Monday, April 23, 2007
A person enters your life for a reason, for a season or an entire life time.
Recently after going thru all the hoo hoo haa haa over the site orkut. I created my own profile there. I added some new friends. I found some lost friends. I found my cousins there. I enjoyed being there. I mixed with people of all ages.
I checked in every day to see my scrap list building up. I received some wonderful testimonials. I uploaded my photos and got wonderful comments about them. I joined many groups and made many new friends. I enjoyed being on orkut. Of course there were some "side effects" too. I got some un wanted attention. I feared the misuse of my photos. I feared the invasion of my privacy.
Life went on. Days got busier. I lost the initial attraction of orkutting. And then I became passive on orkut. I hardly logged in. But I received messages in my inbox now and then. I received small sms everyday from some of my friends who just wished to say a good morning to me. While some one says to me...i just write to chk if u r fine, pls take care, I miss you....some one else says....A very good morning to u. Pls be touch.
Then I remembered reading this some where...every person in ur life comes for a reason, for a season or for the lifetime. This bolg is for all my friends who send me numerous sms daily to wish me good luck, wish me a good morning or just to bring a smile on my face. This is for all my friends who send me wonderful mails to brighten my day, to send me luck (those chain mails). This bolg is for all my friends who complain I never write back to them. Who complain, I never reply to their sms. This is for all those who observed I am now not so active on orkut. This is for all those who betrayed me, cheated me and cared a damn for my friendship.
This is for all those who came into my life for a reason, for a season or for a life time, to love me, to hate me yeah or even ignore me. Please please keep sending me all your sms, mails, scraps, messages as always. I love to be in touch with you. I thank you all from the bottom of heart to be what you are and to have entered my life. I am on the path of discovering me, myself, my thoughts and my wisdom. I want to find some new meanings and answers to my quest about life. Hence this thought of blogging, entered my mind Please keep coming back and read my posts. Post me ur comments and keep in touch as always.
I checked in every day to see my scrap list building up. I received some wonderful testimonials. I uploaded my photos and got wonderful comments about them. I joined many groups and made many new friends. I enjoyed being on orkut. Of course there were some "side effects" too. I got some un wanted attention. I feared the misuse of my photos. I feared the invasion of my privacy.
Life went on. Days got busier. I lost the initial attraction of orkutting. And then I became passive on orkut. I hardly logged in. But I received messages in my inbox now and then. I received small sms everyday from some of my friends who just wished to say a good morning to me. While some one says to me...i just write to chk if u r fine, pls take care, I miss you....some one else says....A very good morning to u. Pls be touch.
Then I remembered reading this some where...every person in ur life comes for a reason, for a season or for the lifetime. This bolg is for all my friends who send me numerous sms daily to wish me good luck, wish me a good morning or just to bring a smile on my face. This is for all my friends who send me wonderful mails to brighten my day, to send me luck (those chain mails). This bolg is for all my friends who complain I never write back to them. Who complain, I never reply to their sms. This is for all those who observed I am now not so active on orkut. This is for all those who betrayed me, cheated me and cared a damn for my friendship.
This is for all those who came into my life for a reason, for a season or for a life time, to love me, to hate me yeah or even ignore me. Please please keep sending me all your sms, mails, scraps, messages as always. I love to be in touch with you. I thank you all from the bottom of heart to be what you are and to have entered my life. I am on the path of discovering me, myself, my thoughts and my wisdom. I want to find some new meanings and answers to my quest about life. Hence this thought of blogging, entered my mind Please keep coming back and read my posts. Post me ur comments and keep in touch as always.
My amma…simply the best!!
Oh not one day goes by when I don’t call up my amma (for those who don’t know me, im married and staying away from my parents) for a simple talk or a genuine opinion or just a suggestion. I call her up, I laugh with her telling all the petty jokes, I cry with her with all my problems. I fight with her for all the advices she gives me, which I do not want to agree with her. I justify with her, for all the actions that I do, which are not agreed by her. But not one day goes by, when I don’t call her.
I need to make a delicious dinner for my husband, and off I call to my amma. Hey how do cook this? And know what, you just watch a lil later the pride that sets on our face, when my husband tells my amma “ athaiya, ur daughter is a better cook than you”
And then I need to tackle by daughter. She is growing up u see and who better advices me than my mother. She teaches me how to teach my daughter. How wonderful to have a mother by you.
I wish to be like you amma, for my children. …the best mother. I wish to be like you amma, for my husband…the best wife. I wish to be like you amma, for my brother…the best sister. I wish to be like you amma for myself…the best friend.
Thank you amma.
I need to make a delicious dinner for my husband, and off I call to my amma. Hey how do cook this? And know what, you just watch a lil later the pride that sets on our face, when my husband tells my amma “ athaiya, ur daughter is a better cook than you”
And then I need to tackle by daughter. She is growing up u see and who better advices me than my mother. She teaches me how to teach my daughter. How wonderful to have a mother by you.
I wish to be like you amma, for my children. …the best mother. I wish to be like you amma, for my husband…the best wife. I wish to be like you amma, for my brother…the best sister. I wish to be like you amma for myself…the best friend.
Thank you amma.
face the problem! - An ode to my dad.
"Ammallu! dont come to me with ur problems. Arrive at a solution. If U have the problem, U r the best judge to figure out which is the best solution." I remember, my dad saying this to me, when i was a young girl. I got offended. How can my dad ask me not to go to him with a problem? He is my dad. The person whom i depend on the most. How can he say this to me??
Days went by. My life continued with its dose of good days and bad days. My problems continued me and so did my complaints. But when i look back, I realized, I overcame most of them. Nothing is permanent. The problems are like the eclipses in your life. They come and go. What really matters is - how do you manage them? How do you solve them? Thanks to the words my dad had spoken to me, I have learnt the art of battling the problems on my own. I remember my dad proudly, when some one comes to me and says....."mam, u have a solution for every problem." or "She is a person, who stood by all odds, to be where she is today...the entrepreneur and a dynamic young lady...full of zest and wisdom"
This i am writing, as my first blog...will be an ode to dad, for being there always to show me the path to success. Thank you dad for everything you do and everything you don’t do...thereby teaching me to do.
This i am writing, as my first blog...will be an ode to dad, for being there always to show me the path to success. Thank you dad for evrything you do and every thing you dont do...thereby teaching me to do.
Days went by. My life continued with its dose of good days and bad days. My problems continued me and so did my complaints. But when i look back, I realized, I overcame most of them. Nothing is permanent. The problems are like the eclipses in your life. They come and go. What really matters is - how do you manage them? How do you solve them? Thanks to the words my dad had spoken to me, I have learnt the art of battling the problems on my own. I remember my dad proudly, when some one comes to me and says....."mam, u have a solution for every problem." or "She is a person, who stood by all odds, to be where she is today...the entrepreneur and a dynamic young lady...full of zest and wisdom"
This i am writing, as my first blog...will be an ode to dad, for being there always to show me the path to success. Thank you dad for everything you do and everything you don’t do...thereby teaching me to do.
This i am writing, as my first blog...will be an ode to dad, for being there always to show me the path to success. Thank you dad for evrything you do and every thing you dont do...thereby teaching me to do.
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