Sit back and enjoy!

Long before I started writing this blog...I was already reading many other blog sites (which these days are simply all over the place)

I've often wondered at how gifted a few people were with "words", really how well they write.
Maybe that was one reason why I couldn't get myself to start writing. Seems strange but somehow I didn't want to be underrated, I didn't want my writings to be inferior when compared to theirs...maybe I felt I wouldn't be as good as they are when it comes to "expressing thoughts in words".

Doesn't this happen quite regularly with most of us? We keep saying we don't want to be compared with anybody. I used to say this very often when I was young, when my mom told me about my cousins et all and when my aunts used to tell me how I should try and emulate my cousins and come up in life!!
(Actually there was this great big cousin of mine, who asked me what the turnover of my company was and when i said I didnt know, he was like "How can people be like this???" Sorry,but maybe I am not your kind.)

This "comparision bug" bites very early in one's life. As a kid you are compared to the kids around you, why are you not as active as the other kid is...why are you not getting as many marks as the other one is getting...
Even at school, we as children try to compare...how many marks did you get? Even if you dont get a 100 on 100 thats ok as long as you've got the highest in the class...
Atleast as kids we are our own self. If we are pissed off at the other kid even though he is your best friend, if he doesnt give you a toy, if he is not sharing a choclate, if he gets better marks than you, you can scream,cry and SHOW you are jealous.

But as you grow old, you can't do that. It's always "I'm so so so very happy for you!!"
"That's ok, even if I don't get it, you got it right and you are my friend"
How many times did I say that???!!! but at the bottom of my heart kept feeling...What if I were in her place??!!!
Why is it so bad to feel jealous and also show it?

I've often wondered why some people are "more gifted" and why I am simply an "above average girl" (not the brilliant one or the genious!!)
Maybe that was for my own good, maybe that was my destiny, yeah it really helps to believe in destiny (you can always leave the complex things to that!!)

Maybe if I was more intelligent, more smart, more whatever, I wouldn't have been leading the life I am leading today.
And I am perfectly happy with the way things are (yeah maybe I would love to learn swimming,french,horse riding, golf and spend lots of money building my wardrobe...,not worry about my bank balance...but who cares!!)

So, see using a simple theory I've come to terms with it. Every person is different from the other. And everyone needs friends and wellwishers (and it helps if you can hide your J feelings from this gang!) and these are the people who will appreciate anything that you do, these are the people that will give you a pat on the back when you've done something good, these are the people who will be there when you are down...
So, sit back enjoy and look out for building this group.

Dhriti-The Menance

Ok...I am making a deliberate attempt of not writing anything about REC or my friends there :)

Today moning I felt unusually lazy (not that I am at my best every morning,but today saw more of my "badhakam"). I didnt feel like waking up at all and even Dhriti was asleep so I was like what the hell...!!
And then...

Shot I:
Suddenly she wakes up says "Papa","Babu"...and then she starts off with her antics, starts flying like a bird (we taught her that recently and she is very good at that!!) and then gets off the bed and starts dancing...
Once all that is over and after pulling at my hair real hard and ensuring that I am fully awake she gives me this BIG "hiiiiiiii".

I felt on the top of the world...my daughter is the cutest one...the best...(Shiva actually says bestest,but I'd settle for best!!)

Shot II:

I am finally ready...good to go...and doing some puja...she tags along and throws the kumkum on the floor (she was actually trying to put that on her face), eats some, goes and gets the slippers that I left and eats them tooo and then goes near the TV and pulls off all the wires, eats my mobile and when I put her in her high chair screams at the top of her voice...

And I am like....Gooooodddddd...what the hell is she doing, why can't she just sit and stay calm at one place...

Shot III:

I am off to the office and she gives me a flying kiss and says..."Babbayyyyiii" (her version of Bye Bye!!) my euphoria is back again...!!

I don't know what's going to happen tomorrow...how different she is going to be...what she is going to become in her life..and all that..
But for now..every day...every moment with her is so very different...