Adventures of Alice & The Cat with Nine Lives

Chapter I: Passing gas can be painful!

So it all started
when Alice's cat farted
that smells nasty!, said Alice out aloud
but the cat simply licked her paws and was proud
ahhhh, thought the cat, there aint no bigger pleasure than mice!
But Alice, being Alice, wanted the cat to pay the price

So she jumped down the rabbit hole along with the cat
but hurt herself pretty bad as the landing was w/o a mat
the cat survived & also managed to avoid the beehives
coz we all know any cat has nine lives

the cat was counting 2 lives down 7 to go
Alice was learning, you reap as you sow
But knowing Alice, as we all do really well
she couldnt stop herself from catting the bell

Hell!, thought Alice, i think its belling the cat!
I must be going crazy just like a rat!
or is it a bat?
confused, she held her head and sat

Chapter II: "Are you kidding me!!"

to be continued...

Reality Check: STOP PAYMENT

What is it that keeps reality from eluding, especially when you need it the most? Is it that we don’t want to take stock anymore? Particularly when taking stock translates to losing that certain something which we think is something special? Or is it that someone has just stopped payments on our reality checks?

If i were to take stock of my thoughts vs. “reality”, I would say (rather astutely) “Thoughts, even if not requited, are harmless if they give you pleasure for a little while”. But, when thoughts do begin to matter, unrequited suddenly turns into an obsession. And, reality becomes a toothache – constantly reminding you of the drilling pain to come if not dealt with head-on.

The Beginning

Someone once told me: Every new year's eve you shed your old skin and don a new one.

And, this is what i am going for this year. A new skin. This year I've decided to have a skin that speaks.

The story, if you will, goes that after years of trying to write, searching for perfect words wrapped around perfect stories and having got no "perfect" listeners, i had a moment of epiphany. The moment, which i shall call a little voice in my head, pretty much asked me get off my lazy ass and start blogging. OK, so it actually didn't ask me to start blogging, but it did say that 'if you really wanna say something, you'll always find listeners'.

Enter 2007, and here i am, new skin and all, poised to...well, blog!