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Monthly Archives: August 2013
Aug26
Joint Family & Me
Last weekend, we went to parents at our home town. And as always, mom told a lot of things about my childhood, which I felt like chronicling for myself.
It was a huge house, with our grandparents and families of four brothers including my father, living there. We must have been 40 people in all. So both mom and dad used to work. Mom was a teacher and father a clerk. My maternal grandma took care of me in early days. Those were the days of no-huggies, and homemade cloth nappies were used. So my nani used to take care of all those shitty, literally, things. My paternal grandma was not very keen on doing all that, I was told by mom. Okay, so a year or so after, my nani passed away. Then my mom’s deserted elder sister took care of me and later my younger brother. I had a very weak stomach, and docs advised drinking goat-liver soup. My paternal uncle took that responsibility upon himself. He brought the meat, boiled it and gave the soup to me, and enjoyed the liver himself. Sadly that uncle is no more now. And so is the aunt who had a very unfortunate train accident. May their souls rest in peace. By the way this uncle had a dairy farm, and we used to have milk straight from the udders of buffalows at times, and the butter-milk and fresh butter. Those were really the days.
OKay, so this and other paternal uncle used to teach me to abuse and call names to our parents as fun. I don’t have a real sister but cousins are aplenty. I was taken care of them when no one was around. And I faintly remember one or two older cousins having fun with me also, but those are childhood memories. So these cousins used to play with us, eat with us, and take us for walks.
There was always grandparents rooms, which were always a shelter when I was upset or wanted some alone time. My grand parents, as most are, were really nice people with no pretensions. My grandpa used to smoke hukkah, and once or twice we also enjoyed a smoke or two with him. Grandma used to make savoury sweet dishes and very tasty vegetables. She used to cook on earthen stove and the resulting taste was out of the world.
When a joint family lives together, there are always fights and quarrels, so my father and his brothers and their wives used to have usual fights but we were spared of the temporary animosities. And we could have lunch or dinner anywhere we wanted. My uncle who bought the first TV and fridge in our whole family, allowed us to watch movies and programmes and we used to borrow chilled water bottles and ice-trays from them.
WHen anyone of us fell sick, there were a whole lot of people who took care turn by turn. If our parents had to go out, they were not concerned about where we shall stay. We used to sleep in open verandah in the middle with 10-12 cots lined side by side, and enjoyed the open skies.
But now-a-days, joint families are a rarity. Even we are living separate from parents, as a nuclear family. Don’t know after 1-2 generation, will anyone remember joint family atmosphere or not.
An aside, today happy came to me and very respectfully said- I want to take your blessings for today’s interview. It gladdened my heart a lot, and I got the feeling of an elder brother. Some things even small give you great happiness, maybe happy knows this and therefore allows me to have this happiness. May god bless her.
Aug26
By Three Methods – Confucious
Aug26
Eleanor Roosevelt
Someone once asked me what I regarded as the three most important requirements for happiness. My answer was: A feeling that you have been honest with yourself and those around you; a feeling that you have done the best you could both in your personal life and in your work; and the ability to Love others.
~ Eleanor Roosevelt
Sincerely,
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Aug26
True Love
It was approximately 8.30 a.m. on a busy morning when an elderly gentleman in his eighties arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9.00 a.m.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat. I knew it would take more than an hour before someone would to able to attend to him. I saw him check his watch anxi…ously for the time and decided to evaluate his wound since I was not busy with another patient.
On examination, the wound was well healed. Hence, I talked to one of the doctors to get the supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
We began to engage in a conversation while I was taking care of his wound. I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment later as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no and said that he needed to go to the nursing home to have breakfast with his wife.
I inquired about her health. He told me that she had been in the nursing home for a while as she was a victim of Alzheimer’s disease. I probed further and asked if she would be upset if he was slightly late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was and she had not been able to recognize him since five years ago.
I asked him in surprise, “And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?”
He smiled as he patted my hand and said, “She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.”
I had to hold back my tears as he left.
I had goose bumps on my arm, and I thought, “That is the kind of love I want in my life.”
True love is neither physical nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
Source- Internet
Aug25
default setting
What is your default setting? When everything around you falls apart, what do you instinctively do, where do you retreat to?
I am an organiser. I love my lists. I love my plans, and I absolutely could not live without my diary. I love knowing what is going to happen, and when. Now you may think all this planning must mean that I am not following my goal of ‘living lighter‘ for this year. But I do not plan an activity for every moment. Sometimes I ‘plan’ at home days for myself and the girls. However, if those plans (even for an at-home day) get disrupted I say it has been “hijacked”. And doesn’t that tell you an awful lot. The terminology that I choose to indicate that my day hasn’t gone to plan indicates a forced seizure and diversion.
I have just found out that Mr will be travelling…
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Aug25
How a note can save your day
Pay It Forward.
How one note can save your day
Posted on August 25, 2013 by forfreepsychology
Our blog tries to cover varied topics, but the underlying theme is that we want to inspire and give people hope. One of our goals is to do our part to make the world a better place, and maybe somebody else will want to do the same? We see people around us everywhere, and we don`t always know their stories. Here is an example of one story, that speaks volumes about our ability and potential to make the world a better place. We are ripples in a pond, and with encouragement we can reach, very, very far. Hope you enjoy this little story.
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Good Samaritan note goes viral on Reddit
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Aug24
Late Night Lewis
On love and life and God.
Aug24
~*DIALOGUE BAAZI in CHEMISTRY:*~
Indian readers will understand only, Hindi-mixed
* Rishtey mein to hum tumhare
Allotrope
lagte hain, naam hai… Diamond!…
(*)
* D-block se darr nahi lagta
saheb,
F-block se lagta hai!
* Ek baar jo maine bond todato
main
Activation Energy ki bhi nahi
sunta!
* Resonance ko neglect karna
mushkil hi nahi,
namumkin hai!
* Yeh Electron mujhe de de,
Carbon!
* Ek chutki Hydrogen ki keemat
tum kya jano, Oxygen
babu!
And…
And…
And… Thermodynamics abhi baaki hai,
mere dost!
Aug23
11 Things You Need To Know About Yourself In The Digital Age
1 & 11 are the bestest.
My two bits about life and work 