen with orange juice instead of ink!)... it becomes invisible the moment the juice dries up. And once the intended receiver has the note safely with him, all he needs to do is to hold the paper over a candle flame or iron it on the back... and the heat will cause the writing to show up.

In fact, I can start singing just about anywhere... anytime! My singing was at its best when I had just joined the Wipro BPO in Delhi. I used to sing in our training room... whenever our trainer left us with some assignment to complete on our own. I even used to sing during calls on the floor, when my customer was on hold while I looked up the resolution for his computer-problem!
The best compliment I received for my singing: There was this fellow called Rahul Saggi in my team... and he used to hate it whenever I started singing! Well that's the way he made it appear at least! He'd call for help (..."Somebody please make her shut up!")... or start making annoying faces at me...! Unfortunately, he didn't stay with us for long though. A few days after we went on floor, he got a confirmation for his MBA somewhere... and the day he was leaving the office, he seeked me out especially on the floor... asked me to put my caller on hold for a minute... and requested me to sing a song for him! :D

I love the feel of water on my skin. I can play WITH water... and I can play IN water... for hours at a stretch! When I'm in the kitchen, I keep finding excuses to get my hands in water. When I'm not in the kitchen, I still keep splashing water on my face! When it rains and there are small water puddles on the roads, I love to step into those puddles deliberately to wet my feet! And I would stand under the shower for hours too, if only we had a water-storage-tank that big enough... AND... if only my family would let me occupy the bathroom for so long!
I love the taste of water too. You'll always find a bottle of water in my room... mostly on my computer table. I generally carry a bottle of water to the market too. Coffee would never do when I want water... and Coke... uhhhh! Definitely a No-No! And when I drink water, I like to keep it in mouth for a while, before swallowing it in. Of course, it makes my mouth look like I'm holding a balloon inside... which irritates my dad like hell! :D

I used to have a turquoise-bluish kinda salwar-suit till a couple of years ago. But my sister said it was green. I looked at in all kindsa different lights... it still looked blue to me! But she's the designer you know... so obviously people would say she has a better eye for colors! So I was dubbed "color-blind"! :D If you'd ask me though... I'd say that I work in the "16-color" mode! I mean I know what PEACH is ...(the color, not the fruit!)... but I have absolutely no clue as to what is MAGENTA!

Yeah! Fits of favorite colors... when I was a kid, my favorite used to be black color... then there was a phase of blue when 40% of my wardrobe was in blue! Then there was a short fit of green & an even shorter one of orange... and since my family moved to Patna, I have been alternating between fits of lime-yellow and lime-green!
I even have sudden fits of different activities. I would suddenly go on a house-cleaning spree... or would pick up the bed cover that I started embroidering couple of years ago... or make dozens of red roses (yeah, I know how to make a few artificial flowers)... or look at me now... I am in a fit of blogging!

Once upon a time, I used to wake up early... and I used to go for a 60-minute brisk walk every morning... and I used to see the sun rise in front of my eyes... and I used to look up at the rising sun and smile... and THAT used to remind me of sunflowers! If you ever get to spend some time watching sunflowers, just note... every morning when the sun rises, the sunflowers turn their pretty faces up towards the sun... as if they were smiling at him... like they had been waiting for him for so long! And then they follow the sun around throughout the day... and when it sets in the evening... they just drop their faces and go all gloomy and miserable! I still look up at the rising sun and give a warm smile... that is when I DO manage to wake up that early!

So there... homework complete... :D

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Everywhere you go these days, you find people talking about living in the Now. Any bookstore you visit, you'll find most of the bestsellers lined up on the same subject! Ekchart Tolle says in his "Power of Now" that most of our sufferings take place in our minds! We regret and repent over our past; we worry about our future; and in the process, we destroy our NOW too!

Past is History
Future is a Mystery
Present is the Victory

All the great peers from times immemorial have professed that "the Past is gone; the Future is yet to come; and only the Present is yours to experience it any way you like!" They say that the only part of your life you have got any control over... the only part of your life wherein you really do have any choice... is the Present. Even Shahrukh Khan tells his team in "Chak De"... before the world cup final in the movie... that those 70 minutes of the game are going to be such that nobody can ever take from them... no matter whether they lose or win... those 70 minutes of the game are going to be theirs forever! So they should just go out and play those 70 minutes like there was nothing else in the world after that!

Great advice, I agree. But isn't this a lot easier said than done? What does one do when the Past keeps rearing its ugly head (ok mine wasn't really ugly though... :p) every now and then to remind you of itself? And the Future is *packaged* in the form of a movie... the most horrid one at it!... and is replayed in front of you over and over again too! So, in this kinda situation, how does one keep himself in the Present?

I have not been in the very best of spirits last month... the "Pestering Past" is unable to stick to his decision of remaining in the Past... and came back to haunt me again! And the "Tribe" keeps repeating to me the same sad story of people who do not get married on time... and the funny thing is that their story never includes successful personalities like Sushmita Sen & Urmila Matondkar! (I especially mention 2 FEMALES 'coz otherwise I can just hear the "Tribe" say - "Oh! But these people are males! You can survive alone in this world if you are a man, but not if you are a woman!") I mean if you ARE gonna narrate a story... at least do it in an honest, unbiased way!

I have been so pissed off by this lately that ( won't believe this!)... I actually went ahead and proposed to a friend of mine who's going through a similar situation! I told him very bluntly - "Maybe you and I should get married to each other! That will shut these people up... both your folks & mine! And then we can both live our lives the way we want... you go your own way and I'll go mine! And we can remain friends!"

(Is there any way we can add the yahoo chat smileys in our blog posts? I wanna insert the "wiping-sweat-off-the-forehead" one in here!)

I won't go into the details of his reaction... he's been pulling my leg about this like crazy now! I wonder where DO these WHACKY ideas pop into my mind from! I AM INSANE! No! I AM AN ALIEN! But I'll find some way to deal with this... I know I will! I'm not a loser! GRRRRRR!

I am an Alien !!!

January 12th, 2006
Me: i dont hv a vision in my life
Me: no direction
Me: nothing
Me: is this my destiny
Me: just earn money
Me: n spend it
Me: earn more money
Me: n spend tht too
Me: keep on doing this till as long as im alive

September 7th, 2007
The above is an extract of a chat I had with someone last year. Today, more than 1.5 years later, I am glad to say that I have both, a vision as well as a direction in my life! Today, I know why I am here and what purpose I have to serve in the order of things.

I am a member of the A.F.A.E.A. - Alien Federation Aiding Earth's Ascension. In other words, I am an ALIEN! Ha ha! Ok ok. So I am just an Indigo Soul, like millions of others who are present on Earth at this time. And I created that phrase (A.F.A.E.A.) myself while creating my new orkut profile. :D Well, you know... it just sounded so much more high-funda and important and all that... than simply saying that I was an Indigo!

Anyways... so who are these Indigo people? Indigo Soul's are part of the next evolutionary step. As the Earth transitions from the Piscean Age to the Aquarian Age, we see more and more Indigos taking birth on Earth. They are here to assist the gradual transition of Earth into a new dimension. They are here to show people the new ways of living... the Aquarian ways of living.

Their job is not easy however. For they come in at a time when the old is the most rigid and reluctant to go. It is a time of cultural upheaval. And Indigo's have to face many challenges because they are "different". Our inner life is of the new era, but our personality, thoughts and feelings have been shaped by our parents, school and society, which are still very much in the rut of the old. Hence, being an Indigo soul in a Piscean personality creates an internal upheaval too.

We know that we are here to build something new, a new humanity and civilization. There is an inner calling and purpose we hear, that we are meant to make a difference in the world around us. But before we can do any of that, we first have to realize our own truth... we have to remember where we came from and why we are here... we have to break free from the bonds of the Piscean Personality first, which encases our new souls and prevents us from expressing ourselves.

One of the primary qualities that Indigo Souls carry is a heightened emotional and energetic sensitivity. We feel deeper and can sense the emotional currents and moods in ourself or in other people. We can sense the subtle energetic vibrations of a person or a location. (I always felt very "at peace" whenever I used to visit my school friend Namrata at her house. And we used to later discuss that the "energy level" of her house is very good!)

On the one hand where this quality allows us to be more fine-tuned in relating, on the other, however, it can create even more conflict within us! Most people are not aware of their moods themselves. They have no clue whether they are emotionally hurt or broken. And so they deny it when we pick up on the subtle vibrations and ask them about it. This leads to invalidation of our own perception skills. We convince ourself (with much help from family and society too!) that we have been imagining things! (That sure is what I have been doing for so many years!)

Often Indigos may take a long time to find their true calling in life. That is solely due to their own internal conflict. We spend a major chunk of our life just feeling dissatisfied with ourselves and restless and useless... because our soul directs us to break free of the bondages of our "tribe"... while our Piscean personalities, put into place by the tribe, don't let us do that! We are treated as and feel like "Born rebels"! Not many are able to understand us. We aren't able to understand the mundane either for that matter!

But once however we realize who we are and understand how we are different from the others and why we don't "fit-in"... it just needs "determination" and "deliberation", for "destination" is already ingrained in our soul! (Refer to the 3 Ds required for Apparition in Harry Potter series!)

We are here to be the light-bearers... hold higher and higher frequencies of energy within us. We are here to raise the collective consciousness of the planet... by working on transforming our own consciousness levels. We are here to transform humanity into a lighter and more life-supportive vibration... to change "lead" into "gold"! We bring with us new, healthier and more meaningful ways of living... of connecting to people with honesty and depth. And not just people... the whole of Creation infact... plants, animals, nature... the Earth herself!

And that is the reason for creating this blog too. I want to make the world a little better place to live in... help people be a little happier by how I interact with them and "connect" with them. I'm still in the process of completely unmasking my Indigo soul from the Piscean personality that holds it. And I'm gonna record my experiences here as I transform myself into what I truly am... so that others like me, who are still struggling with their frustrations... who still haven't discovered their purpose in life... may realize the truth if they chance to land upon my blog.

(But you know what, personally I still believe I am an Alien... and I believe my friend Saini knows that too... his testimonial for me on my last profile at orkut said "Nice Person, Wrong Planet"! He he! :D)

Giving Up...

Talked to my aunt today after a gap... realized her "depression" isn't just depression actually... it's something more serious! She has schizophrenia! DD thought it might be that!

The official definition of "schizophrenia", according to the WordWeb Dictionary on my computer, says that it is "Any of several psychotic disorders characterized by distortions of reality and disturbances of thought and language and withdrawal from social contact."

Her family is not able to figure out how to deal with her... they don't even know yet what it is in fact... and so they have given up on her. She lives alone. Has no kids. Obviously no work. No social life. No friends. Not a single soul on this planet to even talk to her!

Why do we do this? Why do we give up so easily on people? The moment a relationship starts going through turbulent waters, we give up... on the people we love... who, we know, love us too! Instead of helping navigate the boat to calmer areas, we tend to rock it even further! And eventually we just step out of it! We step out of the relationship... and we leave the people who love us, but who are just going through some rough phase in their life!

We don't give up so easily on our material possessions which need to be "fixed". We don't give up so easily on our habits which need "fixing"... smoking or drinking. We don't give up on our ambitions and dreams. So why just people? Why do we give up so easily on people?

Somebody once forwarded this text SMS to me... "Things are meant to be used and people are meant to be loved. The problem in the world today is that things are being loved and people are being used."

Well, the wise have said that love has great power... it can even move mountains. I don't know if MY love for my aunt is strong enough to "move mountains"! But I have complete faith in HER LOVE FOR ME! I know that, God willing, her love for me CAN motivate her to heal herself! So I'm gonna try and use that angle and see how it works out.

Please help, God.

Lizard Lips

That's the name of my new profile on orkut. Oh yeah... forgot to tell you guys... I deleted the old one last month because of some stupid reasons which I don't want to go into! :">

Anyways, here's the story behind the birth of "Lizard Lips"... not a very long one though!

The other day I was conferencing on yahoo with 2 of my very close friends... and we were talking about this and that and many more things... and we were throwing insults at one another... you know, the way only very close friends have the right to do! And then I decided to check into my MSN too for a moment... and found (to my utter dismay!) that my entire friend list was in duplicates and triplicates! Even the groups were in duplicates and all messy!

I haven't figured out why or how it happened, but I started deleting the multiple entries. And while I was doing that, I forgot that there was a chat going on too. And so those guys started calling me names like "Dead Meat", "Wet Mop", "Morbid Moron" and a "Bump on the Log" or something! Funny names! Well I seemed to take an instant liking to the name "Morbid Moron" when I returned! :D (My sister will tell anybody, who has the time to listen to her, that I am nuts and that I should have been given psychiatric treatment when I was a kid!)

Anyway, I repeated "Morbid Moron" to myself mentally... and then I spoke it out aloud... and I kinda liked the feel of my tongue rolling over those 2 words... "Morbid Moron"... and then I wondered what it would be like to come back on orkut with that name... and which pic I could put in my new profile there, to go along with my new name... and so on...

Then suddenly the conversation steered to Lizards... and I told "D" that "S" had slept with a lizard once by accident... and had woken up "enlightened" after that "experience"! [Wink! wink!] So we both got around to teasing "S" about that... and eventually he became "Lizard Lips" and "D" became the "Dancing Dog"!

And then "D"... being my twin soul that she is... got the same idea that flashed in my mind moments ago!... that we should adopt these new identities on orkut! But "S" refused to go public as "Lizard Lips"! We suggested all kinds of alternate names to him... "Lizard Licker", "Leaping Lizard", "Lizard Lipping Punk" (okay maybe the last one was a bit too much!)... but he refused to have anything to do with Lizards!

So finally, I relented... and offered to be "Lizard Lips" instead... so that he could go along with "Morbid Moron"! As it is, he definitely is a Moron... and the most Morbid one too at that!

Well, it was all settled then... and so yesterday I came back on orkut as "Lizard Lips"! I even found a cute little picture of a lizard to use on my profile! It's body is all curved... like a question mark without the dot below... which goes perfectly with my inquisitive nature and all those millions of questions I have about life and everything in it! And the little Lizzy is looking at something in front of her (probably an insect she's planning to have for dinner!) with full concentration... and is all poised and ready to attack! A perfect picture of sheer beauty and grace!

So there! As you can make out from this post... I'm a happy soul today! :D

"Morbid Moron", however, remains Morbid... and remains a Moron too! He DID NOT change his profile name on orkut! Even after the sacrifice I made for him! So I told him he should change it to "Spoil Sport" instead! Huhhhh! And today, during chat, he called me a "Geek"! Can you believe it? ME! A GEEK! Huhhhh! I told him "Thank you very much, but you can be the geek!" The "Growling Geek" in fact... 'coz he keeps sending me "Flippy-Growls" on yahoo!

But "Dancing Dog" is a sweetheart! She kept her word! By the way, I am gonna suggest to her to be the "Bewitching Bulldog" instead... 'coz she most certainly is Bewitching... being a German-American-Princess (as she never fails to inform anyone!)... and I'm sure that since she's been staying with her 3 bulldogs for so long now, she must have started looking and acting like one herself too! HA HA HA HA HA HA! What say D? ;-)


Sequel to this post here: "Lizard Lips" is now "Alien Invasion"!