tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60564633746482189972024-02-21T01:33:45.531+05:30ZenOspHere!I talk U listen!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.comBlogger59125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-11625082289818091952016-03-02T22:22:00.004+05:302016-03-02T22:23:50.442+05:30The inevitable shift<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Looking down upon myself,<br />
I don't always like what I see.</div>
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Painful thoughts, Guarded lies,<br />
That maintain the darkness surrounding me.</div>
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Demonic eyes that flash through,<br />
As they X-ray my hesitant soul.</div>
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I feel an earthquake deep inside,<br />
Jolting foundations of structures old.</div>
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Pristinely they towered away,<br />
Inspiring in me most awe, </div>
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Now they lay waste these structures of clay, <br />
As the earth beneath them begins to thaw. </div>
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Buried deep within it now I see ....<br />
All those eyes, a part of me.<br />
My guilt, my shame, my envy, pride;<br />
The lust and jealousy I want to hide.</div>
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My hurt, my pain I dare to feel, <br />
My humanness as they reveal.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-26400749401730529262016-03-02T22:15:00.002+05:302016-03-02T22:16:33.718+05:30Transition<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I see it clearly but don't want to admit,<br />
The colours fade out bit by bit,<br />
Revealing the deep deep parts of grey<br />
As fond old colours are washed away.<br />
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My sullen face seems to pretend </div>
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To find its peace as it faces the end </div>
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Of childish dreams that the adult thwarts, </div>
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Of ridiculous hopes left to rot: </div>
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Deep in the grave where the tears dry.</div>
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To the weary soul, the naive li'l heart confides.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-12106949601272191272012-10-28T00:45:00.003+05:302012-10-28T01:17:54.001+05:30How Scared?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Zena:
U know what ....M actually scared for my future</div>
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N its
not even funny now<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>M scared like watching exorcism scared.
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Runcil: nice day u chose to watch that.’</div>
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Zena: No I'm not watching it! I'm describing how scared I am<br />
<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I
hardly watched exorcist, closed my eyes n ears for half the movie!</div>
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(Somewhere in 2010)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-61453888802322364552012-10-28T00:42:00.004+05:302012-10-28T00:42:28.176+05:30Establishing Ties <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> <span style="color: #b45f06;"> This is a snippet of the exchange that takes place between the Little prince and the Fox in <span class="userContent">Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's "The Little Prince"</span> . I personally like this part, there is wisdom in it as well as innocence in the way it is portrayed ....here is an edited version...</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "No," said the little prince. "I am looking for friends. What does that mean--'tame'?"<br /><br />"It is an act too often neglected," said the fox. It means to establish ties."<br /><br />"'To establish ties'?"<br /><br />"Just
that," said the fox. "To me, you are still nothing more than a little
boy who is just like a hundred thousand other little boys. And I have no
need of you. And you, on your part, have no need of me. To you, I am
nothing more than a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes. But if you
tame me, then we shall need each other. To me, you will be unique in all
the world. To you, I shall be unique in all the world . . ."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "My life is very monotonous," the fox said. "I hunt chickens; men hunt
me. All the chickens are just alike, and all the men are just alike.
And, in consequence, I am a little bored. But if you tame me, it will be
as if the sun came to shine on my life. I shall know the sound of a
step that will be different from all the others. Other steps send me
hurrying back underneath the ground. Yours will call me, like music, out
of my burrow. And then look: you see the grain-fields down yonder? The wheat fields have nothing
to say to me. And that is sad. But you have hair that is the color of
gold. Think how wonderful that will be when you have tamed me! The
grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I
shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . ." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">
"Please--tame me!" he said. </span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
"I want to, very much," the little prince replied. "But I have not much
time. I have friends to discover, and a great many things to
understand." </span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
"One only understands the things that one tames," said the fox.</span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Men
have no more time to understand anything. They buy things all ready made
at the shops. But there is no shop anywhere where one can buy
friendship, and so men have no friends any more. If you want a friend,
tame me . . ."
</span></div>
<br />
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
"What must I do, to tame you?" asked the little prince. </span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
"You must be very patient, first you will sit down at
a little distance from me--like that--in the grass. I shall look at you
out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the
source of misunderstandings. But you will sit a little closer to me,
every day . . ." </span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
The next day the little prince came back. </span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
"It would have been better to come back at the same hour," said the fox.
"If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at
three o'clock I shall begin to be happy. I shall feel happier and
happier as the hour advances. At four o'clock, I shall already be
worrying and jumping about. I shall show you how happy I am! But if you
come at just any time, I shall never know at what hour my heart is to be
ready to greet you . . . One must observe the proper rites . . ." </span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
"What is a rite?" asked the little prince. </span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
"Those also are actions too often neglected," said the fox. "They are
what make one day different from other days, one hour from other hours."</span></div>
<br />
<br />
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near--
</span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry."
</span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ."
</span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
</span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince.
</span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Yes, that is so," said the fox.
</span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"Then it has done you no good at all!"
</span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields." </span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"> "Go and look again at the roses. You will understand now that yours is
unique in all the world"</span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
The little prince went away, to look again at the roses. </span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
"You are not at all like my rose," he said. "As yet you are nothing. No
one has tamed you, and you have tamed no one. You are like my fox when I
first knew him. He was only a fox like a hundred thousand other foxes.
But I have made him my friend, and now he is unique in all the world." </span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
"It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important." </span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
"It is the time I have wasted for my rose--" said the little prince, so that he would be sure to remember. </span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
"Men have forgotten this truth," said the fox. "But you must not forget
it. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed. You are
responsible for your rose . . ." </span></div>
<div align="justify">
<br /></div>
<div align="justify">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">
"I am responsible for my rose," the little prince repeated, so that he would be sure to remember.
</span>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-28871747145385251192012-08-19T22:20:00.001+05:302012-08-19T22:20:25.564+05:30Justice Sunday! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
If great thoughts and sensible words were enough I could have changed the world by now........<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-87979993718803501192012-07-30T20:14:00.004+05:302016-03-24T12:11:33.301+05:30Through Heaven's eyes<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I love watching Disney Movies and I personally think they have a lot to teach us....</div>
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They are generally positive and never fail to remind us of some of the values we need to hold..</div>
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<div style="text-align: center;">
'Through Heaven's Eyes' is a song form the animated movie "The Prince of Egypt".</div>
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Here are the lyrics in case you find it difficult to follow the words in the song...Watch the video!</div>
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<blockquote class="tr_bq">
A single thread in a tapestry <br />
Through its color brightly shine <br />
Can never see its purpose <br />
In the pattern of the grand design <br />
<br />
And the stone that sits on the very top <br />
Of the mountains mighty face <br />
Does it think its more important <br />
Than the stones that form the base? <br />
<br />
So how can you see what your life is worth <br />
Or where your value lies? <br />
You can never see through the eyes of man <br />
You must look at your life <br />
<br />
Look at your life through heavens eyes <br />
Lai-la-lai... <br />
<br />
A lake of gold in the desert sand <br />
Is less than a cool fresh spring <br />
And to one lost sheep, a shepherd boy <br />
Is greater than the richest king <br />
If a man lose everything he owns <br />
Has he truly lost his worth? <br />
Or is it the beginning <br />
Of a new and brighter birth? <br />
<br />
So how do you measure the worth of a man <br />
In wealth or strength or size? <br />
In how much he gained or how much he gave? <br />
The answer will come <br />
The answer will come to him who tries <br />
To look at his life through heavens eyes <br />
<br />
And thats why we share all we have with you <br />
Though theres little to be found <br />
When all you've got is nothing <br />
Theres a lot to go around <br />
<br />
No life can escape being blown about <br />
By the winds of change and chance <br />
And though you never know all the steps <br />
You must learn to join the dance <br />
You must learn to join the dance <br />
Lai-la-lai... <br />
<br />
So how do you judge what a man is worth <br />
By what he builds or buys? <br />
You can never see with your eyes on earth <br />
Look through heavens eyes <br />
Look at your life <br />
Look at your life <br />
Look at your life through heaven's eyes</blockquote>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-1433094915300536402012-07-29T23:09:00.001+05:302012-07-30T00:36:01.909+05:30The Divine Intervention....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In Summary....<br />
I was dead hungry, sitting in the computer room doing some reading during our "five minute" break, had a thought the girls may order for sandwiches, and I'd go and order one, but alas my computer would be occupied if I did get up.....<br />
A fleeting thought passed my mind, "Lord let him bring an extra Saada(plain) Sandwich".<br />
Tummy rumbled.....<br />
Received a message that class started. <br />
Enter class.(Look around for Sandwiches) <br />
No sandwiches. <br />
Relief!<br />
"They must have not placed an order!",<br />
I wouldn't have to watch the others eat as my tummy rumbled with regret.<br />
Then as though waiting for his cue.... <br />
Enter Sandwich walla!<br />
I slump... <br />
My mind goes "Ooooooohhhhhhhh crap!!"<br />
"Please let him have an extra one God! please!"<br />
"How will one materialize now stupid!", said my well intentioned mind.<br />
<br />
Sandwich walla helps student distribute sandwich,<br />
"Bina Kaanda"(No onions),<br />
"Kam thika" (less spicy),<br />
"Toast" (Toast),<br />
"Saada"(Plain)<br />
OUCH ... Tummy rumbled.......<br />
<br />
When suddenly,<br />
"Who ordered for another Saada?"<br />
......Silence.....<br />
I looked around, hoping no one raised their hand.<br />
My classmate called out again,<br />
No one raised their hand,<br />
promptly my hand goes up,<br />
"Ill buy that!!"<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
"One Sandwich Miracle coming right up!"<br />
<br />
Thanks God!!! :*<br />
<br />
<br />
Please make haste and send my I- pad now ;) :D</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-59185702715418364582012-07-25T20:03:00.002+05:302012-07-25T20:03:30.520+05:30Thought..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
"It is in our weakness we find our strength"<br />
<br />
It is comfortable to have everything going for you or to be at the top of your game. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-63295018999474359622012-06-29T22:37:00.000+05:302012-06-29T22:37:51.475+05:30Thought for the day...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It is as important to be a receiver as it is to be a Giver.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-59954092695541120582012-03-15T21:51:00.002+05:302012-07-30T00:36:36.470+05:30Everyone has their place!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today as I was getting ready to get into a Comfortably-Empty Madh bus to reach the tuition's, two things happened,<br />
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<li> I got annoyed when saw a couple of men blocking the entrance, making it difficult to get in.</li>
<li>A man stopped his bike exactly in front of the door, in this confusion I wasn't able to enter into that Comfortably-Empty Madh bus! I rolled my eyes at that man very annoyed that I was delayed due to no fault of my own. I rolled my eyes again thinking about the damn situation and stood waiting for another bus to come. </li>
</ol>
As a Somewhat-Crowded Marve bus arrived three successive thoughts crossed my mind,<br />
<ul style="text-align: left;">
<li>"Great this bus is crowded I could have just entered the previous bus" (great annoyance at the motorist)</li>
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<li>"Wait a minute that's something that doesn't happen all the time(thought about chance encounters, and empty buses that other delays have brought), is God trying to do something"</li>
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<li> "Oh shit I forgot the papers!!!!!"</li>
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As the Somewhat-Crowded Marve bus was approaching I rushed back home to pick up the Geography papers that I had checked and had to return weeks ago to the students of standard 10th. I kept forgetting to take it along and asked a student to remind me today, despite the reminder I had forgotten to take the papers along. I laughed at myself and said a 'Thank God' ....at least God had done the job effectively!<br />
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As I went back to the bus stop I was pleasantly surprised at the sight of the Extremely-Empty Marve bus approaching the stop.<br />
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I kept saying thanks to God and Christ! <br />
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I cant say that I still wasn't annoyed with that motorist, I cant curse him for making me miss the bus too.<br />
The motorist is still annoying but Thank God for him!<br />
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Whoever you are Mr Motorist..... <br />
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God Bless U!.<br />
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Last Sunday one member from a NGO called <a href="http://www.thinkfoundation.org/"><span style="color: blue;">Think
foundation</span></a> came to our parish to tell us about Thalassemia . Since
we decided to organize a blood donation drive the priest in-charge of the youth
suggested that we do it for this cause. It was really enlightening to hear this
man speak as I didn't know much about the disorder and what the people
suffering from it go through.. For those of you who don't know what Thalassemia
is here is some info on the topic ..</div>
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<b>
Thalassemia</b>
is a genetic blood disease. People born with this disease cannot make normal
hemoglobin (anemia) which is needed to produce healthy red blood cells.</div>
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</b>People with a thalassemia mutation
only in one gene are carriers or are said to have<b> thalassemia minor</b>.
Thalassemia minor results in no anemia or very slight anemia. Carriers do not
require blood transfusion or iron therapy, unless proven to be iron deficient.<br />
Children born with <b>thalassemia major</b> usually develop the symptoms of
severe anemia within the first year of life. The lack the ability to produce
hemoglobin.Prolonged anemia will cause bone deformities and eventually will
lead to death within the first decade of life. The only treatment to combat
severe anemia is regular blood transfusions (often every 2 to 4 weeks).
These transfusions helps them maintain normal hemoglobin and red blood cell
levels.</div>
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Because the hemoglobin in red blood cells is an iron-rich protein, regular
blood transfusions can lead to a buildup of iron in the blood. This condition
is called <b>iron overload</b>. It damages the liver, heart, and other parts of
the body. </div>
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To
prevent this damage, <b>iron chelation therapy</b> is needed to remove excess iron
from the body. Two medicines are used for iron chelation therapy. </div>
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<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;">Deferoxamine is
a liquid medicine that's given slowly under the skin, usually with a small
portable pump used overnight. This therapy takes time and can be mildly
painful. Side effects include problems with vision and hearing. </li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; tab-stops: list .5in;">Deferasirox is a
pill taken once daily. Side effects include headache, nausea (feeling sick
to the stomach), vomiting, diarrhea, joint pain, and fatigue
(tiredness).(Info edited from this <a href="http://www.nhlbi.nih.gov/health/dci/Diseases/Thalassemia/Thalassemia_WhatIs.html"><span style="color: blue;">site</span></a>)</li>
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Undergoing transfusions every two weeks from the time you are kids is no small
feat, it is a way of life for these patients, the person from the NGO told us
that they even joke about it. Also because of the high number of transfusions
they undergo they have a greater risk of contracting various blood-borne
diseases such as HIV, AIDS, hepatitis B, hepatitis C. Apart from this they are
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Mr V told us that since every disease has a window period when the virus cannot
be detected, sometimes the patients can receive infected blood and not know
about it. The best and safest donors are those who donate blood voluntarily and
this is one of the reasons that the NGO conducts blood donation drives almost every
day, so that blood banks are stocked with enough blood from "safe
donors" and there is enough for those suffering from thalassemia or any
other disorder.</div>
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I have been donating blood once a year from the time I turned 18 and never
thought twice about it. I didn't think about where the blood went, who it must
go to and about what a difference I would be making by this one act that I did
without even thinking too much about. Last Sunday I realized what it can mean,
not only for people suffering from thalassemia<b> </b>but from any other
disease or disorder, that there is enough of blood stocked in the blood banks.
It makes this drive we are conducting even more meaningful and has filled
me with the enthusiasm to see a lot of people coming to donate blood on 25th
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everyone I know about the drive. Whether it is to donate blood, spread the
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Today is Holi the Indian festival of colors, the celebration
brotherhood, and harvest and of the triumph of good over Evil! To read more
about the festival go <a href="http://hinduism.about.com/od/holifestivalofcolors/a/celebrateholi.htm">here</a>.<br />
Today is also Women's day ......sigh....... I would be pleased if Men's day was
celebrated with equal enthusiasm here. All this while I thought that Men didn't
have a day dedicated to them, that was just my ignorance, it turns out they do!
19th November is celebrated as <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Men%27s_Day">International
Men's day</a><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/International_Men%27s_Day">.</a>
The <a href="http://www.un.org/cyberschoolbus/womensday/pages/how_content_1.asp">history
</a>of Women's day is pretty cool, however if we talk about inequality I don't
know how much having an International day for women helps, maybe it is just
ignorance talking, Google can tell me only as much as I am willing to read :)<br />
It’s great to have
an international Women's day and a Men's day........ However it would be even
better if we had an International Gender Equality day! A day not just for men
or women but for both, where we promote respect for oneself and the opposite
gender as well as understand the needs and problems and inequalities that <b>both</b>
the genders face. I am uncomfortable to be put on a pedestal and have
stereotypical attributes assigned to me just because I am a Woman. I really
don't know how it is around the world, but around where I live, there is no
equality between genders and all of us are somehow expected to fit in roles
assigned by the society and sometimes instead of gender equality we see the
empowerment of just the women folk. Men are victims of gender inequality too;
they are also playing by the rules of society. While this may be fine for some
people, there are people who may feel pressured by society expecting them to
behave in a certain way. I am a conformist to a certain extent and I am greatly
influenced by society's expectations of me, I fear rejection, this attitude
keeps me from really expressing who I am and sometimes even I can be in the
dark about that.<br />
I don't know if I am ready to say
that I am going to take a stand about it, but after this post is published I can’t
go around with a blank look on my face and deny that I ever wrote such a thing,
it will become my responsibility to mind my thoughts, actions and words so
at-least form my side there isn't any <a href="http://changingminds.org/explanations/theories/cognitive_dissonance.htm">cognitive
dissonance</a> ;) <br />
Sophia’s
( my college) has made me less prejudiced about women but more prejudiced about
men, so now it’s up to me to delete those thoughts and adopt a more balanced
outlook. This is going to mean not smirking when I see one of my guy friends
check himself out in the nearest reflecting surface, or when one tells me that
he is applying Livon silky potion to his hair when I complimented him about it,
it means that I may not even go "awwwwwww" in my head
when I see a guy get emotional or play with a baby or write poetry or be super
sensitive, or think something’s wrong if he isn't into something macho, or
talks with a mildly flailing hand( U c how influenced I am). It is possible
that I may even NOT externally do the above because some of it- specifically
the "awww" moments- I am fond of, but I know for sure that there is
going to be some difference in my thoughts and actions regarding this issue.<br />
And if
you'll think I am being prejudiced about a particular gender you can remind me
of what I have written or forever hold your peace, of course because it is in
my nature I will counter you with a quick but witty retort but yes I will
remember and will be grateful to you for reminding me :).<br />
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Today as I was swabbing the floor I was thinking about the stuff going on in my life and how a lot of things are beyond my control, some people and some events, while this is a plain and simple fact at times it can be annoying that things aren't going your way or comfortably smooth. As thoughts went from one thing to another something struck me, the thought that these happenings color my life. I obviously if left to my own devices would never expose myself to some of the people and some of the situations that I have been exposed to recently, they have been highly confusing some even meaningless and hurtful. But then its experience that I am gaining from them, a new skill, learning a way of dealing with people, so although I wish life to be roses... this is what it actually is and I guess I will benefit form experiencing it completely.<br />
There was this line I said to myself at the that time that 'God gives us situations that would prepare us for the point in time where our prayers <b>will</b> be answered' and I believe that to be true, through my personal experience I can say that God answers our prayers and eventually the situations that we face, however overwhelming it may be at the moment, all seems to make sense. As a Christian also sometimes the challenge is to keep the hope alive, that whatever the situation that I or my family is in I have a loving God who loves us more that we may ever love our selves, our children or whoever we may love most, that God will not let me down.<br />
The two readings of today also echo this faith that we are called to have. In the <a href="http://www.ewtn.com/devotionals/estherc.htm">first reading</a> we see Queen Esther's faith as she makes an appeal to God to come to her aid in the difficult situation that she is facing. In the <a href="http://www.ewtn.com/vbible/search.asp?abbr=Matt&ch=7&bv1=7&ev1=12">Gospel</a> Jesus tells us to trust that God wants what is best for us and answers our prayers, "Ask and you will receive".<br />
It was amazing how my thoughts were echoed in today's readings. The psalms thanked God for being there by us always.<br />
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<b>Lord, on the day I called for help, you answered me.</b><br />
I will give thanks to you, O LORD, with all my heart,<br />
for you have heard the words of my mouth;<br />
in the presence of the angels I will sing your praise;<br />
I will worship at your holy temple<br />
and give thanks to your name.</div>
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Yes situations are still not ideal they most probably never will be, however there is the assurance that I am in safe and loving hands and am moving towards something good and yes there is going to be some point in time where I am going to realize that ALL my prayers are answered in the most amazing of ways possible. Till then the challenge is to keep singing to God and to keep the faith.</div>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-64498817464782450262012-02-29T20:23:00.005+05:302012-02-29T20:32:30.320+05:30Thinking<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If you think you are beaten, you are;<br />
If you think you dare not, you won't,<br />
If you like to win, but don't think you can,<br />
Its almost a clinch you won't.<br />
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If you think you'll lose, you're lost;<br />
For out in the world you find,<br />
Success begins with a fellow's will;<br />
It's all in a state of mind.<br />
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For many a game is lost<br />
Ere even a play is run,<br />
And many a coward falls<br />
Ere even his work begun,<br />
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Think Big and your deed will grow,<br />
Think small and you'll fall behind;<br />
Think that you can and you will,<br />
It's all a state if mind.<br />
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If you think you are out-classed, you are;<br />
You've got to think high to rise;<br />
You've got to be sure of yourself before,<br />
You can ever win a prize.<br />
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Life battles don't always go<br />
To the stronger of faster man,<br />
But sooner of later, the man who wins<br />
is the fellow who thinks he can.<br />
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-Walter D. Wintle<br />
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I came across this poem when I was going through some of my stuff
recently, I like this poem... I like reading inspiring stuff now and
then......the poem is called " The man who thinks he can" or "Thinking"
and is written by Walter D. Wintle I haven't found much on him ....
Wiki says that there are many versions of this poem and people are
unable to figure out which is the original....<br />
This is the version I have hope you liked it! </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-67892852105121227532012-02-29T00:12:00.001+05:302012-02-29T00:12:02.169+05:30Addiction....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
It it isn't Facebook it is my Blog :(</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-85531517852027460402012-02-27T21:24:00.003+05:302012-02-28T00:18:35.250+05:30What I did in Haregaon<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I was in Haregaon for Six days, generally when girls go for a come-and-see it is generally one month, they are given a particular thing to do to pass their time there, it may involve teaching the hostilities or helping out in some way. I was to help sister Marie and Sister Philla in training a group of girls of the ninth standard English class in putting up an extremely simplified version of Shakespeare's "Merchant of Venice". The lines were simple however it was a mammoth task for the Girls to do it, most of them managed to rote learn the lines. They understood what the lines meant, however when they would get nervous they would make many grammatical mistakes.They practiced a lot when I was there and I am sure that they will do a good Job of it in the coming weeks. Here is a picture of the girls with Sister Philla and Sister Marie...One of the Girls is hiding in the picture as she was really annoyed that I was leaving ....<br />
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Well the skit was one of the things I was doing, here I used to wake up at 6am and accompany the sisters and the girls to the nearby church for mass... Then around 11 am I accompanied Sister Shubadra my roomie to the Balwadi which is another name for play school. The Kids there were real cute, everyone greets you with a Nameste when you enter and leave.. Its nice to be greeted with a Nameste it is something we don't do often in Mumbai.. They have one amazing teacher in the Balwadi ,her name is Maria, she suffers from a skin disease because of which she cant go out in the sun so there is another helper employed to take the kids out. Maria is amazing! especially when it comes to storytelling. The normally distracted kids pay such rapt attention during story time ....her stories are interspersed with songs pertaining to the stories.. It is great fun watching the kids anticipate the song and happily sing along! Here is a picture of Maria and the kids during story time ! I wish I could have taken a video, but my phone does not have a great camera for videos....:(<br />
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Apart from this I also spent my time reading, I read a few interesting articles given to me by Sister Philla. I also read a book on the Society. However most of the time I was with this book ......<br />
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The book simply asks us to adopt an attitude of praising God whatever the circumstances we are in... This is not an easy thing to do, but the book talks about how we can benefit from this attitude. If you believe in God this makes some sense, if we believe our lives our run by God we can also believe that whatever situation that we are in even if it seems to be hopeless... will bring something good. The book is also about accepting blessings in your life and not being afraid to just live and be glad to be alive and enjoy what life gives. I really liked it because it made a lot of sense to me... I also needed to read something like this at the time .....<br />
Apart from the sisters and the girls in the hostel the convent was home to three dogs that were adopted by the sisters there, the male Prince is a cross between a German Shepherd and a street dog. He has his female pals Sonie and Tipsy. The dogs are kept in their cages during the day, because school which is on the same premises is on during the day and the dogs aren't very nice with men. Prince and Sonie are around 12 or 13 years old.... Lately Prince has been howling in his cage during the day, because of which he is tied out, he has used this opportunity to dig a huge hole in the ground, I guess it is for the harsh summers there! The hole is real deep!<br />
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Shrirampur is known for its Sugar factories, there are huge sugarcane farms here. The Sugarcane factory in Haregaon had closed down few years ago, leaving a lot of people there jobless. The people have now either started shops, do some odd jobs around the place or have to travel very far for employment. The place also sees 12 Hour power cuts, its from 12pm to 12am for one week and 12am to 12pm in another because of this some of the people have to spend on inverters so that their kids can comfortably study. Its sad that they have to face this when in Mumbai we use and abuse electricity like its nobody's business.<br />
As I was leaving I saw a lady cobbler sitting at the side of the road. Now I have never seen a lady cobbler in my life, I just assumed its something that men do..Since I have seen only male cobblers in Mumbai. The sister with me told me that she was happy that the women here seem to be empowered,sometimes more than men.....Its is a good thing.... but it would be better if the both were empowered equally... <br />
One thing I learn t in Haregaon is that, to receive you have to give! I gave a little love to the girls that I was dealing with and I received loads in return! Not just here, I have observed this in other areas of my life.. there is great satisfaction in giving more and the more U give the more u seem to get in return!<br />
All in all it was a good experience I learned a lot about what a vocation is thru chatting with the sisters... They have a nice way of life... I still think I have to process a lot of it ..However, I am glad finally made the decision to go there...... <br />
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This is a sort of monologue from the movie "Cast Away", it is a good watch. Today, I caught the end but I really liked what Tom Hanks said, so even though it is a long dialogue I think its worth a watch. This is the scene after his farewell to Kelly... I do hope most of you'll have seen the movie, for those of you who haven't here is a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cast_Away">link.</a><br />
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Cheryl sent me this video which was very funny...this is one of the songs she likes :). I like the way this guy has done the interpretive dance, so I watched some more videos and realized that this is some British version of "Whose line is it any way". This show that is aired on BBC is called "Fast and Loose" Its nice and it has *drum roll and loud applause* <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wayne_Brady">WAYNE BRADY!!</a> the only other show I have seen him on is whose line, but he is Brilliant! Its great fun watching all of them come up with the most hilarious of things !!! :D<br />
Please check out this and other videos if U need some laughs, I was laughing out loud at this one down here.<br />
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Good nite now :) <br />
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FAmily .........<br />
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<li>If there is one thing I have learn't .. is that things don't remain secret any longer ......When you put the "Ill tell U but U don't tell anybody s" together...U realize EVERYONE Knows .......they just need one to admit it.</li>
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<li>Everyone Bitches.</li>
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<li>Sometimes ...when U Know someone is heading for hell You let them Get there discover it and get back ... And Save the precious "I told U so s" .</li>
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<li>They Say "I don't care" but they still Do...</li>
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<li>They Say "I don't want to know" cos they know they will eventually find out.... </li>
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<li>Some of the major lessons U learn are by observing your Family.</li>
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<li>U learn to avoid some major Mistakes by observing them too.</li>
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<li>They Cry for sad occasions like a death and joyous occasions like a marriage too.</li>
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<li>They sometimes cry for no reason at all.</li>
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<li>After a certain point even the Dogs start farting silently and Looking around for the culprit. </li>
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<li>Keeping the toilet door open while Crapping and Peeing is not considered an offense.</li>
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<li>They check out whether your partner has a stable Financial background and a Job, at the same time emphasizing the fact that money doesn't always matter ....</li>
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<li>"Ill pay" "Ill pay" "no Ill pay".....pay up damn it!</li>
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<li>If Given a chance almost half of the "I dos" would have been changed to "I donts".(or so they say ;) )</li>
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<li>Mothers can use Motherhood as means of emotional blackmail. </li>
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<li>Children always think they are grown ups and Grown ups........well children DON'T grow up don't U know ?</li>
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<li>Those who don't have the guts to kill U will only make U stronger !</li>
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<li>U realize that sometimes there is some truth to those 'K' serials ......</li>
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<li>Everyone thinks they are right and in a funny way ...... they all are.</li>
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Love, Hate, Agreements, Disagreements, tears and Laughter,calm serenity and angry outburst......yes there are downs and ups, family are the only people we never consiously choose to be with ....we are placed there by God for his own reasons. At the end of the day, no matter how annoyed, hurt or irritated we are we always gotta remember this line, "what to do they are family know?" :)<br />
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"Families are like fudge - mostly sweet with a few nuts." <i>-Author Unknown</i></blockquote>
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-55552691216986134492012-01-19T18:39:00.000+05:302012-07-03T00:53:01.131+05:30Schrodinger's Cat<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I like The Big Bang Theory, I however don't get to watch a lot of it. This was some advice Sheldon gives to Penny when Penny expresses her anxiety about a potential relationship between her and Leonard......<br />
I had told my friend about this recently, quoted it back to me today ......:).<br />
Just thought I'd share it with you guys :)<br />
<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-5860203063035225632012-01-16T01:21:00.001+05:302012-01-16T01:21:14.450+05:30Self Respect<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I HAd to Blog about this now.......<br />
We in college are going to be doing a work shop on Self-Esteem for which I have been reading up recently. I came across this article today, just a few minutes ago, it's <a href="http://www.nononsenseselfdefense.com/selfrespect.htm">here, </a> this article speaks about the difference between self esteem and self respect, it says that self esteem involves mental process, encompasses thoughts and beliefs of one self, however it isnt of a concerte nature. It is just developing pride in your self for who you are. The article then goes on to talk about the inner voice and how just having positive affirmations isn't enough, one has to act out such values too, this is where the concept of self respect jumps in. Self respect is "walking the talk" not just correcting a negative thought it is as the definition says<i>,</i><i>the quality of being worthy of esteem or respect.</i><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i> " doing things that will measure up to external standards of good behavior,
accomplishment and cause for admiration.So then unlike self esteem which is internal and can easily be effected by moods,Your mood doesn't affect these
standards because they come from outside of you. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i> NOBODY
can take them away from you. If someone tries to cut you
down, you can compare that person's words with what you have
accomplished and the standards of behavior that you attempt to
attain. The words just don't fit the facts. And that erodes
their credibility, not yours.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><i> These accomplishments are not
susceptible to moods. You can have a serious bout of self-doubt
or a bad day. Without these(the accomplishments), you could be plunged into a
downward spiral of lowering self-esteem. With these foundations,
however, you can only plunge so far if you choose to use them.
The whispering voices of doubt are proven wrong by the solid
track record of positive behavior.</i></span><br />
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Conversely, if you do bad things, your self-respect is going to
suffer. And odds are you will have to replace it with
self-esteem."</i></span></blockquote>
What I find very interesting is how self esteem and self respect are intertwined, why these article struck me was because,it helped me understand the value of positive behavior and that self talk, although it has its virtues has to be backed by action. <br />
I cant just say, "I Love my self." I gotta show it. It maybe simple things, like avoiding people that bring you down, buying that pair of shoes, getting a particular hair cut or even not staying up till 1 am to finish post that I just HAVE to write for some reason. Although things like self esteem as well as self respect can be a double edged sword (in many ways ... m lazy to write about it just now), anything is excess isn't good.<br />
I'm Glad I had this surprisingly AHA moment today, it has strangely put things in a different perspective and is something that will color my thoughts hence forth. :)<br />
</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-34073171782419291152012-01-12T00:19:00.000+05:302012-01-12T00:19:43.378+05:30Happy Birthday VAkil!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Today is the Birthday of one of my Favourite Persons :)<br />
Karen Vakil..... A friend I have grown to love and adore ....She the Turk to J.D<br />
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What makes special people more special is the fact that they don't really realise how special they are..<br />
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Karen is one of them.. I have said this before and I will say it again, I wouldn't be me today if I hadn't met her.Friends who have known me are surprised to find Karen and I are close, " You'll seem so different ", they say " I'm surprised you'll are friends." <br />
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Loving acceptance for people is what Karen has taught me, I am a very judgmental person by default(not a very nice place to be). However, seeing Karen interact with people, just as they are and her natural acceptance of different sorts of people, helped me to do the same.Its difficult to describe the way she can intentionally make someone feel better without them knowing that she has done so, the capacity she has to Love and how she quietly lives this virtue out in her life without parading it around to everyone she meets. Its the little things, the little things... they really little things that she does that define who she is as a person. Being there for people, tell them that you love them without really saying it, being loving without feeling loving, brutal honesty about oneself, second chances, there are many things I still learn from you and I guess will continue learning. I am not claiming that sun shines out of Ur arse.... all I am saying is that if I didn't know you, I would hate the person I am today........................I am the most difficult person that I have to accept, when I accept others I learn to accept myself too............................<br />
If there was a way, I would let U know how it feels to be blessed with some one who is woven so intricately in this life that I live, that in its absence the whole design would a very different and horribly dull.<br />
Sadly sometimes my words don't always have the power to do justice to beauty, to people and to emotions.However, I know u know what I mean :).<br />
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Love U Vakil! :)<br />
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-66311788713730186632012-01-08T00:26:00.000+05:302012-07-03T00:53:33.645+05:30A difficult Job.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
"You will realize when <b>you</b> have kids "<br />
Those words always have made me uncomfortable.. Its like in a horror movie when some character hints at whats in store ahead.<br />
I have always heard this response whenever I have criticized my parents on their parenting skills.<br />
In the Song Affirmation by Savage Garden there is this line <br />
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<i><span style="font-size: small;">"I believe that parents did the best job they knew how to do"</span></i></blockquote>
Well now I empathize more and more with what my parents had to deal with. <br />
It really is not that easy, and more often than not you get labeled 'bad' for the good that your trying to do!<br />
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What has caused this realization ?<br />
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The really annoying children in the tuition classes I work for and the kids of the previous years confirmation batch (oh, I don't want to not give the confirmation students of 2010 their credit for giving me a renewed respect for my parents!)<br />
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I don't know how the Parents do it , how my parents did it. I know how I was as a child, pretty argumentative about the 'whys' and 'whats' of things, if I had to deal with me as an adolescent I would go MAD. <br />
I remember what my brother and I did and said as kids, while we loved our parents, we also made it a point to express how we 'didn't' love them at times. However, our parents allowed this expression, I remember telling my mum " I wish I was never born", my brother saying " If you ll' don't know how to take care of kids you;ll shouldn't have given birth to us in the first place."<br />
Now I know how it feels to know, that what your doing is going to be met with rebellion but doing it anyways.Knowing that your kids are gonna hate you but, still taking the brunt of it because you love them.<br />
So thinking about the kids in the confirmation class and those at the tuition, I went to my mama and said a heartfelt sorry for being a total ass, "Parenting is not easy" I said " Its not easy" I kept saying.<br />
It isn't.<br />
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</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-24365667911334570762011-12-27T19:46:00.002+05:302012-07-03T00:53:33.635+05:30Christmas<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My Dog of 11 years died on Christmas day,<br />
It was sad and kinda unexpected, we knew she was ill on the 24th so we decided that we would take her to the doctor the next day...but well, I guess we did underestimate how ill she was. Although I will miss her, Pity's Dying thought me sumthing...and well even if it is something that I have known, It is something I have come to experience now. <br />
On Christmas day when I was attending the morning mass with my family, I was wondering about how the people who have lost their loved ones may feel on days like Christmas, New year, Birthdays and special days they shared with their Loved ones. Loosing my dog made me feel so gloomy even when I was trying not to be , it got me thinking about how those others managed a smile on days like these. When those who made the festive season one to look forward to weren't here. The gloom in me was very small compared to what they must be going through.<br />
So, I said a prayer.... for them.. and for me.<br />
I guess God heard my prayer, because after that whenever I thought about Pity; whether it was her lifeless being lying on the floor, or whether it was her running to greet us every time we came home, or the way she used to gently lick our faces when she was happy....I could do nothing but say THANK YOU. I still am thanking God for her...because we think of her every time, she was such a fixture in our family and while we do feel her absence, we are privileged to thank God for her presence.<br />
Losing pity has brought life to those words, "Mourn not but, Rejoice in the life that was lived."<br />
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To be able to lift up to God in Thanks, what would otherwise be a plea for help was a a special gift Christmas gave, a Gift that I could have only hoped for.<br />
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06135659091448282291noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6056463374648218997.post-63058935869687408432011-09-03T19:13:00.000+05:302012-07-03T00:53:33.638+05:30SMS Talk ;)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Zena: It’s funny you know it’s not like we are oblivious to the truth that we and those we know are going to go one day, yet we love.</span></span><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div>
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Cheryl: We Love because we know we and those we know are going to go some day.<br />
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