french fries with a cup of hot cofee is all my heart is wishing for when there is thunder storms...Who ain't wishing for a slight sprinkle of thy heavenly rain.. in this scorching sun?! We - I mean, people around HERE - are much luckier in that sense. There's some refreshment rain for us before the temperature gets totally out of bounds. There'll be a small rain, but enough to cool things down. And next day the Sun has to start from the very beginning . Getting outside after 12 in the noon is reaal hell, though. hmmm but fortunately and unfortunately its pouring cats and dogs since a day or 2..fortunately since I would have a good night's sleep unlike my husband who hates cold weather ;) hubby darling good night ! unfortunately since i need to ride through the water filled pot holes plying through the uneven lavelle road.
An interesting thing was that the clouds were moving at a noticeable velocity in the morning. They seemed light-weight. I don't remember seeing such large groups of clouds moving at such speeds.
As i was returning home from a short trip before my office the climate somewhat calmed down. Lesser clouds(not moving now), no wind, lesser cold.. I looked up and said "God, you're kidding me!". And whoa!.. is god really up there?!.. the wind started blowing with double the intensity. It was much supercharged that I felt like flying away. At least I feared the coconut trees bending over in the current will fall over me! I took larger steps.and climbed 3 steps at a time at my mom's place.I turned around.
Yo ho! This is a shower of rain straight down on earth. What a timing, savvy!!
It wasn't that heavy weight out-pouring as in June; anyhow, as I said before, enough to calm things down!or may be just a drizzle here and there.
I entered the house in all soft mood...! Fine and peace, well and good.. imagine, F'in cool! I was at the high, and I felt like enjoying the rain. At the backside of the home, there's a black iron grill. I hummed to the music, moved with the music, and held on to the grill..OOOOOOOOps I had to hit back work it was past 11 in the morn i rode off my pep and was at work by 11.30 and now again its all gloomy and with heavy thunderstorms.Hoping Bangalore doesn't turn into row row rowya boat gently down the stream merrily merrily merrily life is but a DREAM...........
*God reach me and Amit home safe !
19 May 2009
hmm..Feelings
"There’s a girl who’s not your ordinary girl, by any means - she’s been through a lot more than you could imagine. This girl not only has faced miles of troubles, years of pain, and an ocean of sorrow, but also has been drowning in her own tears looking for an escape. This girl has taken on challenges with fear and fury.With her eyes full of betrayal and a heck of a fake grin, she doesn’t complain."
ha...so many words to describe the feelings...Our feelings are a natural response to our thoughts and intentions.
We don’t really choose our feelings directly. Our feelings are a feedback mechanism.
They indicate whether we’re moving into alignment with our true desires (positive feelings) or out of alignment (negative feelings).
Simply put…
we feel good when we’re moving towards what we want, and we feel bad when we’re moving away from what we want. And that movement is more about thought and intention than it is about action.
ha...so many words to describe the feelings...Our feelings are a natural response to our thoughts and intentions.
We don’t really choose our feelings directly. Our feelings are a feedback mechanism.
They indicate whether we’re moving into alignment with our true desires (positive feelings) or out of alignment (negative feelings).
Simply put…
we feel good when we’re moving towards what we want, and we feel bad when we’re moving away from what we want. And that movement is more about thought and intention than it is about action.
Shifting Paradigms
Home shifting is always a big task that makes you to worry even from the first day you got to know about it.Our house owner,I call him an "S" person( stands for both his name and Stupid) has asked us to vacate the house because of the property division between bros. a crack pot that he is is very foolish.well, am no one to comment on him.Either it is moving from one city to another or inter city only, moving a home is not simple if you are not prepared well or have enough man power that carry each and everything of yours :-)
Its not just about moving stuff from one place to another but safely & organized way so that when you are standing in new home with cartons lying here & there could arrange back easily.My parents are always there and we are behind them - you see to support them :P( probably i take them a lot for granted I at times feel really sad about it too,well not moving away from topic i'm back again,) in arranging the house for us.well the sweetest of parents that I've are a major help in our busy schedule where myself and amit both are sooo occupied with our respective jobs,it becomes a nuisance to switch places, hoping to find "apna ashiyan" at the earliest.
Its not just about moving stuff from one place to another but safely & organized way so that when you are standing in new home with cartons lying here & there could arrange back easily.My parents are always there and we are behind them - you see to support them :P( probably i take them a lot for granted I at times feel really sad about it too,well not moving away from topic i'm back again,) in arranging the house for us.well the sweetest of parents that I've are a major help in our busy schedule where myself and amit both are sooo occupied with our respective jobs,it becomes a nuisance to switch places, hoping to find "apna ashiyan" at the earliest.
Dreams as an young gal
Certain dream never come to reality hence they are called dreams-but few are worth keeping,keeping within you for ever and ever it gives hope to live,but does it give the zest?
while at college once we had an essay writing contest.Our cultural head had a wonderful topic in her mind "future husbands/wife and hope of future" its self explanatory.I was all excited about it being the hopeless romantic that I'm(I thoroughly believe I'm one-my aunt calls me so)I was sure I would win the prize for this.My friends were sure about it too,but they were more anxious to know what I would have written.Every one started with the routine discussions about the cultural contests and sports contests that were approaching,I was in my own world framing sentences feeling each word of it.But when it came to writing I had 2 conflicting views within me,should I be sharing my dreams? one was yes the other was obviously a no,yes because I am a romantic and i like sharing things imagining and being in my own "wonderland" hoping my dreams would all come true and dreaming about my prince charming.No, was because i feared not people would make fun of me but fear of my dreams not coming true and more so after everyone knowing how i dreamt my life.I had to decide and register my name.Finally I stood and said yes mam,i'm participating.I won the contest :-) as expected by everyone but....... forget it !
This is what i had written-
Things I Love About My Husband
I cherish his company, his companionship, our conversation, the way
he smiles and looks at me. It brings joy to my heart when he cuddles
up close to me and puts his head on my shoulder. But he doesn’t stop
there, he is always comforting me with a loving caress of his hand on my back, or my arms.
I love the way he guffaws at my silliness and how we laugh together.
I enjoy the togetherness we share no matter what we are doing. he
always maintains a demeanor that is caring and thoughtful. My husband
checks up on me when he is aware that I am sad or feeling ill. he goes out of his way to make dinner even after he has had a difficult day, and he sacrifices for
others even when he is lacking. My darling often takes me out to the
movies or to dinner or both.
My beloved compliments me in the presense of family and friends. I
greatly appreciate the fashion in which he inquires me for advice or
opinions, how he credits me in my successes, but most of all how he
is supportive, putting his trust in me and standing beside me with
respect and admiration. However, I also appreciate it when he shares
with me his insights, ideas and considerations.
My darling takes time out to send me loving text messages during the
course of his workday, (I do treasure his thoughtfulness). I delight
in the way he decorates our home and how he likes to share his joys
and happiness with me. But also how he expresses the desire to look
good for me in the public, (which in my opinion does not take any
effort). My love is beautiful inside and out!
His response to gifts tickles me, just as it does to
watch him playing with sand dust while we are enjoying a walk
together. It’s a real joy to see the little boy in him come out to
play with me, we often dance together around the house to the sound of
our own heartbeats. I enjoy how we can have fun together, as a couple,
doing the simplest things.
I adore the way he snuggles up to me at the movies and holds on to my
arm as if we were on a roller coaster ride, and how he falls asleep
with his head on my chest. he also brings me joy by the sounds he
makes when I massage his feet.
My husband loves me in so many ways I would have to make notes of them as
they are happening, just to put them all down on paper. But my heart
feels each loving stroke of his wonderful love. I thank my Father for
bringing him into my life and for allowing me to experience such a
beautiful love.
Many men do noble things, but you surpass them all.
while at college once we had an essay writing contest.Our cultural head had a wonderful topic in her mind "future husbands/wife and hope of future" its self explanatory.I was all excited about it being the hopeless romantic that I'm(I thoroughly believe I'm one-my aunt calls me so)I was sure I would win the prize for this.My friends were sure about it too,but they were more anxious to know what I would have written.Every one started with the routine discussions about the cultural contests and sports contests that were approaching,I was in my own world framing sentences feeling each word of it.But when it came to writing I had 2 conflicting views within me,should I be sharing my dreams? one was yes the other was obviously a no,yes because I am a romantic and i like sharing things imagining and being in my own "wonderland" hoping my dreams would all come true and dreaming about my prince charming.No, was because i feared not people would make fun of me but fear of my dreams not coming true and more so after everyone knowing how i dreamt my life.I had to decide and register my name.Finally I stood and said yes mam,i'm participating.I won the contest :-) as expected by everyone but....... forget it !
This is what i had written-
Things I Love About My Husband
I cherish his company, his companionship, our conversation, the way
he smiles and looks at me. It brings joy to my heart when he cuddles
up close to me and puts his head on my shoulder. But he doesn’t stop
there, he is always comforting me with a loving caress of his hand on my back, or my arms.
I love the way he guffaws at my silliness and how we laugh together.
I enjoy the togetherness we share no matter what we are doing. he
always maintains a demeanor that is caring and thoughtful. My husband
checks up on me when he is aware that I am sad or feeling ill. he goes out of his way to make dinner even after he has had a difficult day, and he sacrifices for
others even when he is lacking. My darling often takes me out to the
movies or to dinner or both.
My beloved compliments me in the presense of family and friends. I
greatly appreciate the fashion in which he inquires me for advice or
opinions, how he credits me in my successes, but most of all how he
is supportive, putting his trust in me and standing beside me with
respect and admiration. However, I also appreciate it when he shares
with me his insights, ideas and considerations.
My darling takes time out to send me loving text messages during the
course of his workday, (I do treasure his thoughtfulness). I delight
in the way he decorates our home and how he likes to share his joys
and happiness with me. But also how he expresses the desire to look
good for me in the public, (which in my opinion does not take any
effort). My love is beautiful inside and out!
His response to gifts tickles me, just as it does to
watch him playing with sand dust while we are enjoying a walk
together. It’s a real joy to see the little boy in him come out to
play with me, we often dance together around the house to the sound of
our own heartbeats. I enjoy how we can have fun together, as a couple,
doing the simplest things.
I adore the way he snuggles up to me at the movies and holds on to my
arm as if we were on a roller coaster ride, and how he falls asleep
with his head on my chest. he also brings me joy by the sounds he
makes when I massage his feet.
My husband loves me in so many ways I would have to make notes of them as
they are happening, just to put them all down on paper. But my heart
feels each loving stroke of his wonderful love. I thank my Father for
bringing him into my life and for allowing me to experience such a
beautiful love.
Many men do noble things, but you surpass them all.
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