And so it goes,the days of our lives.
Not that I see this daytime soap,just caught the end lines before the news,which I do see.I like it,it has a sense of something narrative,as if someone else is watching us ,live out our lives.
"Sugamana vedanai enbadu edu?"-A question for ARRahman.
"Naam vaazhum inda vaazhakai thaan!"
Liked this one,too.
Everyday,every minute we spend out the days given to us as grace.What are we looking for?Money which can bring comforts?If so,what are those comforts?Does it not wary from each individual to the other?I pondered over this as I walked down today from the school after seeing off my kid.It is the start of term 3 and she was happy,to be in her element which is to make fun and play all day long.Lessons are blended with the games.
How I wish I could be a kid with her,be her friend and play with her in her school and learn from her teacher.I try to imagine what it would be like.Nice dreams,but then,who will feed or clothe or do htose hundred little things mothers do day in and day out?Even at sleep,I find I am worried if she has pulled her blanket off and check for it;worried if she has tumbled over the far end and hurt herself,worried she will feel left out if I don't put my arm around her,worried if she had eaten enough for dinner,worried whether it is nutritious enough,and so on.The biggest worry I can come up with is that whether I am bringing her up well,whether I am a good example for her.It is so hard to be a parent.I would like to give her all that she needs,but also am tempeted by giving her all that she wants.I am worried whether I am forcing what I know to be right upon her and not letting her make her own decisions.But then,I go thinking 'she is too young to know what is good for her'.Then,at what stage should I start cutting away the threads that have bound me to her so tightly from the time she was just a small cell in my womb.Tough,that's all I can say.To each his own,it is an experience to be had to understand,a lesson in life.
What is right and what is wrong?That itself is a conundrum.Argubly,here is where religion comes in.I was surprised and happy to see some 400,000 odd people singing and swaying as one at the recently concluded World Youth Day in Sydney.The live telecast enabled me to watch as the Pope held sunday Mass for such a huge congregation.Worthy flock of the Lord,I would say.Good thing to have religion as a means to support,comfort and answer the confused riddles of everyday life and why life in general is besetted by sorrow.
As personal milestones,we have had a wonderful 8 years together and hope for more happy years to come.We have had our fights,big and small but find that we cannot live without each other.Well,that's marriage for you.Then,we had our kid turning 6,she was pretty happy at that,knowing it to be a bigger number than 5,thereby making it all the more important!!
She was particularly insightful this Friday. After perusing the pictures of clamouring children and their hapless father,she declared,"Lucky,I am the only one.I don't have to share you or appa with anyone else.I can always get a hug or kiss!"
Here is a little story:
Old man Yun lives in a small village near the mountains in China.He has a son and a horse.One day,the horse runs away.The neighbours and villagers say to him,"What bad luck,your only horse has run away.How will you plough your fields now?"
Yun replies,"Bad luck,good luck who knows?"
The horse comes back a few months later with a horde of wild horses.Now he has six strong horses.The villagers say,"What good luck!"Yun says,"Good luck,bad luck who knows!"
His young son helps to tame them.While doing so,one of the horses kicks out upon his leg and breaks it.The villagers come and say,"Bad luck,now your young son has broken his leg.Who will help you now?"
Yun replies,"Bad luck,good luck who knows!"
A big war comes on.The soldiers of the king come and take away all the helathy young men of the village for the army.They take one look at Yun's son's broken leg and leave him there.
Yun says,"good luck,bad luck who knows!"
Good Luck,Bad luck who knows..;)
Monday, July 21, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Satisfied,eh?
1) Last movie you saw in a theatre?
Sivaji(twice,same theatre,two simulataneous days!!)
2) What book are you reading?
Colin Powell-A soldier's story.
3) Favorite board game?
Does pallanguzhi count as one?
4) Favorite magazine?
Reader's Digest
5) Favorite smells?
cooking smells,My baby after bath,my husband after work;)
6) Favorite thing to do in weekend?
Cooking,DVDs with hubby
7) Worst feeling in the world?
Somebody scolding me for a work I had thought well done!!
8)What is the first thing you think of when u wakeup?
What to pack for lunch today!
9) Favorite fast food place?
Used to be Hot Chips,Ashok Nagar in my school days.Nowadays,any joint would do,I am starved for good food here:(
10) Future child’s name?
Not having any more..;)
11) Finish this statement --- 'If I had a lot of money
"I will spend the rest of my life travelling."
12) Do you drive fast?
No,I am perfectly happy at 30kmph.
13) Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
No.
14) Storms -- Cool or Scary?
Cool
15) What was your first car?
In the process.
16) Favorite drink?
Plain,cold water..sometimes,hot ginger tea
17) Finish this statement --- If I had the time I would...
Do nothing more. I already have all the time and more..
18) Do you eat the stems on broccoli?
Always,cook them up so that nobody recognizes them as stems anymore..;)
19) If you could dye your hair any other color, what would be your choice?
Deep maroonish brown
20) Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in?Kumbakonam,Chennai,Bangalore,Bhopal,Nagpur,Delhi,Canberra.
21) Favorite sports to watch?
Cricket,now caught on with tennis
22) One information about the person who sent this to you?
Poorni-a lovely,lovely girl
23) What’s under your bed?
Two odd socks,my kid's teddy,my husband's late night papers and... I wudn't tell u that!!
24) Would you like to be born as yourself again?
Yes,a much improved version of me.
25) Morning person or night owl?Morning..I will wake up and immediately take a bath.And,I do love the smell of incense in the morning and the smoky shapes spiralling in my kitchen and living room.
26) Over easy or sunny side up?
I didn't get it either!
27) Favorite place to relax?
My husband's shoulders
28) Favorite pie?
Whats that?
29) Favorite ice cream flavor?
Cassatta
30) Of all the people you have tagged, who is the most likely to respond first?
Taggin no one..sorry,:)
Sivaji(twice,same theatre,two simulataneous days!!)
2) What book are you reading?
Colin Powell-A soldier's story.
3) Favorite board game?
Does pallanguzhi count as one?
4) Favorite magazine?
Reader's Digest
5) Favorite smells?
cooking smells,My baby after bath,my husband after work;)
6) Favorite thing to do in weekend?
Cooking,DVDs with hubby
7) Worst feeling in the world?
Somebody scolding me for a work I had thought well done!!
8)What is the first thing you think of when u wakeup?
What to pack for lunch today!
9) Favorite fast food place?
Used to be Hot Chips,Ashok Nagar in my school days.Nowadays,any joint would do,I am starved for good food here:(
10) Future child’s name?
Not having any more..;)
11) Finish this statement --- 'If I had a lot of money
"I will spend the rest of my life travelling."
12) Do you drive fast?
No,I am perfectly happy at 30kmph.
13) Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
No.
14) Storms -- Cool or Scary?
Cool
15) What was your first car?
In the process.
16) Favorite drink?
Plain,cold water..sometimes,hot ginger tea
17) Finish this statement --- If I had the time I would...
Do nothing more. I already have all the time and more..
18) Do you eat the stems on broccoli?
Always,cook them up so that nobody recognizes them as stems anymore..;)
19) If you could dye your hair any other color, what would be your choice?
Deep maroonish brown
20) Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in?Kumbakonam,Chennai,Bangalore,Bhopal,Nagpur,Delhi,Canberra.
21) Favorite sports to watch?
Cricket,now caught on with tennis
22) One information about the person who sent this to you?
Poorni-a lovely,lovely girl
23) What’s under your bed?
Two odd socks,my kid's teddy,my husband's late night papers and... I wudn't tell u that!!
24) Would you like to be born as yourself again?
Yes,a much improved version of me.
25) Morning person or night owl?Morning..I will wake up and immediately take a bath.And,I do love the smell of incense in the morning and the smoky shapes spiralling in my kitchen and living room.
26) Over easy or sunny side up?
I didn't get it either!
27) Favorite place to relax?
My husband's shoulders
28) Favorite pie?
Whats that?
29) Favorite ice cream flavor?
Cassatta
30) Of all the people you have tagged, who is the most likely to respond first?
Taggin no one..sorry,:)
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Hinduism:facts
- In an agreement regarding land division,two Egyptian kings had signed a papyrus scroll calling 'mitra varuna' as witnesses.The date is circa 1300B.C.
Mitra and Varuna are gods mentioned in the Vedas
2. People in Madagascar,an island south east to the African continent speak a language that is comprised of 75% sanskrit words.
Sanskrit is considered to be the mother of all european languages,some deem it a sister language to Latin.
3. During the time of Navratri,a festival ,celebrated in parts of Mexico is called 'RamSita'.Several idols of Vinayaga have also been unearthed here.
4.In Peru,a period of Sun worship is undertaken corresponding to our 'Vishu Punyakala'.The people there were called Incas.
The sun is referred to as Inan in the Vedas.
5.Aboriginal tribes in Australia have a traditional dance at the start of seasons.It is called the 'Siva'. A third eye is painted upon the foreheads of the dancers.
6.In a plaque discovered in Borneo,it says of a king that 'he performed this yagna,he planted this sthambam,he gave daana to Brahmans'
7. A festival is observed in Thailand,in the month of Margazhi called 'tripavai,triyampavai'.
SourceHinduMahaSamudram By Cho.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Cogitative
A lot many things ,events big and small have sparked tiny bulbs in my neurons.Essentially,all of them can be classified as being emotional in character.I am philosophical by nature and for someone who sees God's doing in the relatively mundane aspects of daily life too,it came as no big surprise that someone dear should sustain a nasty fall just by standing,someone known to us should suffer the agony of having a premature baby in danger of losing one tiny arm,someone close should move away to the other end of the town and someone be so placed in the order of things that they should come by chance to my city and have their kid in my kid's preschool and talk to me about religion,philosophy and meditation.
Many people I have met,talked to,formed an opinion about,etc just do things because they are supposed to do them.That is,they would rather do something else and unfortunately,they cannot possibly alter the scheme of their lives.More specifically,of their jobs,their relationships,their perspectives,everything.Is this humdrum karmic in essence?Is there nothing in the world as such that can be enjoyed,done for the only sake of feeling joy?Even in helping others,some people think they ought to be happy,or ought to feel satisfied at having fulfilled their altruist cravings.
I feel now,at this point of my life as standing sideways and seeing the world,my life,other's lives move by at such an astonishing speed that it makes my eyes water and my senses confused.'One day at a time 'has always been my motto.And in that one day,I find myself let the moments slip by,not unnoticed.I make a mental count of the minutes that are moving past me,like the countdown in a microwave.I do a lot of things,household work,entertainment,hobbies,playing with my kid,making lunch,eating,conversing,laughing but at times I feel someone else is doing this and I am watching this person critically.
Then,here comes the big Q-who am I ,the person in the sidelines or the person doing the work?
Maybe,in course of time and before the end of my days,I will get my answer.Another thought:the end of days.We all come numbered,with an invisible stamp upon us.Till that time,shouldn't we just enjoy ourselves,drink in the beauty of nature,revel in love and laughter and flit away like a butterfly,light and colourful?To what point is the worry,tension,care,hate,anger?Or in afterthought,leave a mark in history books?
This is a direct reflection of my conflicting thoughts.But what are my thoughts..formulated since birth by my upbringing,the experiences and trials undergone,crafted and moulded bu the things I hear,see and read?
A dire and dreary post..which is not me or probably is.
I would like to be cheerful and happy,smiling always and leaving just love everywhere.Let everyone say her fragrance was laughter and her essence always,love.
But I have miles to go..before I sleep.
Many people I have met,talked to,formed an opinion about,etc just do things because they are supposed to do them.That is,they would rather do something else and unfortunately,they cannot possibly alter the scheme of their lives.More specifically,of their jobs,their relationships,their perspectives,everything.Is this humdrum karmic in essence?Is there nothing in the world as such that can be enjoyed,done for the only sake of feeling joy?Even in helping others,some people think they ought to be happy,or ought to feel satisfied at having fulfilled their altruist cravings.
I feel now,at this point of my life as standing sideways and seeing the world,my life,other's lives move by at such an astonishing speed that it makes my eyes water and my senses confused.'One day at a time 'has always been my motto.And in that one day,I find myself let the moments slip by,not unnoticed.I make a mental count of the minutes that are moving past me,like the countdown in a microwave.I do a lot of things,household work,entertainment,hobbies,playing with my kid,making lunch,eating,conversing,laughing but at times I feel someone else is doing this and I am watching this person critically.
Then,here comes the big Q-who am I ,the person in the sidelines or the person doing the work?
Maybe,in course of time and before the end of my days,I will get my answer.Another thought:the end of days.We all come numbered,with an invisible stamp upon us.Till that time,shouldn't we just enjoy ourselves,drink in the beauty of nature,revel in love and laughter and flit away like a butterfly,light and colourful?To what point is the worry,tension,care,hate,anger?Or in afterthought,leave a mark in history books?
This is a direct reflection of my conflicting thoughts.But what are my thoughts..formulated since birth by my upbringing,the experiences and trials undergone,crafted and moulded bu the things I hear,see and read?
A dire and dreary post..which is not me or probably is.
I would like to be cheerful and happy,smiling always and leaving just love everywhere.Let everyone say her fragrance was laughter and her essence always,love.
But I have miles to go..before I sleep.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Being a kid
Last week news and the latest update..
Well,what's with me is what's with everybody else..normal routine where minutes melt into hours and then days and weeks and months and so time keeps slipping past,fast.There are some moments when you stop and try to hold on,get a grip and actually try to find out what is going on and there are others too,when you just let go and let yourself be drawn into the inevitable grand stream that is life.
I am trying to keep track of time and events,may be as such in a month or so.I intend this to become a habit,so that when I am finally 50 or so I can look back and remember tiny events,a smile here,a tear there,a warm moment of friendship here and an absolutely stunning revelation of love there,and so on.
So..
I spent a day,actually three hours at my daughter's preschool.As cliche' it was wonderful as I tried to think as the twenty-odd kids that assembled for three days a week at a common place called the preschool and did things generally.Which specifically mean playtime,activity time which means the same,snack time,outside play time,lunch time,activity time,story time and there goes the bell.I compared each moment of this allocation of periods with the ones back in India-Maths,English,Social Studies,Tamil,Moral studies,Science,PT,etc.The same age but what a difference it makes to the final shaping of the child's ability to develop individuality and confidence rather than fierce unhealthy competitions to be first always and memorising huge data without really understanding why.
Example-my kid was learning arithmetic.Starting from 1+2=3,she asked me what the plus is for.When told it is for addition,she wanted to know why we had to add.To learn numbers and counting and so on,I said and then she asked as to why we had to learn all this at all.Seems a kind of free spirit.I had no answers and try as I might,I really don't find the purpose of it all.
Well,back to my time as a preschooler,I sat on a tiny chair and just generally observed as the kids did what they wanted but with a regulation.Some painted,some built castles.Some played at picnics,some were pasting cut pictures of healthy food on their activity books.After a lesson on our digestion process in which the teacher tore up bits of toast,poured down some jusice and some mashed fruit into a pair of tied socks to show how the food goes down the foodpipe into the stomach and thrrough the intestines till the time when you want to go to the toilet.This actually started off a series of going to toilet and talks about what happenned when they ate something and had tummy ache and had to go to the toilet.Funny how kids see it.
There was a special smile and an extra skip in my child's pace that day.This,I would treasure for life.
Now,as I plan her fifth birthday party and as she tells me what to make and how to decorate and what cake she wants and also about the theatre visit to see Shrek3 on the following day to celebrate her birthday,she asked me a profound question-Why do her dad and I celebrate her birthday? I explain that she is God's gift to us and we are so happy to have her in our lives that we want to share this happiness with others on her special day.She sat quiet for a few seconds,thinking God knows what but then ran away after giving me a kiss.This,too I would value more than any riches I may yet have.
Well,what's with me is what's with everybody else..normal routine where minutes melt into hours and then days and weeks and months and so time keeps slipping past,fast.There are some moments when you stop and try to hold on,get a grip and actually try to find out what is going on and there are others too,when you just let go and let yourself be drawn into the inevitable grand stream that is life.
I am trying to keep track of time and events,may be as such in a month or so.I intend this to become a habit,so that when I am finally 50 or so I can look back and remember tiny events,a smile here,a tear there,a warm moment of friendship here and an absolutely stunning revelation of love there,and so on.
So..
I spent a day,actually three hours at my daughter's preschool.As cliche' it was wonderful as I tried to think as the twenty-odd kids that assembled for three days a week at a common place called the preschool and did things generally.Which specifically mean playtime,activity time which means the same,snack time,outside play time,lunch time,activity time,story time and there goes the bell.I compared each moment of this allocation of periods with the ones back in India-Maths,English,Social Studies,Tamil,Moral studies,Science,PT,etc.The same age but what a difference it makes to the final shaping of the child's ability to develop individuality and confidence rather than fierce unhealthy competitions to be first always and memorising huge data without really understanding why.
Example-my kid was learning arithmetic.Starting from 1+2=3,she asked me what the plus is for.When told it is for addition,she wanted to know why we had to add.To learn numbers and counting and so on,I said and then she asked as to why we had to learn all this at all.Seems a kind of free spirit.I had no answers and try as I might,I really don't find the purpose of it all.
Well,back to my time as a preschooler,I sat on a tiny chair and just generally observed as the kids did what they wanted but with a regulation.Some painted,some built castles.Some played at picnics,some were pasting cut pictures of healthy food on their activity books.After a lesson on our digestion process in which the teacher tore up bits of toast,poured down some jusice and some mashed fruit into a pair of tied socks to show how the food goes down the foodpipe into the stomach and thrrough the intestines till the time when you want to go to the toilet.This actually started off a series of going to toilet and talks about what happenned when they ate something and had tummy ache and had to go to the toilet.Funny how kids see it.
There was a special smile and an extra skip in my child's pace that day.This,I would treasure for life.
Now,as I plan her fifth birthday party and as she tells me what to make and how to decorate and what cake she wants and also about the theatre visit to see Shrek3 on the following day to celebrate her birthday,she asked me a profound question-Why do her dad and I celebrate her birthday? I explain that she is God's gift to us and we are so happy to have her in our lives that we want to share this happiness with others on her special day.She sat quiet for a few seconds,thinking God knows what but then ran away after giving me a kiss.This,too I would value more than any riches I may yet have.
Succumbed to vanity
Finally,after weeks of internet problems and viruses that threatened total obliteration of our much-loved music,art and movie files,we have triumphed.
Fireworks and applause please..here we burst on the karoake scene..the two of us,attempting solos and duets and whatever else may catch our fancy.
Continue your much-treasured support..
Naadam engal jeevane..
Fireworks and applause please..here we burst on the karoake scene..the two of us,attempting solos and duets and whatever else may catch our fancy.
Continue your much-treasured support..
Naadam engal jeevane..
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Medley
Welcome everyone...hope everything in your lives are moving as smoothly and as sweetly as melted honey on icecream..does my hyperbole suggest an insight..keep guessing,u will know shortly..!!
Well then,back again from my roots..back to my life..the routine ..I can't complain at all..as the green,cold vistas of Canberra gathered me closely into their arms and have given me a certain peace..whatever you do,wherever you go..it is a special pleasure to be in your own place..to do whatever you want without being scrutinised and evaluated..
I am glad to note in my latest visit that India has definitely changed for the better..there are the same roads,the same cows on the roads,the inanely stupid traffic,people crossing at will whether they be walking,riding a cycle,scooter or bus or car or lorry or the inevitable 'meenbadi's.. and autos have a different say..altogether they gave me many a frightening moment as I tried hard to remember myself riding on these roads few years earlier..whew!!There are the same problems but I see a subtle change in how our people accept and adapt themselves to this madness and try to create some order..atleast personally.The shops have grown in size and Usamn Road is more choked than ever..I imagine this street and the one perpendicular to it..the notorious Renganathan street to have voices ..that moan and groan and finally die away to the sheer cacophony and the warbled melody of shopping,shopping and more shopping..Glad to say I just passed by and wondered at how this many people could fine this many things to buy and how this many money is being spent..actually,the truth is thatwhen you take a stroll from Nalli100 to the other end culminating in Tnagar bus stand,you do end up buying small and big things you actually don't need at all and would find no use for it even in the far distant future!!But I do agree it is therapy all right..:)
Then,about the wonderful time my daughter had with her grandparents at both sides,her all-time favorite chithi and how she made a lot of friends and left a string of broken hearts and weeps back home when she boarded the flight and how she kept mumbling even in her sleep that she wanted to be in India..are to be recorded for posterity.Now that she has started school,her daily demand that she be taken to India immediately (some 1000 times a day..no exaggeration here,God Promise!!)has fallen to about 100.
Then..what else?hm.a cousin per on each side got engaged,congrats..one cousin is nearing delivery time,goodluck..must mention saw all my mom's side cousins this time..usually miss out becoz of college,etc..
Read a good book "Crescent" by Laurie Devine..a story of four friends in Beirut,Lebanon..compelling and sad..learnt much about the centuries-old war that still threatens new generations in the name of religion..side reads..a couple of RDs..
Movies..paruthiveeran,manalane mangayar bagyam,mangayar ullam mangada selvam,micheal madanakaamaraajan,charlie chaplin's the kid and the circus..
Weather..a drastic change from hot,sweltering sunny Chennai to cold,wet,rainy and chilly CBR..now it is ok..a bit of sun..I did prefer the heat for I caught a bad head cold and am suffering to get better by drinking endless cups of gingertea,having hourly vapour infusions,steaming my face and ears off,gargling..manjal milagu milk and poondu rasam!!
Sports..can't say I am glad that Aussies are bringing home the cup for the third year in a row..hope atleast now we can be cured of the malady that is Indian cricket or find a panacea for all its problems..
On the farewell note..keep smiling..each day brings something special..each day you can learn something,you can give something..keep your eyes peled out for counting the good that keeps happenning..all around you..for you..
Adios Amigos..till we meet again..
Well then,back again from my roots..back to my life..the routine ..I can't complain at all..as the green,cold vistas of Canberra gathered me closely into their arms and have given me a certain peace..whatever you do,wherever you go..it is a special pleasure to be in your own place..to do whatever you want without being scrutinised and evaluated..
I am glad to note in my latest visit that India has definitely changed for the better..there are the same roads,the same cows on the roads,the inanely stupid traffic,people crossing at will whether they be walking,riding a cycle,scooter or bus or car or lorry or the inevitable 'meenbadi's.. and autos have a different say..altogether they gave me many a frightening moment as I tried hard to remember myself riding on these roads few years earlier..whew!!There are the same problems but I see a subtle change in how our people accept and adapt themselves to this madness and try to create some order..atleast personally.The shops have grown in size and Usamn Road is more choked than ever..I imagine this street and the one perpendicular to it..the notorious Renganathan street to have voices ..that moan and groan and finally die away to the sheer cacophony and the warbled melody of shopping,shopping and more shopping..Glad to say I just passed by and wondered at how this many people could fine this many things to buy and how this many money is being spent..actually,the truth is thatwhen you take a stroll from Nalli100 to the other end culminating in Tnagar bus stand,you do end up buying small and big things you actually don't need at all and would find no use for it even in the far distant future!!But I do agree it is therapy all right..:)
Then,about the wonderful time my daughter had with her grandparents at both sides,her all-time favorite chithi and how she made a lot of friends and left a string of broken hearts and weeps back home when she boarded the flight and how she kept mumbling even in her sleep that she wanted to be in India..are to be recorded for posterity.Now that she has started school,her daily demand that she be taken to India immediately (some 1000 times a day..no exaggeration here,God Promise!!)has fallen to about 100.
Then..what else?hm.a cousin per on each side got engaged,congrats..one cousin is nearing delivery time,goodluck..must mention saw all my mom's side cousins this time..usually miss out becoz of college,etc..
Read a good book "Crescent" by Laurie Devine..a story of four friends in Beirut,Lebanon..compelling and sad..learnt much about the centuries-old war that still threatens new generations in the name of religion..side reads..a couple of RDs..
Movies..paruthiveeran,manalane mangayar bagyam,mangayar ullam mangada selvam,micheal madanakaamaraajan,charlie chaplin's the kid and the circus..
Weather..a drastic change from hot,sweltering sunny Chennai to cold,wet,rainy and chilly CBR..now it is ok..a bit of sun..I did prefer the heat for I caught a bad head cold and am suffering to get better by drinking endless cups of gingertea,having hourly vapour infusions,steaming my face and ears off,gargling..manjal milagu milk and poondu rasam!!
Sports..can't say I am glad that Aussies are bringing home the cup for the third year in a row..hope atleast now we can be cured of the malady that is Indian cricket or find a panacea for all its problems..
On the farewell note..keep smiling..each day brings something special..each day you can learn something,you can give something..keep your eyes peled out for counting the good that keeps happenning..all around you..for you..
Adios Amigos..till we meet again..
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Love..always
When do you know you are in love..physical changes like flutters,tongueslips,jelly knees,sweat apart..what really shows that you love a person..beyond the boundaries of everything..and when does that fisrt knowledge hit you..a spark that ignites in ur mind..this poese struck me at some level..and I liked it..liked the feeling it brought..Happy valentine's day..spread the love..:)
Answers..
It was beautiful yesterday..a breezy day..kind of which makes you feel all romantic and dreamy..not that it was special,for me all days are like that..;).My kid has started preschool..(regular school at last..) or kindergarten..kind of late by our standards,but then I firmly do believe that education,learning and knowledge do not follow strict curriculums..her school is a delightful,red brick building attaches to the larger primary school,an exact 10 minute walk from our home with a bit of a climb on a long winding road dotted regularly with the inevitable 'white gums' or 'ghost gums' as they are commonly called in Australia..(our good old eucalyptus,in fact!!)..the air was pure and it did something to my insides as I walked slowly,drinking in the calm beauty around me..these trees that swish and whisper their secrets to me, the lone walker..or maybe laugh at the punity of my race..seeking forever to unravel the mysteries of nature..the endless blue sky,interspersed with cottony white clouds with their ever-changing faces,taunting me to guess their true form..the grass that crunches beneath my heavy feet that seem to disturb the tranquil world of ants that scurry about to maybe,voice their displeasure at being interrupted in their interesting work..the wind,the land,the sky..the vastness becalmed my inquisitive spirit and answered my doubts..about wars,global warming,greed,rapid extinction of flora and fauna..the general pettiness and helplessness of it all...don't worry,they seem to say..we are there and we will be there always..long after you have gone..and we will right the world..it is just the way things will be and if destruction is the key to revival,u stand in the bylines and don't fret about it..
I then felt at complete peace..with myself,with the world..for I knew that mother Earth will take care of herself..
I then felt at complete peace..with myself,with the world..for I knew that mother Earth will take care of herself..
Tuesday, January 02, 2007
Welcome..
Another year..another age
Time..steadfast and simple..
Moves on..threading her way across eons..eras..
Wishing you a very happy new year..where all your dreams are fulfilled
your good thoughts are actually done
your happiness stays with you like a good friend
your resolutions are resolved..
and your smile remains with you each second,each minute,each day of this wonderful year...
May love sustain,enrich,enliven and purport meaning to your life..
Happy Days..:)
Time..steadfast and simple..
Moves on..threading her way across eons..eras..
Wishing you a very happy new year..where all your dreams are fulfilled
your good thoughts are actually done
your happiness stays with you like a good friend
your resolutions are resolved..
and your smile remains with you each second,each minute,each day of this wonderful year...
May love sustain,enrich,enliven and purport meaning to your life..
Happy Days..:)
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