'A sense of humour lends you poise, it gives you balance and it helps you to bend without breaking'

(HH Pujya Gurudev Swami Chinmayananda)

Menoveritt [men-oh-vury-tt(H!)]; the condition of 'please stop it'

This is not a post on the matter of cessation of egg-production… tho' of course it could have been.  That would make no difference to me really, never having put it to the test.

No. this is the post of 'why-oh-why'?  You'll have gathered yesterday that the fuse is a tad short this past few days.  I put on the smile - a wink in the eye.  The thing is my usual light and witty self is dropping a wee bit towards the 'couldn't care less' and 'why are you interrupting this conversation'.  Am heading towards an episode of  menomonocanticle.

In trying to deflect that, am picking up on stuff that would never normally bother.  Like;
Why-oh-why do the gardeners have to do the burning right on class time and that too when the prevailing wind ensures a smoke-out in the lecture hall? 
Why-oh-why do the gardeners have to put the water hose on then walk away and leave it irrigating the driveway?
Why-oh-why do the gardeners have to use the anti-mozzie poison guns during lunch time?
Why-oh-why does the hotel have to have their dance parties at decimal 10 billion and 78 hertz just as one is about to go to sleep?
Why-oh-why does the hotel have to have a wedding band blaring every second afternoon?


Sigh.  Well, Dear Reader, sorry for this.  Then again… how're you going to know my mostly cool and charming self if you don't get glimpses of the 'night shade'?  By tomorrow it'll have blown over. I'm sure.

Mother would have been sitting  me down about now and asking me why the 'moaning minnies'?

Because, mother, I am menomoaniacal - in a condition of not being able to utter a positive word.

So I'll shut up now.


  1. Poor Yam. Can't you get earplugs in Mumbai? I swear by them in noisy situations.

  2. I hear you loud and clear sister. I'll do what Jade used to do sit with her ears pricked up, looking the other way, but still keeping that watchful eye, waiting to be called for a lick and a cuddle, and got totally over protective when Jasper headed for the shoulder. Mmmmmmmmm meanwhile I've got cleaning of house to do. Sydney is a tad grey this morning, birds are still chirping though.
    Hugs heaps. Xxxxxxxxxxxx

  3. Hari OM
    Perpetua - actually - I do have earplugs but have the sort of canal that refuses to hold them!! sigh. It was only at a point during the past 24 that I got like this. Now two essays have been successfully delivered am feeling much lighter!!

    Mahal - aawwww... now you got me reminiscing again. Hugs in spades back! xxx


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