Introducing Mr. Bastardo & Rhinisitus

It was one of those nondescript days at work.. well atleast for the most part. I did sorta shout back at my boss- lets call him Mr.Bastardo. Mr. Bastardo kinda got onto my case , or tried to get onto my case, regarding something that I had nothing to do with. So i gave it back to him..in front of a couple of other guys. Hmmm nice :)

I have this allergy btw, I think its called Rhinisitus (tho i hvnt conferred with any doc especially on this). The allergy ensures that once I start sneezing, I just cant stop for the next hour or so.aachhoo acchoo achoo some gazillion times over, over and over and over and over. Till I am ready to pass out almost. And the best part is that its a bodily need to sneeze cos if I dont my nose feels all wierd and tickly. So if there is a ten second gap between 2 sneezes.. I have to force myself to sneeze. Go fucking figure.

I have seen HIM

I have seen God, I believe stoutly, because I have seen the face of my son. I truly consider it a wonder to have him in this world and to borrow rather heavily from Sting, every breath he takes, every move he makes, every smile , every tear, every nuance of his I love watching cos...well...cos im besotted and absolutely fascinated by him.
Love you my darling

As random as random can be

The birth of a baby is a beautiful thing. Its also interesting in the way it changes your pivots. If you are the baby's mother, its a big enuf change. If you are a working woman with a high pressure, high profile job its ... a bigger change. And if you are a mother, with a high profile demanding career thats flying and..your husband works in another city its a LOT of things other than just merely interesting. Being able to vent emotions without being judged, is very important. The place I am living in currently, I dont really have any friends..anymore. And I need to get this shit out. And thats the reason I hv taken to blogging. This is my first. Not too long back, I remember vociferiously & categorically stating that people who take to the "net" for reasons other than checking mails are possibly emotionally stunted as they are living in a fictitious, bizzare, God-alone-knows-what kind of a world. I take my words back. I since then have change and am one of Gen X-ers who has migrated into being an iGen-er.