Do You Need A Burglar To Clean Your Home?

Ah….a burglar chose the wrong option to mess with the McKinnon family in Montgomery…yeah actually!

I was just reading this article: 'Couple make burglar clean their home at gun point'! LOL! I thought of sharing this wonderful news with you all, if you're ever in need of a janitor!!

When Adrian and Tiffany returned home after a week long vacation, they shattered down to see that their house was void of their essentials and the place was littered around with hoards of trash! A thief had burgled their home!

Their Centennial Hill home on Tuesday was emptied of almost everything the family of five owned. Adrian left the teary wife to her sister while he inspected their other belongings. But another shock awaited him as he entered his bedroom! As he walked in….a man in black stumbled upon him!

Yes it’s true….although it sounds crazy, Adrian caught the “dirty” thief red-handed. The silly thief also had the owner’s cap hanging on his head idiotically! The couple held the criminal, a 33-year old Tajuan Bullock at gunpoint and decided what to do.

Eventually, they decided to make him clean (yeah…you heard it correct) the house before the police arrived. Adrian ordered him about to clear up the things back into the cupboard and settle their belonging into the cabinets which had all been littered dirtily on the floor!

When the police arrived, we hear that the thief was impudent enough to complain to the policeman and accused the couple of unworthy behavior of making him clean the house…(Yeah…as if he was a sweeper and not a thief, eh? He…he…). But fortunately the inspector only laughed and told him that he could have encountered dire circumstances of getting killed or shot as the owner had a gun!

So…what I said absolutely true! And it was fantastic too….Tajuan could happily become a sweeper after he is released and after all, he is experienced too now!

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School, Studies, Nightmares!

Geography tells me America is here

While Biology troubles making human bodies clear

History tells me about what all has been done

Maths keeps on reminding, "There is no time for fun!"

Chemistry teaches me about atoms and compounds

While Physics reads out how the robots came around

English disturbs me with Shakespeare and Grammar

Environmental Education tells me not to stammer

And then they trouble me in my nightmares

As I dread failing in the tests, for all one cares

Now I know I'll die with a book in my grave

Inscribed on my tombstone would be, "Kids have to be really brave!"

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The Miraculous Escape!

"No...how could it happen? I have not even passed college yet!" Erma cried, trying hard to hold back those stinging tears.


"Control yourself dear. Everything will be fine soon", her Aunt consoled, "However, she still lives in your heart and mind and will be laying her holy hands above you from up there", she said, pointing towards the ever vast, shimmering blue sky.


Erma rushed into her room with all the strength she had and slammed the door shut before flailing into bed. Her mom had blood cancer and had been in the hospital lately. She had been going regularly to visit her for hours, with books to read to her and flowers with everlasting fragrance which still faded into her memory.


She had visited her just yesterday and those blue mesmerizing eyes still lingered behind in her memory. Those enchanting eyes had watched her first step, her young toothy grin, her teenage tantrums...but now..now they left behind those indelible memories.


Erma sobbed inconsolably....she watched those tears dampening her hands and remembered how her mom used to wipe them with her loving touch, how she used to remind her these were precious gems not to be wasted on someone not worthy enough....but today she knew she let them go for the most noble and suitable of all.


Watching their lively and enthusiastic friend driven deep into a curtain of aloofness and sorrow, in a serene ambience and with ever so read eyes, her friends decided to help her out. They planned for a picnic which they hoped would return that lovely smile. After a lot of persuasion and the fervor shown by her dad, Erma finally agreed.


That weekend the small group of friends left by her car with Dave at the driver's seat. The car buzzed with eager, juvenile voices singing picnic songs and was occasionally bathed with the glimmer of Erma's smiles.


Everyone was enjoying thyself when the car skidded towards the left. Dave pressed hard at the brake pedal but the car was out of bounds. Under the blazing Sun shining inequitably, the car took a plunging dive into the shimmering blue waters of the river.


The river was on the verge of becoming the abode of the lifeless car and it's dead occupants when suddenly, Erma stirred.... she looked around and feverishly tried for the door. Miraculously, it opened. Erma jumped into the deep waters, swimming with the last ounce of energy which was left in her.


When Erma opened her eyes, a few days later, she found herself lying on her cozy bed.


Seeing her stir, her father cried, "Oh dear! I'm glad you opened your eyes at last!", but with sudden sorrow in his voice he said, I'm sorry princess but all your friends died in the accident. You are the only one who was saved alive by the local cruisers. Oh dear! I just cannot thanks my lucky stars!"


But Erma knew it was not the lucky stars to thank but her mom. She knew what her aunt had said was correct....her holy hand always blessed her and was there for her...she just needed courage to grab them and stare deep into her mesmerizing blue eyes.

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The Birthday Bash!

I had just heaved my bag upon my chair when I heard someone calling out to me. I wiped the sweat and turned back to look at a volley of familiar smiling faces all indulged in the daily morning chatter.

Then with a sudden excitement and liveliness in my steps, I ran to Sanjana (a really good friend) who was waving frantically towards me.

“Hey Meghzz", she said, “So how you celebrating Nandita’s Birthday?”. Nandita is a cousin sister of mine who is studying here and lives at a hostel as her university is far from my home. She is an utterly fabulous gal with a great sense of humor and a fascinating behavior.

“Huh”, I said, “Oh no! when was it?” I asked with sudden panic and fury at myself. Sanjana sneered at me and said, “So you forgot again, eh? Great! But this time I am not telling you when it was. Try to rattle your brain and remember it yourself. For your information, today is 30th December….” she said it all in one breath and left me desolate with my thoughts.

Today I write about something that happened with me few months before the holidays. Okay, so how many of you there reading my blog have a major problem of forgetting birthdays? My sincere sympathies to all. Well, I do have that really bad problem.

Birthdays are the most troubling things to remember. The cupboards in my brain are so full of English, Math, Science, friends, family, games, blogging…..that there is precisely no space left! So today I write about an incident which occurred due to this forgetfulness.

“Okay, you can do it. Yes, you know it. Yeah…the date’s 29th and then it has got to be January then.” as much as I recalled I became more certain and assured of my assumed day. So I frantically started on the celebrations.

Grinning from ear to ear, the next day I told Sanjana that I had remembered and even started saving on my pocket money! She looked at me with absolute disbelief and moved away, not believing a word of what I had said.

Finally as the D-Day arrived, I was all prepared. I had enough money saved to buy an exuberant bag as a gift. It was gold in color with shimmer increasing it’s exotic beauty. It had an ornate look which captivated the onlooker.

Armed with the gift and candles and a cake in hand, I headed towards her hostel room. I creaked her door open slightly and saw her studying without looking back. I fumbled for the switches and turned the light off. As she turned towards the door, I lit a candle and shouted or to be appropriate screamed hysterically, “Happy Birthday!"

I then ran towards her, thrusting the gift in her hand and giving her a bear hug. When I finally let go, she said, "Huh, don't you think it's too late? It's almost a month now! It was on December 29th you know and Sanjana phoned me to wish on your behalf as you were busy studying for the tests", she exclaimed with a raised eyebrow.

After a minute of pondering over my huge silly mistake, I burst into uncontrollable peals of laughter as I explained the situation to Nandita. Then we both had a really late birthday cake with each of us laughing our heads off!

Hello to all! I told you I would be back soon and so I am. I had a gala time and now I am getting busy with the loads of holiday homework. Thanks for all your wishes and I am trying hard to read all your updates there!

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What Happened To Me?

Hello friends! I'm sure you all must be wondering what's up with me…yeah, I know I've been a bit inactive in blogging these days. I am expressing my sincere regret to all friends and readers who are missing me and I am certainly missing reading your wonderful blogs these days.

Actually, my summer vacations have begun. For all those who do not remember what these are (certainly it must have been a long time back for some of you…\chuckling/), these are long hours under the blazing Sun with hands sticky and messy with mango juice and pulp. These are times to spend with friends and family as if for eternity! (Actually the vacations are only 2 months long!) Times to enjoy our days without scolding from our teachers (but there are parents of course!). Times for candies and chocolates and sea-side picnics. To cut the long story short, these are times of fun, frolic, merriment and enjoyment in every kid's life!

But most important is going on a holiday or tour. That's exactly what I'm doing in these vacations. I'm traveling! I'm on a visit to my nation's capital, New Delhi, the capital of India. This is my second visit here.

The majestic aura and opulence of the city is certainly captivating. Many of my relatives reside here, so I'm having a tough time visiting every one and racking my brains to remember those alien Aunts and Uncles. Actually, I'm squirming hard to free myself from those suffocating embraces and cheek pulling.

I've also been doing a lot of sight seeing lately in Delhi. I've visited the wonderful Akshardham Temple which is certainly a treat to the eyes. The three shows organized there are one-of-it's-kind and certainly stimulating. The "Musical Fountain" was a great experience too. Then my picnic to the India Gate was memorable…all my cousins accompanied me and we had a whale of a time! Then those crazy shopping sprees which stand hard on Dad's purse..he..he..I've yet got to visit many more places so I'll tell you the rest later.

So you understand, I'm typing this from a cyber café and it better be fast! That owner certainly looks scary..Oh Lord! But I promise to be back soon…probably by June 14^th and then…I'll be back with a bang…catching up on all that I've missed…Until then..bear with this sceptic, hasty GOODBYE!!

Is Writing A Passion Or Is It An Obsession?

I will be talking about something different today. About writing.... about blogging....

To start with, here is a quick question to all my readers and bloggers. Are you really passionate about your writing? Or are you even obsessed with blogging?

Blogging is all about having fun
Lying down too you can have it done
Oh! It's very amusing
Glad that you all are joining
Guys if you don't do it
I can't help you a bit
Now that this poem is ending
Got to tell you it forms blogging!

As I could not think of something else today, I wrote this 'acrostic poem' with the word BLOGGING today. Hope you liked it. If you don't know what an acrostic poetry is, please read more about it here.

Now, back to my question to you! Do you get some thrill out of your writing or will it incite some sparks inside you when you come up with something new to tell the world? I was reading this article recently: Finding Pssion in Your Blog, where the author says:

* You think about blogging on the subject constantly, at work, at play, in the night.
* The subject is usually first in your head when you wake up in the morning.
* You keep coming back to the subject matter on your blog.
* It's the largest collection of posts in your post categories.
* You find yourself smiling when you hit the Publish button.
* You can't stop talking about it.

Further, in this post about Passion is the key ingredient to successful blogging, the writer rightly says:

When you write about what you are passionate about, readers will feel it too, and the entire process of writing will be more enjoyable as well.

According to me, I am writing what I write because:

I love what I write
I write what I'm about
I know about what I write
I enjoy my writing
I know it's fun to write about it
I take pride in what I write
I have to write what I write
I want to tell the world about it

I strongly believe that my blogging and writing activities have exposed me to some brilliant individuals (who I really respect and enjoy interacting) and have helped me to stretch my imagination and creativity.

Now what do you think about yourself? Do you think that your writing is a compulsive passion or is it a nagging obsession? I would love to know!!