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its okay to be jealous

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This blog is triggered from a persistent thought. of wanting something or having a desire to be in somebody's shoes. let me explain.  Often the emotion 'jealousy' has so much negativity attached to it, that this word is not part of our daily vocabulary.                                        Ever heard unapologetic laughter and thought that you want to be part of that group. what's the joke they are sharing, is it a memory, are they discussing somebody else. This is the laughter that one of my most awesome friend shares with her mom. they are friends first and then defined by blood. It’s not the joke, nor a gossip piece, or a memory.... it's actually nothing sometimes. My analytical mind has to come up with some rationale, so I feel that the actual reason is that they complete each other. they don't need any one to have a party. they are not looking at anyone else to bring humor to the table, if others join along, then it's just a bonus. I would love to have

Dont Judge me... Just be my friend......

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 "I want to sit with friends who dont judge and I just want to have a good time" .... this is what one friend told me. I got it....'You be you' .. 'I be me'... we find a common ground to connect, converse and respect each other.  Including my years studying, it will be 20 years in the USA this fall. 13 of the 20 were spent in one city. My formative years of making a family, making friends, increasing my friend circle to finally decreasing my friend circle. Last 5 years, i stuck with 4 other families....didn't find the need  However we changed cities..we didn't know a soul in the new place...I struggled a bit ....I felt as I did in my first year in the USA. slowly we met people...I realized that I enjoyed speaking with people who were so varied from me...I was not trying to find my tribe I focused on identifying why I like to meet the people that I meet. There may be many qualities but atleast whats the one quality that I love about them. I was clear th

Where was I... down memory lane

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I just happened to remember that I wrote a blog in my past life and managed to remember my webpage and read some of my posts. I don't relate to that girl....last post was 13-14 years back. I want that girl back.... what has changed............ 2 bright kids have been added to my life :))) and bella... Many many pounds added ... Some baggage of relationships.... lots of memberships (netflix ...prime..sling..disney.. etc etc) what hasnt changed........... The need for my parents.... movies sports.. many friends still remain today and still talking about losing weight... cheers to that...

AN OBITUARY (Article copied from Big B's Blog)

An Obituary printed in the London Times - Interesting and sadly rather true. Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, *Common Sense*, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: - Knowing when to come in out of the rain; - Why the early bird gets the worm; - Life isn’t always fair; - and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don’t spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense

Is Danny Boyle our national representative???

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Give the man a break... ever since Slumdog Millionaire made it big in awards circles.. suddenly everybody has a opinion on the movie and they want to express it right through the media. I have been following debates over whether Slumdog does India any good.. is it only a gimmick.... Does it selectively highlight India's filth and backwardness.... Is it a foreigner's perspective on showcasing India.. Somehow when I saw the movie.. I loved it. Probably I saw it much earlier that it caught all the hype for bagging most of the awards.. I found it very entertaining, positive and full of great performances. As a social work student in India, I have visited the slums (Jhuggi Jhopri as they call in Delhi) for my field work. I am surprised as to how well the director captured the appropriate characterization of slums.. there was no exaggeration in depicting the slums. Isn't slums a reality in India.. Isnt child labor a reality in India.. And anyways its a movie.. Its not documentar

Resolutions......

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Ya ya yaa.. I know its late to write about new year resolutions now, We are almost a whole month into 2009. However, I just wanted to pen down my thoughts on New Year Resolutions.. I think I must have made at least a million resolutions, may be just not New Year but you know.. like from next month... from tomorrow, from next monday and the list goes now. And its no secret that I haven't kept any of my resolutions. Losing weight and studying harder... is I guess I always resolve to do in mind.. but I am not sure how it translates into action. This year was very different. I didn't feel like having any NY resolutions. I realized that we make resolutions when we are lacking something we want to achieve. We only foresee the result that we want to obtain, and we make a resolve about achieving it. I have always said that I would like to lose 20 pounds (okay.. may be I need more, but lets stick to 20 for now). For a day I remember it and the next day its gone. I never paid attention t

Article by Suketu Mehta in NY Times

Op-Ed Contributor What They Hate About Mumbai By SUKETU MEHTA Published: November 28, 2008 MY bleeding city. My poor great bleeding heart of a city. Why do they go after Mumbai? There’s something about this island-state that appalls religious extremists, Hindus and Muslims alike. Perhaps because Mumbai stands for lucre, profane dreams and an indiscriminate openness. Mumbai is all about dhandha, or transaction. From the street food vendor squatting on a sidewalk, fiercely guarding his little business, to the tycoons and their dreams of acquiring Hollywood, this city understands money and has no guilt about the getting and spending of it. I once asked a Muslim man living in a shack without indoor plumbing what kept him in the city. “Mumbai is a golden songbird,” he said. It flies quick and sly, and you’ll have to work hard to catch it, but if you do, a fabulous fortune will open up for you. The executives who congregated in the Taj Mahal hotel were chasi