lateral thinking or how mohan became a romantic

Well...I was gonna answer Enjay's question in the last post directly... and then I realized... I just cannot afford to fit it all in a simple comment. So... here is a blog on that.

First off, I myself am not sure as to what brought about this change. I do have a few speculations.....

My sis is romantic to the deepest depths of her heart. Seeing her, I always knew that I had to balance it by being as unromantic as possible. Sooo... now that she's married ( she got married this March) ...I feel more able to express myself;)

On the other hand, this seems to just be something that has happened mostly in the last one year. Maybe it is because I see so many of my friends hitched. Or maybe it is because I just happen to meet so many great gals!!! But it just happens that I am hopelessly in love with em. As Abhishek Bachchan tells Saif Ali Khan in the movie "Hum-Tum", no matter how tough and strong guys may appear on the outside, when it comes to the heart, we are always weaker than women. Or so it seems.
Now, I know that my affections are totally unreasonable. And I know that all this is a by product of having too much time on my hands. So...I simbly try to wait it out. I believe that if I wait long enough, the feelings will just pass. That I will become more realistic. But... there needs to be some outlet right? And thats where my blog comes in. And thats why I appear so romantic on my blog (at times). Coz... this is where it all ends up.

And my Chicago trip was really nice. I met up with a bunch of my younger cousins ranging from 3years to 10 years old. And their parents. Hehehe. Had fun calling them Uncles and Aunties when they are all only in their mid thirties. Hehehehe. The best part was my 3 year old cousin. He would ask me to come upstairs with him. Then make me sit down...on the carpet.. and then lie down. All so he could tickle me!!! hehehe. As Lisa keeps saying.. Kids are soo much fun!!!
Another cousin / neice (she is both to me .. as I am related to both her parents) demonstrated her abilities in climbing trees, something I was very proud of doing as a kid. Memories of the faithful guava tree in our front yard came flooding back. Those were the days.. when I would climb up on the tree (not for the guavas as the street urchins would pluck them before they ever got a chance to become partially ripe)... simply to hang out. I would use it as a swing.. as monkey bars.. as a hammock. It was a special tree!!!

Blogs have this amazing healing ability. To me, my blog is my diary. It patiently listens to whatever I want to say without ever passing judgement on me. Thank You.
And thank you dear S, for getting me started on blogging.