Being Buaa

I have always heard that titles carry a lot of weight with them but I hadn’t actually felt it until I won mine….twice.  “Buaa”  “Aunt” “Phuppo” “Zia” 
It is the best feeling in the world having being called buaa. Buaa who loves, Buaa who spoils, Buaa who rescues, Buaa who gets the best gifts, Buaa who teaches all the pranks and Buaa who conciliates. For the ones who never knew, yes I am a very important person in this world.

In all my years of being alive and breathing I have never conciliated anyone ever, that’s the fun of being the youngest in the family, until of course my brats {Niece and Nephew} came along. I never knew how tricky it all really is and am quite surprised that there is no “ How to conciliate for dummies” book available in the market. It is by far the toughest job in the world especially when there are kids involved.


Apparently the word ‘sorry’ means absolutely nothing to a 3 year old. Yes the same word known to build broken relationships, fails every single time with a 3 year old.  And if you do happen to say sorry to them, all you get is a look mixed with anger and confusion. Surprisingly in this world, words have no meaning. 
Strange, words which were built to share feelings provide no assistance whatsoever.
So then, how do you say sorry to a child?
Since I am new to this job I am still trying to find the best answer to that question and hopefully some day I shall publish a “ How to conciliate for dummies” book, you know, just for the new ones like me.


Until next time….
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love letter from a man

Love letter from a man!  

Well most women wouldn’t believe that such a thing exists but the fact is that some of the most intelligent and powerful men in history have written the best love letters ever!

Be it Napoleon, Beethoven, Mozart and many more. These were some extraordinary men in history. 

They didn’t send chocolates or flowers or a preprinted Archies card [ I bet not a single guys has ever read these cards] they sent their feelings, their deepest strongest feeling for their lovers, for their women.

There is not  an inch of deception in their words, and expressed with such beauty that the letter itself feels alive.

In one such letter from Napolean  to Josephine…

“I wake filled with thoughts of you. Your portrait and the intoxicating evening which we spent yesterday have left my senses in turmoil”

From Beethoven to his Immortal Beloved…

“ my angel, my all, my very self”

“ Ever thine 
  Ever mine
 Ever ours”

From Lord Byron

“I was and am yours, freely and most entirely, to obey, to honour, love --and fly with you when, where, and how you yourself might and may determine”

sigh….How I wish I was born in those times..


I don’t think there is any women alive who could refuse the thought or the thinker like them.. Its simply wow!

people don’t talk like that any more…

                                
Until next time…


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bumping into!

For anyone who has made any attempt to write will definitely know that  its always the ‘how to start’ which gets in the way. This includes me as well. I mean I know my subject, I know the content, I know exactly what I am talking about but I can almost never  think of how I am going to start it with.  
Maybe that’s how I should start this post.

I am fascinated  and thrilled with the idea of bumping into people. As in, I love being surprised by meeting someone randomly on the street or in a mall or just about anywhere. I just love the idea.

One such encounter I had was with this lovely lady. I met her one fine morning at my designer's store. I was waiting for my designer to arrive and she was trying her freshly stitched outfit. As I was browsing through my magazine I heard her say "how do you think it looks?”. I looked at her outfit, it was a fantastic piece and the peacocok blue did definetly suit her. I did what I always do, gave her my honest comments and then like all women we chit chatted about girly stuff girly stuff and more girly stuff. We parted with a smile and I came home felling ‘light’. 
Of course time passed by and I sought of forgot the incident.
Knowingly or unknowingly, on just another day in the month of February in the departmental store holding my basket full of food, I bumped into her again! I had forgotten her name but pretended otherwise. We talked again, randomly and in duplicate and parted again.
I never exchanged any personal information not ‘cause I don’t like to but because I am thrilled about bumping into people! 

It reminds me of the friendliness of this universe. It reminds me of the strangeness of this universe. It reminds me of sheer randomness and the simplicity of events..


Did I mention, I like to bump into people………
 Until next time………
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....... the eternal bond


 a few days back i bumped into my friend who had just lost his father. his father was not too old for death, at least that’s how they felt considering he was just 60. while my friend was explaining to us the unfortunate incident he just happened to mention that when his father’s cancer was detected the immediate family agreed upon that no one outside of them would receive this news, not even his fathers real brother and sister.

that’s what struck the cord in my head. when i look around and see hundreds of people being afraid of marriage and commitment there comes a time when that stranger/spouse/companion/consort is more dear to us, more dear than our real/blessed relationships. i have always heard that we are all made in pairs, but never clearly understood it. 
i mean when detected with cancer my friends father choose not to share it with his brother and sister.  
the only person who was there was his Wife, who was nothing more than a stranger once upon a time. the stranger who stood by him, the stranger who knew all his secrets, the stranger to whom the commitment was made and eventually the Commitment that outlasted the individual itself.

it just gets me thinking.. is that the real relation that we are supposed to discover?  which one is the illusion ? if that stranger is the real One then why are we so scared? and why can't the eye just know? 

not that i have any of the answers to my questions but it really got me thinking though… 

until next time
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Stupidity..

Have I ever mentioned that I have actually read about human stupidity. That’s right, it has been written about and published too! ‘The Power of Stupidity’is a book by Giancarlo Livraghi which does just that  http://stupidity.it. Now, it does not tell you how to be stupid, Thank God! But provides useful insight about human stupidity. The most amazing thing about the book is that it does not tell its reader What to think, but simply guides individuals on how to think. It is definitely meant for those who know their stupidity. But I still stress, a must read for all.

Ever since I have read the book on Human Stupidity I have been fascinated with the subject. Well, that is the kind of effect it has on I guess, everyone. How strange I am actually interested in Stupidity.

Stupidity is defined as (ya there is a definition for it, bet you didn’t know that;)) “Any act of a person which causes losses to another person or to a group of persons while himself deriving no gain and even possibly incurring losses” so true!!

So according to the definition we have all been there and of course done that! At least I have. And if you are like me then, there is of course a reason to worry about. The good news is, that we know it, so we can work on it. 

According to the definition we can only say that we are/were stupid or not, only after we have performed the action. Which is why it becomes extremely important that we understand ourselves. Watching our past will give us information on what went wrong, at least to some extent. That will help us change right… well I guess not. Only because all humans are creatures of habit. We are habitual to thinking in particular ways. For eg. we are taught as children to look at things as right and wrong.. like cheating is wrong but how about cheating death is that wrong too…

The trouble is mental laziness. The solution to which is creativity. A creative mind can rearrange systems. So is that a permanent solution? Well in the short run it is.. but only for a short while. The minute ideas are copied they become habitual thinking. So any creative idea was once indeed fresh, new and intelligent. The minute everyone blindly copies it, it changes its form and the result is stupidity.

If we blame stupidity on our existing learning system and replace it with another the result will eventually be the same.
It is safe to say then that ideas have a shelf life. The trouble is, we cant really put a date on any idea. I wish we could in that case we would be forced to think new…  which might reduce Human Stupidity.

Until next time….


Me, somewhere else http://www.gandalf.it/stupid/review6.htm
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Tomatoes and more...
“Research is what I'm doing when I don't know what I'm doing.” I don’t know why I picked that quote! 
Speaking of research I must tell you’ll that I have indeed been doing research on a particular matter. Its been a while since I have been trying to understand what it takes to make a perfect bowl of Traditional Creamy Tomato Soup. Yes, that’s correct, it is my favorite soup.

Many restaurants have failed my ‘Tomato Soup’ test. Now now do not misunderstand my statement, my city is very capable of serving various delicious cuisines. There is absolutely no doubt about that. But for some reason I have always noticed and experienced that there are only a handful of restaurants who can serve a perfect bowl of Traditional Creamy Tomato Soup.


I mean thinking of the fact that it is the simplest soup to prepare, what can be the possible trouble with it. It must have a lovely molly orange color, so that when you look at it there is an instant sense of gratification. It has to be thick in consistency which is a combination of various ingredients. Creamy which will make your tongue want more and must be sweet and tangy in taste making the whole experience a memorable one. Of course to be always served with croutons or garlic bread, take your pick!

I can barely pick 5 restaurants from my city that will serve me the perfect soup. I have never faced trouble with any other soup. I mean almost everyone will get a sweet corn soup right, a hot n sour soup right, a spinach soup right. Its always the Traditional Tomato which is messed up. Mostly, with the consistency and then with the taste. I have never understood why this is so. 
So I put my own logic to it.

I guess the trouble is, that it is a Simple soup to prepare. It is always the Simple stuff which we tend to complicate for no apparent reason. 
It is the simplest of relations, like the ones we are blessed with, which we will complicate.
 It is the simplest of emotions, like crying, which we will complicate. 
It is the simplest of words, like I love you, which we will complicate. 

We just can't handle simplicity. That’s what it is. 

Until next time........
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The April Breeze

I have never felt such sweetness on any other day as I have felt today. This beautiful April morning seems to indicate that the future will be filled with the same sweetness. It is a rather strange morning which has kept me smiling insanely since the minute I woke up. I bear witness to the bouncy breeze and the smiling sun as they jazz together throughout existence.

If I have felt it right the breeze is particularly happy and playful today. Swirling all around the trees and the concrete structures. Running like child from one direction to another. Her colorful transparency crossing paths with the known and the unknown. I wished to chat with her. I wanted to know her music and I wanted to know her lyrics.  But she wouldn’t tell, she likes to be mysterious it is her innate quality, it always has been.

What she probably doesn’t know is that she and me share a virtue since we are created by the same person. She doesn’t know that I have felt her and I know what she is expressing without words. I know she is happy about Existence, I know she is happy about Unions, I know she is happy about Creation, I know she is happy about Survival and I know she is happy to spread happiness. This April breeze.

She certainly kept me happy. Embracing me in her arms, tickling me with her sweetness holding me like a child. Expressing without words that she is there for me, that she loves to see me smile.

I just hope she is not fooling anyone on this Aprils Day!


Until next time......
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