Just chronicling the things I want to remember...
Exams looming one day away..
Gods blessings carry me through!
MIL taking care of Puchi...
The road right now is all work n no play..
No play at all!
Lots of plan.. Afraid to breathe lest they blow away...
N a happy new yr to me!
Monday, January 2, 2012
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Count your blessings.....
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THE LORD'S PRAYER
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those that trespass against us
Do not lead us to the test
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom
The poer and the glory
Forever and ever
Amen.
I grew up saying this prayer every night.
I thank God for every time that A- darling lisps it with me..
Or at least tries to...
Her regular prayer is the classic "Thank you God for the world so sweet"...
One which she says with fearful facial muscle movement!
With all the sincerity and innocence that Is the trademark of childhood....
And perhaps with a little idea that God is only going to give gifts if we pray very hard!!
God bless my darling.
THE LORD'S PRAYER
Our father who art in heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth as it is in heaven
Give us this day our daily bread
And forgive us our trespasses
As we forgive those that trespass against us
Do not lead us to the test
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom
The poer and the glory
Forever and ever
Amen.
I grew up saying this prayer every night.
I thank God for every time that A- darling lisps it with me..
Or at least tries to...
Her regular prayer is the classic "Thank you God for the world so sweet"...
One which she says with fearful facial muscle movement!
With all the sincerity and innocence that Is the trademark of childhood....
And perhaps with a little idea that God is only going to give gifts if we pray very hard!!
God bless my darling.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
A thousand things to be done...
Even while the moon shines blue
There's the sun saying Run... Run.... Run
So much of life to be lived
A thousand things to be done..
Some duties, some for pleasure
Some junk that become a treasure!
There's the sun saying Run... Run.... Run
So much of life to be lived
A thousand things to be done..
Some duties, some for pleasure
Some junk that become a treasure!
So what is B Ed?
I had a definite image of the B Ed student- teacher,
Not that I knew that they were called student teachers...
They were troubled thin girls in traditional wear who came with heavy charts & you could conveniently read a book sitting in the back row, they did not bother if you did not talk, and no one can bother me when reading, period.
So when my father had suggested " beta, BEd kar lo", I had dismissed the whole thing with a laugh, "kya papa?"
Today the echo of that laughter haunts me, as I pursue BEd or should I say BEd projects with missionary zeal,
I am that lady in traditional wear with a heavy bag.......
Not that I knew that they were called student teachers...
They were troubled thin girls in traditional wear who came with heavy charts & you could conveniently read a book sitting in the back row, they did not bother if you did not talk, and no one can bother me when reading, period.
So when my father had suggested " beta, BEd kar lo", I had dismissed the whole thing with a laugh, "kya papa?"
Today the echo of that laughter haunts me, as I pursue BEd or should I say BEd projects with missionary zeal,
I am that lady in traditional wear with a heavy bag.......
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Had the dream trip....Having the nightmarish B Ed
I really really enjoyed the trip to UK, yes it did happen, in August, for 15 days,
With Chandan and Little A, not by myself with kid, in the long run, thank God for that! Who would take Little A to McDonalds, while I went to the pub by myself, just to see what a pub is, & was rewarded for my curiosity with really bad Shepherd's pie, really, is it supposed to be that oily? Also an English bartender who gave me back 25 cents less, not knowing I count my change before pursing it... But considering I was surrounded by not a single person I knew, I decided to drop the idea of going to the consumer's forum! The weirdest thing I tried was eating was "haggis pate", sheep meat... Not advisable & not finish-able!! Being the kind to experiment, I often found myself sitting opposite a smiling Chandan, eating stuff like 'risotto' , not having the guts to throw it away for I had just refused his offer to go to an Indian takeaway with him! I did eventually do a lot of the traveling by myself, for, the better half needed to rest two days after visiting Warwick castle, and I needed two more days to cover all I wanted to see... with such opposing views on how a vacation ought to be spent, we felt assured that we were indeed ourselves, always opposing and together! I found the Lake district to be a cleaner and greener Nainitaal, wish we could keep our country as neat... Really really
wish... Our Scottish landlady was a character straight out of Dickens, complete with scarf, and rosy cheeks, and her matron like accent! Getting in touch with Subhadra and her family was special, (my school friend,) and we saw Aarakshan with them at the movie hall, more like a home heater really. The evening was a little spoilt by little A banging her lips, but God bless her, she was back in shape next morning, ready to go out with me :-) the sunny days were to die for.. the strange thing is, people are willing to help you if the sun is out, on a rainy day, they help, but the frown is firmly in place.. Weather is all important, as even little A learnt to ask every morning: aaj rainy day haIn? No? Sunny day? No? Cloudy day? No? Get the drift mummy? No? ;-) one experience I would advise for all, is a Yeoman's tour at the jewel tower... One thing I feel good about, is having taken Little A to a theatre at the Scottish Fringe festival, her first ever " Hansel and Gretel"... I had to pick between my and her theatre, due to time abundance, of course it's sarcastic, and I did the Indian mom thing by choosing to watch little A watch the play... She was so happy, and I was happier... My years of speaking to her in English had paid off... She least of all had a language problem, telling who ever would care to listen, I live in..... The address is, first sleeping line, then standing line, then again standing line....and I live in a big house.. Yeah, even she got it, space is premium in UK! I managed to do a lot, did not manage a lot more.. And cherish some moments as the recitation in Wordsworth's cottage ( from where little A collected a pebble, as I did not have cash to buy a souvenir and Chandan was resting some place from where he would not have to walk!), lines which truly captures my trip for me:
For oft when on my couch I lie...
in vacant or in Pensive mood...
Now for the BEd...keeping it. For another time:-)
For
With Chandan and Little A, not by myself with kid, in the long run, thank God for that! Who would take Little A to McDonalds, while I went to the pub by myself, just to see what a pub is, & was rewarded for my curiosity with really bad Shepherd's pie, really, is it supposed to be that oily? Also an English bartender who gave me back 25 cents less, not knowing I count my change before pursing it... But considering I was surrounded by not a single person I knew, I decided to drop the idea of going to the consumer's forum! The weirdest thing I tried was eating was "haggis pate", sheep meat... Not advisable & not finish-able!! Being the kind to experiment, I often found myself sitting opposite a smiling Chandan, eating stuff like 'risotto' , not having the guts to throw it away for I had just refused his offer to go to an Indian takeaway with him! I did eventually do a lot of the traveling by myself, for, the better half needed to rest two days after visiting Warwick castle, and I needed two more days to cover all I wanted to see... with such opposing views on how a vacation ought to be spent, we felt assured that we were indeed ourselves, always opposing and together! I found the Lake district to be a cleaner and greener Nainitaal, wish we could keep our country as neat... Really really
wish... Our Scottish landlady was a character straight out of Dickens, complete with scarf, and rosy cheeks, and her matron like accent! Getting in touch with Subhadra and her family was special, (my school friend,) and we saw Aarakshan with them at the movie hall, more like a home heater really. The evening was a little spoilt by little A banging her lips, but God bless her, she was back in shape next morning, ready to go out with me :-) the sunny days were to die for.. the strange thing is, people are willing to help you if the sun is out, on a rainy day, they help, but the frown is firmly in place.. Weather is all important, as even little A learnt to ask every morning: aaj rainy day haIn? No? Sunny day? No? Cloudy day? No? Get the drift mummy? No? ;-) one experience I would advise for all, is a Yeoman's tour at the jewel tower... One thing I feel good about, is having taken Little A to a theatre at the Scottish Fringe festival, her first ever " Hansel and Gretel"... I had to pick between my and her theatre, due to time abundance, of course it's sarcastic, and I did the Indian mom thing by choosing to watch little A watch the play... She was so happy, and I was happier... My years of speaking to her in English had paid off... She least of all had a language problem, telling who ever would care to listen, I live in..... The address is, first sleeping line, then standing line, then again standing line....and I live in a big house.. Yeah, even she got it, space is premium in UK! I managed to do a lot, did not manage a lot more.. And cherish some moments as the recitation in Wordsworth's cottage ( from where little A collected a pebble, as I did not have cash to buy a souvenir and Chandan was resting some place from where he would not have to walk!), lines which truly captures my trip for me:
For oft when on my couch I lie...
in vacant or in Pensive mood...
Now for the BEd...keeping it. For another time:-)
For
Sunday, July 31, 2011
How to feel different every ten minutes or so...
Listen to music: feel good!
Read face book status of smarter, better, luckier folks: feel depressed!
Look at work pile: feel weighed down!
Take a walk: feel high..
Enjoy too much: feel guilt...
Feel guilt too much: feel tense....
Feel tense too much: get tipsy... Feel tipsy...
Feel tipsy: feel good!
Disclaimer n Note: it is not necessary to consume alcohol to be tipsy, happiness can also promote tipsy state of mind!
Read face book status of smarter, better, luckier folks: feel depressed!
Look at work pile: feel weighed down!
Take a walk: feel high..
Enjoy too much: feel guilt...
Feel guilt too much: feel tense....
Feel tense too much: get tipsy... Feel tipsy...
Feel tipsy: feel good!
Disclaimer n Note: it is not necessary to consume alcohol to be tipsy, happiness can also promote tipsy state of mind!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Midnight rant...
Posting now that net is back...
14th July 2011:
Oh where is the net connection when you need it the most? This is 14th July, past midnight, me the insomniac wanted some net time. I'm a night bird that way, enjoying any activity the most when the world at large sleeps n I can have my own peace. Staying at home makes me practically free all day right? But I have this theory, the days are for working, the nights are for enjoying, n all the time that you find in-between: for sleeping. I manage to do a lot of the the in-between sleep thing when my mind shuts down, or refuses to function any further, but till that exhaustion point is reached, n if it's night, when I can read, write, listen to music, n it is further established that none of these activities can give me anything but a severe headache, then why I must do it.. So here I'm, one am at night writing rubbish, or is the word hyperventilating?!
I cleared the DU entrance exam, but cannot take admission, as the subject I chose while filling the form was not the one I was eligible to take, n did not hence choose subjects I would have been eligible for........ Clearly I loved not wisely but too well.... I don't know wether to be sad, or accept it with a pinch of salt n move on... Move on I have to, but the exact style is what I'm still making my heart up about. Am trying to think there us some good in this, maybe I'll figure it out at some point, for now, I did cry at this, but only once, n that may have been largely due to hunger n exhaustion... However flippantly I put it, my heart has been a little bruised, however tragically I put it, my heart is not really truly bruised... Told ya I'm still making up my mind how to deal with this...... An afterthought: when ever something has not worked for me in this life, in the long run? That has bee the best possible solution for me. God keep n bless, n let faith heal what style cannot :-)
14th July 2011:
Oh where is the net connection when you need it the most? This is 14th July, past midnight, me the insomniac wanted some net time. I'm a night bird that way, enjoying any activity the most when the world at large sleeps n I can have my own peace. Staying at home makes me practically free all day right? But I have this theory, the days are for working, the nights are for enjoying, n all the time that you find in-between: for sleeping. I manage to do a lot of the the in-between sleep thing when my mind shuts down, or refuses to function any further, but till that exhaustion point is reached, n if it's night, when I can read, write, listen to music, n it is further established that none of these activities can give me anything but a severe headache, then why I must do it.. So here I'm, one am at night writing rubbish, or is the word hyperventilating?!
I cleared the DU entrance exam, but cannot take admission, as the subject I chose while filling the form was not the one I was eligible to take, n did not hence choose subjects I would have been eligible for........ Clearly I loved not wisely but too well.... I don't know wether to be sad, or accept it with a pinch of salt n move on... Move on I have to, but the exact style is what I'm still making my heart up about. Am trying to think there us some good in this, maybe I'll figure it out at some point, for now, I did cry at this, but only once, n that may have been largely due to hunger n exhaustion... However flippantly I put it, my heart has been a little bruised, however tragically I put it, my heart is not really truly bruised... Told ya I'm still making up my mind how to deal with this...... An afterthought: when ever something has not worked for me in this life, in the long run? That has bee the best possible solution for me. God keep n bless, n let faith heal what style cannot :-)
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