The Making Of A Mother (stolen story)

11 07 2011

By the time the Lord made mothers, He was into the sixth day working overtime. An Angel appeared and said “Why are you spending so much time on this one?”

And the Lord answered and said, “Have you read the spec sheet on her? She has to be completely washable, but not elastic; have 200 movable parts, all replaceable; run on black coffee and leftovers; have a lap that can hold three children at one time and that disappears when she stands up; have a kiss that can cure anything from a scraped knee to a broken heart; and have six pairs of hands.”

The Angel was astounded at the requirements for this one. “Six pairs of hands! No way!” said the Angel.

The Lord replied, “Oh, it’s not the hands that are the problem. It’s the three pairs of eyes that mothers must have!”

“And that’s on the standard model?” the Angel asked.

The Lord nodded in agreement, “Yep, one pair of eyes are to see through the closed door as she asks her children what they are doing even though she already knows. Another pair in the back of her head are to see what she needs to know even though no one thinks she can. And the third pair are here in the front of her head. They are for looking at an errant child and saying that she understands and loves him or her without even saying a single word.”

The Angel tried to stop the Lord “This is too much work for one day. Wait until tomorrow to finish.”

“But I can’t!” The Lord protested, “I am so close to finishing this creation that is so close to my own heart. She already heals herself when she is sick AND can feed a family of six on a pound of hamburger and can get a nine year old to stand in the shower.”

The Angel moved closer and touched the woman, “But you have made her so soft, Lord.”

“She is soft,” the Lord agreed, “but I have also made her tough. You have no idea what she can endure or accomplish.”

“Will she be able to think?” asked the Angel.

The Lord replied, “Not only will she be able to think, she will be able to reason, and negotiate.”

The Angel then noticed something and reached out and touched the woman’s cheek. “Oops, it looks like You have a leak with this model. I told You that You were trying to put too much into this one.”

“That’s not a leak.” the Lord objected. “That’s a tear!”

“What’s the tear for?” the Angel asked.

The Lord said, “The tear is her way of expressing her joy, her sorrow, her disappointment, her pain, her loneliness, her grief, and her pride.”

The Angel was impressed. “You are a genius, Lord. You thought of everything for this one. You even created the tear!”

The Lord looked at the Angel and smiled and said, “I’m afraid you are wrong again. I created the woman, but she created the tear!”

First time on a stage “to speak”

26 05 2011

I have been on a stage many times. I’ve never feared a stage ever. At least, i don’t fear contests or going on a stage to dance.. but that was the first time i ever went atop a stage to talk.. to give a presentation in front of a bunch of unknowns (a group of 60 and odd girls fresh in first year college) that too it was no techie talk (not that i know anything to give tech seminars just for a hype the mention is made) i had to make a talk on spiritual use of oneself.

the speech was designed to describe how our body maybe used to help nature and live in harmony, the content had stories and stuff..I felt like a wrecked ship! not to mention, talking (jabbering) is the best thing about me.

i went atop the stage and stood in the podium, my presentation projected on the screen behind me, my team members standing by the side to operate my slides, 60 odd faces expecting me to talk, my view went black…! i was having a mini blackout..!

I prayed quickly and started. I never knew i could flow with so much ease. in no time my monologue speech became interactive (there was nothing to interact with the audience in the way my content was designed). and before i realized, it was all over.

neither did i feel good about it, nor did i feel i had made a mess. i just felt blank when i got off the platform. but the best feeling came when i was walking to the projector to handle slides for my friend’s presentation and out of the blue one girl from the audience called me and said, your an interesting speaker, i enjoyed every bit of what you spoke..!!

I was elated..! by far the best feeling i have experienced about talking…!!

Feelings of Gratitude to that girl…! she helped me go on stage for a second time too…! this time in front of a whole college (400 and odd students and lecturers)

Enjoying the Little things…

1 04 2010

Enjoying the little things in life 🙂

Happiness is not about big victory, party, winning the medal and so forth. its about all the small things that make the big stuff happen. if happiness were to be defined only by the big stuff, then the happy times or minutes can be counted. each of us wont even have a handfull of them.

Its not about that. happiness comes out of the small things like your everyday bus stop friend giving you a smile that lasted 2 seconds longer than usual? that would definaely add more warmth and meaning to your smile too! or say the bus driver stopped exactly near you? Thats lukcy aint it? and makes us smile with a surprise..! not only this every thing around us contribute equally.. just look around ? (if ur at ur work place, even then)

when your outside.. just enjoy the breeze.. even if its the hottest afternoon, if we feel it, there will be a small bit of coolness in that air.. the freshness a flower carries when it blooms..? smile at it? it smiles right back at you..

when your at office? lookup and look around! someone mite suddenly look up just like you did now.. Smile at them and see the joy you get!! its a lovely feeling i’d say (dont blame me if ur boss gives you a nasty glare when you looked up! he he.. a suggestion would be, look in the direction where your boss is not there.. now hzz that??)

Every little thing, living and non living, reflects our inner self to us.. You flash a fake smile it gives you the same.. genuinly smile at a bugging snippet code? who knows it mite suddenly work and make you grin even harder..

Life’s made of the little things.. wake up facing your palms.. shout a good morning with your charming smile at your mom or who so ever is near you? whether or not they feel good about it.. i’ll assure that you will feel great.. the first deep breath we take after waking? inhale with a smile, you’ll feel double fresh than usual..!

Everything is all about how we percieve it.. take stuff on the sunny side.. smile generously.. and your charming smile is so infectious and inspiring that every one and every little thing around you smiles with the same intensive charm…

Have a Smilng lovely life… Enjoy the little things…!

Talking to the plants :)

15 03 2010

Its a nice feeling to talk to the plants.. they listen to you no matter wat.. not meaning they don’t have a choice given that they are fixed to the ground and can’t run away. plants respond to stimulus.. not only the “touch me not” plant (mimosa pudica) all plants invariably respond to us if we interact with them.. its a nice feeling to talk to them. if we water the plants rather than using a sprinkler even if the sprinkler gives a better deal of water and gives it all the time, the plants are happier.. if we spend time with them, they grow faster and a lot fresher..

ok now here’s something i observed.. there was a small jasmine plant in my house, a very tiny plant.. i took care to water it personaly every night.. within a month it bore flowers (1 flower a day but still flower) same with the vethalai plant.. it climbed all 3 floors within a month!

plants need not always listen to what we say.. some times they are stubborn too.. there was a plant which was supposed to bear yellow flowers.. for about a year, even when we religiously watered it every day, it never gave even a bud. we changed the soil, manured it why even spoke to it. it was an all season plant which made us get even more curious. then in summer, we found out what the plant actually needed.. it wanted some one to show it to bear flowers! can you believe that plant dint now that it had to bear flowers until another plant showed it.. only when the tree next to it was filled with flowers did my plant come to know that it could bear flowers too 🙂 then came the first bud, then next and after that the plant gives atleast 1 flower a day.

Plants do listen to us if we speak to them.. we can pour out to them our problems or worries and go and feel relieved. thou the plants dont give us a reply, we feel so relieved that the solution seeks us almost in no time..!

Be it plants or trees, they react positively to encouragement.. like it comes in the maza add? “naan unna ivlo varshama thanni oothi valathu irukken, nee enakku oru mampazham tharamatiya? Dhrogi!!”
the trees actually responds to us.

My mama had a murunga maram which never gave murunga kai not even flowers in 10 years. it required my mama to go and talk with it for 1 whole hour! he shouted at the tree accused it and then made peace with it.. and returned. in 2 months, the tree was full of murunga kai’s and that season almost the entire village ate only mama’s murunga kai’s

Plant a seed.. watch it grow.. speak to that plant,  it’ll be your best friend.. always available for you..!
Its such a pleasure…!!


31 10 2009

Coffee… mm mm a strong refreshing smacky coffee starts my day… with out that beverage, something is jus not complete.. when some thing is sought after or i’m analyzing, my coffee is my pal… when it rains at night, oh its the ultimate company! who doesn’t like to gaze out of the window experiencing the mild sprinkle of the rain outside whilst sipping hot coffee from our mugs… or it be IM with friends around 2am at night having a coffee.. makes my thoughts drift to school days! coffee is best when i have to discuss something.. whether i drink it or not, the refreshing aroma itself makes the conversation long and good.. we might have started somewhere and would have digressed an gone else where.. and only when the coffee becomes cold or when the waiter comes to clean our table do we realize the passage of time.. coffee.. i can still feel its aroma thou i’m not sipping from a mug right now…

I Wonder!

31 10 2009

When i look at the brilliant blue sky,
when i look at the flutter bye flutter by, i wonder
when i look at the lush green grass,
when i look at the little bug sitting on one of the blades, i wonder
when i look at the vast expanse of water,
when i look at the gentle jelly fish, i wonder
when i look at the caring bird,
when i look at the egg she’s warming, i wonder
when i look at the great big elephant,
when i look at the little calf she’s playing with, i wonder
when i look at the caring mother,
when i look at the sweet little infant she holds, i wonder

i wonder how intimately caring our dear Lord is
i wonder about how sweet his creations are
i wonder… i wonder…!!

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