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My very best wishes for a very happy and successful new year to everyone.
"The thing that one most wants to do are the things that are probably most worth doing."
Here's wishing you that the year ahead gives you all the opportunities and challenges to do the things that you most want to do and the competence and strength to do them well.
"To love and be loved is to feel the Sun from both sides." - May there be plenty of sunshine and love in your life.
Remember happiness depends on ourselves - so make yourself as happy as you want to be.
Once again, a very happy and successful 2007 to you. |
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| my weird side |
[Nov. 14th, 2006|10:03 am] |
Wondernoon tagged me to play this game:
Each player of this game starts with the "6 weird things about you". People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "you are tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your blog.
Now for the weird things about me:
1.When something/ somebody makes me very angry, I cry! When I am very very sad I CANNOT cry!
2.I find cleaning anything to a sparkle extremely relaxing.
3.I can resist things like chips, sweets and chocolate until I have had the first bite. Then I need to finish the whole supply.
4.I have to be on time or early for any appointment. I'd rather miss something than make an entry late!
5.I hate surprises. I cannot make sudden plans.I need to have at least 24 hours for the idea to sink in.
6. I associate events with smells. Distinct smells evoke specific memories of events from past. Sometimes I can smell colours and taste smells.(Synesthesia)
Now comes the tricky part - tagging 6 people. I have checked my friends in LJ and blogger and almost everyone seems to have done the tag. Let me try the following:
Anita( http://www.anitabora.com/blog/)
Vaishnavi(http://apercevoir.blogspot.com/)
Aqua (http://aquadreamer.blogspot.com/)
Will come back and add more! |
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| November shower |
[Nov. 3rd, 2006|01:05 pm] |
Opening your eyes after a deep slumber, you feel the darkness all around. The phone says it is 4 but the bird sounds are missing. The incessant chatter of the squirrels that start running about the tiles and the birds in furious conversation over seemingly very important decisons. What happened? Have they declared a holiday? And the smells! What happened to the early morning smell of the buds breaking open and filling the air with their scent and the fragrance from the dew filled clouds filling your nostrils along with aching cold air?
By now you are fully awake to all the sounds. Why are there so many vehicles on the road at this time? And why do you hear the workers from the construction site nearby and the noises of their hammers and drills? That is when you realise it is 4 p.m on a rainy afternoon which has sent the Sun running for shelter.
And the rain starts again. You feel sorry for the office goers who have to be in meetings or write programs and cant enjoy this beautiful evening. You make yourself a cup of tea and watch the fine sprays while thunder rumbles on every few minutes. You choose a CD of old melodies to make the evening perfect.
What a beautiful afternoon, you think. But there will be people stuck in traffic jams on the roads 2 hours from now on their way home cursing the same rain.Man made troubles!
Sad but what the heck! It is lovely from the idle comfort of ones own home and you look out of the window and lose yourself in the beauty of the moment watching the rhythmic downpour from a dark room filled with S.P.Balasubramaniam's voice. Who says nothing comes for free? There are people who spend precious dollars to have this in exotic spots and here I have it delivered right at my windowsill!
Thank you GOD! NO THANK YOU man!!
That is 4:30 p.m November 3rd in Bangalore. |
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| For the weekend |
[Nov. 3rd, 2006|12:50 pm] |
A man and his girlfriend were married. It was a large celebration. All
of their friends and family came to see the lovely ceremony and to partake of the festivities and celebrations. A wonderful time was had by all.
The bride was gorgeous in her white wedding gown and the groom was very
dashing in his black tuxedo. Everyone could tell that the love they had
for each other was true.
A few months later, the wife comes to the husband with a proposal: "I read
in a magazine, a while ago, about how we can strengthen our marriage." she offered.
"Each of us will write a list of the things that we find a bit annoying
with the other person. Then, we can talk about how we can fix them
together and make our lives happier together."
The husband agreed. So each of them went to a separate room in the house
and thought of the things that annoyed them about the other. They thought about this question for the rest of the day and wrote down what they came up with.
The next morning, at the breakfast table, they decided that they would go
over their lists.
"I'll start," offered the wife. She took out her list. It had many items
on it. Enough to fill 3 pages, in fact. As she started reading the list
of the little annoyances, she noticed that tears were starting to appear in her husband's eyes.
"What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing" the husband replied, "keep reading
your list."
The wife continued to read until she had read all three pages to her husband. She neatly placed her list on the table and folded her hands over top of it.
"Now, you read your list and then we'll talk about the things on both of
our lists." She said happily.
Quietly the husband stated, "I don't have anything on my list. I think
that you are perfect the way that you are. I don't want you to change
anything for me. You are lovely and wonderful and I wouldn't want to try
and change anything about you."
The wife, touched by his honesty and the depth of his love for her and his
acceptance of her, turned her head and wept.
IN LIFE, there are enough times when we are disappointed, depressed and
annoyed. We don't really have to go looking for them.
We have a wonderful world that is full of beauty, light and promise. Why
waste time in this world looking for the bad, disappointing or annoying
things when we can look around us, and see the wondrous things before us?
I believe that WE ARE HAPPIEST WHEN we see and praise the good and try our
best to forego the mistakes of our spouse Nobody's perfect but we can find perfection in them to change the way we see them. Its is necessary to understand the difficulties and be a helping hand to each other....THAT BRIGHTENS THE RELATIONSHIP. "
"We forget that forgiveness is greater than revenge. People make mistakes.
We are allowed to make mistakes. But the actions we take while in a rage
will haunt us forever.
Pause and ponder. Think before you act.
Be patient !! Forgive & forget !! Love one and all !!
If you judge people, you have no time to love them". -- Mother Teresa
Never take some one for granted, Hold every person Close to your Heart because you might wake up one day and realise that you have lost a diamond
while you were too busy collecting stones."
(Thanks janet for the forward!) |
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| If I had my child to raise all over again |
[Nov. 1st, 2006|12:39 pm] |
"If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I'd finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I'd do more hugging and less tugging."
~Diane Loomans, from "If I Had My Child To Raise Over Again"
Note: A friend sent this in response to my earlier post.Posting here to share. And yes if i had my child to raise all over again, THESE are precisely what I'd do!
(Originally posted in http://agelessbonding.Blogspot.com) |
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| Son swore?Strike the father! |
[Oct. 31st, 2006|02:18 pm] |
In recent times there has been a spate of news items of sons of the rich and the famous and the rich and the infamous getting into trouble by through violation of laws and/or abusive behaviour towards the public servants or fellow citizens. While it is shocking to see the lifestyles and habits of these young people still in schools and colleges, it is worse to hear the statements from their parents and family defending such behaviour.
How do these children develop these attitudes and habits when they have everything that money can buy including good schooling. Or is it the lack of respect for morals that they see in their homes that causes this?
I am reminded of an incident that my son reported to us after a school excursion to Mysore. On their way back their teacher decided to stop at a hydro-electric power project site with a desire to take the boys around the place so they could learn something.An official at the site refused permission saying that visits were allowed only with prior written permission from authorities and he could not permit adhoc visits. The teacher understood the rules but tried to plead that he would accept responsibility for the boys as the trip would be beneficial to students. But as we all know it is tough to beat bureaucracy with reason. When they were about to beat a retreat one of the boys whispered to the teacher,"Sir, note down the name of the official. We`will take care of him." (heasaru note madkoli saar. nodkolana) The boy was the son of a then minister in the state! At 14, he was a fast learner or what?
There was an interview with Saif Ali Khan on CNN IBN and while speaking about his children he said that he would like to be a better person for the sake of his children. In his family , he said, his father had always been a model of exemplary behaviour and for him and his sisters the simple rule for right behaviour had been "Do as father would have done" under the circumstances.
I suppose that is what most parents try hard to be. Don't people in public life realise that charity begins at home so that they can spend a little more time cleaning up their personal lives and being better role models for their children What kind of leaders can we expect them to be if they cannot have their house in order.
It is said that "Doigenes struck the father when the son swore because he taught him no better". I do not know if it was the philosopher or the king. Whoever it was, that is exactly what I'd like to do to some of these fathers who taught their children no better and on top of it try to defend their behaviour and get them out lightly through abuse of their power.
Note: Originally posted on Blogspot. Posting for LJ friends at deponti's request. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2006|12:01 pm] |
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Deponti Deepa tagged me and here I go:
I’m thinking about:
Where all my time goes while at the end of the day my "to do" list remains unchanged.
I said:
"Oh this is easy" but now I find I have to change so many responses as my mood has changed.
I want
a quiet day by some riverside with good music and a nice book and great spicy food.
I wish
this 900 page book I am reading was n't so long.
I miss
The sights and sounds of the neighbourhood where I grew up.
I hear:
the doorbell and that is annoying me.
I wonder:
why people want to call you between 1 and 3 to check if you need credit cards, insurance or a consumer loan.
I regret:
not having kept up correspondence with so many of my friends.
I am:
ok, I guess.
I dance:
to my inner music.
I sing:
while waiting at traffic junctions.
I cry:
when i am hurt, when i have hurt someone, while watching a sentimental film, while listening to a sad song...in short, at the drop of a hat. But surprisingly never at a funeral
I’m not
easily motivated to stir out of my cocoon.
I write:
to communicate, to reach out, to steam off.
I confuse:
500 rupee notes with the 100s.
I need
the words and meaning of the Meera Bhajan "chakar rako ji"
I should
be studying French and not looking at the net.
I finish
with a smile as i am thinking of deepa's response to this question. |
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| I,me,myself |
[Aug. 10th, 2006|03:39 pm] |
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Hi LJ community and a special Hi to Deponti to the world for introducing me to this buzzing community of bloggers.
Having said all I had to say so far at my blogspot,I am pretty wordless now for a post here and that is not something that happens often with me – short of ideas, yes; but short of words? normally no. In fact it works the other way, the less I have to say the more words flow out as you can see it happening right this instant!
But I need ONE post here and I need it NOW – so I will talk about that one topic that everyone has spoken about and I had saved for a day like this – Why do I blog?
I blog to share my thoughts and feelings on men and matters with anyone who’d care enough to drop by. The writing itself is a release and an end in itself and it is an added bonus when someone actually cares enough to share their POV on the issue or their experience of something similar. And then all the new friends I met at my blog and theirs – friends whose faces I may never see but whose spirit I relate to. In fact I don’t even have the urge to “meet” them – I know all that I need to know already and what can a face tell me more than the soul I see in their writing!
So here’s to welcoming more new friends into my world. Ok who am I? Usha , 48 going on 29; Ex-banker ; mother of a 25 year old sports journalist Siddhartha and a 6 year old canine Sabapathy. Married to a management professor. Interests include reading, music, films and French. Am a little too fond of my own company to take the trouble to socialize and am mortally afraid of meeting more than 5 people at a time. Mostly harmless.
I blog at Bangalore metblogs (http://bangalore.metblogs.com/) and at http://agelessbonding.blogspot.com.
And before I sign off, will share something I received in an email just now.Hope you enjoy it as much as I did! See you soon!
"Some people understand life better
And they call some of these people "retarded"...
At the Seattle Special Olympics, nine contestants, all physically or
mentally disabled, assembled at the starting line for the 100-yard dash.
At the gun, they all started out, not exactly in a dash, but with a relish
to run the race to the finish and win.
All, that is, except one little boy who stumbled on the asphalt, tumbled
over a couple of times, and began to cry. The other eight heard the boy cry.
They slowed down and looked back. Then they all turned around and went
back every one of them. One girl with Down's Syndrome bent down and kissed
him and said,"This will make it better."
Then all nine linked arms and walked together to the finish line.
Everyone in the stadium stood, the cheering went on for several minutes.
People who were there are still telling the story... Why? Because deep
down we know this one thing: What matters in this life is more than winning
for ourselves.
What matters in this life is helping others win, even if it means
slowing down and changing our course." |
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