Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Woman Proposes, God Disposes...

Woman proposes, god disposes..

I felt an overwhelming NEED to eat M&M's (with peanuts) around 3. What is it with 3 PM anyways? I always wonder. There I was doing my work around 2:59 PM and suddenly at 3 PM the world came to a screeching halt. Because every good deed needs an explanation, here is mine for wanting to eat the M&dM's (with peanuts). I will be giving up chocolate in the month of August. And since it is not August today, I really get this last chance to indulge into it, so I NEED to drag myself to the vending machine and eat the M&M's (with peanuts). Note that I choose MandM's (with peanuts) because mind you even at my unhealthy-est self, I try to balance it out. So I declared my resolution on the YM and asked "D" to join me in giving up something like ...ummm...Coffee..I also did not forget to attach the line in the end "If you truly love me". After I typed, I regretted it big time. ooops..

and because every "sure" has to have "if" after it, he said

"Sure, if that will make you feel loved"..

ok..I am not going to back out just I said

"Not really..I need a lot more things after that.."

needless to say I lost my fellow "something" giving companion right there.

At was almost 3:15 PM and a woman with a want of sugar rush cannot wait more than that. So I sighed and opened my purse. I was so sure I will find a dollar bill or quarters, but instead I found a lot of hello kitty hair clips, stamps from the doctors place and kohls cash. I frantically thought for a minute if I can use kohls cash inside wending machine, because, why not? I could not believe that a woman has to try so hard to get one tiny pack of tinnie-tiny M&M's (with peanuts) if she is ready to give up so much after that..oh well..I guess I don't have to now..I just wanted to be healthy, but whatever..woman proposes and..

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

जगा लेको

मीटिंग मधे फोन वर
एक  भिजलेला श्वास
कोणाला ऐकू नाही गेला
कारण mute वर ठेवले होते  पत्ठ्यास

परत फिरून
लक्ष देणे भाग होते
पण प्रयत्न करून करून
मन वेडावले होते

फोन वर
किती संभाषणे साधली
पण भुकेलेल्या मनाची
तहान नाही भागली

वाटल .. ह्यातल्या प्रत्येकाला सांगावे
करा disconnect अन बिनधास्त सुट्टी घ्या
deadlines आणि goals .. कशाचीही चिंता करता
लेकांनो तुम्ही एक दिवस स्वतासाठी जगा

जा घरी आणि मिठी मारा बायकोला
उठलून घ्या चिमुकल्यांना
किवा पहा एक मस्त picture
आणि मग ताणून द्या छान दुपारभर

मस्त फिरायला जा बागे मध्ये
किवा hike करा डोंगरावर
हो ... त्याच डोंगरावर .. जो पाहून
उसासे सोडता तुम्ही दिवस भर

उद्या नाही आजच करा, नंतर नको आत्ताच जगा
उद्या office असणारच आहे हो , तुह्मी लेको जगा किवा मरा

Monday, July 29, 2013

Dharma Calling....

Dear J

I read a book to you yesterday. It is written by Deepak Chopra. It is about finding love and your passion in your life which will lead us to happiness. You seem to grow quieter as I read first couple of pages with your sleepy eyes fixated on my face. For some time I did not know whether you are listening or understanding or liking anything at all. Then suddenly you sighed and said "This is a good book mommy". It was hard to hide my happiness from you. I boy loves the books I love..As we moved forward, you asked me a lot of questions and seemed puzzled at some of the things I read. You wanted to accept it all, but it was hard. I could sense it. But let me tell you something, it was the same for me. That book for meant for kids your age, but your mom found it profoundly difficult and moving. Deepak Chopra mentiones that it is important to find your passion in life. Your calling. Your talent. Your Dharma - as he called it. And let me tell you something, I am still finding it. I told you that. You quickly told me your talent is to whistle. You are happiest when you are whistling. I totally agree. You seem to get it. May be you can teach me all this..passion, talent, acceptance and are all that personified for as long as I can are my teacher..

Thursday, July 18, 2013

How to get your own pets..

Standing inside the elevator with N and J when we spotted a very pregnant lady walking towards elevator with her dog. While the elevator door was closing, J chimes in "that lady is pregnant".

2 hours later..

N having a good time splashing water in the bath tub while I was watching her..she suddenly turns and asks me "Are you pregnant?" . My eyes ready to pop out. I mean I am chubby and all, but this? I said "Noooo" She says "But why not??" I said "because mommy is done having babies. If we have one more baby, she will not have time to take care of you and J". Her eyes became very curious. She goes "U mean, when you are pregnant, you get a baby?" I said "Yeahhhh....why??" She goes "I thought you get pets. Your own pets.."

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

New beginning

You finished first grade with dazzling colors my boy. Your favorite teacher Mrs. V happens to be my favorite teacher by far. She wrote following letter to all the first grade parents which brought me to tears..lucky to have you in my life..

Dear Parents,
I give you back your child, the same child you confidently entrusted to my care last fall. I give him back pounds heavier, months wiser, more responsible and more mature than he was then.
Although he would have attained his growth inspite of me, it has been my pleasure and privilege to watch his personality unfold day by day. I give him back recluctantly, for having spent nine months together in the narrow confines of a crwoded classroom, we have grown closer, have become a part of each other, and we shall always retain a little of each other.
Ten years from now if we met on the street, your child and I, a light will shine to our eyes, a smile to our face, and we shall feel the bond of understanding once more, this bond we feel today.
We have lived, loved, laughed, played, studied, learned, and enriched our lives together this year. I wish it could go on indefinitely, but give him back I must. Take care of him, for he is precious.
Remember that I shall always be interested in your child and his destiny, wherever he goes, whatever he does, whoever he becomes. His joys and sorrows I'll always be happy to share.
You teacher, Mrs. V