Here is my answers to questions on Cee’s Share Your World this week
Are you a practical jokester?
Certainly not. I hate to do anything that makes another person uncomfortable in any way. I don’t like being tricked either. I, on the other hand, love humour, the sense of humour I dig most is the wry self-depreciating type, ala Wodehouse/Erma Bombeck. I don’t relate to Indian humour one bit, because I feel Indian humour is largely built on teasing. Brit humour gets me every single time. American, sometimes, yeah, sometimes not so much.
This is a bit of a dirty linen – I don’t like teasing. I don’t like being teased. Call me stuffy, sensitive or un-fun, I simply hate the concept of teasing/ribbing/ragging whatever you call it. My marital family, on the other hand, is big time into teasing. There is no neutral conversation between any two people, any interaction always involves pulling the other’s leg. When I was a newly wed, I was miserable about it. Then I let the better-half know of my discomfort with teasing, and he stopped teasing me and around me. Fifteen years since, I still hate to go to gatherings at one branch of the marital family because that branch is the royalty of teasing.
I like to surprise people though. Especially my kid. I like doing little nice things for her unexpectedly, and the look of joy on her face is priceless. That does not count as practical joking, I am sure.
Who cuts your hair? You, a friend, or professional.
Like I have hair to cut. You can count the strands on the egg with a few fingers. The rare time that the hair grows a fraction of an inch longer and tapers into an ugly rat’s tail, I get it trimmed at the local parlor. I am not particular about which parlor – how complicated can snipping off quarter inch of seven hair strands be?
Did you have a stuffed animal when you were a kid, if so what kind?
Never. I have never even wanted one. When I was really young, I vaguely remember being scared of stuffed animals. Now, stuffed animals scream “dust” to me – the place in which I live is very hot and dusty most of the time, and the idea of all the dust in the fur of the toy puts me off it.
I remember answering a similar question earlier. Yes, there was. I reproduce it here:
Is there a stuffed animal in your bedroom?
My teenage daughter had a large sack full of stuffed animals (at least 30 of them) in her room until a month ago. We live in a wooded area, and on the ground floor, which makes us targets of various creepy crawlies. Last month, the kid saw a vicious looking centipede in her room before she ran out screaming like a banshee, and no amount of searching for it was yielding result. I figured the creature had to be inside the bag with the stuffed toys and I unceremoniously chucked the bag out, toys and all. As I heaved the bag, what do you know, the centipede fell out of it. I sent it to centipede heaven with my slipper, and threw out the bag of toys because I didn’t want clutter in her room for critters to hide.
The kid was given a stuffed toy for her birthday last month, by her friend, and I have told her that this one toy is all she can have on her bed. The moment I see it on the floor, it goes into the dustbin. She eyes me with fear and hugs on to the toy every time I enter her room.
What did you appreciate or what made you smile this past week? Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination.
I am not quite sure about the smile, because when deadline times overlap with PMS, there is no room for rapture.
I am not sure if you can call this inspirational, but my client is one heck of a chap. He and I have been working together (in the immediate past) since end of November on various grueling deadlines, and while I am physically exhausted and just a tad bit brain fried, he is like that battery bunny, with nary a sign of humanness. Yes, he loves the job, but so do I, and yet, my flesh is weaker than his; and he is 61 years old – how? just how? Sometimes I wonder if he is a robot with an unending supply of energy.
There are also a few things I am a little on the tenterhooks about.
We booked a new car because our old one was more than a decade old, and was beginning to lose steam. Compromising between my need for a simple, small functional vehicle to drive from point A to point B, and my family’s need for a large, fancy gas guzzler, we settled for, what is termed, an “urban SUV”, of local make, with the maximum fuel efficiency possible for that genre of vehicles. I like the vehicle on an objective scale – it is pretty, fuel efficient, and local made (not international brand), but there is discomfort at having fallen prey to the rampant consumerism that I abhor – yes, call me a hypocrite, you are justified. Still, no point regretting compromises. The car arrives sometime this week, and I am still not sure how I feel about it.
Another possible change – we moved into the present apartment ten years ago. I love the apartment, but could do with a change. We have applied for a larger apartment, we may not get it if some one more eligible than us applies, but if we do, we’ll probably move. It is within the same wooded area, but further in, and is in two levels, with ample yard space for a garden, lovely trees around and insulated from the neighboring houses by a lot of buffer space. We may not get it, and I may not be disappointed too much because I have nothing against where we live now, but it will be nice if we got it. Keeping fingers crossed.
Wow, that turned out to be a long post, didn’t it?