Memory Stash

Pune International Film Festival was a refreshing experience. The national film institute is situated in Pune, the city is the alma mater to many great actors in the Indian film industry. The movies are great every year : a variety of Spanish, German, French, Arabic, Israeli and others. I went to the cinema hall alone and really enjoyed it. I sat on the stairs in the hall since the room was packed full. There was one film from Azerbaijan and that made me realize the diversity of the world that we live. Large groups of people I have very little knowledge about, either because of a lack of it or because of my ignorance. Here I was busy being proud of myself for going to the movies alone, and there on the screen was a single mother aged thirteen. I cannot pretend that I think that clearly every day, and that I am always so attentive to details of everything that happens around me and in the world that we live in. However, that day it was made clear to me how much there is that I should ...

A tiny snowball,  A steep slope of snow, Gathering momentum A cartoon show.  And it's me running,  Chased by this globe of ice.  My entire world crashing down on me.  It's funny to hear my screams and cries.  The snowball hits me hard.  It rolls me faster and faster.  My arms flailing all around,  Myself I seem to have lost her.  As I crash into a tree,  Laughter rings out.  My troubles got the better of me.  I'm buried deep, legs sticking out.  But up again I bounce,  The wiggles call my bluff.  No matter how I made it through,  At least it was a laugh!

Bubble bubble toil and trouble. Fire burn and cauldron bubble. Eyes of a deer. Lips of a duck. Neck of a swan. Legs of a buck. Hands as soft as silk. Bathed in donkey milk. Megan's chest, and Kim's waist. Bold as a baboon, but with French grace. Not too short, nor too tall. Walk in heels, don't slip and fall. Show some skin, not too fat nor thin. Physical beauty isn't everything. Professor wants the perfect little girl. Dash of poise, the broth is swirled. Sugar and spice, and everything nice. "Accidentally" knock in some chemical XXX. Boil the potion, throw in a hex. Caters to your need, does not show greed. Charms all men, but never befriends. Treats you like a king, also dominates in bed. A slutty angel, enough has been said. Set the cauldron to simmer. Sprinkle some cash to be the winner. The ideal woman that eludes us all. Now available in an outlet at the nearest mall.

Goa I have been wanting to see the Carnaval forever and I finally did! I have done everything a visitor can do while they are in Goa. From cruises to churches, from fish to Feni, from babinka to beaches. I have been camping in Goa on a class trip, spent my sweet sixteen with my two besties, had the college trips and much more. My impressions and memories from Goa are great in number, but I have tried to stick to the interesting ones. The Panjim Church is iconic, but Dona Paula is more serene and I prefer going there rather than visiting the busy market near the church. Seeing the interior of the Panjim church first time ever was an experience. It was ornate. But the sunsets at Dona Paula were romantic and somehow better.  We have strolled in the Portuguese colony. It is quite quaint and beautiful. Got told off by a mad lady. Got some pretty good clicks. Invented the traffic mirror selfie.  Sitting near the Municipal Building of Goa. Shade of the trees  and couples hanging...

At the office Christmas party, the RM praised me for "topperness" and said she specifically wanted me for her department.