Wednesday, September 10, 2008


In between crocin, thunderous outpourings of threatening rain, dirty muddy feet, concerned telephone calls,endless cups of ada cha, familial worries and steamy chicken soup, I realised that no matter how hard I try and wrestle with these silly frogs in my throat, they will always emerge victorious and I will be the vanguished. The croaking sounds are amusing and can provoke me to break into laughter. Only, the throat hurts too much. To look on the brighter side of things, I have a "grainy voice" now (a la Farhan Akhtar). Only I can't play a guitar and don't have such cool hair :(

In other news, I have two Followers. Rise, Sir Sandy and Sir Saptarshi. You have been knighted!


Sand.Man said...

Yes. But you must try and get The Luggage to join our ranks. Then you'll have a "half suitcase, half homicidal maniac" on hundreds of little legs who'll take care of the dirty work. We could take over the world. Think about it. :)

saptarshi said...

That's remarkable indeed. I got mild fever running too and a soar throat. Wrong time to follow you Miss :(

cyber monkey said...

the frogs always win :(

Fishy! said...

I know what you feel like.
My throat is torturing me too.
*same pinch*

Death On Two Legs said...

I have no frogs but very rough, scaly snakes.

I too have a grainy voice now. It's gone worse after having ice-cream.

It's all because of my mum. She's been advised not to have salt till sundown on sundays so she buys two kinds of ice-cream EVERY sunday. and that's what she has for lunch. naturally I have ice-cream on sundays too, but she doesn't let me skip lunch!!!!!