Its my birthday in less than a week, and am sure super excited !!!

As far as I can remember, amongst all my friends and people I have known I have always been the one whose made plans weeks ( okie ..Months ) in advance and been harping and reminding everyone about it and jumping around the place !! Of course the entire credit goes to my parents for inculcating the habit in me

I have special memories of all my birthdays celebrated in unique ways each year and not to forget the special haircuts ! I have an obsession for haircuts and yeah its customary for me to have a birthday haircut ! i dnt knw why and how this trend started ! and plent of new clothes for the special day and a day before and the next day as well !!! I swear this is the fact and the tradition is still on !!

This year is no different, got the clothes in order and plan A & plan B too will decide about it in a day or two.

I think the only thing that has changed in the years is now am a doting mother, an adorable wife, a great friend and always the wonderful daughter !! Modesty doesn’t exist here either and i honestly don’t feel a day above 19 at alllll !

I was surely flattered today when two of my friends, who I haven’t met or talked in quite a while remembered my birth date and mentioned it, we had talked after ages and it made my day !! Am all charged up and thrilled to the core Thanx P & D !!!!

I m still as excited and really cant just wait for the weekend to arrive !!!

More news to come…….

Really Really Sorry for not being able to put up some posts !!!

will surely put them up soon !!!

The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the ‘Peanuts’ comic strip. Try

answer the questions, read the e-mail straight through, and you’ll get the point.

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world.

2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners.

3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America.

4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer  Prize.

5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winners for best  actor and actress.

6. Name the last decade’s worth of World Series winners.

How did you do?

The point is, none of us remember the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers. They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten. Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners …

Here’s another quiz. See how you do on this one:

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school.

2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult   time.

3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile.

4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and  special.

5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with .

Easier?

The lesson:

The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care.

Made me think about it What say ?

I took my dad to the mall the other day to buy some new shoes.

We decided to grab a bite at the food court.

I noticed he was watching a teenager sitting next to him.

The teenager had spiked hair in all different colors: green, red, orange, and blue….

My dad kept staring at him.

The teenager would look and find him staring every time. When the teenager had enough, he sarcastically asked, ‘What’s the matter old man, never done anything wild in your life?’
……………………

Knowing my Dad, I quickly swallowed my food so that I would not choke on his response; knowing he would have a good one.

……And in his classic style, he did not bat an eye in his response….

”Got drunk once and had sex with a peacock. I was just wondering if you were my son.”

Here is a lovely story I came across, A lovely story – Very Very Touching!!! This story tells us something about LOVE & LIFE. How our expectations can be a mismatch if we are not ready to listen and understand.

My husband is S/W Engineer by profession, I love him for his steady nature and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Two years of courtship and now, five years into marriage, I would have to admit, that I am getting tired of it. The reasons of me loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness. I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings. I yearn for the romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite; his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about LOVE.

One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. “Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired. There are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night, seemingly in deep thought. My feeling of disappointment only increased. Here was a man who was not able to even express his predicament, so what else could I expect from him? And finally he asked me: “What can I do to change your mind?” Somebody said it right… It’s hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: “Here is the question. If you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind. Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death. Will you do it for me?”

He said: “I will give you your answer tomorrow…. ” My hopes just sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting underneath a milk glass, on the dining table near the front door, that goes…. My dear, “I would not pick that flower for you, but….please allow me to explain the reasons further….. This first line was already breaking my heart.

I continued reading. “When you use the computer you always mess up the Software programs, and you cry in front of the screen. I have to save my fingers so that I can help to restore the programs.

You always leave the house keys behind, thus I have to save my legs to rush home to open the door for you.

You love traveling but always lose your way in a new city. I have to save my eyes to show you the way.

You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month. I have to save my palms so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy.

You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism. I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom.

You always stare at the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes. I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help to clip your nails and help to remove those annoying white hairs. So I can also hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand…and tell you the colour of flowers, just like the colour of the glow on your young face…

Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more than I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die …”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting. .. And as I continue reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, and if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk…

I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread….

Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone…

That’s LIFE, and LOVE. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness. Love shows up in all forms; even in very small and cheeky forms.

It has never been a model. It could be the dullest and most boring form … Flowers, and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… AND THAT’S LIFE

Guys, are we still cribbing

1. Last beverage – Lemon Soda.

2. Last phone call- A Proposed Traveler

3. Last text message – A Client

4. Last song you listened to – Chor Bazari

5. Last time you cried – Don’t remember – thank God !!

HAVE YOU EVER.

6. Dated someone twice? – Nope

7. Been cheated on? – Nope

8. Cried yourself to sleep? – Yeah

9. Lost someone special? – Yes L

10. Been depressed? – Yes L

11. seen ghosts – Naah

LIST THREE FAVORITE COLORS.

12. Blues – Shades of them

13. Sea Green

14. Black

THIS YEAR HAVE YOU.

15. Made new friends – Yes

16. Fallen out of love – No

17. Laughed until you cried – Yeah

18. Met someone who changed you – Not met, but read and talked to people who did

19. Found out who your true friends were – Nopes

20. Found out someone was talking about you – Yeah

21. Kissed anyone on your friend’s list – Yeah

22. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life – 90%

23. How many kids do you want to have – Maxx Maxx 2 – its tedious

24. Do you have any pets – None at all…ever

25. Do you want to change your name – Not Really ..am a satisfied soul !!

26. What did you do for your last birthday – Partied as always

27. What time did you wake up today – 06:15 am

28. What were you doing at midnight last night – Sleeping Peacefully

29. Name something you CANNOT wait for – Lose Weight / A New Wardrobe

30. Last time you saw your father – 2000

31. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life – Nothing Really

32. What are you listening to right now – Nothing

33. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom – Nope

34. What’s getting on your nerves right now? – Nothing  !!

36. Whats your real name – Good Try !!

37. Relationship Status – Married….doesn’t mean cant have loads of friends alrite!!!

38. Zodiac sign – Scorpio

39. Male or female – Fe-Male

40. Natural Hair color? – Brown

41. Hair color now – Brown

42. Pet Peeve – Calls not being answered

43. Need Glasses- Naah

44. Long or short – Long;)

45. Height – 5′3

46. Do you have a crush on someone – Yeah…. A recurring phenomena

47. What do you like about yourself? – My Attitude

48. Piercings – Yup

49. Tattoos – Never

50. Righty or lefty – Righty

FIRSTS.

51. First surgery – Done with

52. First piercing – Ears

53. First tattoo – Not Applicable

54. First best friend – Zeenat

55. First sport you joined – Lawn Tennis

56. First pet – Rabbits

57. First vacation – Kashmir or Nainital ..like I remember.

59. First crush- Kumar

60. First alcoholic drink – Beer

RIGHT NOW.

61. Eating – Cream Crackers

62. Wearing – Casuals Jeans & A Tee

63. I’m about to – Go home to my baby

64. Speaking to – A Supplier

65. Waiting to – go on a relaxing holiday

YOUR FUTURE.

66. Want kids? – Yep

67. Want to get married? – Already am…cant make two intentional mistakes

68. Careers in mind? – Yeah, work in progress

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?

69. Lips or eyes – Eyes

70. Hugs or kisses – Kisses

71. Shorter or taller- Taller

72. Older or Younger – Older

73. Romantic or spontaneous – Spontaneous

74. Nice stomach or nice arms – Doesn’t Matter

75. Tattoos or piercings- None

76. Sensitive or loud- Sensitive

77. Hook-up or relationship – No strings please…

78. Trouble maker or hesitant- None

HAVE YOU EVER.

79. Kissed a stranger – No

80. Drank hard liquor – Yeah

81. Lost glasses/contacts – Nah..sunglasses then yes.

82. Sex on first date – Nope

83. Broken someone’s heart – Errr….Yeah.

84. Had your own heart broken – Of course..more than once.

85. Been arrested?- Never

86. Turned someone down – Yes

87. Cried when someone died – Natural phenomena

88. got someone into trouble intentionally – Nooooo

DO YOU BELIEVE IN.

89. Yourself – Oh Yes

90. Miracles – Quite A Few

91. Love at first sight – Naah

92. Heaven – I Think So

93. Santa Claus – Tired of Grandpa Santa…need a dude now !

94. Kissing on the first date? – Yes..heard of chemistry

95. Angels – Males welcome !

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY.

96. Is there one person you want to be with right now? – YEAH

97. Had more than one boyfriend/ girlfriend at one time? – Hell No !!

98. Do you believe its possible to remain faithful forever? – If you are a dog. But committed till you are with that person, yes.

99. What’s the one thing you cannot live without? – Money

100. Posting this as 100 truths? – Yeah right !!!

I have been a mother to an angel of a daughter since the past 4 years…well almost, she turns four in the next two months!

It’s been a wonderful journey, and am looking forward to the years ahead as well. The best part is coming home to your kid to hug you tight which literally means ‘Mom, I missed you!’

It’s a learning experience every single day, the new stuff she learns in school, her voacabulary, breaking out into a sudden jig or her ways to talk, express and assure me at times when low thats shes right there for me, she potrays to be a big girl and responsible as well, which makes me wonder, ‘ Your only 4, Girl !’

Most of the times, being a mother also means testing your patience, and especially difficult for a person like me who lacks this virtue. A few months back I had started loosing my temper on my angel and at the spur of the moment I would yell at her or raise my hand not without a reason but for trifle matters which would make me angry, and later feel horribly guilty about it. A conversation with a friend made me realize the mistake I was doing. We are stressed with the situations that life brings to us on a daily basis, work, home, responsibilities, traffic snarls, end of the day reaching home to your demanding kids and home, all this tends to take a toll on our mental frame, but what about our little ones… whose world revolves around us, for the kid her parents are her universe and if we get angry at them or hit them, we also are teaching them to do the same thing with their friends and peers and shaping their personality in the wrong way. This thought really hit me and I try my level best to control myself and I did succeed a bit thou J Thank you my friend for showing me the right way !

Being a mother also makes you more responsible as an individual, before our babies arrive in this world, we are free birds, we can take off anytime for a movie, dinner, party or holidays without having to think twice, but being a mother you would think of the child and her schedule and the priorities suddenly change, the movie or dinner is no more important until the child has not slept or is settled, to make your plans for the day. Yeah most of the times the mother is famished earlier than the kid to make any more plans

Being responsible for your behavior and actions, every child watches their parents and are mirror images of their parents. The values, morals, habits we inculcate in our children (the earlier the better!!) will last them a lifetime and hopefully turn them into wonderful human beings, isn’t that each one of us as parents hope for?

Having babies is undoubtedly the best thing ever !! The most amazing and inexpressible feeling is the unspoken, unexpressed words that follow ……it’s Priceless !!

I have also accepted the fact I have grown not just in wisdom but in size as well

This article reminds me of my dad, we didn’t have he regular dinners like this duo but we did go out on and off and I really miss our conversations and sharing my life with him.

My father had his own way of imparting wisdom. He handed down stylish phrases when I least expected it. They burst forth suddenly and always came as a surprise.

One hot July Saturday morning, when I was a little girl, my dad asked me to join him for lunch. This particular day, it was just the two of us. My mother, also invited, declined the offer for nobler pursuits: a manicure and wash and set at the beauty parlor, where her standing appointment would never be sacrificed for anything as mundane as lunch.

“It looks like it’s just you and me, Missy,” Dad said with a twinkle in his eye, followed by one of his pat remarks. “So, let’s go and raise some hell.”

The restaurant was bustling with people, providing enough background noise to add an air of merriment to our meal. My dad and I parked ourselves in a booth and were handed menus so large they reached over the top of my head and offered a dizzying array of choices.

Over grilled cheese sandwiches and French fries for me and a fat hamburger, charcoal-burned and blood-red for him, my father revealed a most alluring confession: “You see that woman over there?” he pointed to a table a few feet away. I surreptitiously snuck a look. “That’s Marion, the gal who had a crush on me all through high school and into my law school years.”

With that came a wink of an eye to Marion, whom I could hear giggling all the way across the room. I, the budding adolescent, sat on the edge of my seat as he regaled me with this top-secret piece of news.

“But,” my father said, moving his head so close it was practically touching mine, “she couldn’t hold a candle to your mother.”

And so began our luncheon rituals, where we broke rules, recounted anecdotes and shared secrets. Months later, I perused the menu at a different restaurant, this time in Manhattan, twenty minutes from our home. On this particular Saturday, I couldn’t decide what I wanted to eat. My father, realizing my dilemma, summoned the waitress. “Bring us the dessert menu,” he said.

Obligingly, she returned with a small, leather-bound book, edged in gold leaf with a list of desserts that had my mouth watering. Profiteroles, chocolate mousse, chocolate cake and chocolate soufflé were mine for the asking. I felt as though I had entered chocolate heaven.

“But, Daddy, we haven’t even had lunch.”

“Even better,” he winked, that same Marion wink. “When in doubt, eat dessert first!”

“What will Mommy say?”

“It will be our little secret,” he said.

And there we sat on that chilly autumn afternoon in a cozy French restaurant. He, dipping a long silver spoon into a parfait, and I, gorging on layers of chocolate cake oozing raspberry and covered in a white chocolate sauce. I remember wondering if life could get any better than that.

There were to be many more lunches and dinners in our future. I accumulated a wealth of knowledge from our talks, and I was privy to personal insights and private thoughts he loved sharing with only me, mainly because my reactions were always so spontaneous and sincere. I was genuinely interested in everything he had to say, which made me, his audience of one, a perfect dinner companion. Sometimes Mother asked half-teasingly, “Whatever do you two have to talk about?”

My dad also had a reflective side that felt protective and nurturing. He took me seriously, too, by paying credence to my individuality and giving me room for self-expression. As a lawyer, he was accustomed to problem solving. Our meals provided a venue into which I could retreat and unload my worst trepidations or, conversely, share my happiest moments. Without judging, he gently guided me through childhood, adolescence and young adulthood, and served as my one-man support system and guardian of my soul.

Even after I was married and living in Manhattan, Dad and I had a standing weekly dinner date that I came to rely on and treasure. He never once canceled out, despite his busy schedule, teaching me to honor commitment and value the importance of keeping appointments. The only Tuesday we didn’t meet at a restaurant was when I delivered my daughter. That night, Mom, Dad, my husband and I dined together in my hospital room. My father brought the champagne that he had been saving for this occasion.

“Even my new granddaughter can’t get in the way of our Tuesdays.” And there was that wink as we clicked glasses and toasted the birth of Elizabeth.

My father was in his sixties when it abruptly ended. His death brought with it a sense of longing I have never yet been able to relinquish–longing for something that would never be the same again.

Dad died too young and had a lot more tasting left to do, but I revel in the fact that we savored much of life together. We went on for years enjoying each other’s company. After his parting, despite my sadness, I was energized, knowing how lucky I was to have shared the Tuesdays of my life with him and the great life lessons he passed on to me.

I now take my two grandchildren, Andrew and Caroline, out to dinner weekly. They can choose any restaurant they want, as I was privileged to do so many years before them. Recently Andrew sighed, perusing a menu too big for a seven-year-olds eyes. “I don’t know what I want to eat.”

Caroline chimed in, “I can’t make up my mind, either, Grandma.”

My father’s voice came echoing back. “Then, I guess we’ll have to eat dessert first!” I told them.

And they, sitting back in wide-eyed disbelief, broke out in smiles, and “eating dessert first” was exactly what we did.

You have to visit Big Bazaar on a weekend and see the madness that goes on there !! It’s amazing… You would find people with baskets in their hands, trolleys (maybe more than one) rolling, Kids in trolleys (including mine), and of course loads and loads of the stuff picked up from Big Bazaar itself as thou it was available for free. :O

I wonder, what did we do when this place didn’t exist, so what really happened to good old ‘banias’ or is it the variety of each product available or the 50 paise discount enthralls the people to visit over and over again.

The most amazing part is the long queues to settle bills, it takes longer to settle bills than to actually shop there !! Don’t believe me, check it out yourself on a Sunday evening and prove me wrong…. Yeah I really wanna be proven wrong and yeah lemme know which branch then I ll follow u there !!!