In spite of all the means of communication we have at our disposal I find that humans have really bad communication skills. It is very hard for a lot of us to speak what is on our minds. This handicap could simply be because we don’t know how to articulate our thoughts. Or it could be just that we too aren’t very sure of what we want to say.

The fear of looking bad can be a deterrent in expressing our feelings. Worse still when we do gather the courage to open up a good samaritan explains to us how we got it all wrong and why our anger or frustration is not in the right place.

Claustrophobia can occur in open spaces. I now understand how. It is unfortunate that we have to calculate the risk and benefits of free speech. The risk of crossing one’s line plays a far more dominant role than one’s ability to take in all the emotions.

If you didn’t get the idea behind this post. I just proved my point. All these words and no concrete message.

The power of prayer is debatable. Yet prayer is a concept. A concept as complex as energy and equally present in abundance. Prayer should be individualised as I understand it. I don’t think like belief; prayer can have any structure or rights and wrong. So how does one optimize the use of one’s prayer. What is that use if at all.

Mitchell May having survived a near fatal accident in his 20’s thinks that a prayer is the story you tell yourself every morning. The story of your life. What do you get up and tell yourself about yourself. What is the story you want to believe about your life. That is the prayer you say.

I was attending a yoga conference where I happened to hear this marvellous human being speak about his experience with life. After the 2 and a half hours of listening to him I knew I had not had enough. How ever this is a thought I wanted to share with you. A similar philosophy has been discussed in the book Secret by Rhonda Byrne.

Figure out your story while I enjoy Thanks giving for the first time ever.

Mumbai Skyline, originally uploaded by Educated Unemployed.

I’ve been told the real talent isn’t taking good photos any more, it is uploading them on time.

Grey’s Anatomy: Aired on 1st November 2007, 9pm Eastern.

Dr Yang suggests to the new cardio-thoracic chief that a high thoracic epidural anaesthesia is a possibility for patients who cannot tolerate general anaesthesia. According to her research this procedure was successfully carried in India and she has literature to support her claim.

BBC headlines 6th November 2007:

Surgeons in Bangalore, India have recently managed to  separate a girl from her headless under developed twin. The girl is stable and under supervision.

We are good. We have always been. Now we have the recognition. Makes me beam with pride.

Finally! Acceptance! Exciting! A reality! Applause!

Happy Festival Season to all. I have just had a brilliant start.

When one invests, they generally are thinking of the return that will follow. Doesn’t matter how big or small. The possibility of their investment growing is exciting.

Then begins the wait. For some to happen.

We all have thresholds for how much we can wait. How little we are happy with. When we close the deal and move on to the next. It depends on what we have put in and what expectations we have from our investments.

Now I am told, expectations are the root cause of all misery. I understand. But how do I motivate myself to keep investing hoping that one of my investments will actually bear fruit. How am I supposed to convince myself that I have to pay the monthly outgoings inspite of having no dividends to enjoy.

And you think this is the worst part. Try pulling out of an investment. There is always a sudden flurry of activity, attention, false promises of returns to just keep you in the deal.

Be strong I say. Pull out. Enjoy the freedom. There are plenty more investments to make.

I have a vase full of flowers that sit on my table. I don’t remember the last time I got flowers. For a self proclaimed abhorrer of mush I was very touched when my friend went out of her way to make me feel special. Of course and embarrass me no end at the same time. I got flowers a quarter cake piece with a candle and people to sing for me in a bar. Sweet, very! So silly too.

I have always wanted to know what a hang over feels like. That wish too was answered. After Miller light, Cosmopolitan, Long Island Ice tea Buttery Nipples was the sweetest way to call it an evening!

Buttery nipples: 1 oz buttershots liqueur + 1/2 oz Irish cream liqueur.

I am infamous for getting people to wish me on my birthday. I would generally start reminding people a month in advance. Hell, I even scheduled appointments one year as I was on call at nights and I didn’t want to miss getting spoilt. No one ever got the secret wish for a big fat birthday present, but I knew I will live.

This year when my 4 year old nice started making her July birthday plans in January, I decided it was time to quit the habit. Leave all that planning for those who actually get a birthday cake and presents. All hell broke lose when my friend of over 15 years wasn’t sure whether today falls on a Friday or a Saturday. I started letting slip my birthday and my birthday wishes.

I have always made a huge deal of this day. I don’t know why. It has been a while since we had birthday parties. It has been a while since I have received a card in the post. The only birthday song singing happens over the phone. I am old enough to have to contemplate over my past, rather than look forward to milestones. Worst of all a really rich chocolate cake isn’t the nicest thing to give to an already bulging waistline.

Birthday reminders on Orkut and Facebook are really doing my job so to speak. The number of people who have wished me this year has gone up exponentially. Who can blame all these people, with the reminder being slapped over them for over 3 weeks now. How ever I am a little surprised to hear from people I haven’t heard from in over a year. More than a year. Interesting.

That charm for birthdays has worn off on me. I realised when I had laundry, walk the dog, cook, re-write personal statement and please take a shower today on the to-do list. Yet it is a nice feeling to have people sound all excited at the thought of you getting a year older. I have had my niece a good friend and my favourite cousin all sing the birthday song to me. It has been 15 years since I spent this day with my childhood friend. I am going out for dinner with her.

Today is weird, but nice. It is my birthday after all. I am going to leave you to wish me all you like while I strike that please take a shower today off my list. Have a nice week end ye ‘al.