Not Without My Dude !!

Every morning I wake up to see him looking at me with his rich chocolate brown eyes, as I struggle to open one eye at a time, he runs his ticklish pink tongue over my eyes, moving on to my nose and lips (and invariably my teeth because I am smiling by now)....and it's the perfect beginning to my non-perfect and sometimes horror struck day. The love of my love, my handsome, adorable and insanely lovable canine, Dude.

All those who share similar thoughts on these four legged angels will know that I don't exaggerate when I say that having a pet is the best thing you could do for yourself. And no its not the unconditional love or the being faithful bit of it that excites me....its just the fact that my Dude's a bundle of joy, love, energy and everything positive and being around him brings only me boundless happiness. His doggy smell in the room as I sleep is comforting and his readiness to share a few moments of kisses and licks is contagious...his clumsy plops on my stomach work like magic even though he fails to understand that being a labrador he gets heavier by the minute!! As he stands at the window to see me leave for office I always look back and wave and he does the same with his tail of course....I cannot even begin to describe these little joys that he brings me everyday in a world where no relationship is friction-free. He undeniably is the coolest Dude around and if you ever met my naughty little ladycharmer I bet you will say the same.

My Circle of Desire

Maybe I'm the only person in the world who has such a tough time making decisions about anything and everything....I can't decide the flavour of icecream I want even when they allow you to taste at the Baskin Robbins and Gelato outlets (yes, I try them all)...and even when I do finally choose one I end up not liking it as much as I thought I would! This of course translates into a lot of more important decisions in my life, meaning people and profession.

Has the 21st century spoilt us with choice in every aspect of our lives...were times when Britannia was the only bread, milk was a wholesome meal, hand me downs were preferred clothing and oil was good for your hair - the good times? Children got married when and to who their parents asked them to and a humble job that put meal on the table was enough to see you through life.

I remember my childhood when things were quite simple, perspectives narrower and lives traditional...those times didn't cause conflict, sleep was sounder and the body was healthier but if you ask me whether they were happier....I don't know. A simple and conflict free life does not necessarily mean a happy life and although I feel the frustrations of every day decisions whether its choosing a Nokia over a Motorolla, a job I love versus a job that pays more or relationships that take every bit of my energy but are worth having at the end of the day - everyday, day after day I feel the pressure and although the mind seeks simplicty and nirvana, the heart seems trapped in these everyday challenges....is this what they call moh maya or the circle of desire?