If someone were to give you a surprise gift.. say a weekend getaway at goa.. ur tickets are for saturday and you can stay until monday evening.. think about it.. how would you be feeling while ur packing on friday ? Undoubtedly super duper, totally excited, upbeat, charged up, refreshed already and so very happy !!
scene two : ur already in Goa on the monday morning, living the holiday you were so excited about.. but how do u feel today ?? think carefully... most of u will be in the same boat as i would be.. not so happy, dreading to go back home, sad that the holiday is about to get over, sulking about the traffic and workload waiting back home for u !
So ironic that when we look forward to a bright new day ( eg: the packing friday), we already feel happy, and well, that may be the best day, even better than the one you had in Goa, simply because of the way you made urself feel...Saturay may be a nice day as well... but Monday, you pre programme yourself on automatic, to imagine a boring, hard day at work and at home and in turn, spoil the day and waste what could have been the most exciting part of your holiday !!
No one asks us to imagine this 'everyday' as hard and boring and uneventful .. No one makes it like that.. no one except we ourselves ! and for no apparent reason..we havent forseen the day, we just generalise and decide that life is going to be hard so we might as well mourn it ..why smile and waste time ?
As a chore, i used to hate cooking.. Waking up early everyday and getting into the kitchen to make the same boring food .. yukk.. i woudlnt even want to eat it.. with that unbearable start, i would lead myself into an unbearable day... One day, i decide to change that..just experiment with what may happen if i decide to pay less attention to the chore itself and enjoy the rhythm of the routine.. The only thing i do differently now is, listen to music while i cook... sing all my fav songs that make me feel great, romantic and loved.. ..such a small change...do i feel a difference ? oh hell YES !!! Time flies now, i dont realise when i started and when i finished.. as a matter of fact, i dont hate cooking anymore .. I look forward to my everyday .. so that when the day starts, i get another chance to sing my fav songs, feel loved and romantic again !
what a blessing everyday can be.. if we decide to look at it like one !
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Women : open your eyes and see the love
My last blog was all about a little bit of husband bashing.. i kind of thought that if i put up one of my regular complaints in front of the world, my husband wouldwake up and take notice .. and guess what !! HE DID ! Poor thing walked around the house the whole day with a puppy face wondering what he wasent getting right ...
There was an AHA moment for me in his sullen expression.. While i was just pulling his leg, my husband was really busy wondering whether my complaint was a serious one and how he could change a few things and make himself a better husband.. It was then that i realised just how much he tries every single day to make me and keep me happy..After 9 years of our "old romance", my husband had'nt forgotten any of the promises he made to me. But i didnt remember to pay attention to his contribution in our relationship...
As women, we are loud, expressive, bold, demanding (all of it in a good way) most of the times.. The men are more subdued, preoccupied,possessive,protective, they think of different things from us..They are different in front of the world and completely somebody else for their wives.. Thats a good thing. Atleast we know who they really are.
As those loud women, we may blabber a lot of 'I love you's' and then be so preoccupied with the thousand chores that we may not hear the silent response which simply says "More".
We write the many love letters and wait for the 'never to be received responses' and feel heartbroken.. But rarely will a husband respond with the written word.. Their responses are in the form of their presence..In their just being there when u r breaking down..in their watching your back when ur taking a risk, in their joy while u succeed...or even in their silence when we dont stop nagging !
As i count the blessings of my life, after my kids, my husband tops the list... In his silence and chosen few words is the gift of consideration and respect for me.. His wise eyes are always watching out for where i am going, not because of possessiveness, but to make sure the road is clear and safe for me to step out. His warm embrace, the same that it was 9 years ago, still will hold me with lesser passion but more warmth and acceptance. When the kids sleep between us (because i want them too), he will spend the night not just admiring them, but loving me too like his third child.
Yes, he doesnt respond to love letters, neither does he take me out for 3 holidays a year, i dont get gifted diamonds and secret dates, but i live with the gift of an extremely understanding, loving and faithful husband each day of my life.. and that is a constant !!! And there can be no better gift than that..
I guess, the women like me will just have to wake up and smell the love in the coffee that u share together like an old couple...one peaceful day after the other !
There was an AHA moment for me in his sullen expression.. While i was just pulling his leg, my husband was really busy wondering whether my complaint was a serious one and how he could change a few things and make himself a better husband.. It was then that i realised just how much he tries every single day to make me and keep me happy..After 9 years of our "old romance", my husband had'nt forgotten any of the promises he made to me. But i didnt remember to pay attention to his contribution in our relationship...
As women, we are loud, expressive, bold, demanding (all of it in a good way) most of the times.. The men are more subdued, preoccupied,possessive,protective, they think of different things from us..They are different in front of the world and completely somebody else for their wives.. Thats a good thing. Atleast we know who they really are.
As those loud women, we may blabber a lot of 'I love you's' and then be so preoccupied with the thousand chores that we may not hear the silent response which simply says "More".
We write the many love letters and wait for the 'never to be received responses' and feel heartbroken.. But rarely will a husband respond with the written word.. Their responses are in the form of their presence..In their just being there when u r breaking down..in their watching your back when ur taking a risk, in their joy while u succeed...or even in their silence when we dont stop nagging !
As i count the blessings of my life, after my kids, my husband tops the list... In his silence and chosen few words is the gift of consideration and respect for me.. His wise eyes are always watching out for where i am going, not because of possessiveness, but to make sure the road is clear and safe for me to step out. His warm embrace, the same that it was 9 years ago, still will hold me with lesser passion but more warmth and acceptance. When the kids sleep between us (because i want them too), he will spend the night not just admiring them, but loving me too like his third child.
Yes, he doesnt respond to love letters, neither does he take me out for 3 holidays a year, i dont get gifted diamonds and secret dates, but i live with the gift of an extremely understanding, loving and faithful husband each day of my life.. and that is a constant !!! And there can be no better gift than that..
I guess, the women like me will just have to wake up and smell the love in the coffee that u share together like an old couple...one peaceful day after the other !
Monday, December 13, 2010
Men, wheres the romance ?
Last night I caught hold of my 3 year old rascal and threatened him into telling me why he loves me....
my words exactly " bol tane mama kem game, nai to hu tane nai chhodu" ( tell me why you love mama or else i wont let you go") . His reply " kaanke kaanke atle" ( because because thats why). So cleverly he escaped giving me 2 words of praise, which would have made my day, i would have probably even noted them down in my memory diary..
I think its a very mens thing, not being able to express the love they feel..i wonder what they think.."it may make them look weaker, or its a girls thing, or its just not macho enough" god knows what.. i can never decipher a mans mind..so i dont even try, but it definately intregues me and i want to push them, shake them and find the answer to one simple question.. " why dont u guys remember to compliment, to tell someone u like them , to remind someone that you love them ?"
My husband and I are into this daily routine, for the past 9 years now, I remind him everyday that he has forgotten to compliment me on how nice I look today ! and each time he has the same crooked smile in response which says " dont u ever give up ?"... well, my response " No, we dont give up ! why should i not get that compliment when i run on the treadmill like a maniac just so that i am in the best shape for my husband ..and husband dear wont even notice... His reaction to my weight loss " get a blood check done"
As women, (i speak for all my girl friends) we mostly want just one thing, or may be a couple of things...Love, appreciation, lots of money and a life of luxury.. i dont know in which order it goes, but Love is essential, for our survival... for our smiles to stay intact, The compliments we get from you ( husbands, boyfriends, men in general) are just absolutely necessary for the gossip that we need to churn out to make other girlfriends jealous !
And whats with the classic " I am scared, i dont know what she will think..I dont want to lose her as a friend" Buck up !! She may love you secretly for the rest of her life for validating her and thinking she was good enough to love ! How you take it forward completely depends on you, but i can be sure, a woman will never NOT feel on the top of the world knowing that someone loves her !
I get jealous sometimes of the new romances that crop up in front of me.. of new couples coming together, of people getting engaged and that feeling of euphoria !!
Its been 9 years that i've been married now and i'm into that zone where I'm so comfertable with darshan, that seeing him home makes me relaxed and sleepy, like a child would feel in the company of her faithful teddybear.. But its hardly a feeling of euphoria ! I want that feeling too.. which would keep me awake in the night instead of sleepy in the day ! So i tell my husband " do something that will make me feel like we are still a new couple" I get his crooked smile in response again... God ! i am almost settled with my O.R (old romance ), but would i give my right arm for some new excitement and passion with the same old humble husband ? You bet !!
But even after this blog, i know what i'm going to get.. my old crooked smile, which i completely cherish by the way :) Sure , new romances are very exciting , but maybe not as comfertable as the old ones, like the one that i have.. I am going to try and pacify myself by thinking that maybe after 2 kids, a good nights sleep will do me more good than the restlessness and keeping awake !
my words exactly " bol tane mama kem game, nai to hu tane nai chhodu" ( tell me why you love mama or else i wont let you go") . His reply " kaanke kaanke atle" ( because because thats why). So cleverly he escaped giving me 2 words of praise, which would have made my day, i would have probably even noted them down in my memory diary..
I think its a very mens thing, not being able to express the love they feel..i wonder what they think.."it may make them look weaker, or its a girls thing, or its just not macho enough" god knows what.. i can never decipher a mans mind..so i dont even try, but it definately intregues me and i want to push them, shake them and find the answer to one simple question.. " why dont u guys remember to compliment, to tell someone u like them , to remind someone that you love them ?"
My husband and I are into this daily routine, for the past 9 years now, I remind him everyday that he has forgotten to compliment me on how nice I look today ! and each time he has the same crooked smile in response which says " dont u ever give up ?"... well, my response " No, we dont give up ! why should i not get that compliment when i run on the treadmill like a maniac just so that i am in the best shape for my husband ..and husband dear wont even notice... His reaction to my weight loss " get a blood check done"
As women, (i speak for all my girl friends) we mostly want just one thing, or may be a couple of things...Love, appreciation, lots of money and a life of luxury.. i dont know in which order it goes, but Love is essential, for our survival... for our smiles to stay intact, The compliments we get from you ( husbands, boyfriends, men in general) are just absolutely necessary for the gossip that we need to churn out to make other girlfriends jealous !
And whats with the classic " I am scared, i dont know what she will think..I dont want to lose her as a friend" Buck up !! She may love you secretly for the rest of her life for validating her and thinking she was good enough to love ! How you take it forward completely depends on you, but i can be sure, a woman will never NOT feel on the top of the world knowing that someone loves her !
I get jealous sometimes of the new romances that crop up in front of me.. of new couples coming together, of people getting engaged and that feeling of euphoria !!
Its been 9 years that i've been married now and i'm into that zone where I'm so comfertable with darshan, that seeing him home makes me relaxed and sleepy, like a child would feel in the company of her faithful teddybear.. But its hardly a feeling of euphoria ! I want that feeling too.. which would keep me awake in the night instead of sleepy in the day ! So i tell my husband " do something that will make me feel like we are still a new couple" I get his crooked smile in response again... God ! i am almost settled with my O.R (old romance ), but would i give my right arm for some new excitement and passion with the same old humble husband ? You bet !!
But even after this blog, i know what i'm going to get.. my old crooked smile, which i completely cherish by the way :) Sure , new romances are very exciting , but maybe not as comfertable as the old ones, like the one that i have.. I am going to try and pacify myself by thinking that maybe after 2 kids, a good nights sleep will do me more good than the restlessness and keeping awake !
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Happiness, not more than 10 mins away!
What started as a terrible day ended like a dream !
I woke up getting terrible news about a dear cousin meeting an accident..Im not an easy taker of bad news so with my blood sugar levels dropping and feeling palpitations of the heart, i didnt even have the energy to stand and support myself.
With the way the sensex takes a bow sometimes from its all time highs, its not even a graceful dance..I was convinced i'm going to lose all my money eventually. Total self doubt creeping in, not the best feeling in the world...Lack of sleep the entire week were simply adding to the fatigue and exhaustion. I hadnt yet finished with the household chores so i couldnt even just hide under my cozy blanket and dissappear..
Luckily my husband was around so i would keep huddling up to him like an injured puppy. He tried his best to assure me that i was doing fine and would cope. There were a lot of appointments scheduled for the day, mostly work and i had no clue how i was going to manage..
One of those crucial appointments took me by surprise. We had a meeting with the principal of my college. I walk into her office, feeling nostalgia of all the years spent in that campus, recalling every small detail of our mischief, feeling like a complete brat ! The current principal didnt remember who i was, but she still smiled at the vague memory of a girl with dimples who sometimes drove her up the wall.. "I know you were an ex student, cant remember your name, but those dimples i cant forget". In her remembering my dimples, i forgot my woes..
walking out of her office after what seemed like a good meeting, i meet old peons and maids who remember my name.. I remember them..they made a lot of money out of me earlier.. I would be fined every week for doing things i shouldnt be doing. But who cared ? they rememered me with fondness.. There was no better feeling in the world at that point.
Old teachers walked up to meet someone who looked fimiliar and then suddenly gasped at their realisation. After the initial 'oohs and aahs' came the classic "you've lost so much weight!!!!, what have u been up to ? you have CHILDREN ??????????, no ways !!".
That day i left the campus with priceless hugs and smiles and fond memories..College was always just 10 minutes away from where i lived, but today, it was not college that i revisited.. It was happiness.. In the many compliments that i left my teachers and staff with, i found myself forgetting my frowns.. Its true that when u make someone happy, you're going to be the one left delighted !
I am certain that for everyone, happiness on a bad day couldnt be more than 10 minutes away.. think about it..who can you revisit and surprise ? An old friend, old teacher, grandparents ? anyone in your life who is not expecting you to reach out to them would fill in the precious gap ! Drop in, with / witout flowers, gifts, chocolates.. doesnt matter..
What may start out as a terrible day, will end up like a dream.. I guarantee that !
I woke up getting terrible news about a dear cousin meeting an accident..Im not an easy taker of bad news so with my blood sugar levels dropping and feeling palpitations of the heart, i didnt even have the energy to stand and support myself.
With the way the sensex takes a bow sometimes from its all time highs, its not even a graceful dance..I was convinced i'm going to lose all my money eventually. Total self doubt creeping in, not the best feeling in the world...Lack of sleep the entire week were simply adding to the fatigue and exhaustion. I hadnt yet finished with the household chores so i couldnt even just hide under my cozy blanket and dissappear..
Luckily my husband was around so i would keep huddling up to him like an injured puppy. He tried his best to assure me that i was doing fine and would cope. There were a lot of appointments scheduled for the day, mostly work and i had no clue how i was going to manage..
One of those crucial appointments took me by surprise. We had a meeting with the principal of my college. I walk into her office, feeling nostalgia of all the years spent in that campus, recalling every small detail of our mischief, feeling like a complete brat ! The current principal didnt remember who i was, but she still smiled at the vague memory of a girl with dimples who sometimes drove her up the wall.. "I know you were an ex student, cant remember your name, but those dimples i cant forget". In her remembering my dimples, i forgot my woes..
walking out of her office after what seemed like a good meeting, i meet old peons and maids who remember my name.. I remember them..they made a lot of money out of me earlier.. I would be fined every week for doing things i shouldnt be doing. But who cared ? they rememered me with fondness.. There was no better feeling in the world at that point.
Old teachers walked up to meet someone who looked fimiliar and then suddenly gasped at their realisation. After the initial 'oohs and aahs' came the classic "you've lost so much weight!!!!, what have u been up to ? you have CHILDREN ??????????, no ways !!".
That day i left the campus with priceless hugs and smiles and fond memories..College was always just 10 minutes away from where i lived, but today, it was not college that i revisited.. It was happiness.. In the many compliments that i left my teachers and staff with, i found myself forgetting my frowns.. Its true that when u make someone happy, you're going to be the one left delighted !
I am certain that for everyone, happiness on a bad day couldnt be more than 10 minutes away.. think about it..who can you revisit and surprise ? An old friend, old teacher, grandparents ? anyone in your life who is not expecting you to reach out to them would fill in the precious gap ! Drop in, with / witout flowers, gifts, chocolates.. doesnt matter..
What may start out as a terrible day, will end up like a dream.. I guarantee that !
Thursday, November 25, 2010
The life altering secret of women and men !!
For all spouces / boyfriends / girlfriends who think that your partners nag and irritate you and get on your nerves etc etc etc.. this read could be the revelation of a lifetime !
trust me, you will bless me for sharing this with you..
I was let into this little secret by a person who i hold in the highest esteem and have had the hugest crush on him since 2005. My landmark coach, Mr Pravin Puri.. I think he felt compelled to give me this knowledge as a gift after i told him how mad i was about him ;)
sharing it with all of u..
For the men : The secret about women
What do little girls do ? What is their game ? They play with dolls. They nurture them, they mother them, take care of them..Their dialogue is always one way "Do this, do that.. wear this, lets go here, eat this, dont eat that, i will punish you, listen to me, etc etc etc". With time, the girls grow up, they leave their dolls and their parents get them married. to whom ? to poor you.
The girls are innocent and only continue to play their little doll games with the husband. The game of 'nurturing and ordering'. The dialogue too remains the same " where are you going? why are you going ? do this, dont do that, listen to me, i told you so.. etc etc"
So everytime your wife nags, its really not the fault of the husband...its the wife's childhood habit, its her game, its what she knows , its what she does....
Men, dont take it personally..Everytime your wife nags, realise dat shes playing her childhood game. In your mind, just say " doll, doll, doll, doll, doll, doll, doll" and you shall feel better, because this really has nothing to do with you !
For the women : The secret about men
Since men were little boys, they did just one thing..their game was to play with toys.To enjoy the newness of a brand new expensive thing for 3 minutes to be precise and then turn it upside down, side to side, open it up, check for the weak links and then break them.After it is broken they sit with their tools to fix those broken pieces.
Men are like that, they cannot stay without messing a situation or breaking things and then they sit wondering how to fix them.. Wives, dont take it personally when ur husband screws up a perfectly fine arrangement. Its their intrinsic nature to break and fix things.. Remember, everytime you wonder how your husband could do this to you, just let your mind say " toy, toy, toy, toy,toy, toy,toy". and you shall feel better instantly !!
Infact if you have a husband who does not break or spoil anything atleast once a week, safeguard him, because he is a rare species.. difficult to find those kinds now a days !
Till, the next blog......keep smiling !
trust me, you will bless me for sharing this with you..
I was let into this little secret by a person who i hold in the highest esteem and have had the hugest crush on him since 2005. My landmark coach, Mr Pravin Puri.. I think he felt compelled to give me this knowledge as a gift after i told him how mad i was about him ;)
sharing it with all of u..
For the men : The secret about women
What do little girls do ? What is their game ? They play with dolls. They nurture them, they mother them, take care of them..Their dialogue is always one way "Do this, do that.. wear this, lets go here, eat this, dont eat that, i will punish you, listen to me, etc etc etc". With time, the girls grow up, they leave their dolls and their parents get them married. to whom ? to poor you.
The girls are innocent and only continue to play their little doll games with the husband. The game of 'nurturing and ordering'. The dialogue too remains the same " where are you going? why are you going ? do this, dont do that, listen to me, i told you so.. etc etc"
So everytime your wife nags, its really not the fault of the husband...its the wife's childhood habit, its her game, its what she knows , its what she does....
Men, dont take it personally..Everytime your wife nags, realise dat shes playing her childhood game. In your mind, just say " doll, doll, doll, doll, doll, doll, doll" and you shall feel better, because this really has nothing to do with you !
For the women : The secret about men
Since men were little boys, they did just one thing..their game was to play with toys.To enjoy the newness of a brand new expensive thing for 3 minutes to be precise and then turn it upside down, side to side, open it up, check for the weak links and then break them.After it is broken they sit with their tools to fix those broken pieces.
Men are like that, they cannot stay without messing a situation or breaking things and then they sit wondering how to fix them.. Wives, dont take it personally when ur husband screws up a perfectly fine arrangement. Its their intrinsic nature to break and fix things.. Remember, everytime you wonder how your husband could do this to you, just let your mind say " toy, toy, toy, toy,toy, toy,toy". and you shall feel better instantly !!
Infact if you have a husband who does not break or spoil anything atleast once a week, safeguard him, because he is a rare species.. difficult to find those kinds now a days !
Till, the next blog......keep smiling !
Monday, November 22, 2010
I am ....
At one of my recent training workshops, I had given my class a task of introducing themselves as creatively as possible..I didnt want any of the 'I am a housewife.....I am a professional.....i am fat.....i am bored....." kind of a thingi.( oh trust me, we get all kinds of introductions) I knew it was going to be difficult for them.. and i wanted to challenge their limits. Difficult not because they were not artists with words, but because they never saw themselves in any other way except the one that they use to describe themselves in.. housewife, mother, professional, retired, tired.. these words were their limit. they never could see beyond !
Then i had one person, who as timid as she looked, gave me a different answer. Her voice was barely audible and i had to ask her to repeat what she said.. Then came those words "I am a believer". What she said, immediately caught me, and i wanted to know more details.. believer.. of what ? She didnt have an answer, but her incomplete answer was as whole as it could be !
I came home that evening with her words still ringing in my ear. " I am a believer too", I heard myself say.. it was like she had described me.. I am a believer in growth, a believer in sciences, a believer of love stories, a believer of fantasies, a believer of God, of Life itself !! It feels wonderful just uttering these words, like i am validating life and it will inturn validate me ..
I always thought i was a special child, a lucky one, like there was a secret connection between God and me.. no, not that of spirituality, but one of "Chugli" (Gossip). I was his Gossip Girl ! It sounds really strange, but everything that i may have communicated with 'Krishna', always came true for me, every wish, every prayer, every small miniscule demand..I would have no doubts, it just always happened ! sometimes to such an extent that i would worry about it, I wondered about what would happen if i said something unfit or wrong.. what if i wished badly for someone in a fit of anger ? would that happen too ?
True to the record, as soon as i asked these question, i stumbled upon the Dvd of "the secret", and there Krishna was again, answering all my question, in the name of Rhonda Byrne !
My life is a testimony of 'The law of attraction". Everything in my life is exactly the way i thought of it, the way i wanted it. My husband, my children , my in laws, my work, my friends..... its a true life copy of the design that my mind created over these years. Then i wondered, how come the amount of money isnt in place ? i would like something 100 times more than what i have... That night i got an answer to that question too...Even though my heart would love a lot more money and luxury, my mind actually feared it.. I dont know whether i am prepared for the kind of hardwork, committment and energy that it takes to make that much money. I want to be Oprah winfrey( heart - oh yes !), mind ( babe, i dont think so !)
whatever it is that i dont have, is because i am not clear about it, whatever it is that i have..i had no doubts ever about those things, not even for a second !
I am a believer for sure.. a believer in the law of attraction, a believer that life is meant to be great, joyful and plentiful..only if u r clear about it..
note : if ur sure u want your life to be superlative, make a decision, Now..
cause once u have that life, you wont be able to cry about anything..now that could remove the joy of cribbing from the lives of a few, so move only when ur ready !
till the next blog,
life is good !!
Then i had one person, who as timid as she looked, gave me a different answer. Her voice was barely audible and i had to ask her to repeat what she said.. Then came those words "I am a believer". What she said, immediately caught me, and i wanted to know more details.. believer.. of what ? She didnt have an answer, but her incomplete answer was as whole as it could be !
I came home that evening with her words still ringing in my ear. " I am a believer too", I heard myself say.. it was like she had described me.. I am a believer in growth, a believer in sciences, a believer of love stories, a believer of fantasies, a believer of God, of Life itself !! It feels wonderful just uttering these words, like i am validating life and it will inturn validate me ..
I always thought i was a special child, a lucky one, like there was a secret connection between God and me.. no, not that of spirituality, but one of "Chugli" (Gossip). I was his Gossip Girl ! It sounds really strange, but everything that i may have communicated with 'Krishna', always came true for me, every wish, every prayer, every small miniscule demand..I would have no doubts, it just always happened ! sometimes to such an extent that i would worry about it, I wondered about what would happen if i said something unfit or wrong.. what if i wished badly for someone in a fit of anger ? would that happen too ?
True to the record, as soon as i asked these question, i stumbled upon the Dvd of "the secret", and there Krishna was again, answering all my question, in the name of Rhonda Byrne !
My life is a testimony of 'The law of attraction". Everything in my life is exactly the way i thought of it, the way i wanted it. My husband, my children , my in laws, my work, my friends..... its a true life copy of the design that my mind created over these years. Then i wondered, how come the amount of money isnt in place ? i would like something 100 times more than what i have... That night i got an answer to that question too...Even though my heart would love a lot more money and luxury, my mind actually feared it.. I dont know whether i am prepared for the kind of hardwork, committment and energy that it takes to make that much money. I want to be Oprah winfrey( heart - oh yes !), mind ( babe, i dont think so !)
whatever it is that i dont have, is because i am not clear about it, whatever it is that i have..i had no doubts ever about those things, not even for a second !
I am a believer for sure.. a believer in the law of attraction, a believer that life is meant to be great, joyful and plentiful..only if u r clear about it..
note : if ur sure u want your life to be superlative, make a decision, Now..
cause once u have that life, you wont be able to cry about anything..now that could remove the joy of cribbing from the lives of a few, so move only when ur ready !
till the next blog,
life is good !!
Saturday, November 13, 2010
"Mind it Rajnikant", here comes "Mend it kavyal"
I dont know what it is with the madness, the crazy crazy jokes that have been doing the rounds of millions of cell phones since the uber expensive Robot released.. What is this fascination with Rajnikant ?? I agree that his style of flipping the cigerette and lighting it in a strange manner is amusing, and so is his accent, but i refuse to understand the jokes... I once got this one " My fone is full of Rajnikant jokes.............. and now..........i dont need a charger!". Sure that was smart...if only Rajnikant could save electricity by posting his pictures on circuit boards, that would be awesome !
anyways, this is really not so much about Rajnikant..but i cant seem to get his slogan out of my head "Mind it!"
I have a similar slogan for my life too "Mend it!"
Recently i have been doing a lot of introspection (ok, to be frank, my husband has been doing more of it for me !) I seem to have this constant urge to fix things, fix problems, fix people, fix relationships, fix confusions....and nothing in the world explains it to me..why ??? why would i want to be mother india ? everyone has their own mom, their own best friend, their own guide, their own bottles of alcohol.... then why do i bother?
Most of the times i feel like i can help, i know i will make a difference there, i just want to be of assistance, of some service, do my good deed for the day, spread the cheer, bring the smile types... I dont know if people really appreciate that on face value, i wonder sometimes if people get sick of me because i can really get on their backs to fix their own problem ! Its almost as if their problem causes me more discomfort than it does to the owner.
For friends and family who have experienced this "mend it" streak of me, i know you have been bearing with me for a long time and i really appreciate ur patience, but i dont know if im ever going to stop ! I promise myself everyday that "Dats it !.. no more advising, no more suggesting, no more preaching.. I will mind my own business and let everyone be",
by afternoon, i have already broken that resolution with someone who has a puppy face or a whiny sound.. hopeless me !
and while i write this, i wonder whether everything that people discuss with me is actually a problem ( even though it may sound like one to me )
for eg:
Mother daughter quarrel in another house...(According to me...problem)
Irresponsible teenagers.....(problem)
A couple getting divorced...(problem with a capital P)
Lack of romance in a friend's life....(definate problem)
A friend is'nt married.....(according to me - BIIiG problem)
A feud in a relatives family...(problem)
A friend's baby suffering from stomach ache....(problem)
I am not a doctor, i am not a priest, I am definately not a marriage councellor, neither am i an astrologer..... But i am "Mend it Kavyal", so by the virtue of my name and tag line, i still go ahead to 'Fix' these and more..
Recently i realised that i go overboard when i met a really nice guy and realised that he was on the verge of a divorce...I knew i couldnt help him there since i had met him 2 mins ago, but i could save his future.. so what do i do ? I start looking through my list of spinster girlfriends and wonder if anyone could be a perfect match for this to-be-suitor ! Without exaggerations, i didnt even know his last name, but i had the faith that i could 'mend it'..
I have to admit that the need to solve is more my need than anyone else's. It gives me tremendous satisfactiion when i have been able to be of some help. makes me feel on the top of the world, like today's day was so worth it..I know that i need to fix people more than people need me to fix things (..ok..m a little confused now )
Being the daddy's little girl that i am, i generally refer to something that dad may have taught me in the past.. he told me once " never try to fix the little crummy problems that people have in their lives, even though they may seem like you can do something about them in a second... those little problems give them something to talk about, give them something to think about and worry about..its a joy to sulk about those little things..if u erase those problems from the root, you take away their joy of cribbing about it"
maybe he is right..I should just let everyone be with their own issues...maybe that is their fodder for entertainment, for sympathy, for socialization.. AHA !! May be the things that seem like problems to me, are not problems to them at all !!! eg: Not being married could also be a blessing , right ?
I dont need to prove my mettle by becoming the master problem solver or saviour in miseries..dont get me wrong, i dont intend to leave my friends alone or be indifferent to their life or their issues..people who are around me know that i will always be there when they need me, but i want to give them a chance to really NEED me first !
Finally, to not offend Rajnikant, let me tell you, that no one can be a better problem solver than the master himself.
You know why Obama came to India.. just to request Indian government, "hamari puri military, airforce, technoloogy aap le lo....bas hame Rajnikanth dedo".
anyways, this is really not so much about Rajnikant..but i cant seem to get his slogan out of my head "Mind it!"
I have a similar slogan for my life too "Mend it!"
Recently i have been doing a lot of introspection (ok, to be frank, my husband has been doing more of it for me !) I seem to have this constant urge to fix things, fix problems, fix people, fix relationships, fix confusions....and nothing in the world explains it to me..why ??? why would i want to be mother india ? everyone has their own mom, their own best friend, their own guide, their own bottles of alcohol.... then why do i bother?
Most of the times i feel like i can help, i know i will make a difference there, i just want to be of assistance, of some service, do my good deed for the day, spread the cheer, bring the smile types... I dont know if people really appreciate that on face value, i wonder sometimes if people get sick of me because i can really get on their backs to fix their own problem ! Its almost as if their problem causes me more discomfort than it does to the owner.
For friends and family who have experienced this "mend it" streak of me, i know you have been bearing with me for a long time and i really appreciate ur patience, but i dont know if im ever going to stop ! I promise myself everyday that "Dats it !.. no more advising, no more suggesting, no more preaching.. I will mind my own business and let everyone be",
by afternoon, i have already broken that resolution with someone who has a puppy face or a whiny sound.. hopeless me !
and while i write this, i wonder whether everything that people discuss with me is actually a problem ( even though it may sound like one to me )
for eg:
Mother daughter quarrel in another house...(According to me...problem)
Irresponsible teenagers.....(problem)
A couple getting divorced...(problem with a capital P)
Lack of romance in a friend's life....(definate problem)
A friend is'nt married.....(according to me - BIIiG problem)
A feud in a relatives family...(problem)
A friend's baby suffering from stomach ache....(problem)
I am not a doctor, i am not a priest, I am definately not a marriage councellor, neither am i an astrologer..... But i am "Mend it Kavyal", so by the virtue of my name and tag line, i still go ahead to 'Fix' these and more..
Recently i realised that i go overboard when i met a really nice guy and realised that he was on the verge of a divorce...I knew i couldnt help him there since i had met him 2 mins ago, but i could save his future.. so what do i do ? I start looking through my list of spinster girlfriends and wonder if anyone could be a perfect match for this to-be-suitor ! Without exaggerations, i didnt even know his last name, but i had the faith that i could 'mend it'..
I have to admit that the need to solve is more my need than anyone else's. It gives me tremendous satisfactiion when i have been able to be of some help. makes me feel on the top of the world, like today's day was so worth it..I know that i need to fix people more than people need me to fix things (..ok..m a little confused now )
Being the daddy's little girl that i am, i generally refer to something that dad may have taught me in the past.. he told me once " never try to fix the little crummy problems that people have in their lives, even though they may seem like you can do something about them in a second... those little problems give them something to talk about, give them something to think about and worry about..its a joy to sulk about those little things..if u erase those problems from the root, you take away their joy of cribbing about it"
maybe he is right..I should just let everyone be with their own issues...maybe that is their fodder for entertainment, for sympathy, for socialization.. AHA !! May be the things that seem like problems to me, are not problems to them at all !!! eg: Not being married could also be a blessing , right ?
I dont need to prove my mettle by becoming the master problem solver or saviour in miseries..dont get me wrong, i dont intend to leave my friends alone or be indifferent to their life or their issues..people who are around me know that i will always be there when they need me, but i want to give them a chance to really NEED me first !
Finally, to not offend Rajnikant, let me tell you, that no one can be a better problem solver than the master himself.
You know why Obama came to India.. just to request Indian government, "hamari puri military, airforce, technoloogy aap le lo....bas hame Rajnikanth dedo".
Thursday, November 11, 2010
starting out....
An astrologer once told me to try my hand at writing.. "writing a novel will be good for u.. u will taste great success ". The astrology freak that i am, i was tempted to absorb his advise.. writing cant be that bad ! plus i can do it at my time and convienence, when the kids are sleeping and i am bored with no one at my disposal to bitch with..
But one hitch..who writes anymore ??well, maybe a few who belong to the forgotten era of people who used paper and pen to communicate ! Things have changed now. The express writing now popularly known as blogging is in.
Unfortunately i am from that era as well, or atleast my creative mind is still stuck in that time where using paper to pen your thoughts signified an intelligent mind and a romantic streak of persona.There is something extensively satisfying about the smooth nib of a great pen rolling on to the rough surface of handmade paper.. the click click clack of a laptop lags behind in that department.
On the insistence of an adamant and almost sweet husband, i begin my experiments with the typed word."Its a good day to start darling..thursday, you have the blessings of Saibaba" he said.. "Well, id take your word for it but i doubt Saibaba even knows me !?!"
There are somethings that you do for yourself, some you do for others.. this is purely an exercise done to please my husband because he guarantees it will please me in the long run too !! ( it would please me more if i was paid for this !)
by the way, is there a term like the bloggers block yet ??? i think i may be suffering from it already...
The new blogger on the block
kavyal
But one hitch..who writes anymore ??well, maybe a few who belong to the forgotten era of people who used paper and pen to communicate ! Things have changed now. The express writing now popularly known as blogging is in.
Unfortunately i am from that era as well, or atleast my creative mind is still stuck in that time where using paper to pen your thoughts signified an intelligent mind and a romantic streak of persona.There is something extensively satisfying about the smooth nib of a great pen rolling on to the rough surface of handmade paper.. the click click clack of a laptop lags behind in that department.
On the insistence of an adamant and almost sweet husband, i begin my experiments with the typed word."Its a good day to start darling..thursday, you have the blessings of Saibaba" he said.. "Well, id take your word for it but i doubt Saibaba even knows me !?!"
There are somethings that you do for yourself, some you do for others.. this is purely an exercise done to please my husband because he guarantees it will please me in the long run too !! ( it would please me more if i was paid for this !)
by the way, is there a term like the bloggers block yet ??? i think i may be suffering from it already...
The new blogger on the block
kavyal
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