Monday, April 30, 2007

What is this?

Can you say what both these are? Both are common objects. The pictures were clicked by Atul (aged 9), again on a 'photography project' which I assigned him, in order to dissuade T.V watching. When he first showed it to me, I couldnt guess what it was (even though it was in my home!). Can you?

(Shall reveal the answer after I have your guesses. I'm sure many of you will get it right)

And here are more pictures, clicked by him from unusual angles.

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

The truth speakers

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Truth. Isn’t facing it scary, at times?

Most truths are so naked that people feel sorry for them and cover them up, at least a little bit.
Some people, however are uncaring or too steeped in ‘righteousness’, that they do not hesitate to hurl it at your face. Never mind, if it tramples or even completely, runs over your ego, pride, self respect. By the time these people finish with truth, you feel 2 feet small.(or wish you did not exist at all)
I’m sure all of us know at least one person like that--Someone who does not hesitate to say that you are just average, dumb, not very talented and not good enough. All this, in the guise of ‘being a true friend’ and ‘speaking the truth for your good.’ Most of us continue to tolerate such people.(After all there is ‘truth’ in what they say, right?) Personally, I feel such people are just downright mean, and they feel better by pointing out flaws in you. (Don’t we know our own shortcomings? Do we really need these ‘friends’ to point it out to us?)

For years, philosophers have debated over whether truth is
is subjective, relative, objective, or absolute. I tend to agree with Democritus who said

“Nothing exists except atoms and empty spaces; Everything else is just opinion.”

Now, what can be a greater truth than that?!!


Monday, April 23, 2007

The awakening.

Socrates was put to death simply because he dared to voice his unique thoughts . A few hundred years ago, you would be called insane if you were to say that in the future, it would be possible to land on the moon.

Today we live in the age of instant gratification, and scientific proof. Yet, one area which science fails to answer is “Life after death”. There are countless studies and countless controversies involving this.

Before my dad died, I was very influenced by Dr.Brian Weiss. Believing what he wrote, made death so acceptable. I have read all his books and practiced the techniques that he outlined and was stunned at the results.

Yet, after my dad’s death, uncertainty about what seemed clear earlier, has crept in. It is just like a how a dream has a way of fading away as the day progresses and later it appears more and more unreal. As soon as you wake up, it is still fresh, and it feels like it really happened.

The painting above (called ‘The awakening’) which I completed yesterday, is a tribute to my dad. It shows an individual or a soul, rising towards ‘enlightenment’, perhaps after release from a constricting physical body.(what we call death) It essentially depicts a ‘free soul’.

I picked up The book “Only love is real” by Brian Weiss, again last evening and read the first chapter.It was too beautiful to not share.

Chapter 1

Know, therefore ,that from the greater silence I shall return...Forget not that I shall come back to you...A little while, a moment of rest upon the wind, and another woman shall bear me.
---Kahlil Gibran

There is someone special for everyone.Often there are two or three or even four.They come from different generations.They travel across oceans of time and depths of heavenly dimensions to be with you again.They come from the other side, from heaven.They look different but your heart knows them.You heart has held them in arms like yours, in the moon filled deserts of Egypt and the ancient plains of Mongolia.You have ridden together in the armies of forgotten warrior-generals, and you have lived together in the sand-covered caves of the Ancient ones. You are bonded together throughout eternity, and you will never be alone.
Your head may interfere: "I do not know you." Your heart knows.
He takes your hand for the first time, and the memory of his touch transcends time and sends a jolt through every atom of your being.She looks into your eyes,and you see a soul companion across centuries.Your stomach turns upside down.your arms are gooseflesh.Everything outside this moment loses its importance.
He may not recognise you,even though you have finally met again,even though you know him. You can feel the bond.You can see the potential,the future.But he does not.His fears,his intellect,his problems keep a veil over his heart's eyes.He does not let you help him sweep the veil aside.You mourn and grieve,and he moves on.Destiny can be so delicate.

When both recognise each other,no volcano could erupt with more passion.The energy released is tremendous.

Soul recogniton may be immediate.A sudden feeling of familiarity,of knowing this person at depths, beyond what the conscious mind could know.At depths usually reserved for the most intimate family members.Or even deeper than that.Intutively knowing what to say, how they will react.A feeling of safety and a trust far greater than could be earned in only one day or one week or one month.

Soul recognition may be subtle and slow.A dawning of awareness as the veil is gently lifted.Not everyone is ready to see right away.There is a timing at work and patience may be necessary for the one who sees first.

You may be awakened to the presence of your soul companion by a look, dream,a memory ,a feeling.You may be awakened by the touch of his hands or the kiss of her lips, and your soul is jolted back to life.

The touch that awakens may be that of your child, of a parent,a sibling or a true friend.Or it may be your beloved,reaching across the centuries, to kiss you once again and to remind you that you are together always, to the end of time.

Friday, April 20, 2007


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Smiling Is Infectious
Author Unknown
(But Greatly Appreciated! )

Smiling is infectious,
you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.

I passed around the corner
and someone saw my grin
When he smiled I realized
I'd passed it on to him .

I thought about that smile
then I realized its worth,
A single smile, just like mine
could travel round the earth.

So, if you feel a smile begin,
don't leave it undetected,
Let's start an epidemic quick,
and get the world infected!

I smile and laugh, when I talk to friends and when I spend time with my children.What makes YOU smile? Do tell me--I'd love to know.

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Monday, April 16, 2007

Lead role in a cage

Niall sent me a link which his friend wrote. It was an incident which happened in London, which he experienced first hand.(click on the underlined to read about it)

I have always felt that we, as a society, are very self absorbed. We, as individuals, even more so. Sometimes, so much, that to us, a headache that we have from a hangover, seems more important, than a death of an acquaintance, which has taken place a few doors away.

Very often, I have heard people saying “Who cares? I really don’t want to hear others problems. I have enough of my own.” The thoughts about our problems, go round and round inside our heads—round and round. We are so self absorbed, that we fail to hear what others are saying. We listen to others, without really hearing. We continue to see what our negative, self absorbed false beliefs, compel us to—and not what is really happening. We continue to hear what others are saying and interpret it, based on our pasts .We continue to fail to hear what people are actually saying to you, right now.

Very often we are so self absorbed and we brood so much over the lost opportunities that we fail to see there are solutions. If only we open our eyes!

My painting here, shows the protagonist lamenting over something lost. He (or she) fails to see the three doors and the ladder to escape. There is beauty outside. Yes, there are also snakes in the grass.(They represent people who are untrustworthy, the toxic beings) But there are also butterflies (the happy positive people, the
radiators). And very often, we fail to make use of the tortoises (your parents who have a wealth of wisdom) and relegate them to the sides.

We all continue to play our lead roles-- in a cage.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

Hamster,Mrs.Hamster and child

Really sorry--I have had to remove this post as it will soon appear in a book. Making it available online would have been very unfair to my publisher who has placed so much trust in me. I hope you enjoy the other posts as much as you enjoyed this one. A heartfelt thanks for your support and understanding.Thanks for continuing to read what I write.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Sometimes you have to look hard.

"Things are not always what they seem.The first appearance deceives many.The intelligence and observation of a few, perceives what has been carefully hidden."

And no, I'm not just talking about snakes. If I were, that would be stating the obvious, wouldnt it?

This picture was clicked by Satish, in Sri Lanka while on a business trip. Luckily, he saw what was not obvious. Luckily.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Weigh to go!!

Stories of weight loss always have a universal appeal. May be, it is because they are vaguely (nah—definitely) inspirational.Motivational too—even if the motivation lasts for just 15 minutes or 15 hours or even 15 seconds, after reading the story, depending on the degree of the impact it made!

Adnan Sami is a well known figure in India, known for his musical talent and more recently his weight loss story. I was amazed when I read that he reduced from 206 kilos to 99 kilos (454 pounds to 218 pounds) through sheer determination, exercise and well, more exercise.

I know how hard it is to lose weight, having been through the whole process myself, not once but twice, after having each of my children. A lot of my friends have asked me how I did it and how I continue doing it. Many told me to put it on my blog—and to ‘share my secret’.So here it is

I am 5ft 4.5 (164 cms) inches tall and weigh 52 kilos.Click
here to convert pounds to kilos.

After having each of my children, I weighed 65 kilos. I wasn’t fitting into any of my clothes and hated all the excess weight. I was very determined and hell bent on losing the kilos and the inches.
Theoretically, it is simple math. It is the excess calories that your body does not use up, which goes and settles down as ‘fat’. You burn more calories than you consume, you lose weight. It is that simple.
Putting it into practice was the hard part. Really hard. I used to begin my day at 6:30 am ,leaving my new born son with my husband , and jogging around the building, I stayed in. I could barely jog 30 metres and I would start panting. I just could not go on.So, I started walking as fast as I could—and I pushed myself a little more,each day.The first day, I forced myself to complete just one round, around the building( must have been about 850 metres approximately) and returned home.

But I was persistent. I went back the next day—and the next and the next. It has been 9 years now and I am hooked to exercise.Yes, it is true that exercise releases ‘feel –good’ endorphins.It kind of makes it addictive.I use a state of the art treadmill now—and old fashioned iron weights.

Diet was important too.I refused to touch any fried stuff.I do not eat meat, and I took eggs for protein .I took lots of milk, and lots of liquids as I was a nursing mother. I was never hungry at any given point of time. I just ate healthy.(No refined flour meant no biscuits, cookies, chocolates or any Indian fried snacks like samosas, chivda etc) Salads and fruits were always well stocked in my fridge.

There is no easy way.There is no secret.The magic words are exercise, diet and plenty of fluids.One should not starve at any point of time, especially when one is trying to lose weight.

The results took 10 months to show. One has to be patient.And persistent. By the end of 10 months I had lost only about 4.5 kilos. That was it!(To say that it was discouraging, is putting it very mildly) Another 5 months and I had lost some more weight. By now, I had discovered my body rhythm and knew I could push myself more. I cannot say that I never ate a chocolate or a cookie. I did, but in moderation. To me, a fitter me was definitely more important than the temporary high that the chocolate or cookie gave.

If you are an adult woman and especially if you are over 30, it is highly recommended that you do weights. Due to the fact that women do not, and cannot, naturally produce as much testosterone (one of the main hormones responsible for increasing muscle size) as males do, it is impossible for a woman to gain huge amounts of muscle mass by merely pumping some weights. If you are a man of any age, you will benefit a lot from doing weights.
(Yes, who doesn’t want well toned arms, abs and the works?)

Here’s a link to a good video which tells you how to do the weights.For men, just increase the amount of weights that you can lift and follow the same exercises.

I could go on and on—but I’m beginning to sound like a Fitness coach in an advert! So let me stop.In case you have any queries I’ll answer them here in the comments box :-)
Yes, for free :-)

Friday, April 06, 2007

November Rain

Hopped over to devil mood's and her post just compelled me to put up "November Rain".It brought back fond memories of 'slash worshipping days':-) (Well, secretly,I still so!) I used to rave about this one so much to my dad, and used to try and get him to share my enthusiasm about it. :-) (Dad and my son are both November borns,and strangely, it was raining when my son was born) November Rain is always special.

"And when your fears subside
And shadows still remain,
I know that you can love me
When there's no one left to blame
So never mind the darkness
We still can find a way
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
Even cold November rain"

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Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Friends--we do need them.

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What can one say about friendship that hasn’t been said before?

Sociology defines it as a term used to denote co-operative and supportive behaviour between two or more social entities operating on values of trust, that one shall not harm the other, and involving affection, knowledge and esteem.

From a psychoanalytic point of view, friendship is one of the bonds that arise from sexual impulses, when their attainment of a directly sexual goal is inhibited. However, this is a process of inhibition rather than sublimation. This approach to a sexual satisfaction that is never consummated forms the basis for especially strong and enduring ties between people.

A hindi-english text message I received, amused me no end. It said “Friendship is like susu in the chaddi. (pee in your pants) Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the warmth.” :-)

Whatever you call it, all of us need friends. In this modern day living, friends are the new family.
As children, friendship is so uninhibited. If you have observed a group of children playing,what will strike you is that they are so honest. If they don’t like something that the other does, either they tell it so frankly, or if they are very annoyed, push the other down and get into a good fist fight. The two who have fought, of course cannot stay without each other and are looking for an excuse to make-up.
One looks at the other, and says “Ok.Will you be my friend?”
The other says “Only if you say sorry”
“Ok. Sorry”
“Ok. I’m your friend”

Fight forgotten, happily they run out and start playing again. No malice, no egos. We adults have a lot to learn from children.

I often tell my children that they are lucky to have such good friends. My 5 year old daughter was running a fever yesterday and I kept her indoors, after a dose of paracetamol. She was very upset that she could not join her gang of friends. She was sulking, bored and beginning to get annoyed with me.

Suddenly ,around 7:30 p.m the doorbell rang and when we opened it, there were all her friends(and her brother too) and each of them had made a ‘get well soon’ card for her! These kids had sacrificed their precious play time to sit and make cards for my daughter. She was happy, elated, overjoyed, touched . I simply had to click a picture.

Life does not reward you such moments everyday.

Look carefully and you will see the pile of cards in her hand.Her brother is right at the back trying to make horns with his hand for the child in front of him :-)

Monday, April 02, 2007

Thinking..Thinking blogger award.

Bob-Kat had a nice surprise for me yesterday. She awarded me a “Thinking blogger award.” Yesterday being All fools day, I did not react immediately. The waspish cynic lurking inside me felt happy, but did not want to be fooled .So I waited until today. Then I realized I had been a fool anyway, as her post was dated 31st March!

Part of the honour of being nominated is also that I get to give it to five blogs that make me think. There are many blogs that I like, but ones which make me think---well, I had to really think! I went by contents of the blog,on what issues the blogger wrote about .Did it make me stop and think? Did it affect me in any way?

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Here are my choices.

Love is stronger than pride by Devil mood : She posts about different things. At times, introspective, at times about issues that she feels strongly about, at times photos, but every time, it makes me think!

Forever England by Tim Young: It’s a poetry blog. I was delighted when I first discovered it. He writes instant poetry—some of them really touch me deeply—and almost all of them make me think.

TO&TFTBG by Paul: He posts a collection of quotes or things that inspire him or make him laugh. He writes about movies that affect him too. Each of his posts really make me think.

Hooky Beach by Somewhere Joe: Each of his posts are a masterpiece. His simplicity and his acute power of observation, and also what he writes about, really makes me think.

The fifth one, I really could not decide. There are so many posts that made me think. But not the whole blog. There is a blog (Damn,it’s a shitpot) which I discovered recently and one of the posts made me think . Pardon the language—I don’t find it offensive. But if you do, please refrain from reading.Tyler Durden's latest post made me think too.
One of Gawpo’s posts really moved me and made me think.A lot.

The participation rules of the award are simple:

1) If, and only if, you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think
2) Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme.
3) Optional: Proudly display the 'Thinking Blogger Award' with a link to the post that you wrote.