Hey everyone!! Okay, this is just a random post so don’t expect too much. I haven’t written anything specific but I have just put down a few of thoughts that crossed my mind and well a few that I “stumbled” upon across while Yahoo!ing….Feel free to add some of your own.
1. I plan on living forever. So far, so good
2. Conscience is what hurts when everything else feels so good.
3. Love is grand; divorce is several hundred grand.
4. Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly and for the same reason.
5. An optimist thinks that this is the best possible world. A pessimist fears that this is
true.
6. In just two days, tomorrow will be yesterday.
7. Brain cells come and brain cells go, but fat cells live forever.
8. Age doesn't always bring wisdom, sometimes age comes alone.
9. You don't stop laughing because you grow old, you grow old because you stopped laughing.
10. A lie stands on one leg, truth on two.
11. Feed your faith and doubt will starve to death.
12. God gives and forgives. Man gets and forgets.
13. Haveyou ever noticed how nothing is impossible for those who don't have to do it?
Well….I hope this wasn’t too down in the dumps :P
Something better next time. Promise.
PS- Again, all the comments are welcome along with constructive criticism!
Friday, December 15, 2006
Monday, December 04, 2006
Betrayed Trust
I was horribly shocked when I turned on the new this morning. It was really a documentary by BBC… Hats off to them for carrying out such an investigation. I have tried and summed it up for you…
A BBC investigation has found Children have been subjected to rape and prostitution by United Nations peacekeepers in Haiti and Liberia. Again, United Nations peacekeepers. Girls have told of regular encounters with soldiers where sex is demanded in return for food or money. The assistant secretary-general for peacekeeping operations acknowledges that sexual abuse is widespread.
In Haiti, a street girl as young as 11 had reported sexual abuse by peacekeepers outside the gates of the presidential palace in Port-au-Prince.
A 14-year-old described her abduction and rape inside a UN naval base in the country two years ago. Despite detailed medical and circumstantial evidence, the allegation was dismissed by the UN for lack of evidence - and the alleged attacker returned to his home country. In Liberia, meanwhile, a 15-year-old said she had been attacked by a UN officer on 15 November.
Peace workers who sent to places, to help the population and make their lives easier in turn betray them. The lives of those young children our scarred for ever, just because they trusted a humanitarian worker. I think it’s absolutely disgusting, pathetic and spiteful to even have such workers working in an organization like the UN.
Who are these citizens supposed to trust? After gaining knowledge on such incidents I wouldn’t want to, would you?
PS- Please keep the comments going, I would like to know your views on this issue.
Sunday, December 03, 2006
Opening and closing doors
I know many people believe in fortune-tellers and horoscopes but if all this were actually true, would there be any fun in leading your life knowing what’s going to happen next?
The mystery keeps us going. Every moment is uncertain, you never know what’s going to happen next…It’s like opening door after , after door not knowing what kind of circumstances are going to embrace you.
Each door leads us to another and on the way we pull together experiences of love, pain and joy which becomes a part of our being. Sometimes there are times when we are faced with a number of choices, a choice to open many doors. Again, we have to make the choice not knowing where it is going lead us.
At times we regrettably close doors…distant ourselves from opportunities or save ourselves from unknown dangers but then again if we all knew what was going to happen then everybody would lead perfect lives. The anticipation and anxiousness for something new to happen would just fade away and evaporate… After thinking about this I wonder why people believe fortune-tellers, do our lives follow the stars? Or is it just a way covering our insecurities?
Opening the right doors and closing the wrong ones is in your hands. After all, Life is about opening and closing doors.
Friday, November 24, 2006
Angels don't deserve to die
Hi everyone! Well I haven’t been updating my blog regularly *sorry* and thats coz I’m too wrapped up in “study land.” For those of you who are really bored to tears, can read this story I wrote. It is the shoddier than the first version which “accidentally” got erased by my mum. Here’s the story…..
Angels Don’t Deserve To Die
I walked the scorched and arid lands of Rajasthan, the dry and burning hot air swept across my face as if I was captured between flames. I could taste the sand in my mouth. My crew and I followed our guide through the streets. We were working on an assignment, a pretty important one. It made us fly nine-thousand miles from Chicago. I was a journalist and this was my first real job and I was determined to do a good presentation. What I didn’t know that was my fate was going to be changed in just a few minutes.
Our guide, Saumdev was showing us a very popular temple in their village when we heard a deafening hue and cry. Without waiting for our guide we hurried to the spot eagerly, hoping to get some information for our assignment. What my eyes witnessed next my brain didn’t register for a long time. We were standing in front of the house in which this horrible incident was taking place. All the villagers paved way for us, keeping in mind that we were foreigners.
The women of the house were all huddled in a corner, behind a pillar. Even though their veils covered their faces, their eyes spoke for them. I saw a lot of fear and sorrow but I saw a streak of anger that really stood out. It was obvious that they were fuming with anger, but they didn’t have a say in this male dominated society. The man, most probably the eldest son of the house had seized a baby girl and was holding her over a well. The baby girl was crying and shrieking at the top her lungs, her helpless mother stood away from the other women and looked on, to see her husband carry on with this ruthless deed.
I couldn’t believe it, how could such a big crowd just stand there and not take any action. I was the only one in the crew who could understand Hindi. The man was yelling at his wife for bringing such shame to the family and not producing an heir to their family. His father ordered him to throw the child in the well. Before I knew it I was running towards the well. I stopped the man from committing such a heinous crime. The air was silent; I could hear the hot wind gushing around us. Everyone looked at me, with shock. A few minutes later I was in the family’s house begging and pleading with them, to let the girl live. Her mother was asked to leave the room, Making a brave attempt she left the girl in my hands and walked away. I stared into those innocent and beautiful eyes, they asked me whether it was right to kill her just because she was a girl?
Her father said to me that I could save the girl if I took her with me because he wasn’t going to let a shame like her live in the family. I looked at my fellow colleagues; I knew I had to make this decision on my own. I had nothing to do with the child yet, I had bonded with her. She spoke through her eyes. I knew I would be able to support her and myself. Without thinking for another second I agreed. I knew this was the best decision of my life that I had taken. And I proved to be correct.
Twenty-Three years later……
“Pari we’re getting late, Hurry up!” I looked at my daughter now twenty-three years old. Her actual name was Meera, a name her biological mother chose. I called her Pari after all she was my angel. She had grown up to be an intelligent and bright young lady. At such a young age she had published her book.
We were on our way to India to encourage the promotion of her book. It covered all the aspects of female infanticide, Pari almost being a victim of this cruel tradition was on of the few who lived to tell her story. After a while we were on an airplane, talking about our forthcoming journey. This was Pari’s first trip to India and naturally she was very eager and excited. As we continued our discussion she said that she wanted to go to Rajasthan and visit the house she was born in, I told her that it would just inflict more pain. She protested and was determined, I knew I couldn’t say no as I would regret it for the rest of my life.
Soon we were in Mumbai and we were enthralled with the feedback Pari got for her book. Her book-signings made astounding progress. My heart swelled with pride every time I saw her smiling face but at the back of mind I was worried about her reaction when we went to Rajasthan.
Four days later, we were standing in front of the village where Pari was born. After walking for about twenty silent minutes, we were on the grounds of that house that once was Pari’s. My eyes wandered around for a while, adjusting to this familiar place till I saw the same water well which once was going to decide Pari’s fate. The wind was blowing at my face, like it had done twenty-three years ago. Pari walked further on, she undid the bolts on the iron gate and entered the mansion. I followed quietly. She held my hand as we took unstable and small steps towards the door. We stood in front of the door, for a moment it seemed like time was at a stand still; we could only hear the wind. Before we could knock a young boy in his early teens opened the door. I asked him if Ram Thakur lived there, he looked down and said to me that his father passed away and I could talk to his mother. I looked at Pari, putting a stone on my heart I told her that her father had passed away and the young lad was her brother.
I sat with Pari on the front porch of the house, when I saw a woman draped in navy blue. Widows in Rajasthan were meant to dress like that to mourn over their dead husbands all their life. She waked down the stairs, I could see from her face that the not only the colour from her clothes but the colour from her life had been drained and forgotten. She looked into my eyes and she instantly recognized me, her gaze shifted to our daughter all she managed to say was Meera and then she embraced Pari like she never wanted to let go. My eyes brimmed with tears when I thought about how much she must have missed Pari, every minute of the day. I told her that Pari had become a successful author , she smiled at me and said to me she knew her daughter didn’t deserve to die.
As we sat there talking, we knew none of us wanted this day to end. Pari’s mother told us that she had dreamed and hoped for this day to come when she could hug her daughter and tell her that she was proud of her for being a free woman. I then understood that Pari must have kept the same thought in mind while she had made this courageous and bold decision to come to Rajasthan. Without her knowing it she had brought back the entire colour in her mother’s life in just a few moments and I was proud of her, after all she was my angel.
More later!
PS- I know this isn’t the best but I just felt the unnecessary urge to update my blog. :P
Angels Don’t Deserve To Die
I walked the scorched and arid lands of Rajasthan, the dry and burning hot air swept across my face as if I was captured between flames. I could taste the sand in my mouth. My crew and I followed our guide through the streets. We were working on an assignment, a pretty important one. It made us fly nine-thousand miles from Chicago. I was a journalist and this was my first real job and I was determined to do a good presentation. What I didn’t know that was my fate was going to be changed in just a few minutes.
Our guide, Saumdev was showing us a very popular temple in their village when we heard a deafening hue and cry. Without waiting for our guide we hurried to the spot eagerly, hoping to get some information for our assignment. What my eyes witnessed next my brain didn’t register for a long time. We were standing in front of the house in which this horrible incident was taking place. All the villagers paved way for us, keeping in mind that we were foreigners.
The women of the house were all huddled in a corner, behind a pillar. Even though their veils covered their faces, their eyes spoke for them. I saw a lot of fear and sorrow but I saw a streak of anger that really stood out. It was obvious that they were fuming with anger, but they didn’t have a say in this male dominated society. The man, most probably the eldest son of the house had seized a baby girl and was holding her over a well. The baby girl was crying and shrieking at the top her lungs, her helpless mother stood away from the other women and looked on, to see her husband carry on with this ruthless deed.
I couldn’t believe it, how could such a big crowd just stand there and not take any action. I was the only one in the crew who could understand Hindi. The man was yelling at his wife for bringing such shame to the family and not producing an heir to their family. His father ordered him to throw the child in the well. Before I knew it I was running towards the well. I stopped the man from committing such a heinous crime. The air was silent; I could hear the hot wind gushing around us. Everyone looked at me, with shock. A few minutes later I was in the family’s house begging and pleading with them, to let the girl live. Her mother was asked to leave the room, Making a brave attempt she left the girl in my hands and walked away. I stared into those innocent and beautiful eyes, they asked me whether it was right to kill her just because she was a girl?
Her father said to me that I could save the girl if I took her with me because he wasn’t going to let a shame like her live in the family. I looked at my fellow colleagues; I knew I had to make this decision on my own. I had nothing to do with the child yet, I had bonded with her. She spoke through her eyes. I knew I would be able to support her and myself. Without thinking for another second I agreed. I knew this was the best decision of my life that I had taken. And I proved to be correct.
Twenty-Three years later……
“Pari we’re getting late, Hurry up!” I looked at my daughter now twenty-three years old. Her actual name was Meera, a name her biological mother chose. I called her Pari after all she was my angel. She had grown up to be an intelligent and bright young lady. At such a young age she had published her book.
We were on our way to India to encourage the promotion of her book. It covered all the aspects of female infanticide, Pari almost being a victim of this cruel tradition was on of the few who lived to tell her story. After a while we were on an airplane, talking about our forthcoming journey. This was Pari’s first trip to India and naturally she was very eager and excited. As we continued our discussion she said that she wanted to go to Rajasthan and visit the house she was born in, I told her that it would just inflict more pain. She protested and was determined, I knew I couldn’t say no as I would regret it for the rest of my life.
Soon we were in Mumbai and we were enthralled with the feedback Pari got for her book. Her book-signings made astounding progress. My heart swelled with pride every time I saw her smiling face but at the back of mind I was worried about her reaction when we went to Rajasthan.
Four days later, we were standing in front of the village where Pari was born. After walking for about twenty silent minutes, we were on the grounds of that house that once was Pari’s. My eyes wandered around for a while, adjusting to this familiar place till I saw the same water well which once was going to decide Pari’s fate. The wind was blowing at my face, like it had done twenty-three years ago. Pari walked further on, she undid the bolts on the iron gate and entered the mansion. I followed quietly. She held my hand as we took unstable and small steps towards the door. We stood in front of the door, for a moment it seemed like time was at a stand still; we could only hear the wind. Before we could knock a young boy in his early teens opened the door. I asked him if Ram Thakur lived there, he looked down and said to me that his father passed away and I could talk to his mother. I looked at Pari, putting a stone on my heart I told her that her father had passed away and the young lad was her brother.
I sat with Pari on the front porch of the house, when I saw a woman draped in navy blue. Widows in Rajasthan were meant to dress like that to mourn over their dead husbands all their life. She waked down the stairs, I could see from her face that the not only the colour from her clothes but the colour from her life had been drained and forgotten. She looked into my eyes and she instantly recognized me, her gaze shifted to our daughter all she managed to say was Meera and then she embraced Pari like she never wanted to let go. My eyes brimmed with tears when I thought about how much she must have missed Pari, every minute of the day. I told her that Pari had become a successful author , she smiled at me and said to me she knew her daughter didn’t deserve to die.
As we sat there talking, we knew none of us wanted this day to end. Pari’s mother told us that she had dreamed and hoped for this day to come when she could hug her daughter and tell her that she was proud of her for being a free woman. I then understood that Pari must have kept the same thought in mind while she had made this courageous and bold decision to come to Rajasthan. Without her knowing it she had brought back the entire colour in her mother’s life in just a few moments and I was proud of her, after all she was my angel.
More later!
PS- I know this isn’t the best but I just felt the unnecessary urge to update my blog. :P
Monday, November 06, 2006
Exam fever!
EXAMS!! Just a few more days to go and we are gonna undergo the same process of torture that we go through term after term. The frustration of not getting stuff into your head and all the tension that surrounds us is so intense that it all just gets dramatically humorous sometimes:P
I remember last term Dolly and I thought it would be brilliant if we “accidentally” slipped in the bathroom and broke our right hand….. That way we wouldn’t have to give our exams. A pretty lame-ass idea but if you are a last minute student like me then it seems like an incredible idea.
Our class is a sight to see, on the day of the exams – actions speak louder than words, everyone’s walking around in the corridor flapping their arms up and down and pacing here to there, mugging definitions, equations and formulas. In the background you’ll hear the “all the best’s” and “best of luck’s”. Side by side the teachers are yelling at us to get into the classrooms and greet are exam papers. After that fraction of the entire exam period is over a few of us go ballistic discussing the paper, a few cry over the fact that they are losing 2 marks… a few just don’t care. This happens day after day till the final moment when we finish writing are very last exam, the joy that is experienced when we rest our pens down after putting down the last full stop is just too awful for words.
After all this, we get a weekend to enjoy…It’s a tradition to have a sleepover at my place. We watch movies, talk till 5am, eat tons of junk food, play monopoly(it can be real fun if you play with the right people) and pull a few pranks..
Then the entertaining times get over…….Its back to school, to face the cruel and bitter truth – PAPERS!! It’s the same scene term after term, year after year, girls are crying and some are jumping and screaming with glee…
I guess going through the exams is like a getting a fever or a flu. You feel sick to your stomach, all the studying makes you dizzy and makes your head spin. So for all of you who actually go through the exam fever - get well soon! For those of you who didnt get it - all the best!!
I remember last term Dolly and I thought it would be brilliant if we “accidentally” slipped in the bathroom and broke our right hand….. That way we wouldn’t have to give our exams. A pretty lame-ass idea but if you are a last minute student like me then it seems like an incredible idea.
Our class is a sight to see, on the day of the exams – actions speak louder than words, everyone’s walking around in the corridor flapping their arms up and down and pacing here to there, mugging definitions, equations and formulas. In the background you’ll hear the “all the best’s” and “best of luck’s”. Side by side the teachers are yelling at us to get into the classrooms and greet are exam papers. After that fraction of the entire exam period is over a few of us go ballistic discussing the paper, a few cry over the fact that they are losing 2 marks… a few just don’t care. This happens day after day till the final moment when we finish writing are very last exam, the joy that is experienced when we rest our pens down after putting down the last full stop is just too awful for words.
After all this, we get a weekend to enjoy…It’s a tradition to have a sleepover at my place. We watch movies, talk till 5am, eat tons of junk food, play monopoly(it can be real fun if you play with the right people) and pull a few pranks..
Then the entertaining times get over…….Its back to school, to face the cruel and bitter truth – PAPERS!! It’s the same scene term after term, year after year, girls are crying and some are jumping and screaming with glee…
I guess going through the exams is like a getting a fever or a flu. You feel sick to your stomach, all the studying makes you dizzy and makes your head spin. So for all of you who actually go through the exam fever - get well soon! For those of you who didnt get it - all the best!!
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
1st Month Anniversary!!
October 25th….It’s been exactly one month since I started this blog…so happy 1st month anniversary to me! Lol…Thanks to Shalaka, Mini, Rishika, Dolly, Radhi, Gauri, Shafin and Anish for keeping this blog alive!
Hopefully there will be many more better and improved posts to come.
Till then,
Cheers!
Hopefully there will be many more better and improved posts to come.
Till then,
Cheers!
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Diwali celebrations-why?
Most of us celebrate diwali, but how many of us know the real reasons behind celebrating this festive time of year? It’s not only about having fun but there are mythical reasons behind celebrating diwali. Like…
1.Goddess Lakshmi’s Birthday: The Goddess of wealth, Lakshmi incarnated on the new moon day (amaavasyaa) of the Kartik month during the churning of the ocean (samudra-manthan), hence the association of Diwali with Lakshmi.
2. Vishnu Rescued Lakshmi: On this very day (Diwali day), Lord Vishnu in his fifth incarnation as Vaman-avtaara rescued Lakshmi from the prison of King Bali and this is another reason of worshipping Ma Larkshmi on Diwali.
3. Krishna Killed Narakaasur: On the day preceding Diwali, Lord Krishna killed the demon king Narakaasur and rescued 16,000 women from his captivity. The celebration of this freedom went on for two days including the Diwali day as a victory festival.
4. The Return of the Pandavas: According to the great epic ‘Mahabharata’, it was ‘Kartik Amavashya’ when the Pandavas appeared from their 12 years of banishment as a result of their defeat in the hands of the Kauravas at the game of dice (gambling). The subjects who loved the Pandavas celebrated the day by lighting the earthen lamps.
5. The Victory of Rama: According to the epic ‘Ramayana’, it was the new moon day of Kartik when Lord Ram, Ma Sita and Lakshman returned to Ayodhya after vanquishing Ravana and conquering Lanka. The citizens of Ayodhya decorated the entire city with the earthen lamps and illuminated it like never before.
6. Coronation of Vikramaditya: One of the greatest Hindu King Vikramaditya was coroneted on the Diwali day, hence Diwali became a historical event as well.
7. Special Day for the Arya Samaj: It was the new moon day of Kartik (Diwali day) when Maharshi Dayananda, one of the greatest reformers of Hinduism and the founder of Arya Samaj attained his nirvana.
8. Special Day for the Jains: Mahavir Tirthankar, considered to be the founder of modern Jainism also attained his nirvana on Diwali day.
9. Special Day for the Sikhs: The third Sikh Guru Amar Das institutionalized Diwali as a Red-Letter Day when all Sikhs would gather to receive the Gurus blessings. In 1577, the foundation stone of the Golden Temple at Amritsar was laid on Diwali. In 1619, the sixth Sikh Guru Hargobind, who was held by the Mughal Emperor Jahengir, was released from the Gwalior fort along with 52 kings.
10. The Pope’s Diwali Speech: In 1999, Pope John Paul II performed a special Eucharist in an Indian church where the altar was decorated with Diwali lamps, the Pope had a ‘tilak’ marked on his forehead and his speech was bristled with references to the festival of light.
I didn’t know the causes and reasons behind celebrating diwali but after reading this I realized that celebrating the diwali for the heck of it is different but if we know WHY we celebrate diwali it’s another thing…
I hope all of you have a safe diwali – please be careful if you are bursting crackers & those of you are not in honour of the 11/ 7 victims- way to go!
Enjoy and have fun!
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Why are you waiting?
I had a weird dream last night…and I’m still trying to make sense of it. I dreamt about having just one month to live. I can’t remember for what reason and how I had one month to live but all I knew was that I had 30 days to make the most of it.
The next morning all I could think about was that if such an event actually took place what would be the things that I would want to do before leaving this globe. There were an infinite number of things I could think about, like going back to my birth place – Canada, going to Disneyland, spending those days with my family and friends. Do wacky things like dying my hair blue or bungee jumping, video record all those moments for my brothers to show them what their sister was like etc etc…
It does sound peculiar but it did make me realize that we do take life for granted. I mean I’m not trying to be philosophical or anything all I’m saying is that if we just take a look around our fast paced lives and stop for a moment we do realize that we take life for granted. I just had a dream…. but there are cancer patients who know they don’t have time; they try and live life to their fullest.
It just the thought of not having time that made me realize that there is so much to do and so little time. It is in our human nature to take our lives and existence for granted but I think that we all should just, maybe once in a while try and look around us…and be thankful for our lives.
I don’t know if this has made sense, my point is that try and not to take life for granted and live it to the fullest. Just try and imagine -if it were your last 30 days on this planet, what would you do ….and why are you waiting?
The next morning all I could think about was that if such an event actually took place what would be the things that I would want to do before leaving this globe. There were an infinite number of things I could think about, like going back to my birth place – Canada, going to Disneyland, spending those days with my family and friends. Do wacky things like dying my hair blue or bungee jumping, video record all those moments for my brothers to show them what their sister was like etc etc…
It does sound peculiar but it did make me realize that we do take life for granted. I mean I’m not trying to be philosophical or anything all I’m saying is that if we just take a look around our fast paced lives and stop for a moment we do realize that we take life for granted. I just had a dream…. but there are cancer patients who know they don’t have time; they try and live life to their fullest.
It just the thought of not having time that made me realize that there is so much to do and so little time. It is in our human nature to take our lives and existence for granted but I think that we all should just, maybe once in a while try and look around us…and be thankful for our lives.
I don’t know if this has made sense, my point is that try and not to take life for granted and live it to the fullest. Just try and imagine -if it were your last 30 days on this planet, what would you do ….and why are you waiting?
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Voices Of youth
Hey everyone! I’m sorry I haven’t been updating my blog regularly but let me get to the point. I don’t know how many of you have heard of “voices of youth” (VOY), I am grateful to a friend for introducing me to this site.
Every child has a right to education, yet 115million children miss out.
Almost 12million young people suffer from HIV.
Every year more than 2 million children all over the world are sexually abused for profit.
Did these figures surprise you? I was sure shocked to know that these children suffer so much, It does make us realize that we should count are blessings every day.
In VOY you can read true stories, take part in discussions and polls, go through photo journals etc. If you want to make a difference then please go visit this website and become a member, encourage your friends and family to become a member too.
http://www.unicef.org/voy/
Lets make a difference!
Every child has a right to education, yet 115million children miss out.
Almost 12million young people suffer from HIV.
Every year more than 2 million children all over the world are sexually abused for profit.
Did these figures surprise you? I was sure shocked to know that these children suffer so much, It does make us realize that we should count are blessings every day.
In VOY you can read true stories, take part in discussions and polls, go through photo journals etc. If you want to make a difference then please go visit this website and become a member, encourage your friends and family to become a member too.
http://www.unicef.org/voy/
Lets make a difference!
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Appreciation-do u appreciate?
Hey folks- I’m trying my hand at blogging again and this time I have NO clue what I’m going to write. 10 mins have disappeared and I’m still looking at the blank screen so I figured I should type this out so the screen won’t look blank anymore. I don’t know if that made sense but my screen looks better…
Have u ever bothered to notice the “miniature” details of life? I hadn’t till a few days ago. I sat in class –our teacher went on about some “stories” she heard about our so called notorious and LOUD class…We all looked at her well at least it looked like that. Our eyes were on her our minds as usual were sidetracked somewhere else. Someone was thinking about how they’re going break the haunting news of not getting “first-class” grades to their parents or maybe they were counting the seconds for the bell to ring, waiting for the glorious moment for our teacher to get out of class or how they wanted to drill her head through the wall…but my thoughts for a change weren’t drifted that way.
I looked out the window, at the blue skies staring down at me. We never appreciate the beautiful skies…but manage to crib when the skies change their colour for the day and become grey. I looked at the trees in the quadrangle, we walk pass them everyday without acknowledging the fact they do add to the ambiance of our quad. It might sound brainless but if u try to imagine the quad without the trees you wouldn’t see anything but a barren ground.
Admiring nature is something we do during many points during our lives, but throughout our existence on this globe we should learn to admire the other small things....... for example how my mom never forgets to ask me how my day was when I come back from school or how during every occasion, when I’m feeling blue I manage to find a note from one of my friends may it be Dolly, Rishika or Prerna sitting on my desk. Whenever I get off the phone with my mama’s or mami’s they never forget to remind me that they love me.
In today’s materialistic world it is important that we find happiness by appreciating the small things which at the end of our existence make our lives look larger. Appreciation may be one word but its meaning is so deep. This deepness we can go on reaching and exploring till the end of our lives, if we understand how and what it is to appreciate. Appreciation doesn’t reach ones heart if it isn’t said with compassion and sincerity.
Well I managed to write something….to some extent, whether I got the message through or not I’m not sure but I hope I did. One last thing “constructive criticism” will be appreciated…It’s not the question of not liking all the good comments, but this criticism will just help me to write improved blogs which will make your read more satisfying.
Have u ever bothered to notice the “miniature” details of life? I hadn’t till a few days ago. I sat in class –our teacher went on about some “stories” she heard about our so called notorious and LOUD class…We all looked at her well at least it looked like that. Our eyes were on her our minds as usual were sidetracked somewhere else. Someone was thinking about how they’re going break the haunting news of not getting “first-class” grades to their parents or maybe they were counting the seconds for the bell to ring, waiting for the glorious moment for our teacher to get out of class or how they wanted to drill her head through the wall…but my thoughts for a change weren’t drifted that way.
I looked out the window, at the blue skies staring down at me. We never appreciate the beautiful skies…but manage to crib when the skies change their colour for the day and become grey. I looked at the trees in the quadrangle, we walk pass them everyday without acknowledging the fact they do add to the ambiance of our quad. It might sound brainless but if u try to imagine the quad without the trees you wouldn’t see anything but a barren ground.
Admiring nature is something we do during many points during our lives, but throughout our existence on this globe we should learn to admire the other small things....... for example how my mom never forgets to ask me how my day was when I come back from school or how during every occasion, when I’m feeling blue I manage to find a note from one of my friends may it be Dolly, Rishika or Prerna sitting on my desk. Whenever I get off the phone with my mama’s or mami’s they never forget to remind me that they love me.
In today’s materialistic world it is important that we find happiness by appreciating the small things which at the end of our existence make our lives look larger. Appreciation may be one word but its meaning is so deep. This deepness we can go on reaching and exploring till the end of our lives, if we understand how and what it is to appreciate. Appreciation doesn’t reach ones heart if it isn’t said with compassion and sincerity.
Well I managed to write something….to some extent, whether I got the message through or not I’m not sure but I hope I did. One last thing “constructive criticism” will be appreciated…It’s not the question of not liking all the good comments, but this criticism will just help me to write improved blogs which will make your read more satisfying.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
A book Recomendation...
Hey guys!
Thanks for the positive feedback on my blog. For all of u who sent me emails i would like to recomend this book called "Mayada, Daughter of Iraq" by Jean sasson. I'd like to thank sonya and shibani for introducing me to this book. It is a real eye-opener. Enjoy!
Thanks for the positive feedback on my blog. For all of u who sent me emails i would like to recomend this book called "Mayada, Daughter of Iraq" by Jean sasson. I'd like to thank sonya and shibani for introducing me to this book. It is a real eye-opener. Enjoy!
Monday, September 25, 2006
discrimination against women-why?
This is my first encounter with the whole "blogging business" so forgive me if my blog fails to impress you.This is my first time writing for a blog and i'm pretty much clueless on what to write.I'll just talk about something that happened today.Today on my way home in the bus, a perfectly normal goofy conversation with my friends turned out to become a very serious discussion.
In todays world you see the most powerful women a very good example is Oprah or even someone like Hilary Clinton. These are women who have say in todays world and people especially women look up to them. But have we thought about the women, young and old who are illiterate and have no say in anything including their own lives? Child marriage is BANNED yet in the 21st century, the government is still unable to teach the people about the bad consequences of early marriages. Such weddings are common in Rajasthan. The child marriages are deeply rooted in the populous northern states such as Rajasthan, Madhya Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh, Bihar and West Bengal.
The most important thing is that the law alone cannot control the social practice of child marriage. Women education and empowerment are the two best way to cure this practice. At every chance we get we should try and help these women, girls as young as 5months get "married" in the name of child marriage for money. A case study shows that the price paid for these girls is only between 500-4000Rs. Then they are sent to their so called "in-laws" house at the ages of 11-14 sometimes even when they are 9 or 10 years old. Dont they deserve to go to school and educate themselves like the rest of us?
Such cruel traditions still prevail in the India society. It is upto us "the educated" people to help make a difference.
In todays world you see the most powerful women a very good example is Oprah or even someone like Hilary Clinton. These are women who have say in todays world and people especially women look up to them. But have we thought about the women, young and old who are illiterate and have no say in anything including their own lives? Child marriage is BANNED yet in the 21st century, the government is still unable to teach the people about the bad consequences of early marriages. Such weddings are common in Rajasthan. The child marriages are deeply rooted in the populous northern states such as Rajasthan, Madhya Pradesh, Uttar Pradesh, Bihar and West Bengal.
The most important thing is that the law alone cannot control the social practice of child marriage. Women education and empowerment are the two best way to cure this practice. At every chance we get we should try and help these women, girls as young as 5months get "married" in the name of child marriage for money. A case study shows that the price paid for these girls is only between 500-4000Rs. Then they are sent to their so called "in-laws" house at the ages of 11-14 sometimes even when they are 9 or 10 years old. Dont they deserve to go to school and educate themselves like the rest of us?
Such cruel traditions still prevail in the India society. It is upto us "the educated" people to help make a difference.
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