Laughter..

An interior convulsion, producing a distortion of the features and accompanied by inarticulate noises. It is infectious and though intermittent, incurable.

I came across this definition of laughter recently and wanted to share it with you all..

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Fuss..!!

Gautams exams have started today....

I know its so silly of me but I felt so emotional..

I went to the church for the morning mass.. ..Both Peeps and Gautam refused to come with me.. Boys and girls waited for the father to come after the mass to his room to get his blessings.. Pens... Books and Heads were offered for blessings..! I waited cos I wanted to pay for a mass to be offered... for his exams.

In the house we lit the candle and prayed before he left.. and we drove him to the school.. Peeps commented that all these would only make him tensed up..I thought Gautam would be irritated with all the fuss but I was surprised.... !He tried to hide it... but he loved the fuss..!!
:))
Shows that my son is still a baby..
And I know that he will kill me if he happens to read this...!
:))

The Book..

"Now it is time
To open your presents.

Gift of tin and glass,
Wear out in a day
And are gone
But I have a better gift for you.

It is a ring for you to wear
It sparkles with a special light and
Cannot be taken away by anyone;
It cannot be destroyed.

You are the only one in the world
Who can see the ring that I give you today .
As I was the only one who could
See it when it was mine .

Your ring gives you a new power.
Wearing it you can lift yourself
Into the wings of all birds that fly .
You can see through their golden eyes,
You can touch the wind that sweeps ,
Through their velvet feathers.

You can know the joy of going up ,
High above the world and all its cares .

You can stay as long as you want
In the sky,
Past the night,
Through sunrise,
And when you feel like
Coming down again,
Your questions will have answers and
Your worries will have gone.

As anything that cannot be
Touched with the hand
Or seen with the eye,
Your gifts grow more
Powerful as you use it.

At first,
You might use it only when you are outdoors ,
Watching the birds with whom you fly.
But later on, if you use it well
It will work with the birds,
You cannot see.

And last of all you will find
That you’ll need,
Neither ring nor bird
To fly alone above
The quiet of the clouds.

And when that day comes,
You must give your gift
To someone you know who will
Use it well,
Who can learn that,
The only things that matter are made
Of truth and joy, and not tin and glass.

Every gift from a friend
Is a wish for your happiness
And so it is with this ring.

Fly free and happy beyond
Birthdays and across forever,
And we’ll meet now and then
When we wish,
In the midst of one celebration that can never end."


And so I finished reading the last lines..Of The book 'There is no such place as far away..' By Richard Bach..

5 yr old Rae invites Bach for her birthday party.. Bach is miles and miles away from her.. The book is about his journey across the deserts... mountains and oceans..

I got the lovely book from the library. It looks like a fairy tale picture book written on pages with lovely watercolor paintings by H.Lee. Shapiroo. There are only one or two lines in each page..
I have typed the line in each page as a stanza.. it is not a poem..


I finished reading it in about 5 mts and then spent the whole day reading it again and again and gazing at the paintings,,,

I had fallen in love with the magic Bach creates in me.. Again…

I wanted the book for myself..

I wondered if I should cheat.. Report loss.. Pay the full amount and keep the book for myself..
I have done it once.. For an old tiny book of classical poems.. With an exquisite picture for each poem.

I simply couldn’t bear to part with it..


After dinner I called Peeps and Gautam to sit besides me.. I wanted Gautam to read the book.. Aloud.
“Oh! No! I want to watch ‘American idol’ … He looked alarmed..

“Plz baby..” I begged..

“OMG!! philosophy..!!” He exclaimed.. turning the pages.. “It will be boring mama.”.

“Plz..” I begged again.
"You will like it..”

“Read it . It will hardly take hardly five minutes”. Peeps said..

He knows what a stubborn beggar I can be..

:))

"plz.. plz.. "I begged again. I wanted them both to enjoy the book..

Gautam started to read.. Fast...

His feet tapped impatiently.. He wanted to get over with it..

I watched my son read the lovely book. He was slowly getting absorbed in the words..

He glanced at the paintings in between. His body started to relax. The words slipped out soft and sweet..

He was surrendering to the magic.. He too was falling in love..

And so was my hubby..!

I decided to not cheat this time.. I would try to buy the book from somewhere…

'Me'

The most important person in my life is ‘Me.’

My best companion…..

‘Me’ has to be satisfied.

I should listen to what ‘Me’ has to tell me.

I need silence, solitude and guts for that.

Then ‘Me’ will show me the path I should choose.

And then I should take the responsibility of my decisions.

Quiet waters..

"The lord is my sheperd,

I shall not be in want ....

He makes me lie down in green pastures...

he leads me besides quiet waters..."

-psalm 23

I clicked this pix on my mobile cam during my morning walk today.. Lovely isn't it..? I am sooo lucky to have a place like this so close to my home.. Just fifty meters away...

new insights

1. Dont wait to be happy to laugh..!

2.Every experience is a lesson... a chance to grow.

The New Reality

“A cloud does not know

Why it moves in just such a direction

And at such a speed.

But the sky knows the reasons and the pattern,

And you will know too,

When you lift yourself high enough

To see beyond the horizons.”

-Richard Bach



It is time to discover new horizons…Time to take a holistic look as to where my life is leading…

I need to learn from my past, ancient wisdom, fiction and my dreams.

My undying quest must go beyond my dreams… I must learn to dream, yet struggle not to lose touch with the reality.

I am taking a sabbatical…. I will be back…. when I am ready..

Thank you all for your comments, support and love...

Romance...

I have been tagged bySILVERINE..

Rules of the game are...

1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.

2. Need to mention the sex of the target.

3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.

4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.

Sex of the target :Male.
Hmmmmm.. this is very romantic..
:))

My perfect lover


1. Has a sexy body, stubbled jaw, dimples, long hair flopping over his forehead and partly hiding his warm brown eyes, soft buttery voice, infectious laugh and smells sexy...

2. Make me feel like a princess.

3. Loves to sit and gaze at the stars in perfect silence... take long nature walks.... watch the sunset and listen to music along with me … and does gardening and cooking along with me.

4.. Smothers me with presents like flowers, diamonds, rubies, pearls, perfumes, books, CDs, chocolates, lacy lingerie.....Whisks me away on surprise holidays to Mauritius, Himalayas, Scotland, Paris, Tokyo..etc

5.Whispers words of love in my ears as we make sweet sensual passionate love.

6. Makes me laugh often….Says ‘U r special’ and ‘I love you’ often…..Writes lovely poetry about me

7. Ease away my pains irritations, tension and bitchiness with hugs and kisses

8. Drowns and dissolves me in his love.

Thank you silverine for this license to dream...


To a married woman experienced in the power and pleasure of adjustment, acceptance, patience, forgiveness and unconditional love..

:))

people i wish would take up this tag..

1. lash
2. parna
3. the monk
4. jagu.
5. sujith
6. rocksea
7 akkusotto
7. jo
8. soniya

Profit

"Today war is a very lucrativeand profitable industry; tomorrow human organs harvested from prisnors of war or fresh dead bodies 'produced' during the war might turn into an innovative market.

And then corporate mavens will be evolving corporate plans and stratergies for growth, expansion, modernisation, vertical and horizontal intergration always focusing on the need to enhance profitability.

The management institutions and consultants will conduct research studies to add value.

( moid siddiqui)

BOYS..

Gautam’s study leave started today. He is in the tenth...

I come out of my room ready to go to the hospital and see him sprawled on the sofa..Watching football..

He is taking rest. Had gone for his Hindi tuition at 7am.

“ Had breakfast..?"I speak fast. I am already late.

“No.” he stretches himself and leans back on the cushion..

His eyes follow the stupid ball.

“When will you start..? Remember.. U should study well..”

“Hmmm..” he mutters..

“Tell me when will you start..?” I persist..

He lazily shifts his eyes from the TV screen and rests on the clock

“Ten..”

“Ok...Ten.. study well..” I repeat..

He pretends not to hear..

I ring up at 10.05

“Started..?”

“Starting.”

“Study well..”

“Hmmm..” he growls..

“Have something to eat at 11.”
.
“What’s there to eat..?” His voice perks up.

“Bread and cutlets.”.

“Hmmm..” he sounds happy

He rings up at 10.25
“There is a power failure.. It’s too hot here..I cant study..”

“ Mama ..Ring up to the electric station.”

“U ring.”

“Me..? Don’t u know that they only listen to adults..”

“Ok.”

“There is no current supply in Bhagath Singh Road..” I tell the electrician.

“Yes . Rain.. We are working on it.”

“How long..?”

“We can’t tell that.. Difficult in the rain.”. His voice turns defensive..

“My son is in tenth.. study leave.. has to study a lot..” I end it with a laugh..As if making a joke.. at myself..Has to pamper him..

He chuckles.

“Soon ma'm ..It’s the rain..” I can hear his smile in his voice..

I ring my house to tell my son …But the phone is busy.. Probably he is chatting with a friend..

My son gets good grades. But he doesn’t sweat over his studies the way I did.. The way the dainty girl in the house opposite to mine does..

He can’t read for more than 45mts at a stretch.. Lazes around the house.. Sprawls on the floor watching sports channels. Rolls on the bed chatting on the phone.. Sits and broods for hours.. And stares at me belligerently when I tell him to study

“Intelligent.. But can do better.. Needs to focus more..” Tell his teachers..

“Hmm.. A doc ..” Their eyes gleam at me silently..” Has no time for the family.. Such a smart boy.. Must be lacking in attention from his parents.”
.
“U worry unnecessarily..” My hubby laughs..,. “And u spoil him rotten that’s why he doesn’t put his full effort..” He adds..

I know I should act maturely.. Talk to him quietly . Get the message across as to how imp studies are.. Tell him I am always there to support him.. That we expect him to do his best.. And leave him to himself.. Not interfere… Not nag..
But how can I not ..?
I note that the TV is on as I park my car in front of my house at noon....
He is lying flat on the ground… Pillow under his head.. Feet up on the divan.. Watching football..

“Not studying ..?” I can’t help it..

“At 1pm..?” He stares at me as if I am crazy

I decide not to reply..

“Boys will be boys..” I tell myself..