Mulligatany soup

Yesterday I had some people over for dinner, decided to make Mulligatany soup. My favourite and my mom's speciality.
Being the first time I was making it and also having my boss over for dinner you could say I was a bit nervous.
Mom must have got about 10 calls from me, during the course of making the soup.

"Ma, what do you mean the oil will seperate"
"Now how much salt do I put in"
"Its been cooking for 10 min, do you think its done"

But all came out well and every one really liked it. And it was when I saw every one sitting around my house, eating dinner, soft music in the background I realized I am on my way to growing up.

I guess this past year has been a major learning experience for me. Slowly becoming independent, understanding the value for money, appreciating every thing my parents have done for me.
And now I understand what my parents have been trying to tell me.

I now understand why "my coolest" cousin had to go tell my parents what I was doing. Not because they hated me, but it was because they loved me too much.

Its funny, cos even tho I am far away from mom and dad I think this past year has been the time I have become closest to them. The fact that I love calling them and telling them every detail about my life in Kodai, makes me realize that I never spoke to them as much earlier.

Forgive me if I dont make sense right now, but there are alot of emotions runnning thru me right now.

But coming back to growing up. Life is no longer about partying the night away, but more about spending quality time with people who are genuine. Yeah I miss the Delhi night life, but its not life.

This year was my first birthday away from home. Tradition at home is to open birthday gifts in my grandma's room with the whole family around.

But thats what growing up is about, starting new traditions. I woke up on my birthday alone, but it was in my house. Lay in bed listening to music and just enjoying some time with my self. And thought about how the past year has changed me as a person.

I dint have a major party, just few close friends, good food and alot of fun. My party ended at 10 pm (shocking isnt it)
But it was one of the best!

Oh god another one

Heres a fwd I tweaked a bit. Enjoy

What type are you?
Learn Something About Yourself. Don't look at the answers at the bottom. Do the test first. This one's a little different everyone.

Okay,first get a piece of paper and label it from 1-10. Now remember, you need to take serious thought into these questions!

1. What is your favorite out of these three?
a. cat (you like cats)
b. bird (you like birds)
c. dog (you like dogs)

2. What is your favorite color?
a. pink (if your a girl ur cool, if ur a guy ur gay)
b. white (your a ghost)
c. black (your a vampire)

3. Name a person of the same sex. (they really wish you would get a life)

4. Name a person of the opposite sex. (Ha ha got you, you thought this person is your true love, wrong - they will hate you for the rest of your pitiful life)

5. Do you like the mountains or the beach better? (doesn't make a difference now does it, since you spend your complete existence sending stupid forwards to people)

6. Do you like to watch the sunrise or the sunset? (same reason as above)

7. What's your favorite number from 1-10? (thats the number of people who will kill you after you send them this stupid forward)

8. What is your favorite plant?
a. red rose (it will die in your care)
b. fern (it will die in your care)
c. a dead one (wow it just died thinking of you)

8. Make two wishes

NONE OF THEM WILL COME TRUE !!!!!

Jeez

This number is a lucky number *-+963/*-+96369/*~~~.
It actually works.
You'll get good marks in ur upcoming exams if u send this to atleast 5 people. If u dare to delete it u will surely wont get good marks.
Even if u study hard, u'll forgeteverything.

Do people really believe in this stuff ????

Forwarding mania

I am so sick of getting forwards. And I am even sicker of getting these stupid forwards which predict the love of my life, the day I'll get married, the number of kids I'll have, which one of them will be a psychotic gay truck driver and whether or not I will have a painful death.
STOP IT !
I really dont care if my kid is gay psychotic truck driver or that my husband dies before me and as much as I want to know how I would die, I am not going to inflict the torture of another forward to 10 other people.

Like seriously which dumb human being would believe if that sending a fwd to 5 people will lead to good luck but sending it to 12 will lead to absoultely fantastically super dooper luck.
Yo idiot, get a life !

And to top it off they are doing it on cell phones as well. Arent we being anti social enough by staring at our computer the whole day, listening to our ipods while going home and sms'ing the night away.

Any way, coming back to the point stop sending forwards. And if you must send a forward at least make it worth the read!
Now if you copy this blog and send it to

1 person - you've just pissed off 1 people and your luck is still the same

2 people - you've just pissed off 2 people and your luck is still the same

3 people - you've just pissed off 3 people and your luck is still the same (but your hair has grown by 1 millimeter)

4 people - you've just pissed off 4 people and your luck is still the same your luck will remain the same

10 people - you've just pissed off 10 people and your luck is still the same

20 people - you will get beaten up for being such a loser !

Fake V/S Real

FAKE FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
REAL FRIENDS: are the reason you have no food.

FAKE FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr/Mrs
REAL FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD/MOM

FAKE FRIENDS: bail you out of jail and tell you what you did was wrong.
REAL FRIENDS: Would sit next to you sayin "Damn ... we f***ed up ... but that shit was fun!"

FAKE FRIENDS: never seen you cry.
REAL FRIENDS: cry with you

FAKE FRIENDS: Borrow your stuff for a few days then give it back.
REAL FRIENDS: keep your shit so long they forget its yours.

FAKE FRIENDS: know a few things about you.
REAL FRIENDS: Could write a book about you with direct quotes from you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
REAL FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds ass that left you.

FAKE FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door.
REAL FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME!"

FAKE FRIENDS: Are for awhile.
REAL FRIENDS: Are for life.

FAKE FRIENDS: Will take your drink away when they think you've had enough.
REAL FRIENDS: Will look at you stumbling all over the place and say"Bitch drink the rest of that you know we don't waste."

FAKE FRIENDS: will talk shit to the person who talks shit about you.REAL FRIENDS: Will knock them the f*** out!

While reading this, a few names came to mind, and I am thankful for having REAL FRIENDS. In todays hypocritical world very few people have true friends, I am lucky enough to have 3. Cheers to you guys!

Tripping in Pondy

I went to Pondicherry last weekend. An absolute blast. SM was in Pondicherry for the week (work related stuff) so I decided to pop down. I traveled for 22 hours in total to spend 33 hours in Pondy. COMPLETELY WORTH IT!

Let me start of with Friday. Friday was prayer breakfast at my aunts house, so I had to be at her place at 5 am to help cook. Woke up at 4 to get ready. Hours slept on Thursday night – 4
Left Kodai on Friday evening by bus. Arrived in Pondy at 5:30 am.
Hours slept on Friday night – 2

Saturday, we went drove about 70 kms out of Pondy to the mangrove forest (backwaters). We took a boat out and went around the backwaters. Man that was an awesome experience. I don’t have the good snaps from there, should be getting them soon. But it was a beautiful day – blue skies, sunny day, cool breeze and a chilled beer. What more could a girl want

I was able to row as well, looks like I am becoming quite an expert. Who needs a car he he

We came back to Pondy by lunch time and went to this restaurant called Rendezvous. Amazing sea food.
So rendezvous was awesome. These guys had the sea food platter – crabs, squid, prawns, fish (catch of the day). You will be very proud of me, I ate fish with the bone J but it was so good. Black pomfret cooked with onions and some other stuff, but YUMMY
After lunch we went shopping, man did I do some shopping. We were out till 7
shopping.
Had to buy another suitcase while coming back. That evening we went out for dinner to a sea shore place called – Sea Gulls.

Sunday we went to Auroville. The drive to Auroville was beautiful. We were advised not to shop in Auroville since it was really expensive, but to stop at the village shops on the way to Auroville. (Which we did, and shopped like crazy) We could not explore Auroville as much we would have liked to, but since it was Sunday most of the places were closed.

After Auroville we went for lunch to this French place called Satsanga. What a funky place. The restaurant was out in the patio, very nice feel to it. Had my first glass of wine in Pondy there. Chilled there for a bit and then went back to shopping.

There was this export place called titanic – and I was able to dig out a pair of Ralf Lauren pants for 100 bucks along with a Gap linen shirt for 100 bucks as well. We then went to the beach for a while. And I finally got down to what I had come to Pondy for, buying the cheap alcohol.

I got – two bottles of wine, ½ bottle Bacardi, one miniature Smirnoff twist, one bottle tequila, one bottle rum and one bottle of coffee liquor for a grand total of Rs. 1000 only!
Can you believe it .. 1000 bucks that’s it. Man I should live in Pondy

Bought my self another bag to bring the stuff back to Kodai, and was at the bus station at 9:30 – since my bus was supposed to leave at 10 only to find out the bus only arrives at 11. So off to the beach again. It was beautiful, the moon was shining on to the sea and one can hear the waves crashing – utter bliss.

Arrived back in Kodai at 7:30 am and was in office by 9. Hours slept on Sunday night – 0 (the guy was driving so rashly I thought we were going to crash)

10 hours slept in 4 days – by Monday afternoon I was only running on adrenaline and I loved it. I guess that’s the joys of life or should I say youth?

Monday night I slept like a log and was as fresh as a button for Tuesday. I wore my fisher pants, with a bandana (felt I should have been going to the beach not too work) Every one kept teasing me about being a gypsy. I should have read their fortunes and earned some cash.

Fright night

I meant to write this some time back and as usual i forgot. When Cuz was here last month, she came on the weekend of Friday the 13th. We decided to have a fright night fest and out of it came an impromtu costume party (who says you cant have a blast in Kodai)

My closet was ransacked... and now presenting the beauties and beasties of KIS


Man it was an absolute blast ! We ended up watching this stupid movie called 'American Haunting'
Waste of time! And a really pathetic story line.

Even with such a sad plot, Cuz was petrified and my body was what she used to claw her nails into. For a tiny little thing, she is bloody strong

Oh woe is moi

I've just been to the torture chamber and back, as I said I am leaving for Pondicherry this evening and as usual I left every thing till the end. Sorry boys but if you don’t want to hear about my hair raising episode at the parlour turn away now. You have been warned.

Basically been stuck in Kodai results in the hunt for the elusive parlour which can remove hair in the most painless way. And in this quest, too put it mildly - it has not been painless.

The latest of the horror stories comes from a parlour named blossoms. I was in a hurry and really needed to get my eye brows and upper lip done! You could see this lady was nervous, her hands were shaking while putting the powder on. I should have taken it as a sign and run away as soon as possible.

But I stayed on.. She started on my eye brows and decided the fastest way to remove the hair would be to rip it out of my eyebrows slowly and one at a time. She was so nervous of ruining the shape she spent 15 minutes on each brow. 15 minutes - I have had my brows and upper lip done in less time.

After spending 15 minutes on the one brow, she finally hands me the mirror for my inspection and to my horror there were still fine hairs! I just gave up, told her to shift to the next eye brow. What was she doing for 15 minutes - pulling the layers of skin off my face??

She then shifted onto my lips. Now the woman will know this, but you know how when your getting your eye brows done, some times one of the people will stretch your forehead, while you stretch your eye lid. Well that I am use too... but for the first time in my threading life have I had some one trying to stretch my lips.

Now visualize if you can, I am on the chair slouched down, facing the ceiling, a woman standing over me with thread in her mouth, slowly ripping each hair from my upper lip, while her little minion some how manages to squeeze through and stretch my upper lip. Now talk about a scary sight.

I told her to hurry up, cos the faster you do it, the less pain you feel. Don’t think she could grasp the concept, cos it took 20 minutes for upper lip to be done. On top of that because she was nervous she was breathing heavily, I felt I was getting threaded by Darth Vadar :)

Note to self : Never go to Blossoms
Till the next torture chamber .. Au reviour

Hectic weekend

Its been a while since I have written. End of semester is suddenly looming infront of me and I still have quite a few things to do. Taking a page from Intellectual Goddess book - "Do you know how much work I have to do. Let me tell you, I have a list"

1. I have exams in less than a month, still have not studied
2. Still have to finish my practicals (aah flash back to the three years in college)
3. Christmas is coming - no gifts as yet !!
4. Christmas banquet is on the 18 - incharge of entertainment n nothing is done

And to top it off, I have decided to go down to pondicherry for the weekend. This plan was formed 24 hours before the schedule time of departure.

Basically I leave tonight, by bus and arrive in Pondicherry at 4 am. Bunking out with SM (she is there for some work conference). Chill in Pondy and Auroville till sunday evening where I catch the bus back to kodai.

I travel for 18 hours in total to spend 33 hours in Pondy (well ne thing is better than nothing right)

Its 1:08 I still have not packed, I finally got my bus tickets. I guess the next few hours are going to be crazy busy :)

Cant wait to get there, to actually see the sun shining, chill at the beach, drown a few beers and have some good 'ol french wine

Till then Cheers

Scorpian woman

"Consider anything only don't cry . . ."
The female Scorpio has a deep, mysterious beauty. She's magnetic, proud and totally confident. But she has one secret regret. She was not born a man.

I can almost feel the heat from here when Pluto women hear about that revelation. There's not a Scorpio female alive who doesn't think she's all woman, and you may wonder what I'm talking about yourself, if you're in love with one. This girl certainly has enough glamour, and she's enormously seductive. But I didn't say she looked like a boy, nor did I intend to imply she doesn't do a bang-up job of being a female. It's just that, unconsciously, she would prefer to be a man. Less restriction-more oppor­tunity. It's the one secret she even hides from herself, and seeing it exposed won't sit well with her.

Once the Scorpio girl has figured out the difference be­tween blue booties and pink booties, she'll resign herself to wearing the pink ones, because she's fabulous at mak­ing the best out of a situation. But pink is not her natural color. The true shade of her nature is dark maroon, or deep wine-red, not a female color at all. However, to give her proper tribute, she's able to make you think it is. I know one who's great at pretending to be a fragile, fluffy kitten. She purrs so contentedly most men guess she's an ultra-feminine Piscean. They topple into her trap and wake up later, sadder but wiser. She is no kitten.

Scorpio women have a scornful contempt for members of their sex who flop in the roles of sweetheart, wife and mother, once they're stuck with the parts. A Pluto girl will control her desire to dominate, while she gives a glorious performance of womanhood, and she'll do it with more finess than the masculine Aries, Leo or Sagittarius girl. At least she'll do it during courtship. There may be a few cases when the unsuspecting male gets a rude sur­prise after he shakes the rice out of his shoes and the illusions out of his eyes. Unlike the Mars female, for example, a Scorpio will subdue her drive and magnetize a man with the heavy perfume of her exotic glance as she allows him to use his lighter to ignite her cigarette. That's far sexier than aggressively striking a match herself and blowing the smoke in his face, and she knows it. She knows lots more. Another girl might rush headlong into your arms and shout her love from the rooftops. The Scorpio girl walks toward you slowly, seductively, and silently delivers her private message. It's puzzling, but these women can look seductive in jeans, jodhpurs or basketball shoes. Maybe it's her husky voice that creates the image. I know one who wore a baseball cap (honest) the entire time her future husband was courting her, and she spent a lot of time talking about batting averages. But she was as seductive as Mata Hari just the same, and she got her man. (He was hypnotized, as usual.)

You can give her a tumble, but she won't fall all over herself reacting to your overtures. Don't expect her to bat long, sweeping eyelashes at you, and adore you with blind devotion. Lots of female Scorpios are tomboys with stubby eyelashes. Besides, with those beautiful, mysterious eyes that can read your mind so clearly, she doesn't need any extra trimming. Whisper something romantic that would melt another girl out of her senses, and the Scorpio girl will simply give you an intense, penetrating look that will see right straight through to your real intentions. She's a human X-ray machine, so don't flirt. Unless you mean business, you're wasting her time and insulting her. I wouldn't advise you to insult a Scorpio. It's just not healthy. If you don't know what I mean, ask someone who has. He may have some stories to tell that will curl your hair.

I'm well aware that this dangerous femme fatale can hide her power of retaliation with a tremulous smile, gentle mannerisms, and the most breathless voice this side of an angel. But astrologers are expected to be up on these things. It's more important for you to be well aware. After all, you're the one who's seeking to tame her-or protect your­self against her-whichever. Probably both.

You can be sure that heaven certainly has no fury like that of a Scorpio woman who's lost her normal steady control over those inward, seething, Pluto emotions. She can be overbearing and domineering, sarcastic and frigid- then turn as hot as an oven at 500 degrees Fahrenheit. She can hate with bitter venom and love with fierce abandon. She can shriek like a furious banshee or whisper like an affectionate turtle dove. One thing you can be sure of- she's never wishy-washy.

The Scorpio woman has a disconcerting gift that can make icy shivers run up your spine. It's a peculiar form of black magic, and she weaves it so expertly it can seem like real witchcraft. You have very little chance to escape, once her eyes meet yours. Because of her mystical sixth sense, she can often recognize a future mate at first glance, and somehow, she'll transfer this perception instantly. You'll have one of two reactions. You'll be hopelessly caught in her spell, and down you'll go, in a dizzy spin toward surrender, or you'll be scared right out of your socks, and feel like running for help. What's your rush? Stay around awhile. You might find out what life is all about. She knows. And she'll teach you. Anyway, you should be flattered that she considers you worth that strange gaze. A Scorpio woman can't excuse weakness in a man. She looks for ambition and courage. She wants a mate who can dominate her and make her proud, without disturbing her secret individuality. He's expected to be strong, masculine and better-looking than average. A high degree of intelligence is required to match her own excellent mind, plus more than a passing acquaintance with abstract, philosophical wisdom. So put your socks back on and practice a superior smirk. Everybody you know will think you're pretty super to have her staring at you. The men and women both. It could open new vistas, when you think about it. Your personal stock should zoom several points higher than it was before she noticed you.

Having once achieved closeness with a female Scorpio, you can be positive you're a unique and unusual man. You can also be sure that her love for you is unmatched by any you'll ever experience-and you can take that in sev­eral ways. You'll be the most important interest in her life. If she's a typical Pluto girl, she'll boost you loyally, and try to please you with passionate intensity. If you're too hard to please, she'll show her frustration with pas­sionate attempts to conquer your disinterest.

The word "passionate" probably caught your eye. Most men have heard exciting rumors about the passion of November females. It's true. She's brimming over inside with passion, though it's kept under rigid control by a poised, frosty attitude toward strangers, and a surface smoothness suggestive of black velvet. But the male sex is too inclined to relate passion strictly to romantic action; and that's selling her short, because Pluto's definition of the word is far more encompassing. It's involved with her feelings about everything she touches. She's never just slightly interested. It's impossible for her to be detached or casual. She seldom likes or dislikes a play, a book, re­ligion, furniture or people. She either bitterly resents or she intensely worships. If one of these two passions can't be aroused, then she totally ignores, with ice around the edges. Yet, through it all, she'll remain essentially un­touched by emotional storms, judging at least from her placid exterior, which always drapes itself around her after each minor or major nuclear explosion. It may be difficult to convince your mother-in-law that her daughter really broke all those dishes and tore all those draperies to shreds after the fury has subsided and her black velvet poise has returned. People may look at you as if you're a character assassinator. What do you mean? Shame on you, accusing that cool, controlled, lovely girl of such a temper. You have my sympathy, if that's any help.

She has such fabulous virtues, you might know her vices wouldn't be skimpy, either. So think about her good points. All right, then, think about her good points after that lump on your head has healed.
Because she's drawn to investigation of the shadows, she may at first seem to be tempting, forbidden fruit, and the deep, strange expression in her eyes intensifies the impres­sion. It's true that the Scorpio girl sometimes wanders into dangerous waters in her efforts to penetrate life, and since there's not the slightest trace of fear in her (unless she has an affliction to her Moon, and is full of nameless terrors), her search may indeed take her into some weird byways. But the typical Scorpio will emerge from any discovery still strong and pure. If she allows the journey to soil her inner spirit, Pluto will punish her with anguished remorse and guilt; yet she can still call on her great strength of character to rise again, like the phoenix, from the ashes of her experiments. In Kahlil Gibran's writings, the Prophet replies, in answer to a question about Evil, "Of the Good in you I can speak, but not of the Evil. For what is Evil but Good-tortured by its own hunger and thirst? When Good is hungry, it seeks food, even in dark caves, and when it thirsts, it drinks even of dead waters." A perfect description of Scorpio.

She may have been a fascinated spectator to a million human foibles, and she may have tasted a variety of ex­periences to savor the knowledge. But she can mysteriously emerge from all her explorations above suspicion, and still superior to almost every other woman you know. She could be the keeper of quite a few secrets. It's surprising how many dark deeds are confessed to Scorpios, though their own inner lives are marked: "Private-Keep Out." She likes to hear secrets, but she'll seldom tell anything any­one has confided in her, not even to you (unless there's an afflicted Mercury in her natal chart). You can also expect her to have a stack of secrets that relate to her personally, and don't try to pry them out of her. There's a private part to this woman you'll never touch, a part of her mind and soul that belongs strictly to her, and there's absolutely no trespassing there. She's not untruthful, in fact she's more oftien too brutally honest, yet there will always be those special thoughts and feelings she won't confide to you or anyone else.

A Scorpio woman will be incredibly loyal to those she finds strong and deserving, but the weak ones will never be honored by her glance. Her dignity in human relation­ships can make her seem aloof and snobbish. In a way, she definitely is, because she practices a personal caste system, and it's more clearly marked than that of her Leo and Capricorn sisters. All Scorpios are highly selective in friendships. They'll keep the worthy companions through an entire lifetime, and freeze the shallow, the common or the unworthy. There's an immense store of perseverance and determination buried in the nature of a Scorpio woman, and any time she chooses, she can call on these to help her master the excesses which may tempt her, from drink and drugs to self-destructive, ruthless revenge and dangerous depression. Sooner or later, she'll probably investigate some form of the occult, and ancient mysteries and unseen worlds will eventually have her respect, though Scorpios can range all the way from religious fervor to total atheism during a lifetime.

A Scorpio woman need not be a legal wife to give wifely love and devotion. If circumstances beyond your control make marriage impossible, she'll love you from hell to breakfast, and not give a hang what the neighbors think. In most such unusual situations, the relationship is real and honest above and beyond the shallow, selfish love of many a legitimate marriage. The hypocrisies of society will never keep this courageous woman from seeking the sun. She answers to no law but her own, and in her Pluto heart, she has more total understanding of the vow "till death do us part" than half the brides who blissfully murmur the phrase.

Despite her own strong individualism, the typical Scorpio girl will let her man be the boss. Instead of overshadowing him with her force and drive, she'll apply her talents to help him attain his goals. Your future will be important to her, and she's not likely to insist on retaining her own career after marriage (unless you've disappointed her deeply or a second job is needed in a temporary domestic crisis). She may fight you wildly in private, but she'll defend you fiercely in public. She won't stand for anyone maligning you or taking advantage of you. Those who try will feel the lash of her righteous anger. Your happiness will always come first. Unless there are adverse aspects to her Sun sign or ascendant in her natal chart, she'll pa­tiently help you persevere until you get what you want, and while you're getting it, she won't whine or complain or become restless, though she might turn a little bitter if you lose your courage on the way. She'll expect you to aim as high as your abilities will reach. Anything less may bring on some pretty sarcastic taunts and reproaches, especially if she has an afflicted Mercury.

Scorpio women love their homes, which usually shine with cleanliness, taste and comfort. Meals are served on time, and things are generally under control. If the opposite is true, something is making her mighty unhappy, because her natural inclination is to beauty and system. To the typical Scorpio woman spring cleaning is like vacation. They love to dig into comers to see what they can find. Just be careful she doesn't find any cryptic notes that smell of perfume in your old jacket pockets when she's clearing out the closets. Scorpio is unreasonably suspicious, even when there's no basis for suspicion, so you can imagine what happens when she finds a real clue to possible in­fidelity. Picture the shape of a mushroom cloud and you'll get a general idea of what may happen, figuratively speak­ing. It's no good being suspicious of her, no matter how many opportunities arise; and there will be a goodly num­ber of them, because she never exposes her deepest feel­ings. Naturally, this can arouse a few questions on your part.

Just swallow them, along with the lump in your throat. Like that locked chest or drawer she's had since childhood, certain things about her are off limits. It will get you nowhere to probe. I realize fully that it isn't fair. So does she. But that doesn't change things a bit. That's the way it is. Take her or leave her. You'll probably take her. It's almost impossible to leave her. If nothing else, she'll haunt you the rest of your life. Adjusting to the idiosyncrasies of her nature is easier than suffering the nightmares that will surely result if you walk away. No one walks away from a Scorpio. Not really. Didn't you know that? Those who have tried can educate you. Any­way, you have a very special woman.

As much as she needs the security of home roots, shell move if it's necessary to your career, and without any visible flinching at the uprooting. She makes an excellent wife for an army or navy man and a real jewel for a politician. There's no one she can't see through, no de­ception that escapes her. A Scorpio woman can tell you exactly who can be trusted and which ones you have to watch. The Pisces wife has the same ability, but she may be too soft to criticize, too ready to make excuses for the failings of others. Not so the Scorpio female. In fact, she may frequently have to check her sharp tongue and tone down her brutal analysis.
In the budget department, Scorpio women are complete­ly unpredictable. She can scrimp and save and pinch a penny until it bends double, then have a sudden spell of being magnificently extravagant. One thing is sure. She'll enjoy money, whether she saves it in an old shoe or spends it on luxury. But this woman always leans heavily toward prestige, and she won't let cash compromise that. She'll be satisfied if you choose a smaller income, as long as it insures that you are your own boss, with the potential to rise to become somebody of influence, Scorpio females like power, and they will sacrifice much for it. Your power will do, because Pluto allows her to be adept at living vicarious­ly through others when it suits her. Remember that al­though she'll sacrifice and put up with very little for a planned goal, she's too proud to live amid shabby sur­roundings forever, and she'll become mighty sour and dis­contented if she's forced to do so for an unreasonable length of time. She'll either try to force a change in the family fortunes after a certain period, or she'll gradually retreat into the dismal world of the gray lizard, outwardly accepting and almost seeming to enjoy poverty, but in­wardly intensely bitter.

She'll be possessive but she won't want to be possessed. One of the worst traits of both male and female Scorpios is a refusal to see any viewpoint but their own when the emotions are involved. It takes weeks of introspection to bring them around to a semblance of humility. Her natural interest in the opposite sex, even if it remains platonic, may give you as much reason to be jealous of her as she is of you. She'll probably fascinate every male in sight on oc­casion, and you may have to sit by while they're mesmer­ized. It seldom leads to anything serious, but it can cause some uncomfortable moments. It can also lead to some explosive disagreements. In the heat of battle, it pays to remember that her compulsion to even the score usually makes her the winner in any kind of skirmish. She gets the last word. If you tell her a lie, she may tell two. If you stubbornly refuse to kiss her good-bye in the morning after a tiff, she may refuse to kiss you goodnight for a month. Just let your mother (or anybody's mother) criti­cize her cooking, and the Scorpio woman may forget to invite her to dinner for several Sundays in a row. An acci­dental injury, however, she'll forgive, if she knows it's unintentional. The Scorpio sense of justice is as strong as the sense of revenge. Most people forget this. She'll remember every kindness and give you back double for that, too. It works both ways.

With the children, her expression of love may lack a cer­tain tenderness and open demonstration, but the youngsters will probably sense her deep devotion and feel emotionally secure anyway. A Scorpio mother won't let the talents of her children go unnoticed or gather dust. She'll spend many an hour encouraging them toward higher goals, and be willing to provide any support they need. Her offspring will find her strong and helpful when youthful problems arise, because her knowledge of human nature makes her a wise counselor. She'll teach them to meet difficulties with her own courage. But she can be bund to their faults, an attitude which can naturally cause a lot of trouble if it isn't recognized and checked in time. Anyone she imagines is a threat to the happiness of her children, in any way, however small, will be crushed, and I'm afraid that in­cludes her husband. She won't appreciate it if he's stricter with them than she thinks he ought to be.

A Scorpio woman will sometimes nearly drown you in her passion for living, yet in a real storm, her cool, calm reason and steely strength will be a life raft. Though she works her magic in strange and secret ways, her haunting eyes will always gaze at you with basic honesty, even while she remains just beyond the reach of human under­standing. She's a little dangerous, perhaps, but undeniably exciting. Let other husbands cope with the flighty girls. You've known the compelling mystery of a lovely witch who brews a pretty good cup of tea and never bums your toast. (Well, almost never.) When the cup is empty, let her read the tea leaves for you. She can-if she wants to.
You mean you didn't know? I told you there are things she keeps to herself....