My thots

My beautiful friends

2012-01-28T20:12:00.001-08:00

I had a newroomate that day.She was a malayali.Her name was Sunita Thomas.She dint opt for the room.The warden placed her there after receiving a complaint from a professor.She was nice n a cool girl.We soon became good friends.She belonged to another paramedical course(occupational therapy).She had many friends who came to our room frquently.I saw no fault in that girl.She was good by nature.I wondered why someone could complaint against her.
One day I asked her if she did not have good terms with that professor.She told me the whole story.I couldnt stop laughing.We had a hostel where one wing had boys and another wing had girls as occupants.Sunitha and her friends occupied three rooms in that particular hostel but stayed in one room.All of them were malayalis.They used to talk for long hours.Not just talk but shout.There was too much hungama in the room.The lights were switched on until two in the night.People in other rooms were disturbed by the noise they made.
One day they were celebrating a birthday or something at twelve(I dont remember the occassion).They were shouting at the midnight.A guy in the opposite wing shouted n asked them to be quite.They stopped for two minutes and again started in their own way.That guy got angry and asked them to shutup and go to sleep.Our girls were those enthusiastic types.They showed him bones (those BONESETS they carried to anatomy classes) n scared him at midnight.They shouted n had fun until two that night also.
Next day they went to college.They had anatomy in the first period and were dumbstruck when they saw their anatomy professor.It was none other than the guy in the opposite wing.Soon our professor lodged a complaint against all of those gals.Warden separated and placed all these gals in different hostels n Sunita joined me in my room.
I still remember all those days when they celebrated my bday n that 30 piece cadbury gift n all that love they showered on me.You can calculate money but never all that love n never those butiful days that have passed by.I am posting sunitha's snap here along with few more monkeys.I am writing because I just remembered all of them fondly today.

Accident

2011-12-04T23:22:00.000-08:00

On 2nd December I received an emergency call from my husband. He told me that someone called his office and informed him that some flats in our apartment complex were on fire. He asked me to go and see if I can see any smoke.If I did see something ,to get the kid out along with our important documents as fast as I can. I went outside and I did not manage to see anything except our maintenance guys clearing the bushes. I called my neighbors and no one picked the phone. I calmed down a bit and thought this news must be fake. If something like that happened why would the maintenance people be this calm?
Later on my neighbor picked up her kid from school and rang me up. She said there was a fire in the complex and the block that was burned was towards the other gate. I know one of the residents from the block that was burnt and I really appreciate her for rushing herself fast and out of the fire. She has a kid almost as young as Dhruv is. I know how difficult it is to manage with that age kids. Getting your document, your gold on time with a toddler would be terribly difficult. If I were in her position, my mind would be blocked and would be in a shocked state for many days later. My neighbor asked me 'Did you not go outside and see the burnt building?’. I said 'No’. I don’t like to see such incidents. I feel so sad for all those who lost their belongings
Thank fully except a man being injured by jumping downstairs no one was caught in the fire. Today I had to or rather forced to drive past that burnt block and it looked as good as new except that there was no roof. The complex people were fast in mending the damage and putting on a new paint .There was a faint smell of burnt wood in the air. What a nightmare that was for all those people who have gone through this incident.

My Mischievous guy

2011-11-28T21:49:00.000-08:00

My son is almost two and had shown early signs of turning terrible two.He is a boy afterall.A way lot different from the calm and sweet pinkies out there.He loves hurling anion(onions) and potatoes on the floor ,shouting bath(ball).Anything round is ball for him and he wont listen when he is in the mood of hurling things around.He loves pulling out cords from the player and trying his own hands on fixing those wires .He doesn't like the way his mom keeps his home.He thinks he does a better job than his mom.He puts his shoes beside mommy's condiments and mommy's shoes on the tea table,spills newspapers all around the house,Dvds in a secret place.
If someone comes to our home without calling us before,he will probably have a heart attack.I thought I could stop him being just so naughty.So,I tried bringing him board books from the library.He is very interested to see these new books but at the end of the week , I have to return it back and I did not find them anywhere.I searched extensively and I was in no luck.I was at my wit's end but there is no use of asking or yelling at him.I calmed down by thinking of buying a new book for the library and of course pay the penalty. At last when I tried to bake potatoes,I found his library books in the oven.Thank God,we din have to eat the baked books along with baked potatoes.When this happened for two weeks and those books were stowed in his secret place.I said to myself 'Forget books,they are government property and I have no right to lose them'.
I just take him to the library and bring him back after the glass(class).No ,that again is not an easy deed.Let me tell you what he does in the library.He walks around waving at white skinned girls and asks them 'Awawu?'(How are you?) even if they don give him a smile.I try to press him and make him sit down during the class but my breakfast gets digested easily in the first fifteen minutes of forcing him to sit down.He starts shouting or crying and I leave him in order to not cause any disturbance.He is fascinated by the stereo player his teacher uses for some dancing songs.He goes there super excited and immediately switches it off(he did this once or twice) while it was playing.Thanks to the other parents who sit in front row and pull him back.One fine day ,he sat in his teacher's chair while she was performing.She had a hard time to get him back to his seat and I was totally embarrassed.Although he does a lot of mischief there,he is smart enough to understand what his teacher taught him.He doesn't want to come back home from the library.He cries and refuses to get down from his stroller.He daily asks me at least once in his words 'glass?'(class).
Yesterday when we went to brush our teeth we found a big crayola pencil inside the toothpaste tube.I asked him what was this after pulling out the pencil.He said "Penchil bush or theeth"(Pencil needs to brush his teeth) with a mischievous smile on his face.I couldn't help but laugh my lungs out.Though all these are cute and funny, I want him to grow up fast (Not really but atleast to know not to mess up his surroundings).

I read somewhere that pets are as smart as your two year old.Atleast the two year old grows up but the pet's deeds remain the same forever.I am not an animal lover but Hats-off to all the animal lovers who can bear those kiddish deeds lifelong

Good memories -Always

2011-11-14T12:27:00.000-08:00

How old is my little one? Two years?? No,he still has two more months and a few more days to turn two.No,I want the clock to stop ticking.I feel it was not a lot of time since my little baby was born but I cant stop the clock from ticking.He soon will be two and within no time he will turn twenty-two.I am going to miss all his cute little words and all his mischievous deeds.In the future if my blog and you tube exist these are the videos I am going to be reminiscing upon while he will be tending his babies.

Busy Mom I am

2010-10-24T04:02:00.000-07:00

Incy wincy spider

Climbed up the water spout;

Down came the rain

And washed the spider out.

Out came the sunshine

And dried up all the rain;

Incy Wincy spider

Climbed up the spout again.

This is exactly what is happening at home.Little Dhruv is trying to stand by himself.He wants to try standing handsfree and is ofcorse falling down a dozen times bumping his head on the hard floor.He cries for a few minutes and immediately forgets all the pain.So just like the incy wincy spider he tries to stand again.So I have become a full time body guard(bad) and a less frequent Orkuter or Facebooker.I know someone is happy for this situation of mine

month seven

2010-08-29T13:29:00.000-07:00

This month I took my last vaccination for this season.It left a big mark on my memory.I hate being changed in brightly lit rooms.It just reminds me of my doctor's office.
This month I was picture people's model at the sunvalleymall.My parents were awed by the surprise no obligation form that was asked to be signed .
This month I took my first international flight to my parents homecountry.I was everyone's sweetheart on the flight.I played Mr.Romeo to all my flight attendants.Ahh those arab ladies were just too beautiful.
This month I had met my grandparents and greatgrandparents in India.I am their blood,so no wonder they loved me.
This month I started my cereal and I found that doorknobs taste better than this bland cereal.
This month I preferred uncles more than aunties because they wear more spectacles and have too much loot in their pocket for me to pick.However I still prefer aunties in lavendar saries adorned with lots of jewellery.Those shiny thingies on their necks are a beautiful feast to my eyes.Err even to my mouth.
This month I have met all my cousins.So I found a few fluffy pillows to crawl on.No kidding,I do crawl on and over them.

This month on my list is my car driver as my most fondest member.I know he is the only person who will take me out.
This month I can stand with support though I fall now and then.I skipped the supported sitting session in a hurry to grow up fast.
This month I turned seven month old,seven days ago.It was hard to tell you guys because my mom was busy with her little monkey on his toes.

A word from my heart

2010-06-19T15:38:00.000-07:00

One more day passed.One more month and then one more year.Today is our anniversary.I don't know how happy I kept you all these years but I know this anniversary is very special,a very fruitful year because we have a full portrait of our family this year.In spite of the bottle brushing,force feeding,few sleepless nights and a baby all over.I know you are very happy this year.Happy anniversary sweetheart

Our Easter bunny wishes you a very happy Easter

2010-04-04T09:39:00.000-07:00

The baby speaks

2010-03-22T16:15:00.000-07:00

Can you believe it I turned two months old today and Dr .Rush says Im growing up fast.My mom thinks I am dad's carbon copy.When I am happy I look like my Deepti pinni,just like an angel she is.When I am active,I speak a lot like my chitti mama.The only bad thing is ,you need to understand my language.I observe people just like my granma.Maternal?? Aha..Whose carbon copy am I? My dad's and whose carbon copy is he? Paternal?? Yeh,you got that right.

I try to be as patient as my Aravind mama.Just as good and nice as he is but if I did not get my milk on time.I am restless and cry nonstop.When I comb my hair high ,I look a lot like my granpa.Paternal?? Oh no ,somewhere atleast there are those hidden genes.Maternal?? Yeh,you said it right.Someday I will become a good artist just like my Rajesh mama and chaitu mama.Now and then I am supercool like my sunil babai and will try to be always like him.

What about the lady who gave me life? I just got one charcter of hers and that is being brave.You dont believe it? I got poked four times on my butt and hands today.Vaccinated?? Oh yes and that says I am brave enough

That week This day

2010-01-28T21:33:00.000-08:00

After crossing my duedate and walking up and down the stairs of sunvalley mall,it was time for my baby to arrive on 22nd ,january,2010-4 days after his duedate.

21st January

9:00 am- Took my regular heparin shot

10:30 am-Had a doctor appointement.My doctor did my general checkup and questioned me why i was lost four pounds of weight.My Thyroid medication has changed since my last visit and I havent informed her.She did my bio profile scan and said I leaked water and only a packet of water was remaining in my womb.baby was still active.She called my hospital and informed them that I will be in there for labor and that I should be well hydrated.

10:45am-She told us to go to the hospital soon even though we informed her that I din have my breakfast.She just asked us to pick our bags and run

11:30 am-We reached home but my mom forced me to eat a chapati.We picked our bags and drove

11:45 am-We reached our hospital and got admitted into the labor room

12:00 am-Our nurse Sharon soon arrived and checked my vitals.She tested me and told that my membranes are broken.She immediately put me on dextrose saline

12:30 pm-My doctor called and asked our nurse to put me on an antibiotic.Our nurse brought me turkey sandwich which I wouldn't eat even if I was forced to eat.She again changed it to green beans and quiche which I equally hated but considered eating

1:00 pm-Called my sister and informed her that we are in for delivery.We started on our first dose of penicillin.

1:30 pm-Baby and mom's heartbeat were being monitored.Both of us were doing fine

2:00 pm-Bhanu has gone out to get food for mom and arrange for baby's washed clothes

3:00 pm-Dr Jeffrey Traynor(perinatal) gave us a social visit since it was a risk involved pregnancy

4:00 pm-I was induced with picotin.I was given apple juice.No solid foods from now on.No serious pain

5:00 pm-Informed daddy about induction.Read 2 chapters from saicharitra

6:00 pm-Pain has heightened.My husband was eating snacks and tempting me that I cant have any.I simply smiled.Contractions were 5 minutes apart

7:00 pm-Sharon's duty was over and julie took over the next shift.

8:00 pm-I was nearly in tears.Contractions were 4 minutes apart.I was waiting for epidural.I knew I wouldnt get epidural until heparin wears out of my system

9:00 pm- Blood test done.Result showed high levels of heparin.No epidural this hour.I was given pain reliever which did not work like magic but helped me remain calm compared to the fuss I made this hour.

10:00 pm-Blood work done.Result still showed high levels of heparin.I asked for a second pain killer.I was injected again but it did not work.Contractions were increasing.Pain was unbearable and I cried like a small baby.Julie came in and sent Tiffany to look after me.I guess this girl was a student and she just could understand all the pain I was going through.She massaged me and somewhat reduced my pain.I can thank her all my life for the work she has done.

11:00 pm-I was making frequent trips to the restroom with the whole set of IV fluids,antibiotics,picotin and pain relief medicine hanging over me.Everytime Tiffany was there carrying the IV stands.

12:00 am-I was given a third dose of pain reliever which worked briefly.My gyny came in and tried to pacify me.She tried to teach me breathing exercises which would help me in relieving my pain.I could not follow her instructions,that was the amount of pain I had at that moment.

1:00 am-I was put on a Heparin reversal drug after all my doctors(Gyny,perinatal,hematologists) talked.Slowly the heparin effect started reducing.I was soo happy to hear that I could get epidural after this.

2:00 am-I was silently scolding Dr.Joshua (anaesthesia) for not coming in time.I was cold to even think about other patients who were in pain.

2:30 am-I was given epidural.I had nightmares when I looked at the spinal needle they would poke when they gave you aneasthesia but trust me it was the sweetest thing that you wanted at that moment.

3:00 am-I was relieved of all the pain I endured all those hours.My husband was sleeping like a log.I couldnt sleep at all

4:00 am- Time passed simply looking at my vitals

5:00 am-I was put on oxygen

6:00 am-Baby's heartbeat was checked

7:00 am-Sharon joined her duty again.Baby did not reach the needed Bishop's station

8:00 am-My gyny asked to send few liters of saline into my womb since the baby's cushion was being lost and the baby is having difficulty moving down

9:00 am-I was put again on picotin.My contractions improved and soo did the baby's downward movement

10:00 am-My gyny called her troop of nurses,nurserycaregivers,paediatrician.It was time for my baby to come .His bassinet was ready and soo were his sterilized hospital clothes

10:30 am-My gyny could feel my baby's head and she asked me to push.My first attempt was a failure.My gyny warned me to do it properly next time if I did not want to end up in a C-section.Not after all the pain I endured did I want a C-section.

10:45 am-I tried again

10:59 am-My final push worked and my gyny put a vacum on Charan's head and pulled him up.Although in all the blood and mushy material around,my little burrito wrap came into this world like a miracle.

Today is one week since he was born.Happy bday Dhruv.Mama likes to call you like that

Cravings of all sorts

2009-11-16T11:01:00.000-08:00

My cup of Tea(Caffeine)
A subway sandwich with Tuna(Mercury levels.Sadly that is the only sandwich I like at subway)
Pineapple pastry (Sugar and Pineapple)
Bagara Baingan (Sesame seeds and Jaggery)
Turkey meatballs which my sister makes with Mozzarella.(Unpasteurised cheese)
Any food with Mayonnaise.(Raw eggs)
Chinese Fried rice(Rice and MSG)
Mediterrian cuisine(No Deli food says my gyny)
Maggie noodles(MSG)
A long drive to Reno.(Distance)
2012 a movie I am avoided to see.(My Mil says her grandson will be frightened of sounds at the theater)
Sitting on the floor at my will.(Baby kicks)
Carrying little Sahasra.(She is the youngest baby born during my pregnancy)
Attending Halloween at Sunvalley Mall.(H1N1 virus)
Get rid of Lovenox(Blood clot)
The Blackfriday sale(Huge crowd at the shops)
I was,am and will be longing to do all the wrong things at the wrong time.Nine more weeks to go...

Elated

2009-10-29T12:38:00.000-07:00

Dang! there the third trimester has started.Even though the baby is kicking and punching,my thoughts never raced to how close I was getting to due date.Just two more months to go.I admit I dint feel it was a long wait after the pregnancy began.Days rolled quite fast with gyny checkups and prenatal appointments.Ofcourse I always had a surprise for every trimester which kept me busy.
Yesterday when we headed to our local costco store I was dressed in my gym clothes.I generally wear my maternity clothing.We did some light weight shopping and at the entrance the woman who checks the bill said "Congratulations!!So,having the first baby in the house?Is it a boy or a gal? As soon as we answered her ,she drew a bald baby on the receipt and gave us'(Woman,Indian babies have good amount of hair)
It then dawned on me 'The baby is gonna come home very soon'

Restless

2009-10-06T11:36:00.000-07:00

Anxiety,irritation and restlessness-blame the harmones.I am counting days instead of months.Not because I cant bear the weight of the baby or the tender kicks of two little feet but because of the game my harmones are playing with me.The baby however stays on top of the list but I feel like a baby myself
I need extra attention otherwise I fret like a baby.I hate it when my husband doesnt spend all his free hours with me.I spare him his office hours though I expect a call every few hours.If he doesnt call I am at wits end.I know he is safe and sound perhaps too busy to call but I get restless and shout at the next immediate call.Its just not the husband but all other family members.I get worried when my sister persistently dint pick up the phone.My thoughts were going everywhere from 'Did she reach safely,if soo why is she not picking up the phone?
I get offended when someone talks against my path.Everything I do is right and everything you do is wrong.There is too much of turbulence in my thoughts.
What's next in store for me?Is it just the needle or is it accompanied with a knife?I think ,think on every silly point and put myself into panick.I want to stop and stay peaceful but the stupid harmones push me from all sides of the body.Alas cant this pregnancy be much more peaceful?

The dark side

2009-09-09T15:49:00.000-07:00

Some women need to go to school especially women politicians in state.Women collecting water from the vehicle ,would fight for their turn because they are illiterate and bad mannered.What is wrong with these women politicians?
I doubt if they are atleast basically educated.They fight like road side illiterate women.They dont use guns,bullets or daggers but their talk hurts the politics side more than those weapons would do.
Politicians are using these women as daggers and have made use of their down trodden vulgar behaviour.This is very bad and bringing down the respect of any woman.What is wrong with Ganga Bhavani making stupid comments on Roja.How can Roja's arrival kill Rajshekar reddy? A man who is a leader of a state,should have very well known or warned that he should not be flying in bad weather.However he did the journey and went to a place from which there is no return.How is Roja responsible for this?I am not siding Roja but how can someone say that her arrival led to his departure?
Jagan Mohan reddy who has no proper experience should be the next chief minister of Andhrapradesh.Wait I guess the legacy of kings is over and ours is a democratic country.From where did this context of successors come from?Anyways congress has complete majority and need not beg others to win any elections.How is Roja again responsible if Sonia gandhi is against Jagan mohan reddy being selected as chief minister?
Is she soo illiterate that she spreads blind beliefs.So is the case with Shobha rani.I think she is too illiterate to be an attorney.Soo is the case with roja.She is better off out of politics. It is our bad fate such people lead the country.Such women should sit at home and stay as far as possible from politics.

That and this

2009-07-10T15:27:00.000-07:00

I madya Indialo adi kuda andhralo oka talk show modalayyindi.ofcourse adi modalayyi chala kalame ayyindi kani naku telisi kontha kalame ayyindi.dani peru lakshmi manchu talk show.ammayi naku telidu kani inti peru famouse kada.ade nandi mohanbabugari kuturu.bavundi annaru kada ani youtubelo videos chudatam modaletta appudappudu(evo rare manushullo tappite cinema kaburlu evariki interestingaa undav cheppandi).naku motta modata vachina doubt antante,ii ammayidi andhrapradesha leka madyapradeshaa ani(manadi kanappudu a pradesh ayte entile?).anta andamga matladtundi ime telugulo(nenu chiranjeevi gari fan ni kadu ala ani mohanbabu gari fan ni kuda kanu).teluguni gontu nokki champeyatamlo ime ditta.telugu rani vallala prati matani nokki champeyatam avasarama?nakepppudo chusina shilpa chakravarthy gurtukostundi imeni chustunte.ime kante americalo putti perigina viranika better ga matladtundi(ammo nenu rajshekhar reddy fan ni kuda kadu).show bane undi kani telugu channelo teluguni khuni chayakunda,konchem angla padalu rakunda chaste bavuntundi atleast urlo vallakina ardam avtundi.lekapote tv anchor adigora ,vankara bashaku dandamra ani mimmalne chupistaru.

2009-02-25T14:01:00.000-08:00

Ok ok I am late once again.Busy?? Yes I am but definetly not as busy as missing Oscar awards on the home television where Ar.Rahman received two awards.I was under the impression that Rahman was the first indian to recieve an oscar but then I was wrong.That says how dumb I definetly am. I came to know that Satyajit ray has won the lifetime acheivement award and another costume designer for the movie "Gandhi" won awards previously.Ah, now I know why I hear too much news about Satyajit ray but for me Rahman is great.He is one person I have known as a singer and a music director.I always marvelled at his talent right from when I first time listened to songs in movie "Roja".I liked all his slow songs as well as fast paced songs.He was unique in his own style.I was a kid when Ilayaraja composed music but this is another man ,I adore.There are a few of us who still enjoy ilayaraja's music,but for our fast paced lives ,Rahman was the man. He made us proud.I feel proud when they air Rahman all over american television,I feel proud when I see him on every television at Bally's,I feel proud when many Americans listen to "Jai ho" song and dance.Dont believe me?

I cant comment like Amitabh on Slumdog millionaire but I should say that I would be more glad if an Indian movie won oscar.There were really a few master pieces that were made in India but did not reach the world.I still like Tare zameen par.I dont know why such films never make an impact on western audience.May be one flaw was to retake the movie in english and release which was not done.For Rahman Oscar was too late.I liked songs from Roja,bombay more than I liked Jai ho.I love this slow paced song and that too with maniratnam's direction.Picture perfect for me

2009-02-01T22:48:00.000-08:00

Okay ,it has been a long time since I blogged.I was happily baking and decorating a few cakes all this while.I have an eye for art and I always thought kash mei bhi kuch bana sakti,kuch tho gaa sakti,ya kuch aur kar sakti khane peene ke ilava.If I sang all the donkeys would rush to the front door ,so I better not try.I used to paint but I lost grip for what so ever reasons it might be.I am an Ok sort of chef,fit enough to feed my husband who is the only guinea pig in my house.Besides I have a husband who doesnt really have an eye for art.My hobbies faded slowly after marriage.
My sister at times pushes me back to learn because she knows that I love that sort of things.She found out about a cake decoration class and registered my name for it.
I was very excited on my first class though I dont really have much experience at baking since my husband is a pure veggie and refuses to eat egg as well.
I love cakes n yum I remember my mom making a cake for every bday of me n my sister.A bday without a cake is useless as long as I am concerned.My luck doesnt really help me do the things I like as far as food is concerned.God gives you relatives,we can chose our friends but husband, choice or gift it is just your fate.I have become ninety percent herbivore after marriage.Well deviation from the topic.Its not the food,it is the decoration ,I am talking about.
When I joined this class,I came to know that cooking is an art.All cake decoraters can be compared to famous painters.There are many talented people than me.I am gifted as far as art goes but not better than the best.I was amazed seeing the decorated cakes done by my companions.Superb! that is what I could say.My cake decorating instructer was awesome.She is full of talent,patient and very very helpful.She instructs in english and spanish.Patient ,do you have a doubt.Another thing I had is interaction with spanish ladies(Grr!! they are mexican).They are sweet,very helpful.They dont really mind sharing their tools.I learnt the way these people behave and soo very close to how we Indians behave.
I am very bad at doing things in a hurry.This is my last cake.Half undone but that's ok I learnt something I really love

The past

2008-12-21T09:51:00.000-08:00

Don't haunt me
don't haunt me day and night
don't haunt me in the midst of the night
don't haunt me in the wildest dreams
don't haunt me when I'm wide awake
don't haunt me in my deepest thoughts
don't haunt me in my memories of past
don't haunt me a trillion times
don't haunt me never ever again

Fear

2008-12-12T16:22:00.000-08:00

I wonder why but I just simply get effected by every little thing I concentrate on and especially where someone as sensitive as me shouldn't really be.
Yesterday night Caylee was haunting me through out my sleep,wonder if she ever haunted her mom so much.I was following her news from day one and she occupied an important position in my mind for whatever reason that might be.My husband comes and says 'Nancy Grace??, not yet again' I did not believe a mother could kill her own child when I heard the news on day one and was feeling sorry for the poor grandparents who were suffering for raising a kid as senseless as Casey turned out to be.I always hoped that child would return back but out of yesterday's news,I got confirmed that the little girl died.
I am not a six year old or something but I panicked like a little thing.I panicked when Indira Gandhi was shot dead but I was a tiny little thing then.I was frightened not even to put my foot down from the bed.Why should I feel ashamed? ,after all everyone reaches this age someday.I am thirty and still effected by fear factor.I know Indira Gandhi died in Delhi and Caylee in Florida but both effect me the same way.
I disturbed my husband a dozen times yesterday night knowing that he would shout at me.He hates me watching Nancy Grace and Small people Big world on TLC.He said I am going to put some child lock on it.Child lock hahaa? I very well know to get my job done even after all those locks stop me.
I still wonder what attracts me towards that head line news.I get attracted to it as much as I would get attracted to a good book.'Are you homicidal?' teases my husband playfully.I fling back at him 'Are you talking about me or you?'.Homicide?? my foot ,I dont even dare to do it on any purpose.I am a big coward and am not ashamed to be one.
Beautiful baby in heaven ,wherever you are.Let me go to sleep this night and may your soul rest in peace

Every families story

2008-11-25T18:11:00.000-08:00

Day 1
Me:Nani,why are you sitting soo silently in the car?
Nani:I dont want you to tell mommy that I had been naughty in your car
Me:I wont tell her,doesnt look good to see you soo silent(this boy is a cute little chatter box)
Nani:No,My mom will explain again if she comes to know(no moms in usa beat their children,they give them strict warnings)

Day 2
Me:yr kid has been very silent through out the ride
Nani's mom:why?
Me:He said you will warn him,if he talks
Nani's mom:giggles

Day 3
Nani's mom:Beta,do you feel bad if I restrict you all the time?
Nani:No ,you will tell for my good only
Nani:I am feeling hungry,can I eat chips?
Nani's mom:yes,but just a handfull .Not more than that
Nani:Mom I finished eating chips.Can I have a little more?
Nani's mom:No,you should drink milk now.No more chips
Nani: I dont want milk.I want chips only.
Nani's mom:I said no.Listen to me
Nani:This is where I feel bad.What did I ask? Just a few more chips but you want me to drink milk instead.I hate this

Day 4
Nani's mom: You know lahari,this fellow is not listening to me.He asked for chips.I gave him some and he kept demanding for more.He is having tummy ache if he eats spicy stuff.He told me I feel bad when you restrict me all the time for small things such as having a few more chips.
Me:laughing loud.I took nani to my house
Bhanu:Do you want to eat anything?
Nani:I want frosted flakes
Me:I give him a small bowl full of flakes.
Nani:I want milk also
Bhanu:ok,let me get you milk
Me:Wait,doctor asked him not to drink milk.Let me call his mom
Nani:No need to call.She wont allow me anyways.She never allows me to eat chips also
Me: I tell him the entire chips story
Bhanu:Oh is this bommarillu part2?
Nani: smiles(it is his favourite movie)
Bhanu: Niku chinchi visireyyalani kuda anipinchinda?
Nani:nods his head
We:lol....

Now I know why Bommarillu is a big hit.It is everyone's story

Prop8 Yes or Not

2008-11-14T20:55:00.000-08:00

We were going to Old navy last weekend.There were these group of people holding placards on which 'Say yes to prop 8' was written.I was like what was that? I tried to get my husband's attention towards those group of people but he was busy driving.I sometimes feel ashamed when I look at things and wonder while others know everything about it.Well prop8 as I learnt was preserving traditional marriage.Marriage between a man and woman.That too in California where you have gay museums,gay parades every year.It was not once but many times you see two men kissing like there is no tomorrow.Same thing applies to girls.It was many times I felt that 'Isnt this embarrassing?'.These things dont happen in India.Did I say that? I am wrong ,they ofcorse are gays.I saw them onscreen in Bombay boys and in Madhur Bhandarkar's 'Fashion'.Those were the days people wouldnt show of what they were in India unlike today.India hosted the first gay parade in India this year.
India is a place where they follow traditional values strictly but is gradually being westernized.
Way back in early 1960's it was not legal.Now everything is legal here.Then why are these people standing in out there holding placards and agitating? The reason being orthodox beliefs in bible,caring parents who dont want children to be influenced by lessons in schools about gay marriage,christian adoption centers refuse people from adopting kids due to gay marriage.
I still have doubts.Are people born gay or does it happen due to bad parenting? If at all they are born that way,how can we snatch away their freedom?
I definetly am not supporting or opposing prop 8.I am standing middle ofcorse even though I cannot vote here in USA

The priceless childhood

2008-11-09T10:36:00.000-08:00

Woh Chitrahar keh din

Kya din the woh !!!!.....down the memory lane......

Doordarshan Logo

Doordarshan's Screensaver

Malgudi Days

Dekh Bhai Dekh

Ramayan

Mile Sur Mera Tumhara

Turning Point

Bharath Ek Khoj

Alif Laila

Byomkesh Bakshi

Tehkikaat

He Man

Salma Sultana DD News Reader

Vicco turmeric,
Nahin cosmetic
Vicco turmeric ayurvedic cream

Twaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinggggggg
Washin powder Nirma, Washing powder Nirma
Doodh si safedi, Nirma se aayi
Rangeen kapde bhi khil khil jaaye

Complan Boy(Shahid Kapoor) and Girl (Ayesha Takia)

Surabhi: Renuka Sahane and Siddharth
Then were 'Mungerilal ke hasin sapane' and 'karamchand'...'Vikram Betal', etc.

How did one survive growing up in the 70's, 80's and 90's?

We had no seatbelts, no airbags and sitting in the back of a truck was a treat…

Our baby prams had the most gorgeous lead based colours…

No such thing as tamper proof bottle tops…

Opening kitchen cupboards was a breeze… as safety locks were unheard off…

Cycling was like a breath of fresh air…

No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike…

When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery…

We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things … and we were fearless on our bikes even when the brakes failed going downhill…

We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….It was great fun….

We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner…

We walked to school, or sometimes we even rode our bike.

We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other….

How? No one knows…

We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bloody noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn't anybody's fault, only ours

We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice-cream, sweet sugary drinks, yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.

And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre coca cola bottle we all had a swag from it & guess what? Nobody picked up any germs...

We did not have Play Stations, MP3, Nintendo's, I-Pods, Video games, 99 Cable TV channels, DVD's, Home Cinema, Mobile phones, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat-rooms, Internet, etc ... BUT, we had REAL FRIENDS!!!!

We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just went around the back…

We loved being let loose in the big bad world…without bodyguards…

We played with sticks and stones, played cowboys and Indians, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, soccer games, over and over again…

When we failed our exams we were given a second chance by simply repeating the same grade…without visiting psychiatrists, psychologists or counselors…

Such were the days…

We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities. ..

Most of all, we learned to respect others…

We were from that generation

This message will help us forget the stress that surrounds us these days….and just for a few moments puts a smile to our faces as you remember what life was really like in the good old days……

HAVE A SUPER DAY! with Golden Days Value!!!!!!!!!

courtesy :My childhood classmate and friend N Ramu.I din write this blog.I uplifted it without permission.No permissions are required until he accepts that vijayawada is great than vizag,which was our debate from class seven.Well he still missed fauzi and world this week

2008-11-05T09:10:00.000-08:00

ONLY ONE PERSON IS DESTINED TO REWRITE HISTORY
ONLY ONE PERSON ACHIEVES THE WORLD'S DREAM
ONLY ONE PERSON IS DESTINED TO REMOVE THE RACIAL BARRIERS
THE FIRST AFRICO-AMERICAN PRESIDENT OF UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
BARRACK HUSSAIN OBAMA
2008-2012 OR 2016
MARTIN LUTHER KING JR HAD A DREAM WHICH CAME TRUE TODAY

A word from the heart

2008-10-24T15:28:00.000-07:00

Do you love someone deeply?Do you hate someone to the core?Yes,many of us do but you care about them more than anyone in the world.You often keep a check on that person from any available mode.You check their profile atleast once a day if time permits or through feedjit.You check what they write ,if someone has blogomania like me.Technology has developed so much that by hook or crook you still do hangout and around the person you love or hate.
Few years back I was told in a lecture about the behaviour of rats in comparision to people.The lecture drew a parallel comparision between rats and people although they belong to two different species.
When you are out of school and you meet your pals after years accidentally.How would you behave?Depends on the situation.You may be working in a well known company,prospering in life,you are married to the person you fell in love with.Every thing going smooth and green,you would give a huge hug,a warm smile and exchange stories that happened after you last left.
If things really did not happen,the way you expected.You did not find a job or you were ousted from your job.For reasons known to both of you and your lover,you parted ways.You are answerable to every question ,your friend might ask you.If you accidentally happen to see him or her,you immediately look away,turn to the nearest lane inorder to avoid the person approaching you.
A year back or just a few months ago,I asked one of the persons I knew a question that put her in an uncomfortable position.I din mean to make her uncomfortable.I was blissfully unaware of her relation with that guy.I asked her that 'Do you know ,you and my cousin have a common friend Mr.N?'She put an expression that I really did not understand.She did not even say 'I know him from so and so or not even Is it so?'
Later on I came to know that they were seeing each other few years before and then broke apart.I am not someone who would ask the question a second time or make fun of her as to whatever happened,just a normal humanbeing who feels this could happen to me too.
I was in wonder of thinking that the particular lecture made soo much impact on me.Exactly all the species behave in the same way,all of us are bound by emotions.
We dont hate people,we just have opinion differences and part ways.To those who love us 'We love you the same way as you do' n to the people who hate us 'We love you as much as you do'.We surround you now and then ,everytime and every moment in our feelings and thoughts.

Memories from childhood

2008-10-17T11:16:00.000-07:00

Its summer time and when we were kids it was either my maternal granmama's house or the paternal ones for holidays.Well ,well many of you would know that mothers are more attached to their parents though they have due respect for their in-laws.My mom was no exception from others.Even though we went to our paternal ones we stayed a good deal of time at her pedamma's house,her mother's elder sister.She was more attached to her than to her mom.The reason being was that she was raised by them and did all her schooling at their home.I never saw her showing any distinction between her own brother and her cousins.Infact I would say she yearns for them more than words could say.
Even we as kids enjoyed there very well most probably because of all the care and love showered by the people in the little village.'Are they Rani's(my mom) kids?,people would ask looking at us adoringly.'Adoringly',as kids everyone is soo adorable,arent we? When we went for holidays to our paternal granparents ,we would spend a minimum of ten days at pedammama's home.My granma's granma,father,sister,husband used to stay there in the little village.My mom's cousins also came there for holidays.In a word we all were such a big gang and our holidays were not even sufficient to have enough fun.My mom's youngest cousin stayed home and helped his dad with agriculture.His wife took care of the home.Every morning she would make ginger pickle and idli.I hated idlis as a child but my craving for her idlis was eternal,she made such nice idlis.I wonder why but we used to feel extra hungry at their home and my aunt would be making rounds from the kitchen to the living room carrying plate full of edibles round and round still wearing a smile on her face.She is one hell of an energetic and cheerful woman I have ever seen.Did I say kitchen to the living room,let me clarify that each was a separate construction and far away in distance than the distance between living room and kitchen in modern homes.We would be chitchatting in the kitchen or playing games and never even sat down quietly even for a few seconds.My aunt had two kids a boy and a girl.The boy was granpa's pet and the girl was ours,not that we did not love him or otherwise but because the girl was younger than the boy.When this girl was a baby , we used to fight with each other so that we would sleep beside her.My granpa always had a rescue plan for such emergencies.He used to enter all our names on pieces of paper and pick one as lottery.Whoever's name was picked will sleep beside her.As kids we din understand the prank that on all the papers he wrote my aunt's name and in every other lottery only she would be picked to sleep beside the baby.
We used to have dinner early,at around six o' clock since we used to get dim light later on.It was a small village after all with under developed facilities.We loved the horsegram lentil soup made for dinner and waited for when our dinner will be served.Our granpa used to tell us stories about our ancestors and many other stories until midnight.We slept outside in the open air.My morning routine began a bit late because I slept late and gotup late and only to the singing and uproar created by my cousins.Did I say 'uproar'?,indeed yes,with them singing ,no shouting at my ear 'Le,le,nannu lepamantava...'.I dont remember those lyrics but I had to get up to get away from all that noise.
When we had to leave their home,the baby girl would sit with her granma and pray that we should miss our bus and stay a bit longer.Wonder why but today I remember all of them and miss them very much.Half of those people are no longer living but still their love and affection never leaves me as long as I live