Parents had a bad marriage.
Pressurized daughter to get married at 20.
Daughter got engaged at 20 to Mr X.
She stayed away from parents and Mr X to complete education.
Made a great friend at the university.
Got married half way through her education to Mr X at 21 years.
Went back to university.
Realized Mr X was not what she had imagined.
Fell in love with her good friend Mr Y.
Is totally confused.
Tuesday, November 03, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Dissecting.
Scenario 1: Some one just said something, anything.
My reaction: Why? Either why that way, why you, why this, why that...
This is not done consciously. I just ask why all the time. Yaake? is the most used word in my vocabulary. I am aware of this. It does not change a thing. I go right ahead and ask why again. I have done it for as long as I can remember. The first time I was made aware of this was when I was 10. My granddad asked me yaake the whole day for everything I said. In the end I remember crying and asking my mom yaake tata hing madthare nange?
Scenario 2: Come across something I don't understand.
My reaction: What does it mean? I don't get it. Tell me. TELL ME.
I just don't like it when I don't understand something. I have to get to the bottom of it. I get irritated if I don't get it. It pisses me off when people say, forget it. It irritates me if people don't sit down and explain it to me. Like they are personally offending me. I now know it is not their responsibility, yet my initial reaction is anger, then I use wikipedia. (Thank god for wiki). [This morning I read about the word bugger on wiki, very interesting.]
Scenario 3: When something random or abstract is said.
My reaction: It conjures up images in my mind.
Example: I must have been 8 or 9 when my dad said, they have monkey guards in his factory to prevent monkeys from getting electrocuted. My immediate reaction was, wow! really they actually have a monkey in a guards uniform with a gun. Even to this day my dad laughs at me for this. But that is what happens when random things are said.
I don't know why I am dissecting these things so much. But, I do realize most of the people I interact with these days find this absurd, funny or annoying. (Depending on what the context is.) OK. A few people appreciate it too.
Recently, realized how important knowing the tone of a conversation is. Chatting kills it. A person who is really happy can seem dull, vise versa.
I am bad with punctuation marks. I like full stops.
My reaction: Why? Either why that way, why you, why this, why that...
This is not done consciously. I just ask why all the time. Yaake? is the most used word in my vocabulary. I am aware of this. It does not change a thing. I go right ahead and ask why again. I have done it for as long as I can remember. The first time I was made aware of this was when I was 10. My granddad asked me yaake the whole day for everything I said. In the end I remember crying and asking my mom yaake tata hing madthare nange?
Scenario 2: Come across something I don't understand.
My reaction: What does it mean? I don't get it. Tell me. TELL ME.
I just don't like it when I don't understand something. I have to get to the bottom of it. I get irritated if I don't get it. It pisses me off when people say, forget it. It irritates me if people don't sit down and explain it to me. Like they are personally offending me. I now know it is not their responsibility, yet my initial reaction is anger, then I use wikipedia. (Thank god for wiki). [This morning I read about the word bugger on wiki, very interesting.]
Scenario 3: When something random or abstract is said.
My reaction: It conjures up images in my mind.
Example: I must have been 8 or 9 when my dad said, they have monkey guards in his factory to prevent monkeys from getting electrocuted. My immediate reaction was, wow! really they actually have a monkey in a guards uniform with a gun. Even to this day my dad laughs at me for this. But that is what happens when random things are said.
I don't know why I am dissecting these things so much. But, I do realize most of the people I interact with these days find this absurd, funny or annoying. (Depending on what the context is.) OK. A few people appreciate it too.
Recently, realized how important knowing the tone of a conversation is. Chatting kills it. A person who is really happy can seem dull, vise versa.
I am bad with punctuation marks. I like full stops.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Stupid ain't bad!
This is an interesting article about stupidity.
This can surely be extended to other areas of life too.
This can surely be extended to other areas of life too.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Of good times and dull.
It was war time again
2 years is a long time
My sister hugged me
I hugged her
And then we fought
Oh! how sweet it was
We fought and we hugged
Life went on.
It was mischief time again
2 years is a long time
My brother I woke up at 2am
He hugged and fell back asleep
With a big smile
Oh! how sweet it was
We irritated each other
Life went on.
It was gossip time again
2 years is a long time
My friends we decided to meet
We sat around a coffee table
Talking about her and him
Oh! how sweet it was
We teased each other
Life went on.
It was coffee time again
2 years is a long time
We used to sit in silence in each others company
We used to enjoy this
But 2 years alas is a LONG time
Oh! how sweet it used to be
I called many times
But now Life has to go on...
Saturday, October 10, 2009
What will you do about it? Spread the word!
24th October
Polar Ice Cap is Melting.......
CO2 Emissions are beyond Earth's threshold....
(Jan 2009) CO2 Level - 385.92 ppm
Safe Limit - Scientists - 350.00 ppm
You want to do some thing about this! ??
People are Taking Action...
http://www.350.org/mission
Lets make an attempt to go 350. This will be each and every person's contribution to humanity and our future generations.
24 October 2009
INTERNATIONAL DAY OF CLIMATE ACTION
CO2 Speaker's Corner | Gauthier | Antarctica | February 2009 fromMichael McGee on Vimeo.
CO2 Speaker's Corner | Gauthier | Antarctica | February 2009 from Michael McGee on Vimeo.
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