I know I transform to a different species when people come to me with their problems. Especially when it concerns sickness and mental derangements. I love that kind of stuff. I will forget I hate them, never wanted to talk to them and that I had issues with them. It is just that I don’t dislike them as much as I love what I do. One can always get me to talk.

I miss regular conversation though. Like Hi, how are you doing? How are you dealing with the heat in Philadelphia. Met any guys yet? Or some such regular girl/people stuff. I miss out on gossip and travelogues and books and theatre and politics and food talk.

I miss being thought of as a person.

ps: I feel rather envious of her right now. 

There are over 50 countries in the continent of Africa.

Doctors aren’t God, walking talking encyclopaedias, know it all, or fix it all.

There is more to us, our family, our house, our lane, our life, our rant.

Indian-Chinese is really Indian food, not authentic Chinese cuisine.

Dogs aren’t called a man’s best friend for nothing.

Bad language (spellings, foul words) was cool in the sixties.

Children’s books can be read by adults.

Discrimination speaks volumes of one’s intolerance.

Generalisation speaks volumes of one’s ignorance.

No one knows it all. Be open to listening, reading, learning. Arguments, raised voices, bruised egos don’t take anyone anywhere. I think I am not studying enough to want to write this post. Come on over humour me.

This has been a bad phase for all of us. We have highs and lows often. Most times we pick our selves up without even realising we were in the dumps. Some times it just gets hard. It is then we need that extra support.
It gets harder when people around us are having a tough time too. Lets just say there is a huge emotional depression wave . Unfortunately the few that we hope will be our strength or atleast be there for us just turn around and tell us to be practical and not expect a thing from them!!!!

It is at times like these when we start doubting our very fundamental beings and start to wonder what is wrong. What I want to tell you is that it is ok to doubt yourself, it is ok to question everything you have done. School work, life, experiments whatever. Let that be a learning experience, let that bring back humility which tells us that we have to be more alert, more careful more vigilant and better than the best we have been.

I’m not even going to harp of all your achievements and say you did that so you can do this. May be it is time to find what more you can do because you haven’t before. It is time to push yourself harder. It is time for a little more of you to come forward. You have a lot in you, you just don’t know about.

Have faith and good luck.

I once wrote an email to a friend who was having a hard time with her academics, friends and life in general. After listening to her rant over the phone one night; I wrote her an email the next morning. Having saved the email I have often gone back to find motivation from my own words.

This write-up has excerpts from that email and has been modified.

I don’t think anyone should let anyone know that their self-respect is dispensable. It shouldn’t even be. It doesn’t matter what new relationship one is trying to build; one’s relationship with one self should not be lost.

Unconditional love is over-rated and old fashioned.Hurtful but true.

Brutally honest, blunt, arrogant, reckless have been some of the more genuine compliments I have received back in the day.

It has been a really long time since I have spoken my mind. I wont say it has been a strain on me to be the goody two-shoes, but I did miss the freedom of speech. I would like to believe that I was trying to be nice and less hurtful to other people by softening my tone; and that it wasn’t a ploy to fit in with other people be liked or any such human need that I might posses.

Of-late, I seem to have found my spirit back. I am surprised by my own honesty. I figure it is better to lay out the cards and then leave the other person to deal with them the way they want to. How he decides to play them should then be acceptable to me. A lot of times when I think I will never hear from them again; they have surprised me. I think we forget to give people credit for being mature rational beings.

I like knowing where I stand with people. I think others do too. Small peppy talk is for a party full of strangers, probably at a coffee shop. How ever and I quote Mr Bill Gates, “In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs”.

Get real.

Religious, professional,national biases are hurtful.

Being in those shoes should make me more tolerant. In action, not just in intention.

If not tolerant atleast more educated.

Some times doing your best isn’t good enough to stay on top of the game.

They are  younger, smarter, faster with more networking skills than you will ever have. Damn ‘em new medical graduates.

Time to fasten up those seat belts. There is a very rough ride ahead.

7 facts about me.The rule mentions interesting. Seriously?!

1. I think of people as learning opportunities. A reason for me to grow as a person.

2. I admire people involved in sports. I know I will never be the kinds.

3. I feel more at ease with my pen-pal who I have never met, than some of my closest friends I hang out with often.

4. I still get squeamish inspite of all the exposure I have had in my line of work.

5. I don’t care about mango species.Give me any mango from any country I love ‘em.

6. I don’t think I am the kinds who can let go.

7. I love cooking and enjoy immensely what I cook.

Thanks Coffee Girl for the Tag. Long time since I was asked to do any. I am going to tag specific people I hope they take up this tag.

Epiphany

Fuschia

Greensatya

Jarvarm

Junktext

Jolvin

Wishfulthinker

Stupidity is not a crime.

You are free to go.

Hi Sweetie,

In less than an hour you are going to be 4. I am so tempted to call you at 12 to wish you a very happy birthday. Yeah your Bua does silly things like that. She loves birthdays and she loves to be the first person to wish anyone.

I know you are excited about tomorrow. I am too. I only wish I could be there with you. Your princess cake sounded delicious. All the plans you have been making for so long sound so tempting.

I was very nervous about meeting you last week. I wanted you to like me. I wanted to be that star bua. Some one you could go back and show off in front of your friends about. I wasn’t sure if you would like me. I am not very good with children.

I believe children should be children. I don’t do very well with today’s smart 4 year olds. They annoy me. Since we only talk over the phone, I wasn’t sure how much I would like your opinionated self, or survive listening to your eloquent and long monologues.

I am so happy we hit it off well. That didn’t even take effort. I guess there is a thing about these relationships. We don’t have to make efforts.The love and affection comes about naturally. I am so enamoured by all your affection and love and hugs and kisses that I cannot stop talking about you. I am even blogging about you. I don’t know if I will ever tell you about my blog. But this is a real cool place. May be some day you could come hang out here.

On your birthday I want to tell you how your parents are the best in the world. For you I am sure they are. How ever I know them from another time, when they were young and silly and even looked funny. I know them since the time your mother would get your father red roses every time he was annoyed with her. Yeah your dad. Seriously!

To see them bring you up as a lovely well mannered affectionate child tells me they have grown as people. They are definitely doing some thing right and that makes them really special.

I don’t know how much longer it will be before you will lose your innocence, or your genuine smile. I don’t know when academics, boys, career, job, will take over your life. I know things will change. I want you to know that it is OK if and when they do.What is important is how you handle the changes in your life. If ever you feel you have no one else to go to or talk to, I want you to remember you will always have me. Nothing you ever do, will lessen my love for you.

I don’t know what kind of a person you will turn out to be, what I do know, is that you are the sweetest thing that has happened to me in the last few days. I didn’t know what it is like to love another human being like that. Now I do. Nothing I give you on your birthday can match up to the joy you have brought in my life. So thank you, and God bless you.

Happy Birthday sweetie!