Got this off Chandini's ! Loved the idea. The idea is to simply sum of our lives in 6 words
and here's mine
"Mind plans, dreams but heart rules "
Go ahead,describe your life in six and post it in the comment section!
Got this off Chandini's ! Loved the idea. The idea is to simply sum of our lives in 6 words
The first of many! I am sure there will be many more of such law-suits. Interesting and I look forward to the progess and verdict from this case.
Nirvana is ....
- on the patio
- a cup of masala tea
- 4 marie biscuits
- the warm Texas sun
- the beach breeze
- chirping birds
- the trees and flowers showing off their spring best
- children playing the yonder
- home alone enjoying all this.........
Don't I love this season? Well I can enjoy it for the day before the next cold front moves in...
You might have seen my pathetic attempt to earn some pennies (believe me, it is literally pennies) through this blog and have a couple of adsense links. And this was one of the ads I saw in my blog today,
- Spam emails for designer/brand name shoes and footwear. This is what my email says
Gucci Prada Dsquared D&G & Other Top Fashion Designer Shoes and Boots Amazing DEALS HERE....
Gosh! they sure know how to tempt people...and I bet we'll be spending quite some hours at the stores trying out new shoes this weekend....a small bit from Poohsden towards the economy.
Of course the usual software, replicas, work-at-home and pharmacy deals continue to haunt me!
Oh don't just love getting up on weekend mornings and deleting spam!
Look forward to more ramblings and more from Poohsden is the coming weeks!
I saw this over at Broom's and knew I had to do it.
Here is V at the wise old age of 3.
Naughty, bratty and adorable as she always has been!
And that is R from his Mumbai days! Cute and lovely!
She learned to live, grow and move on. Time flew past her, she made memories, relived on the past memories.
Today, she cried again. Four years to date and the tears still overpower her, the emotions and images in her mind's eye are vivid. She cries, as if her tears will bring him back to life, tears of fear, fear of forgetting the past with time....
Time they say heals, yes it is healing but does she want to be healed is the question she asks herself. The memories with time have become just a blur, they just don't flood her every waking second. It makes her feel so much distant, so much far away from him. It makes the past like a sweet dream, you barely remember. You know the fuzzy and nice feeling you get when you wake up after a good dream a tiny smile on the face and a sunny disposition all through the day.
Their past together was more than a sweet dream. It was filled with ups and downs. Temper tantrums and silent moments spent reading the newspaper. Sharing trivia and travel tales. Under the branches of the magilampoo tree, showered by the falling flowers, early in the morning, they discussed breathing exercises and fluid mechanics.
In the room they called the study, with a small TV tucked inside one of built-in bookshelves, they shared the morning news and vayalum valvum. Her treasures were hidden within his treasured collection of books, away from the prying eyes of the rest of the family. In the study, the fought, fought over mathematics and numbers. Her lack of understanding and his patience were indeed a sight to see, so they say. It was lucky the room was designed with doors that cannot be banged shut with her temper. Might be he designed it just for her? Forseeing such temper tantrums?
It was never a sweet dream as it seems today and she is scared. She wants to remember in detail, in techni-color the ups and downs. The journey of love and learning she shared with him. Time is cruel, she feels. Four years and life without him seems so normal... How can it be she asks the picture of him on her table. How can life without you ever be fine she screams at him in heart. As she knows there will be no answer. There will be no answer and she will have no doors to bang to ease her temper. But her eyes washed with tears deceive her logical mind. She feels or rather senses him give his standard wry smile and tell her poo jitu, pooi velaiya paru. A smile and voice she was so familiar with... so familiar with... is fading and fading....
Today is the 4th death anniversary of V's grandpa. And this is what is going on in her mind right now.
I have been observing this trend for quite a while and always wondered, why over the weekend? (Yes there are people in our household who are logged on to computer even on weekends spying on who comes online on gtalk and how long they stay on! Wi-fi at Poohsden makes life so much "more connected "). But why on Sundays? No one in the right mind ever emails on weekends (Unless it is your cranky boss wanting some details asap or it is your long-lost relative who needs a favor). Weekends have long become family times and times to get the chores done. Who does the chores at the spammers household wonders V....after all 90% of the precious weekend time here goes to cleaning the house and cooking.
Are spammers part-time weekend workers? Or are spammers lonely souls who once had nicknames like bored_lonely_alone@home and IMed hi, asl, c2c? to virtual strangers? Did the cyber chatting scene leave them high and dry that they decide to cash in on the spam market? Or did they see an job opportunity for spammers (weekend jobs) on the local newspaper and assume it meant eating box after box of spam? (which would turn off any normal human unless they happen to be Hawaiian)
Religiously whether I make the trip to the Meenakshi temple on weekends or not, I delete the spam in my inbox every weekend and wonder about spammers and the way their mind works.
V used to live on chocolates for the 4 years when she was forced to eat what was called food. Easy way out from the crisp chapatis and half-cooked veggies - a bar of trusted chocolate - instant sugar and energy and a treat for the senses. There was in fact days when she was called a chocolate vending machine - she always was able to pull out something sweet and yummy from her bag. Her favorite from those days were the Bar One chocolates. And for a environmental and human right conscious love of your life, check out the options available here. I have seen some of these brands off my regular grocery store in Houston and slowly but surely I plan to make the switch.
Diamonds, pearls, rubies and jade are all of course a gal's best friend. And here are tips to buy these items. V loves the go antique idea. Time to raid granny's and mom's loot. After all antique is currently "in" in the world of fashion.
Long back V and R made this agreement not to buy over-priced gifts for V day and hang on to the love for a day more and hit the shops on Feb 15th for gifts. And if you did not know it, the best time to buy Valentine’s Day chocolates remain the day after Valentine's day when everything is clearanced in the stores. From Godiva and Lindt chocolates to T-shirts with cupids. V actually thinks it a good time to hit the shops and stock up on her private stash of chocolates and soft toys.
Flowers remain an eternal favorite and the latest statistic shows that nearly 70% of the sales of red roses are for Valentine's Day. Logically February is not the ideal time for roses to bloom. The ground is cold and frozen in the Northern Hemisphere and hence adds the cost of importing these flowers from countries like Ecuador.
I came across this interesting piece of info on Yahoo's green page. Might be it will make you think again before buying those dozen roses.
Nothing says love like a long-stemmed red rose… but at what cost to the environment?
How are those flowers grown? Where do they come from? And how eco-friendly is it to buy a bunch of hothouse flowers in the dead of winter anyway?
About 214 million roses were produced for Valentine's Day 2007, according to the Society of American Florists, and this continues to be the number one holiday for florists. About 70% of all cut flowers sold in the U.S. are imported. Most come from Colombia and Ecuador. Unfortunately, Latin American flower growers use a lot of chemicals on their products, including pesticides that have long been banned in our country.
The Natural Resources Defense Council notes that roses have been found with more than 50 times the pesticide residues allowed in food. Florists who handle these flowers frequently develop dermatitis on their hands. But those who suffer the worst are the farm workers themselves. Studies in Ecuador, Colombia, and Costa Rica found that nervous system damage, genetic damage, miscarriages, premature births, and congenital deformities are all linked to chemical exposure in the flower industry. Plus, runoff from these pesticides pollutes the waterways due to lax environmental laws in South America.
So what about that bouquet? You do have some earth-friendly options for your sweetie. Look for organic, fair-trade, or sustainable -- ideally, you'd get a flower that's all three, but that's admittedly tough to find. But any one of these will be better for the planet than a generic bloom. You can buy flowers that are certified USDA organic. Look for the same "organic" logo that you already find on foods. TransFair has begun certifying fair-trade flowers. The fair-trade label guarantees that workers get decent wages and the products are grown in an environmentally responsible manner. Another label to watch for is VeriFlora. This program certifies that flowers are sustainably grown with fair labor practices, and if they're not organic, the grower is on the path to becoming organic. Certification is conducted by a recognized neutral third party.
Where can you buy flowers with any of these labels? Ask your local florist to start carrying certified roses. Also, supermarkets like Trader Joe's and Safeway now carry VeriFlora-certified flowers, plus Whole Foods may sell organic flowers. Sam's Club has fair-trade certified roses. The specific selection varies depending on your location. You can order now online in time for Valentine's Day at various sites. All of the roses at Organic Bouquet and Organic Style are VeriFlora-certified and some are certified organic.The "planet-friendly" section of 1-800-Flowers features organic and fair-trade bouquets and gift baskets including one bunch of fair-trade certified roses. FTD has a "go green living" section with flowers described as 'certified sustainably grown,' but the site doesn't say where the certification comes from. When I called the 800 number, nobody could tell me more about this issue, so I'm not sure if this is green-washing or legitimate.For more certified organic flowers, visit Diamond Organics and California Organic Flowers, or search Local Harvest for a farm near you.
If you can find local flowers this time of year, do buy them. But while so many of our cut flowers are imported, florists note that those roses are shipped in the cargo holds of passenger jets which would already be making the trip. Fragile plants can't exactly go in container ships like other imports. Thus, it's hard to say how they're adding to your carbon footprint. The best way to show you love the planet and your valentine is with greener blooms. Organic, fair-trade, or sustainable roses help everyone enjoy the sweet scent a bit more.
The banner is finally up! And the blog sure looks better. Now that is done, we move on to the rest.
There are so many incidences when we run into photographers and just get ready to kill them! Their so-called eye for detail and the skill to disturb the most intimate moments seems to be inborn. I have had one-to-many words with photographers and each experience just leaves me wishing I can kill them.
The first murderous instinct came-up during V's engagement party and she had a hard time explaining that she is not interested in his "artistic" abilities like adding weird graphics and images thrown in between. All she wanted was a record of events as it was. She was not going to pose with her saree spread out around her and shy and coy just for the pictures! We'll we just chalked it down to one crazy photographer and were ready move on!
And then happened this incidence, not-so-newly-wed after 5 full days of being married, V and R decked up and smiled to strangers for their wedding reception. If you have ever been to an wedding reception, you would notice, that the only activity there is strangers going up, giving gifts to the couple and posing for pictures. Seems harmless enough but if you are the couple being congratulated you just need a break. So during V and R's engagement party, as the crowd drifted on and off, the photographer tried his best to document moments. And for some reason, he could not cover the whole stage and he decided if V and R scooted closer to each other the pictures would be perfect. Well, thrown in two couples sharing the same stage, some over-sized uncomfortable, red velvet and silver colored chairs (I bet you have seen them at marriage halls around), a wave of well-wishers, some over-sized gift boxes, shredding garlands of flowers and cute kids hanging around, the place is a mess. The migraine creeping in, the heels taking sweet revenge on the poor feet, the incessant smiling, trying to remember names and faces and sweating in the kanchipuram saree all just adds to the ambiance. The photographer, just concentrating on his job kept on telling V and R to move closer, turn left, turn right and went ahead to comment that the couple had a fight and did not want to be "close" together. And yes, V lost it then and the poor photographer made sure he was on V's good books for the next couple of days for HS's wedding.
It has been 8 years since I lived there; the longest period I spent there in the past 8 was a mere 120 days. But I have attached so much significance to the walls created of bricks and mortar. I hated the house when it was built. I remember vividly rushing off to granny and crying about the collapsible iron grill door. I termed it ugly. But I lived with it. I remember the first pooja, the ground dug for the foundations and the red ants that pestered everyone, the weed removal process and 10 paisa per weed incentive my granny gave me and brother as a motivation. I remember moving into the house and creating memories. Late nights over cups of lemon tea as V prepared for her board exams, early mornings spent in the marble steps laughing, talking and fighting for the newspaper and the numerous festivals we celebrated there.
The past 8 years I have thought about the house but it was never so emotional. Probably the most emotional being when I packed up my room and cleared out stuff 3 years back. I have not stepped inside the house for the past 2-3 years. But today with the talk of selling the home, the emotions that came out surprised me. For some reason, all reasonable thought evaded me. I can never think of it as a block of bricks and mortar. It was not just another house but home. Will I ever get ready to say good-bye to it? I guess I just have to prepare myself for the inevitable.
So here I go
Family: I write a lot about them. And it is tough choosing a single post that means a lot to me. But I choose this post about V's grandfather. Just coz it is worth reading over and over and it is so personal and so true that people who knew V's granddad will relate to immediately.
Friends: I can pick so many here but it easy choice. R came to US in 1997 and has been here since then. 11 years now and he is still in touch with his old friends from Anna University. Putting to words was the toughest part for R. He is the silent one, never voicing his feelings. And just for that, this is the most memorable friend post
About Myself: I typically don't write much about myself and so I choose this post on my weekend learnings. The nature has always been my inspiration, my guru and my friend.
My love: I love traveling. And wanderlust runs in V and R's blood and this post about our favorite time of day during a vacation defines love the best.
Anything else: Here I would like to link my old post on environmental issues. This blog which started as a personal blog took a turn to include my passion for environmental engineering somewhere inbetween. There are so many technical posts I can link to. But this one is the closest to my heart.
Thanks Lavs. It was so much fun going through my old posts and yes tags are fun!
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