Current status of my mind!

30 July 2007 वेळ: Monday, July 30, 2007

Just one of those days when I am completely flummoxed....
Hope it goes from picture A to picture B ......ASAP.....

Something about this pic makes me love it! ha ha

वेळ: Monday, July 30, 2007

Wanna be forever like this!

28 July 2007 वेळ: Saturday, July 28, 2007

Easier said than done........

24 July 2007 वेळ: Tuesday, July 24, 2007
"Happiness is good health and a bad memory."
- Ingrid Bergman (1917-1982)

Taste of the Forbidden Fruit!

14 July 2007 वेळ: Saturday, July 14, 2007
Long time ago I heard about certain type of moths who are very much aware of the fact that the fire kills them yet they leap into fire. The attraction of fire is so ultimately relentless that it surmounts their natural fear of something that is so endearing to all of us- Life.
I have read that Piranhas travel all the way to other part of world through oceans only to mate, give eggs and then perish as their anatomy fails to adapt to the new environmental surroundings. We are not fire-moths neither are we piranhas! Then why do we succumb to such self-destructive impulses? We have all given-up on the front of our own desires which often end up in a not so desirable outcome.

For years I have been watching my dutiful mother undertake loads of work, toil in office, slog in the kitchen and then face the court martial squad ( making faces at dhudhi bhoplyachi bhaji and cribbing about going to a restaurant). We have undermined all her efforts and even insulted her kindness (I regret it now). I saw her upset at times even uttering a sentence or two about leaving all this and being happy if she was alone. And after this entire ruckus getting up again next morning (forgetting our shameful acts) and gathering up again for yet another painstakingly tedious day.
This would be more of a confession, but I realize how she is attached to all this – all of us. She likes being treated as a punch bag but still wants to know what’s happening in our personal and professional lives. In sadness or health, in happiness or wealth: She lives every moment- and loves it too. She always spoke of getting her own life someday but she is somehow tied down (and as I surmise to some extent enjoys) by all the house-hold chores and us
She frets over her lack of independence but depends on us for all her choices (from curry to sari). On a dull day she is in agreement of the fact that she is unhappy, but the next day she jump-starts her routine life as this is all she ever wants.
What a self-destructive attitude I used to think to myself. Are we all Kadaklakshmi’s who willingly give a nod to the pact of hitting ourselves all our life?
It is only 7 months down since I got married that I realize how tantalizing all this is worldly charm is. Sometimes I feel like fleeing from all this and going back home- to where I belong. A fear being out-of-place grips me and I search for a shelter. But then this is my shelter- and I have no where to go. Sometimes I get a craving to be with my people who didn’t judge me as good and as bad. I get angry when I am not spoken to the way I wanted, when I am not cared for the way I was and when my favorite eatables take a back-seat in front of my husbands culinary demands. All I want is a respite: a sole piece of me doing just what pleases myself. Then I remember all the difficult times my mother faced with us Hitler’s( we troubled her no less that what he did to the Jews). I go silent; think to myself as this just a phase and a small speed-breaker in my way. Shed a tear or two and then do what I do best- Moving on! Presumably I have surrendered to the fetish of getting married, now I will have to survive, pelting all the impediments behind, putting my opinions on a back burner and flashing a fake yet hopeful smile at tomorrow. I have not achieved it completely yet-perhaps over the time my defenses will get seasoned into throwing myself back and bringing us in front.
I mock at myself for falling prey to a self-spoiling impulse and trying hard, harder, hardest for survival. Are my prerogatives going to make me another Kadaklakshmi? All I can end with is its like having a ship wreck an setting sails for a new journey all over again and enjoying its perils to the hilt.

Highly Commendable!

04 July 2007 वेळ: Wednesday, July 04, 2007

What small steps are taken to achieve freedom for us all.
I came across this small true story in a mail fwded by my friend. I loved it.Hope you like it 2.
This scene took place on a British Airways flight between
Johannesburg, South Africa & London .
A white woman, about 50 years old, was seated next to a
black man.
Very disturbed by this, she called the air hostess. "You
obviously do not see it then?" she asked. "You placed me next to a
black man.
I did not agree to sit next to someone from such a repugnant
group. Give me an alternative seat."
"Be calm please," the hostess replied.
"Almost all the places on this flight are taken. I will go to
see if another place is available."
The hostess went away & then came back a few minutes later.
"Madam, just as I thought, there are no other available seats in Economy
I spoke to the captain & he informed me that there is also
no seat in Business Class. All the same, we still have one place in
First Class."
Before the woman could say anything, the hostess continued.
"It is unusual for our company to permit someone from Economy
Class to sit in First Class. However, given the circumstances, the
captain feels that it would be scandalous to make someone sit next to someone so disgusting."
She turned to the black guy & said, "Therefore, Sir, if
you would like to, please collect your hand luggage, a seat awaits
you in First Class."
At that moment, the other passengers, who'd been shocked by
what they had just witnessed, stood up & applauded.
This is a true story. If you are against racism, please
send this to all your friends.
WELL DONE, British Airways

Had enough! I hate you! You know who!

03 July 2007 वेळ: Tuesday, July 03, 2007

Leave me alone, for Christs sake!
Hello. Knock, Knock ! Anybody familiar with the holy dictum of 'live and let live' here?
I like to safeguard my privacy. I hate noosey people rummaging through my stuff to find the skeletons in my closets {literally in my closet}. Get the message straight and upright people. I hate overindulging, over enthusiastic individuals who have no work but to raise their eyebrows about others way of living. I don't care what they feel, coz i have kept mum for a long time, now I just cant bear the ensuing pressure. I call it more of an intrusion than involvement. The moment I step out, all those who act like income tax officers better keep their hands off my things coz I hate it. I know hate is a strong word, but then I mean it here in this case. Respect my privacy or yours wont be gaurded 2. I pity your petty thoughts and despise your actions.
Statutory Warning- Invasion of my privacy rubs me the wrong way!

A gr8 Message!

02 July 2007 वेळ: Monday, July 02, 2007

Hmmm..Liked the "instanteneous initiative" aspect a lot, thought of sharing it with all. Gives a good impetus for (forever) beginners ( habitual postponers) like me! hmmm

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