Call me a little paranoid or over protective,I can be a "Hawk Mom" when the need arises,and in my case the need arises frequently..almost every day :P.Its still okay,I'm just making sure my Girls are safe...and it is No crime to be alert and watch out for any suspicious Monster...My kids call me the Hawk Mom !!! hehe ( I like that title)... ;)
I guess,this protectiveness is seen in every Parent,but,it depends the extent to which they can go.I have seen very cool,non interfering Parents,who let their kids just be and let them learn from their mistakes...kids, fall get up and learn a lesson...I'm okay with the Fall thing,you fall get a little bruise and then you are all okay to run again.My protectiveness stems from my upbringing and my experiences as a growing up preteen/teen.I was molested,and it wasn't by any green eyed monster,but,some one I innocently looked up to,respected and considered as a uncle figure. He was a friend of the family,I was only a 12 yr old,naive little girl,who had no idea,what this "uncle" was up to...I just knew what ever he did,was not right,knew it was wrong...the problem was,how was I to tell my Mom??what was I to tell her??would she have believed me??I found it embarrassing, I was scared and I was shy to tell my Mom..This incident left a deep scar and a feeling of fear and hate for males.Okay, this was, back then...but...I never have forgotten this incident.Now married, and a mother of two Beautiful girls,I'm going to try and keep my girls safe and teach them how they can be safe...
We talk to our kids and ask them to be weary of strangers,we try our best to see our kids are safe and emphasize upon staying away from unknown places and from strangers.They are taught not to trust strangers and to be alert about their surroundings....doing this we think we have done our duty as a Parent and we think our kids are safe....are You sure your kid is Safe???Sexual predators live in your neighborhood. It is a very sad truth that
there are men (and some women) who abuse children. It is a parent's
worst nightmare to think their child could potentially become a victim
of a sexual predator. Even more chilling, is the fact that sexual
predators are often, A trusted relative,or a good friend of the family.Unfortunately, there are sick people in every walk of life.
I have tried creating an environment at home, where my 11 yr old feels free of telling me everything. I always thank my daughter for telling me something,
even if she is "tattling". We don't discourage "tattling" in our home,
because that is a tool a sexual predator may use to keep their victim
quiet.It wasn't easy,{A, year ago,I caught my child watching some Adult contents on the Net,when asked upon,out of fear,she denied and lied,that left me wondering,where had I gone wrong??}
I had to win her over,and show,her,that she could always confide in me, that she wouldn't be judged,and that We would Believe her !! Another very important way to protect your kids from sexual predators is
to let them know their bodies are respected. I know it is common to
make children hug their grandmothers or aunts or whoever, but in doing
that, you are also communicating the message (however unintentional)
that they have to do something with their bodies that makes them feel
uncomfortable, because an adult says so.Now, we have stopped the practice of welcoming a Friend or Relative with a Hug.
We now have open communication with our child.God forbid,if, your child does approach you and has the courage to
tell you that something someone did made them feel uncomfortable, Believe them. Even if it is a loved one, Believe them. Sexual predators
come in all walks of life......Take care, my big Puyo and little Puyo!!! and Remember Mommy is here....Hawk Mom !!!
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
Monday, May 21, 2012
~~~~ 51 KETLEY PL, ;) ~~~~
From time immemorial, A platonic Friendship between the people of different genders, is doubted upon.Though sharing defines close friendships, there's a noted gender divide in the way people express intimacy. In other words,between Men they,
prefer topics like cars or sports rather than themselves. Women conducted friendships by sharing information about themselves, their emotions, and their relationships. Women related "face-to-face" and men related "side-to-side."....hmm...You get what I mean...We get to see that, don't We..???
Friendship between the young is thought to be grounded on pleasure,Okay, we all get that, don't we??,but how young is young?? Would the age 36 be considered young?? The lives of the young are regulated by their feelings, and their chief interest is in their own pleasure and the opportunity of the moment. With advancing years, however, their tastes change too, so that they are quick to make and to break friendships ( hmm,this becomes a case to ponder upon) because their affection changes just as the things that please them do and this sort of pleasure changes rapidly. Also the young are apt to fall in love, for erotic friendship for the most part swayed by the feelings.I guess, that is why they fall in and out of friendship quickly, changing their attitude often within the same day.That is how they realize the object of their friendship..... (what crap) So is it friendship, or is it erotic friendship??Consider, it was only erotic friendship,when a Male friend,moved out and forgot conveniently to share his New Address !!!( I laughed ) Although,he maintained his contact with us,not ones did he tell us,that, he was no more at his old address, the facade went on, for nearly a year,He maintained the Lie... while I pretended to believe Him.....Such mean mentality people,are in no means worthy of My friendship....Even,my enemies,need to be worthy of my Animosity.... huh
So,I get going on my journey to prove everyone wrong.Over the years, I have been fortunate to have a few well meaning Male friends.I have come to notice I get along pretty well with the opposite gender than with those of my own ( Females). With all due respect to the Ladies out there,I cant stand the bitchy nature of women.My status on Facebook may say I have some 400+friends but is it true???If you thought women are capable of bonding,and understanding another woman,think twice...I may,have to face the wrath of other women (in case they are reading this blog).Well,yes I do share,my emotions,thoughts,feelings with a very few close friends,whom I consider as thoughtful,mindful friends,either they are some one I know for the last 20 + years.I know for sure, I'm not being judged for who I'm,what I'm or where I'm.That's cause,our friendship goes way back to my teen years.These are my true friends,whom I can call upon 2 in the morning or discuss some boring crappy neighbor.
prefer topics like cars or sports rather than themselves. Women conducted friendships by sharing information about themselves, their emotions, and their relationships. Women related "face-to-face" and men related "side-to-side."....hmm...You get what I mean...We get to see that, don't We..???
Friendship between the young is thought to be grounded on pleasure,Okay, we all get that, don't we??,but how young is young?? Would the age 36 be considered young?? The lives of the young are regulated by their feelings, and their chief interest is in their own pleasure and the opportunity of the moment. With advancing years, however, their tastes change too, so that they are quick to make and to break friendships ( hmm,this becomes a case to ponder upon) because their affection changes just as the things that please them do and this sort of pleasure changes rapidly. Also the young are apt to fall in love, for erotic friendship for the most part swayed by the feelings.I guess, that is why they fall in and out of friendship quickly, changing their attitude often within the same day.That is how they realize the object of their friendship..... (what crap) So is it friendship, or is it erotic friendship??Consider, it was only erotic friendship,when a Male friend,moved out and forgot conveniently to share his New Address !!!( I laughed ) Although,he maintained his contact with us,not ones did he tell us,that, he was no more at his old address, the facade went on, for nearly a year,He maintained the Lie... while I pretended to believe Him.....Such mean mentality people,are in no means worthy of My friendship....Even,my enemies,need to be worthy of my Animosity.... huh
So,I get going on my journey to prove everyone wrong.Over the years, I have been fortunate to have a few well meaning Male friends.I have come to notice I get along pretty well with the opposite gender than with those of my own ( Females). With all due respect to the Ladies out there,I cant stand the bitchy nature of women.My status on Facebook may say I have some 400+friends but is it true???If you thought women are capable of bonding,and understanding another woman,think twice...I may,have to face the wrath of other women (in case they are reading this blog).Well,yes I do share,my emotions,thoughts,feelings with a very few close friends,whom I consider as thoughtful,mindful friends,either they are some one I know for the last 20 + years.I know for sure, I'm not being judged for who I'm,what I'm or where I'm.That's cause,our friendship goes way back to my teen years.These are my true friends,whom I can call upon 2 in the morning or discuss some boring crappy neighbor.
Mindfulness is a state of active, open attention on the present.
When you're mindful, you observe your thoughts and feelings from a
distance, without judging them good or bad. Instead of letting your life
pass you by, mindfulness means living in the moment and awakening to
experience.In my opinion, the friendship of those who are good, is perfect.These are the people who wish good for each other, and they are good in themselves, because each loves the other for what he is, and not for any incidental
quality. Accordingly,such friendships are considered to last longer,more over,goodness is an enduring quality.However,I earlier stated,that,all women unbiased,by nature have these bitchy qualities.I dread to go to a female friend ( someone whom i just met a few yrs ago, say 5-6 yrs ago) and tell her a sob sob story.Its not her fault cause she is low on Empathy.Empathy is the experience of understanding another person's condition
from their perspective. You place yourself in their shoes and feel what
they are feeling.
All that sharing and discussing in a female-female friendship can become exhausting, as we all have been there and done that,One night, I stayed up all night comforting a broken hearted girlfriend . With men, I can joke and banter without any emotional baggage. "Friendships with men are lighter, more fun,". "Men aren't so sensitive about things." At times, I also like the protective, familial and casual warmth I get from my men Friends. viewing them as surrogate big brothers."You know you love someone and enjoy them as a person, but not enough to date or marry them. What does this mean?"Platonic love does exist !!a connection devoid of lust...
All that sharing and discussing in a female-female friendship can become exhausting, as we all have been there and done that,One night, I stayed up all night comforting a broken hearted girlfriend . With men, I can joke and banter without any emotional baggage. "Friendships with men are lighter, more fun,". "Men aren't so sensitive about things." At times, I also like the protective, familial and casual warmth I get from my men Friends. viewing them as surrogate big brothers."You know you love someone and enjoy them as a person, but not enough to date or marry them. What does this mean?"Platonic love does exist !!a connection devoid of lust...
Friday, May 18, 2012
Muscules In The Family.....
~~~My girls aged 11 and 3 respectively,are big time into,muscle building these days. I understand,my little one is just too small to work out seriously,but,she just likes the Mommy, Didi and I,time we spend together,working out.I'm teaching some basic Yoga and Asana to my older one,She is a pro at Suryanamaskar, she can,effortlessly do 6 sets at one go!!!Weights right now are off limits,we normally do floor exercises (push ups,crunches,Pilates),In order to keep them motivated, I was sharing stories(facts)of their Great Grandpa, Great Grand Uncles and of course their Mango Aaj,( my dad) and their Maama's ( my brothers).My older child is full time into reading.What better way to learn about the Family history and keep yourself entertained in a healthy way ,while gaining knowledge and learning more about their background.... so here goes....
As a child, growing up with a house full of, Muscular Men,made me feel safe. What more,we had a house gym right behind our house, in our courtyard.When I say "Gym",don't imagine a gym with all the modern equipments.This is way back in the 70's, back home in Southern India, Although the Men were busy,taking care of our large Business,They made it a point and very religiously followed their workout routine,and no excuses were accepted. This Gym was exclusively for the "Men" of the Household, we kids were exceptions.... But,the Ladies of the house were forbidden to enter the Gym. The Men took their work out time, very seriously,almost like a daily ritual.I remember watching my Grandpa,performing the Puja (worship) we had a big idol of Lord Hanuman,if you guys aint aware of Lord Hanuman,~~ here goes {* Hanuman is the mightiest and the most powerful of the God's,He has played a very vital role in the epic Ramayan~~ He fought against Ravan and rescued,Sita wife of Rama~~ Hanuman is said to have immense power/strength that he lifted a Mountain on his palm and flew~~ Well in short someone like Superman !! *}So,in India its common to see,Body Builders and Weight Lifters worshiping,Lord Hanuman at their Gyms.
Okay,now let me get back to my,Muscular Men, ;)...so, as I said,we as kids ( me and my siblings and other younger cousins) were allowed to watch--- the weights being lifted and all the body building which was going on around us, But,not allowed to touch any of the weights.These weights were made out of Wood !!!(remember I'm talking about way back and plus home gym).The weights,Dumbbells,there was one particular weight,which looked like a huge club it may have been like 40-50 lb.My grandpa called it the (karel).I have seen my grandpa,lift this Karel, way up over his head,in one hand,and swirl it around his head...hmm--- wow,how excited I used to get watching him do this,I guess this was used, to develop the muscle in the fore arm.I have seen,my cousin doing the---- *Clean and Jerk, Jerk and Lift *He would sometimes ask one of us to sit on him, when he did his Push Ups or ask us to (two on each arm) cling on his Arm and he would lift us up like weights... goshhh...After,spending a couple of hrs or more in the gym and working out to their satisfaction, My grandpa, would ask one of the boys,to go fetch some boiled eggs and tall glasses of Almond milk,which is already prepared and kept ready by the Ladies of the House,not just that,we had our very own masseur who would come by and massage the tired,sweaty men, they would get oil massage~~ wow,that sounds like Fun isn't it ??? for all that hard work they did, they totally needed it,..ufff...I'm jealous...hehe
Its,no exaggeration,if I said,All the men in the Family were Muscular.My oldest cousin brother,Satish Rao was a professional Weight lifter and a Body Builder,He has won many Trophies,on the National Level and was a Gold Medalist, same with his Dad ( my uncle).One of my uncles,was into wrestling..( hobby wrestling)....never saw him wrestle though :( ( I was not allowed to go to the wrestling area).So I grew up seeing Arnold Schwarzenegger Magazines, all around the house ( my cousin imported them).....So,working out was something which came very naturally to us,Sadly No women / girls in the family were allowed to work out... ( remember I'm talking about some 30+ yrs ago)
Although we had water connections through out the house and in the courtyard,I would often see my Dad,drawing water from our Well and he would water, our huge coconut garden,and I would wonder-- Why..???.With the minimum of equipments around, they build their bodies to perfection !! Did you know, pulling water from the well, is a total work out for the whole body!! well I dint either,but now I know.. :)
At dawn,the men would wake up and off they would go to the Gym,and strip down to their Langot ( google for info on Langot ) and may be that's the reason why,Ladies of the house were forbidden to enter the gym *wink* hehe...and all that hard work gave them...Sculptured Bodies to perfection...My grandpa,older uncle and my older cousin are no more now...But, they are fondly remembered,by all of us,for their Discipline,Dedication and Passion. :) Love you~~~ Papa Ajja, Mantu and Satish Anna ...Muah !!!
As a child, growing up with a house full of, Muscular Men,made me feel safe. What more,we had a house gym right behind our house, in our courtyard.When I say "Gym",don't imagine a gym with all the modern equipments.This is way back in the 70's, back home in Southern India, Although the Men were busy,taking care of our large Business,They made it a point and very religiously followed their workout routine,and no excuses were accepted. This Gym was exclusively for the "Men" of the Household, we kids were exceptions.... But,the Ladies of the house were forbidden to enter the Gym. The Men took their work out time, very seriously,almost like a daily ritual.I remember watching my Grandpa,performing the Puja (worship) we had a big idol of Lord Hanuman,if you guys aint aware of Lord Hanuman,~~ here goes {* Hanuman is the mightiest and the most powerful of the God's,He has played a very vital role in the epic Ramayan~~ He fought against Ravan and rescued,Sita wife of Rama~~ Hanuman is said to have immense power/strength that he lifted a Mountain on his palm and flew~~ Well in short someone like Superman !! *}So,in India its common to see,Body Builders and Weight Lifters worshiping,Lord Hanuman at their Gyms.
Okay,now let me get back to my,Muscular Men, ;)...so, as I said,we as kids ( me and my siblings and other younger cousins) were allowed to watch--- the weights being lifted and all the body building which was going on around us, But,not allowed to touch any of the weights.These weights were made out of Wood !!!(remember I'm talking about way back and plus home gym).The weights,Dumbbells,there was one particular weight,which looked like a huge club it may have been like 40-50 lb.My grandpa called it the (karel).I have seen my grandpa,lift this Karel, way up over his head,in one hand,and swirl it around his head...hmm--- wow,how excited I used to get watching him do this,I guess this was used, to develop the muscle in the fore arm.I have seen,my cousin doing the---- *Clean and Jerk, Jerk and Lift *He would sometimes ask one of us to sit on him, when he did his Push Ups or ask us to (two on each arm) cling on his Arm and he would lift us up like weights... goshhh...After,spending a couple of hrs or more in the gym and working out to their satisfaction, My grandpa, would ask one of the boys,to go fetch some boiled eggs and tall glasses of Almond milk,which is already prepared and kept ready by the Ladies of the House,not just that,we had our very own masseur who would come by and massage the tired,sweaty men, they would get oil massage~~ wow,that sounds like Fun isn't it ??? for all that hard work they did, they totally needed it,..ufff...I'm jealous...hehe
Its,no exaggeration,if I said,All the men in the Family were Muscular.My oldest cousin brother,Satish Rao was a professional Weight lifter and a Body Builder,He has won many Trophies,on the National Level and was a Gold Medalist, same with his Dad ( my uncle).One of my uncles,was into wrestling..( hobby wrestling)....never saw him wrestle though :( ( I was not allowed to go to the wrestling area).So I grew up seeing Arnold Schwarzenegger Magazines, all around the house ( my cousin imported them).....So,working out was something which came very naturally to us,Sadly No women / girls in the family were allowed to work out... ( remember I'm talking about some 30+ yrs ago)
Although we had water connections through out the house and in the courtyard,I would often see my Dad,drawing water from our Well and he would water, our huge coconut garden,and I would wonder-- Why..???.With the minimum of equipments around, they build their bodies to perfection !! Did you know, pulling water from the well, is a total work out for the whole body!! well I dint either,but now I know.. :)
At dawn,the men would wake up and off they would go to the Gym,and strip down to their Langot ( google for info on Langot ) and may be that's the reason why,Ladies of the house were forbidden to enter the gym *wink* hehe...and all that hard work gave them...Sculptured Bodies to perfection...My grandpa,older uncle and my older cousin are no more now...But, they are fondly remembered,by all of us,for their Discipline,Dedication and Passion. :) Love you~~~ Papa Ajja, Mantu and Satish Anna ...Muah !!!
Thursday, May 17, 2012
"Thanks"......to "YOU"......
This is a "Thank You" note to all those people....
"Thank You", for Hurting me,if it wasn't for--- "YOU", I wouldn't have known, how it feels, to be Hurt.....
"Thank You",for those Lies,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have known,how it feels,to be Lied to.....
"Thank You",for showing me the Bitter side of this World,If it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have noticed the Bitterness around Me....
"Thank You", for showing me,whom to Trust and whom Not to Trust,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I would have Trusted everybody....
"Thank You",for Stabbing Me, in my back,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have this scar,on my Back (Heart)....
"Thank You",for taking Advantage of Me,if it wasn't for---"YOU",I would have been deprived, of this....
"Thank You",for making a Fool of Me,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have known,how it feels,to be Foolish....
"Thank You",for Ignoring me, in public,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have known how it feels to be Ignored,in public....
"Thank You",for the Partiality,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have known,what is called--- being Partial....
"Thank You",for all those painful words,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have,known or heard them....
"Thank You",for all those times,when you stood Me up,promised,Only to break it,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I would still be believing in hollow words.....
"Thank You",for opening up My eyes,if it wasn't for---"YOU",I would have felt safe, leaving my kids, with any smooth talker....
" Thank You",for teaching Me Patience,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have known,what is Patience,when I waited Patiently,On a rainy evening,I learned about Patience....
"Thank You",for helping me become a better cook,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have tried to improvise on my culinary skills....
"Thank You", for the Threat,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't know,how it feels, to be---- Threatened....
"Thank You",for the way You make Me feel,If it wasn't for---"YOU",I wouldn't have felt, the way, I feel...and this blog would never have happened....
"Thank You",for the effort,You put in teaching me "Latin",All those Translations,and the innovative,captivating,"Picture",who else would have been so thoughtful?? But---"YOU".....
" Thank You",for not showing up,on my Birthday,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have known,how it feels, to be,made to wait until 12 midnight, to cut the Birthday cake ( while keeping the other friends also, waiting)....
"Thank You"
"Thank You", for Hurting me,if it wasn't for--- "YOU", I wouldn't have known, how it feels, to be Hurt.....
"Thank You",for those Lies,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have known,how it feels,to be Lied to.....
"Thank You",for showing me the Bitter side of this World,If it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have noticed the Bitterness around Me....
"Thank You", for showing me,whom to Trust and whom Not to Trust,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I would have Trusted everybody....
"Thank You",for Stabbing Me, in my back,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have this scar,on my Back (Heart)....
"Thank You",for taking Advantage of Me,if it wasn't for---"YOU",I would have been deprived, of this....
"Thank You",for making a Fool of Me,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have known,how it feels,to be Foolish....
"Thank You",for Ignoring me, in public,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have known how it feels to be Ignored,in public....
"Thank You",for the Partiality,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have known,what is called--- being Partial....
"Thank You",for all those painful words,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have,known or heard them....
"Thank You",for all those times,when you stood Me up,promised,Only to break it,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I would still be believing in hollow words.....
"Thank You",for opening up My eyes,if it wasn't for---"YOU",I would have felt safe, leaving my kids, with any smooth talker....
" Thank You",for teaching Me Patience,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have known,what is Patience,when I waited Patiently,On a rainy evening,I learned about Patience....
"Thank You",for helping me become a better cook,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have tried to improvise on my culinary skills....
"Thank You", for the Threat,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't know,how it feels, to be---- Threatened....
"Thank You",for the way You make Me feel,If it wasn't for---"YOU",I wouldn't have felt, the way, I feel...and this blog would never have happened....
"Thank You",for the effort,You put in teaching me "Latin",All those Translations,and the innovative,captivating,"Picture",who else would have been so thoughtful?? But---"YOU".....
" Thank You",for not showing up,on my Birthday,if it wasn't for--- "YOU",I wouldn't have known,how it feels, to be,made to wait until 12 midnight, to cut the Birthday cake ( while keeping the other friends also, waiting)....
"Thank You"
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
All About......WORDS !!!!!
I was still in bed,when I recalled the Movie I saw last night...starring Sandra Bullock { All About Steve }...If you are unawares of this movie,here is something to look for in this simple 2 hr movie.I enjoyed it with my Family..and I'm sure you will too....
It made me realize how we use our Language rather,I would say---- { Words } in our day to day life... in this movie,Sandra, works as a Puzzle creator.She is smart, in a geeky way and simply abnormal in a smart way.She lives in a world of her own,world of words,world of knowledge,world of Kindness,who knows no deceit.
Even as we all go through life,each day doing our duties,fulfilling the wishes,catering to this one and that one,Talking,Listening,Mouthing our words.....Do we stop to listen to what we say...??? when and why??? Nopes we don't...Don't you think this world would have been a much better and a simpler place to live in...if, All of us stopped to listen to our own Words...???? there would not be any unpleasantness, No Rivalry, No Bad Mouthing,No Hurt..... list goes on...
Our Brain works fast than our tongue,If only one would learn to control the tongue....." pen is mightier than a sword " {we all know that}...."Tongue is mightier than a Gun" { I bet you dint know this one !!!} ;)....
How many words do we use in a day??? If You are a Politician ...oh excuse me,I feel sorry for you...your life is nothing but reduced to words,words those are not of your own,words, put in for you, by your team or assistant. Celebrities are another lot...who do nothing, but, go around mouthing words...I'm in awe of the professors,who are constantly lecturing from one place to the other,from one lecture hall to another...words,words,words...
There are Hurtful words,Kind words,Thoughtful words,Bad words,Loving words......have you tried saying---- "I Love You"---when in Anger??? try saying "I Love You" when your angry......I have heard myself saying " I Love You" a million times in a day...but never tried it when I'm Angry...may be its time for me to try... :)
Have a Great Day !!!!! Be Good !!!!! Muah
It made me realize how we use our Language rather,I would say---- { Words } in our day to day life... in this movie,Sandra, works as a Puzzle creator.She is smart, in a geeky way and simply abnormal in a smart way.She lives in a world of her own,world of words,world of knowledge,world of Kindness,who knows no deceit.
Even as we all go through life,each day doing our duties,fulfilling the wishes,catering to this one and that one,Talking,Listening,Mouthing our words.....Do we stop to listen to what we say...??? when and why??? Nopes we don't...Don't you think this world would have been a much better and a simpler place to live in...if, All of us stopped to listen to our own Words...???? there would not be any unpleasantness, No Rivalry, No Bad Mouthing,No Hurt..... list goes on...
Our Brain works fast than our tongue,If only one would learn to control the tongue....." pen is mightier than a sword " {we all know that}...."Tongue is mightier than a Gun" { I bet you dint know this one !!!} ;)....
How many words do we use in a day??? If You are a Politician ...oh excuse me,I feel sorry for you...your life is nothing but reduced to words,words those are not of your own,words, put in for you, by your team or assistant. Celebrities are another lot...who do nothing, but, go around mouthing words...I'm in awe of the professors,who are constantly lecturing from one place to the other,from one lecture hall to another...words,words,words...
There are Hurtful words,Kind words,Thoughtful words,Bad words,Loving words......have you tried saying---- "I Love You"---when in Anger??? try saying "I Love You" when your angry......I have heard myself saying " I Love You" a million times in a day...but never tried it when I'm Angry...may be its time for me to try... :)
Have a Great Day !!!!! Be Good !!!!! Muah
Thursday, May 10, 2012
The Person I Took For Granted~~KUSUM~~My Amma
We have all noticed how time flies...Goshhh.. I woke up as usual...My little one woke up a little earlier than usual,and I was,having lots on my mind today....
As a morning ritual I have (karela juice) bitter gourd juice with fenugreek seed powder mixed in.Been taking this since a long time now.As I was having this ...I got this strong urge to write ...in fact pour out my feelings...I know its impossible for most of us to write about certain topics,you need to be prepared mentally...go back in time,collect pieces from here and there,put them together and try to make some sense out of that story or the fact of life...which once seemed so true to you,which you are going to cherish or hold on too at times and situations they come up to haunt you or save you from your plight....some times they tease ... to ridicule you ...or it can also be a long hard grudge ......and at other times....They are just Fond Memories......
I have been wanting to write about a Person in my life...whom I took for granted...whom we all have taken for granted at some point in our life....Yet She is always there for us...in our Joys she is the one who sheds tears....out of Joy.....in our fears ..she is the one who shields us ....in our sorrow...she is the one we look up to for comfort...in our pain she is the one we run too...She has played the role Beautifully....Given care...Love...Warmth..and as I'm typing my eyes are moist at the thought of Her.....KUSUM my Mother...this is for You !!!!!...Love you Amma !!!
I'm confused as to where to begin,there is so much to write,so many beautiful memories...listening to the track by {Colonial Cousins} Indian Rali...memories crowding my mind.....I used to listen to this track once upon a time seems so long ago...growing up back home....I have come such a long long way...I the one who used to be so depending on my Amma all the while...(lets not make it my story...I want to remain in the background....and let my Amma take the lead role...Play her part)........
The most Beautiful woman,I have ever known, both inside and outside....most Patient...most tolerating...most caring...most giving...Simple down to Earth....with one goal in her Heart to give Love....may be she did have expectations...may be she did want Love back...she never asked and I never gave....Never showed her I cared...may be I just didn't...She was there for me..and I took advantage of her presence...that was it, life for me was made simple...I took no responsibilities,for anything...Amma was there a Strong back bone for All of us....little did I realize,this back bone of mine was actually deteriorating,was getting fragile,was getting weak..physically....Amma never complained... always was hardworking,keeping the family together...maintaining the Peace and covering up our flaws...what do I call you Amma??? Survivor...Warrior...Angel...I just know you as my "Amma".......
I want my children to know more about their..{Mamia}...my older child fondly called her..."Mamia". My little one never got a chance to know Amma,spend time with her...Love her. I may not be able to do full justice to this Wonderful Woman ...who molded me...guided me...transformed me....its just my attempt at...bringing my children closer and helping them to know a little about Amma.
A simple woman,with high ambitions,I still cant relate to this amazing fact...She was not very highly Educated...coming from a Business background,and belonging to a tiny Village,The school system in those days was not too good,and,Amma had this passion to learn,go to college.But,she found herself being faced with lot of road blocks,She faced, a lot of hardships at a very tender age...she couldn't continue with her Education..being a drop out...her Ambition in life was to learn to speak,a foreign language.....with desire in heart..love for her siblings...she continued her life...with all the hardships...may be she was ridiculed...may be she was taken for granted...She reminds me of Cinderella....I'm trying to keep the language simple,I want my kids to read this and understand their Mamia....Yes,I can call this beautiful Lady..."Cinderella"....She found her Prince,my Papa...why do these fairy tales have such cute and happily ever after kind of endings..??...Well yet again,if they didn't then where's the difference between fairy tales and reality..???
Back to reality,Amma did like her life being married to her Prince,Living in a joint family may not seem very difficult,(ask me).Well you do have the,pros and cons.My Grandpa was the head of the huge Family consisting of 23 members in all plus the 8 maids and helpers.When growing up it was a big party time for me through out.Little did we as kids realize the pressure and tension of being a Adult.I would see my Amma...busy busy busy in the house all the time,catering to everyone,taking care of every one's needs,Never complaining,Never tired....yes, I did see those tears,wet pillows,( and not once did I ask her.....why??).
She had this beautiful nature,of making everyone feel welcomed.( may be, that is the reason why,we had so many guest coming over, every season and over staying their stay...ha)She not only took care of the Family,she was also very kind towards the 8 helpers.The fact is, even to this date she is fondly remembered by them.As a kid, I remember seeing them,waiting patiently for their "Kusum Akka".Some memories are so hard to wipe out,they remain with us cause we don't want to let go of them so easily,is it because we cling to it?? or is it because they are Fond memories??
Back then in my Home town,we had very few Convent schools,it was considered prestigious,to be student at these convent schools,comparatively,the school fees was almost twice the amount of any other school.It was my Amma's vision to see her kids go to these schools.I'm the proud one to say, I was the First kid, to get enrolled in a convent school,next followed by my siblings and then my younger cousins.
Amma was my Rock of Gibraltar, The strong one,and I leaned on her too much.( and she let me lean).Like all parents she too wanted to see me settle down have children.She made life less complicated,by just doing everyone Good and letting everyone take her for Granted..huh.She never complained to complain,that was one way she hid her insecurities,her hurt,her pain....Being a Simple Woman,she had no idea about the world around her,the meanness of the people around her, I'm pushed to believe that she either didn't understand or chose to ignore.I wish Amma taught me how to tackle the World around me,I had to learn it the hard way!! learn it by myself....Now that I know,I take it upon me to,mold my girls,make them aware of their surroundings.The Good and the Evil we get to see of the people,the back stabbers....the list goes on....Amma,amma,amma...didn't you see all this coming???? or is it that,You wanted, Me to learn it the hard way??
Amma I miss you,We all miss you...I wish you were here to see my babies grow.I try to walk in ur shoes Amma,But,naah its so difficult.You had such a Warm,Generous Heart,and I just can't seem to be, that, Generous in terms of Forgiving.You were a epitome of Tolerance,Patience,Kindness...Why is that I'm so different ??? Is it because I live in a different time?? or is it because, I'm incapable of being like You...Amma,I know You are always around us,I need your Strength,to face this world and raise my babies...to be like You !!!
"Miss you and Love You Amma....Always"
As a morning ritual I have (karela juice) bitter gourd juice with fenugreek seed powder mixed in.Been taking this since a long time now.As I was having this ...I got this strong urge to write ...in fact pour out my feelings...I know its impossible for most of us to write about certain topics,you need to be prepared mentally...go back in time,collect pieces from here and there,put them together and try to make some sense out of that story or the fact of life...which once seemed so true to you,which you are going to cherish or hold on too at times and situations they come up to haunt you or save you from your plight....some times they tease ... to ridicule you ...or it can also be a long hard grudge ......and at other times....They are just Fond Memories......
I have been wanting to write about a Person in my life...whom I took for granted...whom we all have taken for granted at some point in our life....Yet She is always there for us...in our Joys she is the one who sheds tears....out of Joy.....in our fears ..she is the one who shields us ....in our sorrow...she is the one we look up to for comfort...in our pain she is the one we run too...She has played the role Beautifully....Given care...Love...Warmth..and as I'm typing my eyes are moist at the thought of Her.....KUSUM my Mother...this is for You !!!!!...Love you Amma !!!
I'm confused as to where to begin,there is so much to write,so many beautiful memories...listening to the track by {Colonial Cousins} Indian Rali...memories crowding my mind.....I used to listen to this track once upon a time seems so long ago...growing up back home....I have come such a long long way...I the one who used to be so depending on my Amma all the while...(lets not make it my story...I want to remain in the background....and let my Amma take the lead role...Play her part)........
The most Beautiful woman,I have ever known, both inside and outside....most Patient...most tolerating...most caring...most giving...Simple down to Earth....with one goal in her Heart to give Love....may be she did have expectations...may be she did want Love back...she never asked and I never gave....Never showed her I cared...may be I just didn't...She was there for me..and I took advantage of her presence...that was it, life for me was made simple...I took no responsibilities,for anything...Amma was there a Strong back bone for All of us....little did I realize,this back bone of mine was actually deteriorating,was getting fragile,was getting weak..physically....Amma never complained... always was hardworking,keeping the family together...maintaining the Peace and covering up our flaws...what do I call you Amma??? Survivor...Warrior...Angel...I just know you as my "Amma".......
I want my children to know more about their..{Mamia}...my older child fondly called her..."Mamia". My little one never got a chance to know Amma,spend time with her...Love her. I may not be able to do full justice to this Wonderful Woman ...who molded me...guided me...transformed me....its just my attempt at...bringing my children closer and helping them to know a little about Amma.
A simple woman,with high ambitions,I still cant relate to this amazing fact...She was not very highly Educated...coming from a Business background,and belonging to a tiny Village,The school system in those days was not too good,and,Amma had this passion to learn,go to college.But,she found herself being faced with lot of road blocks,She faced, a lot of hardships at a very tender age...she couldn't continue with her Education..being a drop out...her Ambition in life was to learn to speak,a foreign language.....with desire in heart..love for her siblings...she continued her life...with all the hardships...may be she was ridiculed...may be she was taken for granted...She reminds me of Cinderella....I'm trying to keep the language simple,I want my kids to read this and understand their Mamia....Yes,I can call this beautiful Lady..."Cinderella"....She found her Prince,my Papa...why do these fairy tales have such cute and happily ever after kind of endings..??...Well yet again,if they didn't then where's the difference between fairy tales and reality..???
Back to reality,Amma did like her life being married to her Prince,Living in a joint family may not seem very difficult,(ask me).Well you do have the,pros and cons.My Grandpa was the head of the huge Family consisting of 23 members in all plus the 8 maids and helpers.When growing up it was a big party time for me through out.Little did we as kids realize the pressure and tension of being a Adult.I would see my Amma...busy busy busy in the house all the time,catering to everyone,taking care of every one's needs,Never complaining,Never tired....yes, I did see those tears,wet pillows,( and not once did I ask her.....why??).
She had this beautiful nature,of making everyone feel welcomed.( may be, that is the reason why,we had so many guest coming over, every season and over staying their stay...ha)She not only took care of the Family,she was also very kind towards the 8 helpers.The fact is, even to this date she is fondly remembered by them.As a kid, I remember seeing them,waiting patiently for their "Kusum Akka".Some memories are so hard to wipe out,they remain with us cause we don't want to let go of them so easily,is it because we cling to it?? or is it because they are Fond memories??
Back then in my Home town,we had very few Convent schools,it was considered prestigious,to be student at these convent schools,comparatively,the school fees was almost twice the amount of any other school.It was my Amma's vision to see her kids go to these schools.I'm the proud one to say, I was the First kid, to get enrolled in a convent school,next followed by my siblings and then my younger cousins.
Amma was my Rock of Gibraltar, The strong one,and I leaned on her too much.( and she let me lean).Like all parents she too wanted to see me settle down have children.She made life less complicated,by just doing everyone Good and letting everyone take her for Granted..huh.She never complained to complain,that was one way she hid her insecurities,her hurt,her pain....Being a Simple Woman,she had no idea about the world around her,the meanness of the people around her, I'm pushed to believe that she either didn't understand or chose to ignore.I wish Amma taught me how to tackle the World around me,I had to learn it the hard way!! learn it by myself....Now that I know,I take it upon me to,mold my girls,make them aware of their surroundings.The Good and the Evil we get to see of the people,the back stabbers....the list goes on....Amma,amma,amma...didn't you see all this coming???? or is it that,You wanted, Me to learn it the hard way??
Amma I miss you,We all miss you...I wish you were here to see my babies grow.I try to walk in ur shoes Amma,But,naah its so difficult.You had such a Warm,Generous Heart,and I just can't seem to be, that, Generous in terms of Forgiving.You were a epitome of Tolerance,Patience,Kindness...Why is that I'm so different ??? Is it because I live in a different time?? or is it because, I'm incapable of being like You...Amma,I know You are always around us,I need your Strength,to face this world and raise my babies...to be like You !!!
"Miss you and Love You Amma....Always"
Friday, May 4, 2012
Cleopatra: Thongs...Pads...Periods.. :I
Calling myself {Cleopatra} gives me this freedom to write and express myself with out any boundaries,I feel free to pen my thoughts down, it would have been the same if I called myself,anything but my Name.Hmm,the exclusivity of remaining hidden behind a pseudo name and doing things one cant fathom doing using her true Identity. :)
Well my family knows about this side of Me,Here I feel invisible and I can write down about my feelings not having to with hold any, out of pressure or out of fear.Let me not derail myself even before I have begun my journey today.The topic I want to discuss today is very Feminine.Let me spare the men the torture of reading this,so before I proceed any further let me caution you Guys...I'm going to discuss "Periods" for today!!!!
So,I woke up pretty early today,not expecting to be soaked in my own "period"...ah..yeah yeah its no more (Ewww) gone are the days of (eww). Lucky that I don't have to go through cramps,but yep bloating, big time.This becomes my worry zone if I have to attend any Party, :( Although by now I'm a pro at timing my arrivals..hehe ... If ur wondering why in the hell am I discussing my period in public,let me put it this way,this is my public online diary, for my 2 beautiful Critic and Fan's for whom I have been meaning to maintain a diary since very long,and leave it behind for my 2 beautiful girls to read and understand me better as a Mother and as a Woman,But some how I never got to, do it,My little black diary just remained in the back ground.So,here I'm writing about one small incident, nothing about it is special,its just another day.....Oh oh, I have this beautiful habit of hopping from one topic to another,so,I need to be reminded,what was it, that, I was going to share with you today.??... there are times when I'm taken by surprises,like for instance, today...so, I dragged myself out of bed,sighing, at the same time,it was such a relief to see "You are on time" (women know what I mean ) The fear of the so called "good news" is always haunting in the back of the head..isn't it.??/ unless you are trying to get pregnant." Good Luck "to ya !!.
Well, I was in the bathroom,fished out my dark colored underwear ( again, women know what I'm talking about ) and was sticking my pad,yep I'm a all pads girl,no Tampons for me,call me old fashioned,hip hip hurray for pads and pad lovers...;) and I saw this Purple colored box of "Thong Pads" staring back at me, from the bathroom closet.When am I ever gonna open that box I wondered..hehe.."Pads for Thongs."????..what are they gonna come up with next..???? However,I had just bought it out of curiosity,not that I'm going to experiment wearing my beautiful thongs,when I'm in my periods..eww . Well,don't you think we owe Thanks to the Bushmen of the Kalahari desert,for inspiring our designers,for designing the Thongs ??? :D...that also makes me wonder how do the women belonging to these clans and living far away from civilization manage with out pads or tampons ??? Has anyone wondered about it.??? I guess its time for me, to do my little research..hehe...I'll see you guys soon next time,until then...Be Good !!! Muah
Well my family knows about this side of Me,Here I feel invisible and I can write down about my feelings not having to with hold any, out of pressure or out of fear.Let me not derail myself even before I have begun my journey today.The topic I want to discuss today is very Feminine.Let me spare the men the torture of reading this,so before I proceed any further let me caution you Guys...I'm going to discuss "Periods" for today!!!!
So,I woke up pretty early today,not expecting to be soaked in my own "period"...ah..yeah yeah its no more (Ewww) gone are the days of (eww). Lucky that I don't have to go through cramps,but yep bloating, big time.This becomes my worry zone if I have to attend any Party, :( Although by now I'm a pro at timing my arrivals..hehe ... If ur wondering why in the hell am I discussing my period in public,let me put it this way,this is my public online diary, for my 2 beautiful Critic and Fan's for whom I have been meaning to maintain a diary since very long,and leave it behind for my 2 beautiful girls to read and understand me better as a Mother and as a Woman,But some how I never got to, do it,My little black diary just remained in the back ground.So,here I'm writing about one small incident, nothing about it is special,its just another day.....Oh oh, I have this beautiful habit of hopping from one topic to another,so,I need to be reminded,what was it, that, I was going to share with you today.??... there are times when I'm taken by surprises,like for instance, today...so, I dragged myself out of bed,sighing, at the same time,it was such a relief to see "You are on time" (women know what I mean ) The fear of the so called "good news" is always haunting in the back of the head..isn't it.??/ unless you are trying to get pregnant." Good Luck "to ya !!.
Well, I was in the bathroom,fished out my dark colored underwear ( again, women know what I'm talking about ) and was sticking my pad,yep I'm a all pads girl,no Tampons for me,call me old fashioned,hip hip hurray for pads and pad lovers...;) and I saw this Purple colored box of "Thong Pads" staring back at me, from the bathroom closet.When am I ever gonna open that box I wondered..hehe.."Pads for Thongs."????..what are they gonna come up with next..???? However,I had just bought it out of curiosity,not that I'm going to experiment wearing my beautiful thongs,when I'm in my periods..eww . Well,don't you think we owe Thanks to the Bushmen of the Kalahari desert,for inspiring our designers,for designing the Thongs ??? :D...that also makes me wonder how do the women belonging to these clans and living far away from civilization manage with out pads or tampons ??? Has anyone wondered about it.??? I guess its time for me, to do my little research..hehe...I'll see you guys soon next time,until then...Be Good !!! Muah
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Reality....Acceptance...and ...Realization
Tilting my head ,I listen to Soft words tossed in with the
Harsh Truth / Reality an Amalgamation of Fine Tuning..You crave for the
unknown..I crave for it too...We all do don't we..? at the cost of..?
Mesmerized by Life Walking on a tight rope,Trying to Balance out the
Imbalance of Nature The Life...Ever reached out for the Forbidden
Fruit..?? I have....Capturing the Heart...Surrendering my Soul..In turn
for the Burn..!! Pains like hell..huh
Patience,Tolerance,Acceptance,Compromise,Adjustment,Disappointment,Expectations..Dreams...half filled yet to be Fulfilled...and we Bind in a Blinding Bondage.To live life for a purpose..Supporting and Embracing the various Shortcomings ..proceeding on a Journey and collecting the left over shreds { are U trying to weave it or glue it together ??} gluing would be a Torture ...Yet we all do it...Isn't it in our Nature..??
I'm on a Tortuous Road. Acting out in a Haste...Deprived of the taste..Leashes out Anger..Same Old Untold stories from the Past...Rubbed In and Whispered into Deaf Ears..makes me wonder from time to time...Are they all deaf around me or is it that i ain't being Heard..?? Yep..i realize its difficult to hear a Choked voice..Least.. don't point a Finger in my direction..I tried..Untying the knots U tied..thinking of prolonging..I use my legs rather than Hands !! Hard Nut to crack I'm.
Harboring Hope...Elevating my thoughts ..discarding the Diabolical Images...Ridding the Slavery...those are still Fresh...Would Slavery be the Right choice of word ?
Restricting Words / Feelings ..Confuses me...I would rather be content Drinking my very own home made filter coffee..than go out for it....Unless I'm Thinking of some Latte with Skimmed Milk and Sugar...:)
Walking alone I turn around to see...My foot prints on sand being washed away..My heart sinks...so does my heel..in the soft sands...Clinging On to the Nostalgic past....Capturing this Moment....Moving towards the Future....Do You wanna look back..to Ponder...to Cherish to give it One more try..to Linger a while..to Hold On..
Can you lend me your Shoulder to Cry On..??
Reflections...of where i was..Who Am I..?? its a Magicians Illusions partly Real Partly fake...Don't Scratch the Surface unless you want Broken Nails,Fishing out some Kind Words...have you tried undoing an Omelet ?? Mastering my Art at it...Impossible ..Hmm
That's what we are programmed for what we are led into believing....Synchronizing takes a whole lifetime ...It isn't a pleasant tune all the time..Balancing the Act and performing on a Tight Rope !!
Living Life where Truth prevails....Innocence I see in their Eyes...Pure Love...Tugging at my extra few Pounds of jiggles...They Happily Giggle...I ain't Shy to Disrobe or Care any for Those Stretch marks...Cause the Little Fingers just Adore them...and Giggle at every jiggle...This is where I find Bliss....This is where I find Pure Joy....Laughter I don't need to Fake...I know...I'm ..Loved / Wanted / Cared / Praised / Accepted / Appreciated / Admired......The Happy Faces ....and the Innocent Smiles ..says it All...............................................AM I COMPLETE ????
I was Carved to be Craved !!!!
Patience,Tolerance,Acceptance,Compromise,Adjustment,Disappointment,Expectations..Dreams...half filled yet to be Fulfilled...and we Bind in a Blinding Bondage.To live life for a purpose..Supporting and Embracing the various Shortcomings ..proceeding on a Journey and collecting the left over shreds { are U trying to weave it or glue it together ??} gluing would be a Torture ...Yet we all do it...Isn't it in our Nature..??
I'm on a Tortuous Road. Acting out in a Haste...Deprived of the taste..Leashes out Anger..Same Old Untold stories from the Past...Rubbed In and Whispered into Deaf Ears..makes me wonder from time to time...Are they all deaf around me or is it that i ain't being Heard..?? Yep..i realize its difficult to hear a Choked voice..Least.. don't point a Finger in my direction..I tried..Untying the knots U tied..thinking of prolonging..I use my legs rather than Hands !! Hard Nut to crack I'm.
Harboring Hope...Elevating my thoughts ..discarding the Diabolical Images...Ridding the Slavery...those are still Fresh...Would Slavery be the Right choice of word ?
Restricting Words / Feelings ..Confuses me...I would rather be content Drinking my very own home made filter coffee..than go out for it....Unless I'm Thinking of some Latte with Skimmed Milk and Sugar...:)
Walking alone I turn around to see...My foot prints on sand being washed away..My heart sinks...so does my heel..in the soft sands...Clinging On to the Nostalgic past....Capturing this Moment....Moving towards the Future....Do You wanna look back..to Ponder...to Cherish to give it One more try..to Linger a while..to Hold On..
Can you lend me your Shoulder to Cry On..??
Reflections...of where i was..Who Am I..?? its a Magicians Illusions partly Real Partly fake...Don't Scratch the Surface unless you want Broken Nails,Fishing out some Kind Words...have you tried undoing an Omelet ?? Mastering my Art at it...Impossible ..Hmm
That's what we are programmed for what we are led into believing....Synchronizing takes a whole lifetime ...It isn't a pleasant tune all the time..Balancing the Act and performing on a Tight Rope !!
Living Life where Truth prevails....Innocence I see in their Eyes...Pure Love...Tugging at my extra few Pounds of jiggles...They Happily Giggle...I ain't Shy to Disrobe or Care any for Those Stretch marks...Cause the Little Fingers just Adore them...and Giggle at every jiggle...This is where I find Bliss....This is where I find Pure Joy....Laughter I don't need to Fake...I know...I'm ..Loved / Wanted / Cared / Praised / Accepted / Appreciated / Admired......The Happy Faces ....and the Innocent Smiles ..says it All...............................................AM I COMPLETE ????
I was Carved to be Craved !!!!
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