A forcible bye
I’ve lived in fear of a unique, terrible moment ever since my son, Aarush was born — the day I leave for work and he notices.
One of my friends told me that his kid, as he got ready to leave for work, would go on crying and crying, crying like the entire world was coming to an end.”Velloddu Nanna! “(don’t go dad!) he would wail. “Please don’t go!” But my friend would forcefully go himself away and nearly die, turning his back to see his boy begging and pleading. He said,it sure broke his heart, each and every day.
Could I take that,if that’s my case? Could I leave? Could I walk away from my son,whose cheeks’re streaming down with tears, who wants nothing but his father’s company? How could I? I was dreading and fearing about the idea.But I knew that day would come.
And one day,that day finally came. As I began to gather my things to go for work,Aarush,in the middle of playing with toys, looked up at me with his innocent eyes. He came to me and caught hold of my finger and smiled a wonderful smile!!That’s just for me! Then he followed me to the front door, said a wonderful “bye” and closed the door behind me.And me left happily as i heard him laugh and ran back to his toys.
Another phase came!! But it’s not that much easy for me(like saying “bye”)to compete with Aarush,in suppressing my feelings whenever i drop him at his school, now a days.
PS: Wrote this post nearly one year ago.
Happened to you?
An young man at a flower shop. He was searching for the perfect bunch of winter flowers. He was scratching his head and trying very hard to decide which bunch to pick.
A short while later the young man from the flower shop came into the restaurant with a bunch of flowers. He motioned to the waiter that he was expecting someone.
The young boy kept looking at his watch and glancing up at the door.
Most of the people in the restaurant finished their dinner and started to take coffee or ice creams.
The young man was twisting the edge of his paper menu. Rolling it back and forth, back and forth between his fingers. He continued glancing up at the door.
Almost an hour had been gone.
Suddenly his face break into a smile.
He shoved his chair back almost knocking it over and he rushed outside. There he was moving toward a beautiful girl in a pleasant attire.
They held each other for the longest time.
Their passionate embrace created embers inside the spectators all the way that might kept them warm all night.
And we dint know how much struggle she had faced to meet her lover on time, but we must be happy that his waiting came to an happy end!!
Mr. Man
I was talking with Mr.Man the other day and his pants kept vibrating. I see that effect on people.
No, no, sorry. I mean, his Blackberry is set to ping him every time an e-mail arrives, and the man gets two hundred messages a day. He’s got the palm-in, wrist-up Blackberry unholster motion down.
But does anybody really need to be that connected? Are those messages so important that they can’t wait for him to finish being bored by me and get back to his desk? No, of course not. That’s not the point. It’s not the importance of the messages that demands they be checked immediately, it’s the volume.
With the amount of crap being vomited up by his Ethernet connection — all day, every day — it’s tough to walk away from the spigot for fear that he’ll return to waist-deep water. He reads his mail in real-time to avoid being greeted by a hundred-message pile-up when he gets back from lunch. Bringing the computer with you is the only way to keep up.
One’s entire life can be devolved into an endless, grinding slog through his/her back-log. Everything he/she can do is about catching up, doing the stuff he/she didn’t get done the day before, plowing through some other goddamned thing that needs his/her attention. Ending the day without actually adding to the total aggregate is a victory. There are times when it piles up faster than he/she can shovel it away.
And the computers are at fault, of course. Always the computers.
The tools you use to manage information have evolved to the point where you can abdicate the tedious process of gathering it all together to them, and they now do a very diligent job of making sure that it’s all brought to your attention. Endlessly. Maddeningly.
The proper solution, of course, is to further improve the tools. There are plenty of rants out there about how to fix feed readers and e-mail clients or to allow community filtering and sort-by-affinity. And that’s all great, and I’ll heartily welcome the day when Outlook is smart enough to simply trash the messages that I’m going to trash anyway, before I even see them. (Rule: “From: XXX” to “Deleted Items”.)
A person
Instantly he had to assume more responsibility than he had ever expected to have.He had to become an emotional support for a man who had been him so many times before.
During that period he learned a lot about himself and about life. He ended up spending time around a lot of very sick people. When he would sit with that man in ICU, he got to see a different side of an illness, a human side.
Many times people are only identified by their disease, but people forget that a person is still inside that body.
Buttoning a shirt
How does a four year old kid button his shirt? Okie..I’ll tell you..he simply grabs a button and after messing with it for a bit, feeds it through the eye in the fabric.Once the button and the eye match up, the task is quite simple.
But if you wanted to create ‘buttoning instructions for the kids’ and you needed to explain this on paper, the task might seem almost impossible to a child reading the instructions.Yet, kids learn to do their buttons and tie their laces without much thought.Why do they do it so easily?Because they do not dwell on the mechanics of the job at hand.They just respond to their own desire to succeed.
Well,when it comes to solving problems, many people turn this simple act into a major undertaking.For some reason, we tend to dwell on our problems and build them into huge mountains that are almost impossible to move.
She’s beautiful
“She is Beautiful”
“She’s so gorgeous”
“She has the most wonderful smile, it always makes me so happy”
“Her eyes are so sparkly, I love them”
“She is adorable when she makes that expression”
“Her hair really looks pretty like that”
“That colour really suits her, she just looks fantastic in it”
“Her hands are so elegant”
Hey..those compliments or many more,perhaps,the boys could think of praising a girl. And i remember my graduation times and me used to praise like that. I’d be willing to bet on any cost that girl was never told growing up those sayings or praisings. It seems that many don’t see the point in praising up their daughters in this way. Beauty is only skin deep!?! Have you seen anyone saying like, “Look at that girl. Wow, she looks like she knows how to do a hard day’s work and I bet she makes the best pie ever. Yeah, I want that girl!” Nope, all’re praised for their external beauty.
My belief is that if a girl enters her teenage years with the complete confidence that someone finds her beautiful she’s not going to go searching for acceptance with half the boys in her year.
Never let yourself tell your girl “Don’t you have a funny looking nose?”
“Oh dear, I was hoping you wouldn’t inherit your grand father’s knees”
“You really look like a certain Star Trek character when you make that expression”
No matter how much in jest you say it and how much she laughs, there’s a decent chance that for tens of years to come that little girl will be looking in the mirror saying “She was right, I am a funny nosed,bulgy kneed, star trek character”
“No progress” Report
When people owe me things (examples: status of a project, document that they promised to send) but I don’t hear back from them on the due date, I get a bit confused.
Here is my dilemma.
I don’t know if
* They have completed the task but forgot to send me a note OR
* They had a problem completing the task OR
* They forgot about the task OR
* They are waiting for more information from me OR
* They didn’t know that THEY were supposed to do the task OR
* There is something else that I don’t know.
I know that when I don’t get the “progress” report on time, the reason is mostly because there was no “progress” to report. I guess I would like to know even when there is no “progress”. May be a “No Progress” report?
Induction
Me bit my tongue while eating.Got soap in my eye while washing my face.Me could not get the key out of the lock in the front door.Someone hurt my feelings.Me tore the seat of the sofa while trying to move something.A representative in an organisation barked at me, over telephone when I asked a question.
My day was really crappy until …..i saw the incredible look on one lil girl’s face as she was about to eat her ice cream. Me just loved the wonderful look of sheer glee on the lil gal’s face as she took the first bite!
I was wallowing in my own self-pity today and seeing the joy of life on that lil gal’s face made me realize once again… that the world does not revolve around me.
PS: Taken from my old blog
Anyway
If you stick with someone long enough, you’re going to find some things you don’t like.
I think, it’s easier to say “I love you too” than it is to say “I love you anyway.” But I’m convinced that if you can’t, it won’t last.
