This post is different. It is improptu. All my earlier posts have been deliberate. The subjects are decided, then I write out the stuff in a MS Word document. Posting is the final step. This one is the second one I am typing in directly. The first one being my first post ( which doesn't exist anymore).

I have no clear subject in mind. This is more like a diary entry.

So let me see, my throat is all itchy, I feeling like stuffing a fork inside my throat and scratching all the bacteria to death. My nose is running, I have to stop typing to wipe my nose every two lines. I have got the common cold and am craving some hot soup.

I had my hair cut over the weekend. It was of middling length before and now I can hardly tie it in a ponytail. I HATE hair on my face and tickling the spot just below my ears, and now I am seriously considering murdering the haitdresser for catching me in a moment of temporary insanity and convincing me to chop off my tresses to ridiculous lengths.

I changed my profile picture today because I cannot bear to see the glorious ponytail in my old avatar. 

My parents had been considering two serious marriage proposals for me over the past few weeks. None of them worked out, the hororscopes didn't match. I only had their profiles on a matrimonial site to go by. The first one was lean and only 4 inches taller than me. Now I would prefer my guy to be taller than that. He had nice smile though.

The other one was a little on the heavier side and that did not bother me one bit. After all my biggest dread is of growing bigger than my husband at a later stage. He had a fancy degree and a huge pay to his name and though I am ashamed to say it, that did carry some weight with me.

Well none of them worked out and I am actually glad. I realized I am too much in love with the happy-go-lucky lifestyle I lead now to commit myself to being responsible in the near future. This gives me a few more precious months to continue being the irresponsible spoilt baby that I am.

My mother's uterus removal surgery is scheduled for next Tuesday. It took her two years to get over her surgery-phobia. I am fervently praying she gets the courage to go through with this. She is not seriously ill or something. She's completely normal in all respects excepting the fact that her uterus has been descending ( I am lousy with medical technical terminoligies).

Its been raining cats and dogs since the afternoon today, that means a real cold night.  After weeks of soaring temperatures, the sudden drop of the mercury is playing havoc with my immune system. Going by the number of sneezes and coughs I can hear in my bay, I am not the only one affected. Misery loves company.

So that's it for now. Good night ( its 7:23 p.m. here) . Take care while I go in pursuit of some hot soup. 

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Diary update:

When I started to post here, I had no profile picture and had deliberately chosen a western sounding name ( Moana is a Hawaiin name meaning the sea). I was under the impression that my "Indian-ness" may prevent you (primarily) western-folk from including me in this exclusive club.

Slowly the Indian in me started to come out. I stopped using westernised  names for the characters in my posts. Then I declared my location in my bio. I posted my picture for my avatar. Finally I declared my nationality in comments on other blogs. 

My latest profile picture is another acknowledgement of the inclusive nature if this club where I have not come across a single instance of discrimination on the basis of nationality and cultural differences.

Each of my posts on Indian subjects ( outsourcing, terrorism, arranged marriages) have been recognized and appreciated.

Thanks for having me over. A big hug to all.