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so what I missed posting for 4 days? Programming resumes today<br />
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Ajju had a lick of hand sanitiser yday and gave me a scare. Little munchkin. Give her anything edible, she will examine it like a researcher if the said item has made punniyams to be held by her..Any non-edible stuff, especially those that needs to be kept away from children : she will not bat an eyelid and grab it with so much glee. I washed myself after nappy change and my bad (yes, it was my mistake, again), I put a drop of hand sanitiser in her palm and before I could place the said bottle and turn to her (not even a second,huh) she licked it. After that started my rounds of calling the doctor, googling, more googling, asking her carers to keep an eye on her , annoying her daddy and her ammamma and getting myself paranoid..<br />
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The first pram that we bought for her can be made street-facing when the child is in sitting/sleeping . Only when we place a car seat can the child be parent facing. (Its a story for another day how we bought another pram) . Even when she was a baby,she liked to observe the world around her. So, when there are a group of kids playing in the park and once we cross the park, she would let out a cry asking that she wants to continue watching the big children. I cant ask them to come and do entertainment in front of my baby.can I? Next, I also need to get moving beyond a certain time , for I would have stepped out to get some work done. So, solution : walk backwards..so that the little munchkin can keep watching the other kids, I can move forward (by walking backwards :) ) and cover a certain distance. </div>
SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-69810575891765136222017-01-05T21:59:00.000+05:302017-01-05T21:59:22.201+05:30An incident post demonetisation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
A few days after the demonetisation happened, I happened to shop at a local vegetable bazaar and tried to do a card transaction for 200 odd INR. Inspite of scratching (yes, literally she scratched it rather than swiping) multiple times, the transaction wouldnt go through and the sales lady showed me proof that my transaction didnt go through and I scrapped my purse to collect whatever money I had to pay in. I just had a word with the manager and moved on to other stuff.<br />
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Fast forward two days later, my bank statement shows 3 debits and only 2 credits for the aforesaid transaction. So, the amount has been debited once. I go to the manager of the store and with no bill or proof of my bank statement at hand and inform him that there have been 3 debits and only 2 credits. Immediately, the manager took money from his pocket and asked me how much he needs to give me and handed over hot cash.<br />
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Vaazhga such men and hoping people dont make "use" of such men and play dirty : else, even these few men would change their ways. </div>
SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-50898052891076773212017-01-04T17:51:00.002+05:302017-01-04T17:51:52.972+05:30Feeling terrible today..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Scolded Ajju today. Well, if I have to be honest to myself, this is not the first time..Last 2 months, I have been losing my patience over the antics and tantrums (that seem simple now in hindsight) of the little darling..A lot of things happening at the same time is overwhelming me and I lose my patience on the little brat. After all the stress settles down, I do realise that she is way way better than all the tantrums that I have done and still do to my parents. Inspire of taking a resolution umpteen times that I will control my stress/anger, will not show it on her, will be patient with her even if she tests my patience, will control my mouth, will zip my mouth, etc, I still fail..Just as I have failed today. I'm feeling very terrible. I think I'm the worst mother in the whole wide world. Seriously, which child does not test his/her parents patience? Aren't all the mother's being patient and dealing with their children? Why can't I be nice with my daughter? Why am I not able to come trolley my temper? Why am I not learning from my mistakes and committing the same mistake over and over? When will I ever learn? Will I ever? </span><br />
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This is the last and final warning for myself. I want to change .. Sincerely I want to change in this aspect. I've put this down here so that next time if at all I misbehave, I really don't know how I'm going to punish myself.. Universe and the higher power, please please help me succeed in this endeavor. I'm going to take it one day at a time, let's see..</div>
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-36255272650441790152017-01-03T16:11:00.003+05:302017-01-03T16:11:39.447+05:30What to write??? Travel it is <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I used to want to travel a lot, see the world when I was in my early twenties (well, I'm sure getting older now).As years went by, the intensity of the desire did come down, but yes, the desire was still there..Fast forward to now, I'm not craving travel and seeing places as much as I used to is my current mental state. This can change in due course getting me back to where I was, but for now, travel is not on my top priority list. After we came to the UK, a few started suggesting where all I can go during what seasons (even without my asking) and after a year, when we didn't do the tick-mark of the usual European places, the conversation went to : so, you have not even seen Italy/[insert any country,place]. </div>
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Well, people, not all of the human race has the desire to travel just like you do. And more importantly, people do undergo phases and they may be in a phase where travel may not be on their priority. So, there is nothing to be condescending when you get to know someone is not as well traveled as you are. </div>
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Going,seeing places/people definitely widens one's perspective, but what of those who don't have the opportunity to travel. What of those who have time and energy to make only ends meet. So, let's stop judging people based on anything for that matter..And you, you, even if you judge me, I don't care..I have a blog where I can write/vent :-) :-)</div>
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-3202749091664673592017-01-02T14:49:00.003+05:302017-01-02T14:49:53.739+05:30Onto some AAA stuff..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The moment she puts any non-ergonomic stuff in her mouth,she will keep her lips so tightly closed :-) </div>
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We have sleep songs, starting from twinkle twinkle little star when she was an infant to the recent pachai mayil vahanane..She shakes her body as if dancing, even when she's going to sleep. </div>
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When we adults laugh out loud for something, she also strata laughing giving an expression that she also wants to join in the merry :-)</div>
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When either her dad or momma casually puts their arm around the other, she will spot it and waste no time in coming to us, remove the said arm and sit exactly in between us !! Who taught her all this??</div>
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-66592172270942739242017-01-02T14:48:00.005+05:302017-01-02T14:48:54.721+05:30Happy New Year 2017<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Happy new year to everyone I know and to those I will get to know this year :-) And happy new year,blog. I keep taking a resolution every year to write more, just that I haven't kept up that so far. This year, I'm making the same resolution, starting with trying to do a decent job at this blogathon.</span><br />
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I'm a person who makes resolutions regardless of the occasion. Whether I keep them up or not is a post for another day. Well, this year, what are my resolutions?</div>
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- Be better : at parenting,at work, at keeping stress at bay, at ignoring people what others say or think about me, keeping in touch with people,at using my time effectively.</div>
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How was 2016? Well, most part of the year was spent with our little Ajju, .Spent on changing nappies, getting her to sit in car seat/pram, getting her to eat and sleep. All these may look to be normal in the daily routine of an infant/toddler, but we create a scene and do drama for all of these. They are all still work in progress..</div>
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-7818750707903140072016-11-03T20:16:00.000+05:302016-11-03T20:16:11.307+05:30Dishyum Dishyum<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Among many fantasy inspired thoughts I had, one of it was that when a couple welcome a baby, they also welcome a even stronger relationship between them which has very less fights and misunderstandings ..Thanks to all the dialogues in movies and soaps , this thought only strengthened within me. When S and I used to fight earlier, I used to convince myself and even vocalize to S that once we have a baby, we may have very less tiffs.<br />
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Ajju graces our lives and home. Now, we seem to fight more. Well, read as : I seem to fight more with S than earlier. I lose patience with him more easily, spurt out unnecessary words, pick up a fight for silly stuff , have disagreements on some of the aspects of his parenting and what not..<br />
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Not sure if I'm the only one on this boat or is it normal? Inspite of the fact that I keep taking a oath to myself that from today, from tomorrow, from now on I need to be very nice to S but I have been failing in actions many a times these days(: <br />
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With the list of things to do at home, with baby, at work, I dont seem to find enough time to even internalize it , feel guilty and come out with a stronger resolve. I dont know why I fight so much. S being the sweetheart that he is, has been very understanding and being quite adjusting, forgiving and forgetting. But, I cant test his patience right.<br />
I have read elsewhere that women tend to forget (well, put husband in backseat) their husbands when a baby arrives, atleast in the initial few years. Now, I'm realizing what they meant by it and I'm also one of them. But, I want to come out of it., soon, now. Along with this blogathon, I'm going to try and be nice to S(read: dont start a fight) one day at a time, one week at a time, one month at a time and make it a habit forever. Please wish me in this endeavor. Universe, please conspire and help both of us feel better.</div>
SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-30438974026799718082016-11-02T19:53:00.003+05:302016-11-02T19:53:44.506+05:30Prayer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I read post by Uma on Prayer (umsreflections.wordpress.com) . That triggered a whole of thoughts ..That inspite of being a Hindu by birth, I was more into reciting Christian prayers and I knew many hymns and songs by-heart. All thanks to the Christian convent that schooled me. It became so much that at one point people on our neighborhood started fearing if our school was into conversion. (It was just not me, many , rather most in our school were trained into all of this).<br />
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If its MoralScience class, then its stories from Bible and in 9th and 10th class, it was the Holy Bible itself. If it was the Lent , then it means Way to the Cross on Fridays thereby bunking a aprt of Biology class that is always scheduled after lunch (and getting scoldings from the Bio teacher who was against the nuns and their practices: a story for another day). before the board exams of 10th class, then, every class must pray for a particular student who is chosen by lots of the respective class leader. When our class was in 10th Std, then it means, being assigned to one or two nuns in the hostel who keep praying for us.<br />
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Prayers were always there in the morning, and in those classes where the teacher was a christian or a nun, then, there was prayer before those classes as well. I remember some of the prayers, some of them the first few lines. But one of them that I hope to remember always is : Our Father in heaven..<br />
Once , I remember being told that if this prayer is recited 7 times, then whatever you have lost will be gotten back. In those young minds, it got registered so deeply that when we lose a pen or a pencil or a rubber , we would recite this one if we wanted it back.<br />
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I wonder how to introduce the concept of prayer to Ajju. Will she automatically get it if I pray daily in front of the altar? Do schools these days teach the concept of praying? I'll get to know all of this in due course. I keep saying at home "Aandava, enga ellaraiyum kapathu pa". This is the one prayer that I voice out every now and then. Not sure how this statement got stuck with me, whenever I take Ajju near the God's place in our home, I say this little prayer.<br />
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-62897084631626833202016-11-02T18:15:00.000+05:302016-11-02T18:15:21.466+05:30Welcome back<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I have always thought if you are a parent, then there is lots more to blog about, the parenting happiness and struggles, the decision making, pics of all the antis that the little one does, ranting , to record everything and anything..Little did I realize then that yes, definitely there are indeed many many things to blog about but how would we do that when one is always pressed for time..<br />
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But from now on (hopefully I keep it up, this time) I will try and put in words if not all, some of all the ramblings that goes in my mind as blog posts.<br />
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When I was in the trying-to-conceive bandwagon, I started shunning myself from social gatherings/outings..When the topic of team outing would come up, I would be mute most of the times and out of necessity ,sometimes I would just play along..Given a choice, I would back out. I turned into this person who became asocial, not looking forward to attending an invite that came by..I used to think then that once I have a baby, I would turn around and enthusiastically participate in social gatherings. I would say that yes, I'm now mingling more (compared to earlier), accepting invites and attending them ..On one level deeper thought, yes, I'm engaging myself only if there is a NEED to. say, when I have to engage the little one , so that little one gets fresh air if I take her to the park, Ajju gets social interaction if I take her to the birthday party invite..You can see that its all because of Ajju. Even then, only if there is a need. Otherwise, I don't step out of my comfort zone. Like how I delayed going to meet an aged friend of ours for a full 10 days after she invited us. like how I didn't go for the Diwali invite from our neighbor .<br />
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And when Ajju is not in the pic, I'm the same old self, wouldn't budge..Why all of this coming upnow? I didn't go for the team outing yesterday. I wanted to go, but when the time came to get ready, I wasn't too keen..I gave myself all sort of lame reasons to not go. I didn't find even one good reason that motivated me to go. Now, when everyone says that they had a good time, I feel that I should have gone and missed it. Why am I not motivated to participate in social events? Is this my original personality? I dont know ..I used to be a social butterfly at school and in our neighborhood. But in college, I mellowed down a bit ..And became asocial as the years passed by ..<br />
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I want to change a bit in this aspect..I'm not looking to be the enthu pot that some people are, however, being this anti social is also not good. next time, when an invitation comes in, I'm hoping I can participate in it with interest. Lets see.<br />
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-14237787605136946302016-01-20T15:04:00.000+05:302016-01-20T15:04:29.306+05:30Discovering the right foot! <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Once upon a time, there was a little girl who wanted to dance in school annual day and very enthusiastically participated in the practice hours after school . She did put her heart and practiced diligently until one fine day she was the only one to be cornered out and told in front of the entire group that she has to be removed from the participation as she doesn't dance well and that her steps are bad.<br />
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A few classmates who were also in the group spread the news like fire to the total class and the neighbouring sections adding masala to the actual happening. Years rolled by,the little girl grew up,schools were changed,dancing opportunities came up,but the incident left a deep scar and she told everyone boldly that she can't dance to save her life..college happened ,during the freshers party, she could have gone ahead and joined the dance group where all her friends were in. But the scar didn't allow her to.<br />
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Some more years rolled by and one fine day,she was gifted this little bundle of joy who did many "abhinayams" right from day one. She thought maybe, just maybe,the little one may develop interest in dance and she can enjoy watching her offspring . Fast forward a couple of months,she happened to sing twinkle twinkle to the little one and the baby seemed to respond only when she sang with actions. Next day,same actions same song ,but the baby turned her face away...suddenly she moved her a**se and swung her hands and just did a step the baby's eyes brightened up and her little lips broke into a smile. .since then there has been no turn back. .This grown up girl is now dancing as if she has discovered her legs just now...even when she is not entertaining her baby,her legs don't seem to stay still..probably die to all these years of desire that has been pent up subconsciously. .<br />
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What made me write this today since I have been dancing like abandon last 2 months??I read a post by a fellow new mom Tharani (remember to copy the link as the copy paste doesn't seem to work on the phone) "there is something about babies.."..yes,definitely there is something about babies,for my baby has made me discover that I have a right foot,indeed..</div>
SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-27250588476400286942016-01-10T13:43:00.000+05:302016-01-10T13:43:29.491+05:301000 times too little. ..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
On my last day at work before my maternity leave began,my manager gifted me two baby story books and said his daughter loves them both and hence he chose to gift the same for my baby as well. I was excited to find what the books were hence hurried to open the wrapped gift. He was quick to ask me not to read them right away but to use it after the baby is born and more exactly to start using when I begin to read stories to my baby. For ,if the baby likes the story ,I may end up reading like 1000 times the same book. He mentioned that he has read that story to his daughter more than 1000 times so far (based on a rough calculation).<br />
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At that moment, I exclaimed and couldn't believe or understand why a dad would have to read the same book many many times over .<br />
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Fast forward just a couple of months,one fine day Ajju stopped crying abruptly on hearing twinkle twinkle little star and lo,it became a household song for us and since then,we have been using it as a distract sob, entertainment sob, sleep song,pram sob, car song and the list goes on..so,can you guess the number of times I would have sung this so far..would have definitely crossed more than 50000 times until now and counting. ...<br />
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-64371237987005409002016-01-05T10:45:00.001+05:302016-01-05T10:45:45.494+05:30Who's the boss?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-18452037917848532472016-01-04T02:48:00.000+05:302016-01-04T02:48:09.911+05:30Scenic Sunday<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Sunday being Sabbath day,where one is not allowed to do any work (am I correct?),so with this excuse,let me just post a picture today.<br />
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-86771917796632519632016-01-02T18:14:00.000+05:302016-01-02T18:14:23.871+05:302015<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Was the year of our baby and my pregnancy (yes,in that order..going by the way the little one has wrapped everyone around her little finger))..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I cannot be thankful enough to the supreme power and the universe and of course,our little Ajju for this blessing. .</span></div>
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Before I drift ,let me record what a great ROCK my husband, S, has been all through and continues to remain so.Touch wood. Inspite of all the tantrums I throw,all the pouting I do,all the showing-anger-bcos-of-otherss-on-him that I do, he still indulges me and doesn't point fingers. Well,what did I want to say??? Yeah,ever since nausea hit me in the early days of pregnancy, he took up the job of cooking for me,all fresh meals,every single day until my mother came over in the 8th month. In addition to that,he also did all the cleaning ,laundry ,and simply pampered me to the core. All this while managing a full time job which needs him to travel long distances often. Did I mention he used to wake up so damn early in the morning to prepare food that I would have only made a slight remark that I would like to eat. .and checking every single day after my lunch if I liked it and what was missing in the food in between attending the never ending conf calls . Naturally, he would be so tired and would want to rest,but took up the responsibility of taking care of me and baby whole heartedly without showing or expressing the slightest of frustration at any point. I think all this has deeply gone well inside me that Ajju is a daddy's girl . Wait,even while I was carrying her,after a long day when I used to mention that I did not feel much movements of the baby that day,S would only put his hands and immediately Ajju would get excited and start playing :-)<br />
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I started out to write about the year that went by,but ended up showering laavvuu for the better half..anyways,he deserves at least this from me ,so let it be..will continue the rest in another post..<br />
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Wait. .i'm not that bad,okay. .naanum nalla ponnu than.. (cough..cough)..now I can publish the post :-):-)</div>
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-47398785841745660722016-01-01T14:04:00.001+05:302016-01-01T14:40:47.101+05:30Welcome 2016<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Happy New Year!<br />
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May this New year bring in all that each of us wish and desire for.<br />
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I make resolutions every now and then (yes,not just during new year or varusha pirappu or ugadi or Christmas or ramzan. I'm known to make resolutions on any day only to follow it for next few days :-) ),and now let me make some ,put them down and try to revisit once in a while to see how I fare:<br />
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1) Be more patient in parenting Ajju. My patience levels have increased drastically (yes,only I need to pat myself for no one else is voicing this out) over the years and more since the birth of our Jr. But still,there is a long way to go and I want to improve on this one.<br />
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2)lose *some* weight : yes,some is the keyword here. At least 5 kg.,to begin with and get back into shape.<br />
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3) read ,rather re-start reading. I didn't bother to read all through 2015 and I'm not complaining. I just gave in to what my heart and mind said and went with the flow. So,didn't bother to exert/force myself to do anything at all. Clock an average of 1 book a month.<br />
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4) important point this one: don't bother,don't care of what people say,both on my face and in my back and do not let them affect me. This is something I need to try and put in action. Ignore them is what I need to remind myself when I even sense signs of their actions/words affecting me.<br />
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5) be decisive. Try and make decisions and do not look back once they are made.<br />
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I'm joining the blogathon this January and hoping that I can keep up at it.a lot of thoughts coming up now,let me streamline them and convert to posts in coming days. Ajju calling..need to rush..happy new year.<br />
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I'm still toying over what to call our little daughter in this blog: so if it's Rosie, Ro,baby,Ajju, Jr or any other name I refer to: it's going to be our little darling daughter. </div>
SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-41968174873458306452015-09-11T08:30:00.001+05:302015-09-11T08:30:56.271+05:30Motherhood:55er<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
She sings,talks to, pleads the child to go to sleep during the day for she can also go to snooze land briefly. When the opportunity arises,she is wide awake with the eyes fixated on the baby,nose existing only to take in baby's sweet smell and ears tuned to the rhythm of breathing</div>
SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-30619590988214469402015-08-30T15:16:00.000+05:302015-08-30T15:16:26.444+05:30Blessing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In the form of our cute little daughter has bestowed upon us on an auspicious Friday this month.<br />
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Her parents are smitten right from the moment she was born and she has wrapped up her grand parents and aunts around her little finger :-)<br />
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Thanks a zillion Ajju aka Roshni for choosing us :-) <br />
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-14132973998369426492015-01-29T18:53:00.001+05:302015-01-29T18:53:26.736+05:30All in a days work.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I compromised on breakfast today for I wanted to come a bit early than regular to avoid all the team members turning and giving me a look when I enter atleast for one day in a week. Only to come to office and notice that more than half the team is not to be seen and most of them are on leave and the rest are yet to turn up! Phew! I would have atleast had another toast!<br />
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With no mood to work, I thought of picking up stuff that I did a few months ago , check whethere everything is working and may be make some changes to them. Only to find that the previously-working-stuff is Just not working today!! Gah!<br />
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In a mood to listen to music hoping it will lift up my spirits, I open raaga.com and select on a song and that simply doesnt play!! Inspite of checking the headphones, Sound Application on PC, when I try to close the tab, it says "Song Playing.Do you still want to close it?". Pff! Where is it playing ?Not in my PC! Pfff..<br />
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I had thought of joining the lunch group today after a brief gap of few days (where I had at my desk) ,only to find that my stomach has started giving me frequent notices starting at 11:45 when the usual lunch time for our group is 12:30 and then find a table and begin to eat. Hmmm..<br />
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-62506955723724661832015-01-18T03:41:00.001+05:302015-01-18T03:41:32.876+05:30Movie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Watched Lingaa today. I would like to call myself a Ulaganayagan fan rather than a Superstar fan. Not sure how this bias settled , but as far as my memory can go, I've been biased this way. However, I have watched a lot of thalaivar movies too.<br />
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After watching this movie,I wonder what is different in here that the director is trying to convey? It's a regular masala with flashback and revolves around the hero (especially Super star,in this case) doing good for the society inspite of all the hurdles that he comes across. Just because Rajni has to act in a movie set in pre-independence era (to equal the score with Kamal ??) and show this patriotic fever, is it necessary to make a movie and put a check mark?<br />
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As long as the make-up artist for Rajni is active , none of the heroes need to worry. All of them act pair with heroines who would have grown up with their own children. I feel There is no point in just expressing this concern in speeches, why not put them into action? Why do these yester year actors always want to be seen as main-roles in big screen? Even the legend, Nadigar Thilagam has played the role of father, grand-father in many movies. Why not these Heros take a cue from them? </div>
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All in all, a time pass for 2 hours 47 minutes.<br />
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P.S: when I rant these points to the husband, he has a straight forward answer: "Appuram edhuku kan kottama paakara? Unna madhiri paakara aalunga irukardhu nala than, the entire crew gets all the courage to make any kind of movie". </div>
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-11685844040899552032015-01-12T19:32:00.000+05:302015-01-12T19:34:37.864+05:30Mondays!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This is a cheat post..There are a few posts, especially the one which is a follow-up to the previous one needs to be completed and published, which hopefully I'll do it soon.<br />
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For me, its not just monday mornings, but the blues extend untill monday noons. Especially when untill a few years ago, there used to be monday morning status meetings and we all used to hate that and hence we forced the management to change it to tuesdays.<br />
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Monday mornings are when the body and the mind just wouldn't budge to whatever commands one gives to it and would want to curl up in the bed for extra 5 minutes which sometimes extend to more than 1/2 an hour.<br />
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And offlate, during Monday's lunch, people will go around the table telling how their weekend was and when many in the group would give a gist of the the various "exciting stuff" they did over the weekend ,it doesnt bother me one bit to reply in a single word "nothing,just lazed around in the house".<br />
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I usually feel too sleepy on Monday afternoons. On some mondays, I would yawn so much as if any on-looker would think I havent slept properly in months.<br />
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-49009475651605628532015-01-08T19:22:00.000+05:302015-01-08T19:22:08.999+05:30Insane fear<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I'm a person who takes in every word of what people (ok, read : friends, relatives , extended family, some colleagues) say to my heart, brain, mind, and every other part of my body (: Because of this, I get stressed quite easily and more importantly, this behavior of mine has allowed others to control me. In the sense, if I do not like what they say, that has en effect on my mood, which shows in the actions I do and until I get calmed down, my whole productivity is gone . On top of it, I just torture myself, which isn't good for my physical and mental well-being.<br />
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The best part of all this is that in spite of me realizing how this is affecting me and taking a resolution more number of times than the years in Anno Domini , I haven't changed completely. After certain instances, I used to think I'm getting better only to realize the next time that I'm in the same place and haven't improved. I'm very tired of myself. After hours of introspection every now and then, I used to get to the core of the problem and see what is causing me to behave in this way and find solutions to rectify it.<br />
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The effect of such a behavior has led me to not be in touch (read as : Not talk or have any sort of communication) with those that have hurt me in the past. This is the result of the inherent fear within me as to what if during the conversation, they hurt me and I go into this cycle of getting depressed, brood over it , spoil my mood, show it on all those near and dear and then later, after the "realization" of the stupidity I've been doing for the past many hours, then come out of it. Just fear. I know every well that is is baseless fear, senseless fear. In spite of the sane mind knowing all of these, the insane mind takes over and I would like to improve in this area starting this year. I may not overcome this immediately, but hopefully, in the near future, I shed this fear and start communicating with fear without the fear and more importantly, if they hurt me, just let go and not take it anywhere within , even to my nails (which can be cut when it grows).<br />
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-25831424388476444222015-01-06T17:37:00.000+05:302015-01-06T17:37:02.776+05:30Story behind a random dog on the street<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Most of the 55-ers that I write are based on real-life
incidents with some bits of fiction here and there. The previous one "<a href="https://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=2207621108065159912#editor/target=post;postID=6816539164069202308;onPublishedMenu=posts;onClosedMenu=posts;postNum=1;src=postname" target="_blank">55er-Waht goes around comes around</a>" also
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My mother has regularly observed that a lady walks
her dog in the street in the evening and every single day, the dog would go
near a tulasi plant and do its job. Amma tried asking the lady if she could train
the dog to do it elsewhere. For which, the lady replied saying, it’s a dog and
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I’m no expert in pets, but from
what I’ve heard,read and seen on media, a dog can be trained, I guess. If that’s
not the case, will the owners allow the dog to use their entire house as a
rest-room for dogs? Its hard to believe for me. When amma narrated me this
incident, I asked her not to get disturbed and since she has already done her
part of requesting the dog-owner, there is nothing much she could do about it. </div>
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A few months later, after we moved in here, I do see bins placed on the roads,
especially in residential neighborhoods that clearly says “dog litter”. And I
see a lot of elderly gentlemen having a plastic cover or two in their pockets
and they pick up the stuff done by their dogs and use the bins to dispose them.
On seeing this the first time, I spent quite some time thinking about it and
inspite of having a plastic cover and washing their hands later some 150 times,
at that instant, what makes a person pick it up ? Do they consider this their
moral duty as the government/society has placed bins for this purpose or even
if they don’t prefer it, they do it because others do the same or what is
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We cannot expect our society in India to get this kind of
attitude overnight or even in 10 years. But, at the least, when the dog is with
the owner on the roads/areas used by general population, can they train their
pets to do its job in places that are not accessed by humans?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Sumathy decided to seek the guidance of the temple priest to
help bring in peace in her family. The priest asked her to perform tulasi pooja
for 28 weeks. On the way home, she suddenly remembered how she disregarded an
elderly woman’s plea to train her dog to not to pee on the tulasi plant.<o:p></o:p></div>
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-76001383993007651332015-01-02T20:14:00.003+05:302015-01-02T20:15:32.849+05:30First day to school/work after break : Fiction in 55<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Watching
children board the school bus, Shantha felt she had forgotten what it was like
to go to school. After a long Christmas break ,she was getting ready to go to
work and had an unusual feeling the whole morning. That's when she </span><span style="font-size: 18px; line-height: 20.7000007629395px;">realized</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"> she
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SMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14302535072635153868noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2207621108065159912.post-16297060682297259752015-01-01T17:39:00.002+05:302015-01-02T20:15:19.683+05:30Welcome 2015<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Dear 2015,<br />
Welcome!<br />
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I hope that you have bundles and bundles of goodness for everyone all through the year. May you Keep everyone in good health, let peace prevail in our lives , make dreams/wishes of all of us come true, reward hard work and sincerity, offer help for all those in trying circumstances, overall May you keep everyone happy.<br />
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Dear 2014,<br />
First of all, Thank you, for all that you gave and didn't give as well. As with the years in the recent past, you came and went past like a "flash". A good friend remarked that as a person grows older, he/she feels that every year passes by a little too quickly. The reason he gave was : as we grow older, every year becomes a smaller fraction of the overall life that we have lived so far. A child in class 2 feels the year is longer as the year is 1/7th of the child's life, whereas a 30 year old finds the year whizz past as the year becomes 1/30th of his lifetime.<br />
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Anyways,returning to you,2014,the year started with a surgery, recovery after that, then this job offer which needed to relocate, confusion and the decision making process, the process of shifting houses in blr, having to resign the job , some purchase and the move, re-starting the process of finding a house in a foreign country, getting an everyday routine set, finding hospitals to continue the medical care, getting to work with people from different cultural and language backgrounds, having office cubicle shifted thrice in 3 months, getting to manage with whatever vegetarian options are available, sharing cooking and cleaning with S, living with S (without the Mil) for the first time since marriage, realising that I can also cook decently as long as the brain and mind are sane,realising that doing the dishes is no big deal, finding ways to make these chores simpler, getting used to the numbing silence, weather.. It has been a year that was little different from the previous ones, though I have listed a huge list above, I wouldn't call it a great year. Undoubtedly, I'm thankful for these changes that you brought into our lives, for without these little changes, I might have fallen into a vicious cycle of depression that the years before you saw me in. Thank you for opening my mind and heart to experience change, enjoy the acres of greenery that comes into sight as I walk to work each day, take in the varied colours of autumn, prepare for winter , being open to interact with people from different cultural backgrounds, helping me to be myself when it comes to attire or food, and more importantly, Thanks a ton to my better half ,S who shares household work or sometimes does all of it if I'm not in the mood for it. He doesn't flinch one bit when it comes to these. Thanks to his bachelor days when he was away from home and had to do all of these by himself.<br />
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Overall, you have been ok to me. Please do tell/order your successor to be good,really great. I desperately need a good year.<br />
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Thank you!<br />
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Wish everyone a very Happy and a Prosperous 2015. May 2015 be a good year for all of us. All those participating in Blogathon-2015, all the best. Let's bump into each other once in a while<br />
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