M.P. Sharma's Blog, page 11

Life’s too short to complain about.Finnnneee, it’s sunny...

Life’s too short to complain about.

Finnnneee, it’s sunny and bright so I forgive you Monday, for all that you are and with all your warts and bumps. Oh, and pimples. :P

Have a wonderfully Manic Monday everyone!!!

And the agonising Auto-Correct saga continues …

Is anyone out there, really, on good terms with Auto-Correct? Seriously? If you are, please pass your secret along.

Painfully torturous and miserable in everything that makes it up, if I could, I’d pay an assassin to kill the dude that thought up the “bright idea” before he decided to share his “wonderful” invention with the rest of us.

The amount of times I have had to explain my gender confusion, my apparent love for the most bigoted racist imaginable and my inability to string coherent sentences together is baffling to most, if not all of my unfortunate message recipients.

The other day I had to explain why I was inappropriately enticing a customer for his testicles when I meant to say testimonial. -_-

In one word, awkwaaarrrrddd :D :D :D

What’s your miracle?

I find that we humans tend to complain. A lot.

For the most part of it though, when I really, truly think about it, it dawns on me that we live in a beautiful world. No jokes.

I have to admit that I can sometimes be blamed for searching for my miracles far and wide when often they are right there, staring me in the face, waiting patiently to be glimpsed at.

I was reminded of this wonderful fact on Monday when my sister and I were semi-severely tested. We were besides ourselves wondering what was going to happen, how the World as we knew it was going to change forever, without no forewarning (you know, the usual stuff).

One moment with our parents though evaded the impending disaster in ooh, about five minutes. I honestly do have the best parents ever (as I think every child does for themselves) and I often realise – one look into my mama or baba’s eyes and there it is, glaring right back at me. My�� Miracle.

Here’s hoping that each and every one of you have your miracles close by today!

So I was up at 5am, which is never a pretty picture for m...

So I was up at 5am, which is never a pretty picture for me.

Lets just say, even makeup doesn’t make this face look any better or brighter�� … but whatever.

Anyway, you know those days that could just not be anymore perfect? Well, I had one of those days today.

Met a client at Bondi Beach, next to the surf and sand. Even a Monday looked shiny today. Just goes to show that the Early Bird really does get the best worm, but I’m a vegetarian and sometimes the good stuff is in the novelty, so my Indian genes have won out and I am still going to be trying my hardest to wake up after the Sun comes up, I mean it’s only fair. That is until Thursday morning when I am waking up at 3:30am. Seriously -_-

Naturally, ALL of you need to know my sleep habits, I’m positive your day’s complete now that you know my nocturnal (or lack of it) schedule. Well, they do say sharing is caring! :P

My First Guest Post! Yaaaaaayyyyy!!!

Thanks to the wonderfully amazing blogger John Guillen, I finally got the chance to write my first guest post (fine – I paid him, but who cares about the semantics?) .

You can find it here, basically it’s all about slitting wrists, woefully overdramatic behaviour, ridiculous notions of fame and fortune, you know, the general, pivotally relevant stuff I am all about.

I hope you give it a try! :)

Me too!

I’m not one to usually explode my lungs shouting out about my heritage from the rooftops because I believe pride in ones origin is one that normally includes quiet contemplation. Otherwise you just sound like a borderline bigoted racist, but that’s just my opinion!

However, every so often you come across something like this and it just makes me feel shivery and tingly all over, but most of all it makes me feel grateful. I don’t believe you have to be Indian to “feel” this video because though the nuances may be extremely Indian, I think the emotions are universal for anyone who thinks about home.

Because it has recently been alleged by some here (no nam...

Because it has recently been alleged by some here (no names being mentioned … cough, cough, Raman :P ) that I am slightly over zealous when it comes to the weekend, I am just going to politely, in passing of course, note how I am potentially pleased with the idea of the weekend commencing tomorrow.

Now if you’ll excuse me while I proceed to go yell it out to everyone on my street just in case someone has forgotten about it ;)

Don’t Judge a Mango by its Cover …

Apparently books aren’t the only inanimate (or animate) objects you shouldn’t be judging by their skins.

Don’t believe me? Think I’m being melodramatic? Okay, so I wouldn’t (more like couldn’t) normally argue with you on that point as severely as I should – I just wish I had taken a photograph of this enticingly flirtatious mango so you could all get it.

I have never seen a more beautiful Mango in my life, an orange shade that would put a sunset on the most picturesque beach to shame, dripping with bursts of mouth-watering juicy pulp that would no doubt be the envy of every single of Willy Wonker’s syrup infused lollies and a skin as soft, if not more delectable (or podgy)��as a (diet required) baby’s bottom.

Feel like some mango right about now? Yeah, well just don’t. Stay away from that sinful Megan Fox Mango version coz she’s just gonna break your heart. Believe me. I do not lie. Well I do sometimes, but that’s another story.

For us Indians (even apparently demonizing-ly diluted immigrant ones like myself), mangos are sometimes the ONLY fruit we will ingest as a dessert��and that is because it’s sweet enough to kill any lingering remnants of potential health.

Yeah well, not this one. It was crap. Sometimes you don’t need any eloquent words to explain your experience. This mango suxed. Full stop.��I hope you can fully comprehend the dire situation because I even resorted to spelling out the word “full stop”.

Beauty��is definitely skin deep guys, I just didn’t realise I would have to find out this way. Woe is me :(

Oh cheer up. It’s Hump Day, we’re nearly there :)

The best Monday’s are when you can’t figure out how you’r...

The best Monday’s are when you can’t figure out how you’re already at Tuesday ‘coz you’ve been so busy :)

Hope you have/had one of those Mondays!

Friday Checklist!!!

1 – Refuse to open my eyes until at least after 12 hours of sleep – check

2 – Ample amount of Junk Food to stuff my face with – check

3 – Hazardous Repellent Spray for any “healthy” foods like fruit and vegetables – check

4 – Slippers for frolicking in the sand – check

5 – Sunscreen for getting MORE of a tan at Bondi Beach – check

6 – Hairbrush to rip out the knots as a result of sea slash windswept hair – check

6 – Leaving my brain at home the entire weekend. Following the analysis of my lack of counting skills at numbering this checklist -Yeah baby, yeah! CHECK!!!

Have a spectacular weekend my peeps :)