Category Archives: contain me

11.42am 13th apri 2009

perfect little blissful day, filled with full power hecticness.

i think i lost a couple of kgs in my running arounds today.

the sun is beginning to get ready for bed…it’s full strength piercing rays is making me see little circles

the sky is changing into it’s pale lilac hue

i’m not very poetic

but i do love this time of day, 5.30pm. most people like sunset. i feel most peaceful at that pre moment, before it changes into orange.

one of the reasons for my contentment is that little mr. cat has found a lovely little home.

there are many people i need to thank, who fully participated in his recovery and in this most urgent home hunting expedition.

as you all have noticed, i don’t tend to use names, i guess i’m going to stick to that.

i give big hug and oodles of love to a sis-bro duo that took him in on his worst day, an artist comrade, who opened up her home to let little mr. cat heal. to her beautiful visitor, who loved, cared and nursed him back to health, without whome, i would have been helpless and probably would have had many breakdowns in this past week.

the one whose going to become his mama! you’ll always be special.

and then there’s my full salute to two wonderful women, who gave brilliant energy and offered all the help i may have needed in the days to come.

peace, love, happiness and full blown excitement to all you wonderful people.

xxx

01.02pm 11th may 2010

i had been trying to conceptualise a series of me, each me connected to the other me.

i obviously scribbled it on the wall.

when i’l end up doing it…i don’t know.

the time between each one…1month, a year, five…

i don’t know.

do i know anything?

i really don’t know.

11.33am 21st oct 2010

he’s a 6month young male…who needs a little love filled home.

and obviously there are many such young males…

but back to this little cat.

i found him 3days ago, unable to breath.

whatever his complications…which are on their way to vanishing…he is healthy and extremely affectionate.

he seems to have actually come from someones home. he’s litter trained, very comfortable in an indoor space and not afraid of people. he’s familiar with the human touch…and for some strange reason craves it. he keeps nudging for head scratches and is rather demanding.

i unfortunately get the feeling that he was deserted…

i did ask around the area if he belonged to someone and for how long he’s been lying there, in the middle of the pavement. i got the shrug from everyone around and strange looks that i must be mad to give a damn.

i’m going to restrain from going into a rampage. my views are not important at this moment.

so, basically you must have figured out – i’m on the lookout for a home for him.

i would keep him, but i’m inbetween homes for the next 2months, so have no home to give him right now.

please help…anyone…everyone.

much much love.

i will post more pictures of him as he grows healthier…he had been unable to swallow solid food for i don’t know how long before i found him. he most heartily began eating last night…a little at a time…and today a full breakfast!

04.00pm to 04.05pm 30th sept 2010

this is the stuff that goes into our home.

and it’s minus 2 giant suitcases, 2 big, 3 medium, 4 duffel bags, 3 average sized cartons and 4 beachbags filled with random paraphernalia. all of which is lying at my very open hearted parents home, who are basically thrilled with the entertainment we are providing. schumi the turtle is missing from the documentation as well.

a little info on schumi…husband got her 4 or 5 years ago. she was a ‘gift’. he assumed that she was a he. i still don’t understand why. one can’t make out their sex till they are a about 2yrs. that’s fact. but why assume, male? so, till about a year a go, schumi was a boy. can you imagine husband’s disappointment, when he blossomed into a girl.

jax the cat, as you can see, had a field day.

sorry for the deviation. back to the grumblings!

how did we manage to collect so much so much stuff??

the plastic wrapped stuff does also include furniture, out of which the bed, dinning table and 4 chairs are already in the new nest.

so many things! why do we do this? what happened to minimal living? why don’t we have the ability to get rid of things, why do we collect so much, why are we so attached to things that hold strong memories? what happened to our brilliant idea of having a garage sale…when did we shoot it down??? and why didnt we ‘spring’ clean before calling agarwal packers.

i’m going to weep profusely when unpacking. i predict it and it’s all husbands doing!

have to blame someone other than myself. i’m sure you understand?

09.43pm 10th sept 2010

packing home has begun. will probably continue the month through.

new space. new stories.

i’ve moved 3 homes in 2 years. it’s always exciting.

i don’t mind staying still for a while now.

09.25am 7th sept 2010

02.12pm 3rd sept 2010

jax has a deep fondness for containers, especially if it has my clothes inside. husband says, it’s coz i roamed around with him when he was a kitten wrapped in an old top of mine. my sister says i have an unhealthy obsession towards jax. well, maybe that’s true. i do tend to follow him around alot, documenting most of his moods, his games, getting excited at the smallest thing he does, staring at him while he sleeps…

this is our laundry basket. it’s made of rose wood. bought it from this old shop in oshiwara called ‘old is gold’. oshiwara has a long line of warehouses and shops that deal in restored old furniture. apparently, now, there are more copies than genuine old peices there. but it’s definately worth a visit, whether or not you need to pick up bits and peices.

jax takes turns in sleeping in the top level and the lower level. the top level contains machine washable clothes. the lower lever, handwashing. lots of laundry to do!

11.51am 1st sept 2010

10.58am 30th aug 2010

the best thing to do on a grey rainy day!

10.55am 30th oct 2009

jax loves containers. i think it has something to do with his childhood. i carried him in my sling bag, while i did chores around the house. he was so tiny and hyper. i was scared i’d step on him.