Hot Cross Bums

Not a great title for a blog I guess!

Well, I can explain...!

This is my first attempt at blogging... and for the past few weeks I have been trying to name my blog, like proud new parents try to name their new born, but all in vain. Some of the outcomes of my pathetic attempts were:

Flower from the wild --> someone said that read like a porn site.

Sing & Rule --> blaaah! nah! (Bad one, I agree)

The Ages --> that was a good one. And if you shuffle the alphabets, you get Geetha! But someone else was proactive and the name was already taken :(

That's when I felt my first blog should be on my first experience, or at least the oldest one I could remember. The story goes like this...

This happened a long time ago... when I was a 3 or 4 year old kid. We were in Kuwait then. I remember it was very cold. Must have been December, when it was winter there.

Mom decided to give me my bath. A forced one. After that cold shower, I decided the towel was not serving its purpose. So, I pushed mom aside and ran to the living room (yeah! you are right, in my birthday suit).

Mission --> Room heater

Picture me standing with my back towards the huge heater, which was perhaps one feet taller than I was. The more warmer it became, the more cosy I got. Now, for the naive kid I was, the distance maintained between the bum and the heater was inversely proportional to the heat generated. Of course, I unaware how to calculate distances, unaware of the Hot Stove rule, unaware that the heater had other intentions...

And, yeah! Eventually, I placed those tender bums on the hot rails.

The rest was history!

(But that's not the end of the story.)

For the next one month, my bum was put on display. Any guest who came home, was ushered in to hot tea, biscuits and a free 'sighting' of Hot Cross Bums!

Hmmm... so that's my story.

And, now you know why this name has such a strategic importance in my life!

Welcome to www.hotcrossbums.blogspot.in

(Happy reading!)