C'mon face it - we have all been asked this by our significant other at one time or the other. Usually the asker is a female version whilst the askee is from Mars. Are you sure? As if I am daft? Not sure? Surely you jest dear? No. Its more a wake up call to the brain that is assumed to be in stupor to awaken and make sure. Is the garage door closed? Did you turn off the flame under the cooker? Did you actually drop the child in school? Are you sure? Whence the male proceeds to answer with gay abandon (I need to separately investigate the other types of abandons) that of course he is. Sure that is. Whatever makes you question everything dear? To me many times it appears that the question is more rhetorical in context than an actual questioning of the veracity of my action or intent. If I am not sure am I going to say so? Never. Then why ask? Moreover why not go forth and check on the action that is supposed to have been taken by the askee in the first place. Th...
Among human crayons I am Brown. Also, my thoughts bounce around and resemble the idea of Brownian motion. This blog is an interface for the reader into this unique jello I call my mind. A mind so fertile anything grows. An agnostic yet curious mind. A mind attempting the Horatian or Kabirism maxim of Carpe Diem or Aaj kareso aab. Rated W I L D for wilfully irritating to large demographic is sometimes the latter - graphic in its descriptions. Caveat Lector!