"C"' connect + cut (C+X)

C is for Connecticut.

Yep, the state of constitution. The state which cuts you from ordinary life and helps you connect to your self (state slogan often used for vacation promotions).  So, its my new place of abode (for the people who read my  posts).  

PS: I cannot get over the pun in the pic. Didn't i mention travelling is fun?

C is for Children.

How hard is to connect with ourselves? Children’s world is fascianting and so wonderful. This is what comes to my mind when I watch Curious George and Caillou.

C is for Cycle.

Surely, as ABC team mentioned C is almost a circle, I believe it is definitely a circle. So, as I reached Conneticut my friend received me with the celebration balloons. Celebration is a cycle, which begins with music, cakes and then you worry about the calories and often use allergy medicine because every nibble of those nuts counts!!!

C is for Common Sense. 

                                                

Hell  No! Ladies have some mercy on your spine, when you adorn those spiky heels. Though they say moving outside the comfort zone is necessary for change, common sense is the word to be coined for caution.  Crunch your spine for the right purpose.

C is for Correct!

How difficult is it to make a correct choice? Often times we fail to choose the correct. I have the three C checklist for making a correct choice.

So, if you are conscious about what makes you comfortable and confident, there is no way you cannot be correct.

Did you like my C post?  Would love to see your comments. For more ABC posts check the link.

Cya, until then and ofcorse stay cool. 

Cheers!!!

Nach Meri Jaan....

Shake it, Move it, Rock it, Nacho, Jumho

Do those words ring bells? Heard it somewhere? Ofcorse, at least one song everyday while you have your radio, mp3, ipod plugged in.

While I am nodding my head and shaking my lower limb to the tune of
"Uff! teri adaa,
Aaa..aaa….
Jogi nach leee yeee ..
Rang rach deeee yee ee..
Jogi nach le yeee..
Rang rach de eee yee ee ..
Lehra ke balkha ke tu, duniya bhula ke naach
Dhun koi gungunaale, gaale tu gaake naach
Rangeeniyon mein kho ja, peeke peelake naach
Mad bhare naino se tu, naina mila ke naach"

My question to  Mr. Javed Akhtar (b'coz he wrote the above song, duhhh)  is ab aur kitna nache???

We have been dancing to the rhythm of
parents when young
teachers at school
friends in adolescent
boss at work
spouse when married
doctors when old

How come your bum still has that itch to dance? ( makes me say  B-tex ka ad nahin dekha toh kya dekha???) I am sure with your literary skills you would surely come up with some answer to it ( that is in case you come across my question), meanwhile, could you also tell me is your lower limb really resistive to the jerks from latka and matkhas of dancing?

NOTE:  I have no issues with Javed Akhtar and his literary skills, absolutely adore some of his lyrics. That being said, i donot neglect my  freedom of expression and questioning. At least that's what they taught me in engineering school, so if you have issues to my mutterings, screw those engineering school teacher ;)

Now till i get something worth muttering, lets just get back to the song:
"Uff! teri adaa,
Aaa..aaa….
Jogi nach leee yeee ..
Rang rach deeee yee ee..
Jogi nach le yeee..
Rang rach de eee yee ee ..
Lehra ke balkha ke tu, duniya bhula ke naach
Dhun koi gungunaale, gaale tu gaake naach
Rangeeniyon mein kho ja, peeke peelake naach
Mad bhare naino se tu, naina mila ke naach".