Take Notice

So, when you are in the verge of feeling frustrated, angry, gloomy, cranky, just stop to think.

Is it even worth it? Is it worth that much of your energy? Take it easy!!

I mean, come on now, whatever happens, life has to go on. So do you really really wanna spend the next few days or hours in those good-for-nothing feelings. Give your best shot at everything and sit back, relax and watch what happens. It goes well? There you go! You feel good :) It doesn't? Laugh at it as though it was the funniest play you ever went to. Its just a matter of conversion. Convert your good-for-nothing feelings into those that you can laugh at. Take everything in a light sense. Never let anything rule you. Never let the feelings get the better of you.

Trust in me when I tell you, its a Boggart. Its a sadist taking pleasure in what you don't want to be feeling. And you remember the remedy right? Laugh at it. Its ridikulus!

You still aren't able to arrive at that temperament?

Well do something out of the way...

Like...

Dress up in a way you normally wouldn't approve of

Put up a dumb post in your blog when its least expected of you (like my last one)

Laugh like hell at the stupidest joke you can come up with

SMS the first thing which comes to your mind, without stopping for a 0th review, 1st review...

Behave as if you haven't a care in the world and that you are waiting for THE ULTIMATE thing that can happen in your life. This is the thing you are allowed to show your feelings for, THAT is what really matters. However, you'll never know that you can never identify what that thing is! It is a search where your quest never ends.

Which is good, nonetheless..

Take it easy,

Anne (pronounced Ann, spelled with an e)

I don wannabe..... A Murderer!!

Well the title says it all..

I killed a grasshopper... Now, don't laugh. It was a giant grasshopper... Flying all over and scaring the guts out of us. Well, it liked my cot best though and happily settled there. Even after a lot of shooing n stuff it did not budge. Well it wanted to sleep there and so did I. So, I n my roomie wanted to kill it. I handed her the weapon of murder - 'A broomstick'. After watching her do a sorry job out of it, in a fury I snatched the weapon (aka broomstick) and hit it, hit it, hit it!!!

You know what happened? All the dust the broom has ever helped clean is now in my bed and the grasshopper very much alive. Grrrrrr.... Well all the humbug drove away my wanting to sleep, and frustrated by that, I brought the broom with a full blow on the grasshopper. Well.... Um.... It lost a leg, and a wing... And there it was lying lopsided on my cot (which looked nothing more than a typical dustbin right now).

It was lil uneasy you know. It did nothing except settling on my cot and dying for that is a big price. But then, it was very old I suppose. Grasshoppers are supposed to be green rite? This one was brown. So then my theory takes form. Killing somebody is wrong. But killing somebody who'd anyway die sometime soon might be forgivable. I know its stupid!!!

So the tough part, getting rid of the dead body. Folded the bedspread along with the grasshopper and it wriggled. Good heavens, it wasn't dead but horribly crippled. Which is much much much worse. N, my roomies who did a fantastic job previously of screaming whenever it chose to fly now look at it like a lil baby. And there it dawned - 'I'm a murderer and a dirty one at that'

I could have opted for mercy killing. But then enough and more sins for the day. I'l never figure out why I chose this to be blog material.

It's so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn't it?

Anne (pronounced Anne, spelled with an e).