Thats The Way It Is…

The song which lifts me when I am low in life…cos thats the way it is. Lyrics with simply defines what it really is to life.

Saying Goodbye to my four-legged angel (RIP)

It seems just yesterday when I brought her home all of 2 months, a black bundle of joy who was so restless away from her mother but very soon found the warmth under my other dog Bruno’s neck..all snuggled up and sleeping like a baby to much annoyance of Bruno, ofcourse. Once I moved to a different city for work, she moved in with me. Oh, she was a sweetheart to come back home to. I never really had to train her for anything. She adjusted well with my work hours during weekdays and ensured that I give her enough attention over the weekends. She was my +1 in all the friendly parties. She was taken care of by my friends if I had to travel for work. Ah, she was every one’s darling.

She enjoyed dog food as much as she enjoyed tomatoes. She was possessive of her ball and loved fielding on the ground. She was a terror for outsiders but a warm cuddly one for the insiders. She always knew when anyone in the house was not well and would keep an eye on him/her. She was naughty as a brat but with kids, she would let them have the liberty to be naughty with her. She knew she was not allowed to sit on the bed or couch but she also knew that she owns the privilege to sit on the same place where I sit. And no one dare to walk into my room even after knocking on door until I mumble a Yes or else, apart from mother, others have been pounced upon. She would slather you with her love every time she would see you, bark for attention, eat food when its my dinnertime, snuggle up for the exact same spot on bed which is warm in winter and gets more cool air during summers. Her unconditional love could be seen in her eyes. When something was botherting me, I could see worry in her eyes. She was addictive hence her name “Whisky”.

Whisky (16-May-1996 to 28-Jul-2012)

On Saturday (28-Jul-12), my beloved four-legged angel, Whisky, left me to be in Heaven after sharing my life for more than 16 years. Certain religion generally teaches that animals do not go to heaven and, when they die, that’s the end for them. But, I know that she will be waiting in Heaven to greet me when I pass into her world and until that day, I will love my little angel and keep her memory alive in my heart and in my heart she will stay.

I just cannot imagine life without her. I never knew that something so small could weigh so much in your heart and totally captivate your world. I now understand that we only have those precious little creatures for a season. My heart which is empty is now filling up with memories of my angel. I have lost a very precious piece of me.

RIP Whisky, you have gone on ahead. I will catch up to you later.

**Wink** ;)

Think about a plan you made, then a coincidence steered you into a new direction. Coincidence? or God’s rudder steering you?

I can recall few times when things happened to me and I thought “I can’t believe this happened to me!”. Many times I have thought about things that happened to me and wondered, how could that be? Why did this happen at this particular time in my life? Then there have been times in my life where I said “Wow what a Coincidence?”.

Often, I have taken things for granted. I know I simply did not appreciate what I had or what came my way, Good or Bad. Now I simply wink to show a sense of appreciation for the little things in my everyday life. I replace my anger at missing a light or misplacing my keys with a patience. I see how amusing life is and all that surrounds us constantly!

These are not just random occurances…they happen constantly. I just open my eyes and WHAM!…There they are. You might find this idea far-fetched. Uhmmm, maybe…but that’s the whole point! It proves that while I may think that out of six billion people on the planet, I will never meet “the one”…in fact, I am on someone’s GPS system all the time. In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities. I keep the hope and faith alive and watch for the signs

Everyone takes their own experiences the way they see fit. It’s called interpretation. When you start looking at life as a succession of little winks you can actually begin to look forward to the day!! Being an agnostic, I feel that things all lined up for us if we pay attention and when we don’t, situations perk our attention.

Want to make God laugh? Tell him your plans.

Nobody’s perfect…

Did you know that Navajo weavers always make an intentional mistake in their rugs to show that nobody’s perfect? Yes, it’s true!!!

Something to think about when we are worried about the little things. Many of us would not label ourselves as perfectionist but we strive for it. One light-bulb moment about perfectionism and relationships – It is time to accept there is no such thing as the “perfect partner”, and that it’s OK to be 90% happy most of the time, rather than expecting 100% all the time! I have come to realize that subconsciously, I could
not meet my own perfectionist expectations. There are a lot of low-risk undertakings in life that I have not attempted for the same reason.

Many ways in which we can lead fairly normal lives by learning to adapt to our handicaps. It doesn’t mean that we are unhealthy, stupid or unlovable, it just makes us human. After all, at the root of perfectionism lies our identification with things, achievements, and so on, and to stop this harmful habit will mean to really change the way we see ourselves and the way around us. And that is not easy. Our mind is also just a very tricky machine and it won’t let go just that easy. The subtle and deep truth is to find the gem at our feet we absolutely have to stop kicking it down the road.

I consider myself a “recovering perfectionist” who has fallen off the wagon countless times throughout my life. I have learnt to accept each moment as it is, and understanding that no moment can be more than what it is. In essence, each moment is already perfect. I guess some are even not aware that they are perfectionist…

Perfect does not mean perfect actions in  a perfect world, but appropriate actions in an imperfect one. (R.H. Blyth)

Find your way to Happiness or Unhappiness…

If the rhetorical question of my previous post made you nod your head in confusion, here is something to help you find an answer.

Or if you are finding ways to be unhappy…here are the 10 golden rules to ease your journey!! Have a safe trip…

Are you HAPPY??

 

 

 

Sh”t My Dad Says

The title says it all about the language contained inside though, and much of the humor comes from a quite colorful vocabulary. The author, Justin’s story telling method is quick and to the point, which keeps the book all the more engaging and interesting.

When you read the book you really get the idea that the author is learning from his dad, who is admittedly a little rough around the edges, how to be a decent human being. Not every word the senior Halpern utters is politically correct, which is part of the humor, and he obviously embarrassed his son on occasion, but this book seems like a loving tribute to a guy who clearly loves his son even while calling him a dummy. Like MissUnderstood genius, finally, a man who says what he thinks – no political scheming, no worrying about the consequences – this man just opens his mouth and says the first profanity-laced thing that pops into his head. He’s a grumpy old guy with the smarts of a rocket scientist and the mouth of a Kentucky moonshiner. He drops pearls of wisdom in the crassest possible terms, but his comments are always dead on and endlessly hilarious. Although his language is “spicy”, his words carry deep insight and his fierce love for his children shines through all the swearing.

Justin’s dad is not mean, he just tells it like it is. It’s nice to see someone who was not afraid of his own shadow in his own house and who was not afraid to stick up for his son’s when needed-be. A love that inspires his son to recognize and realize his potential even when–or especially when–the s h*t of life hits the fan.

The quaintness and shock value of the fatherly advice in this book distracts from what a clever writer Justin Halpern is, which is actually pretty clever. The sayings are hilarious, crude, and 100% correct; rife with common sense and vulgar perfectionism. (Were Dads wiser years ago? or funnier?)

I’ve been reading the blog and enjoying it, sending and sharing it with everyone I know. I figured the book would be along the same lines – it’s not, it’s even better. If you like four-letter humor that tells it like it is…just get this book and read it!! Afterall, the truth is rarely pretty, and life is not rated G.

Caution: DO NOT read this book while you are eating, especially not popcorn. It is laugh-the-hell-out-loud-funny and if you laugh while you’re eating, you’re gonna hurt yourself.

Addicted to Blackberry, are you??

Social bragging…!!

Networking in virtual space is a great way to keep in touch with people you don’t see regularly. But you have to remember it’s basically a giant holiday newsletter. While I certainly don’t mind when people post pictures of vacations or family events on social networking sites, I don’t post those pictures because I am a little more of a private person than some – just like in real life conversations some people share a lot and some are more private.

I think there’s so much tragic and bad stuff in the world that sometimes people want to celebrate the good. ”Phew, I am neck-deep loaded with work but look at this nice box of chocolates my sweetheart sent me.” It’s not a competition, it’s just a way of saying, “Life ain’t perfect so I’m going to savor the times when it is so that I can remember them when it really sucks.“

It has been my experience…and I’m NOT saying this is always, or even usually, the case, but in my experience, people who post overly happy braggish stuff on Facebook tend to be rather unhappy people who are only trying to make themselves feel better with whatever responses they may get. When I see these types of posts, I always feel a pang of pity for the status update. If you have to advertise it, it’s because it isn’t as good as it seems.

Yes, there are kvetchers and soul-barers, but in most cases, people post the good stuff (in other words, brag) and don’t confide their insecurities and heartbreak. I guess genuine human interaction still occurs face to face, voice to voice, side by side. In lieu of negative posts, these people will Vaguebook. “I knew today was going to be bad.” “No good news yet.” “Some people make me so angry, I could scream.” Then they wait patiently for someone to ask for more information.

You might be wondering why do I feel the need to be so judgmental about Facebook posts or for that matter any virtual networking? My personal favorites are humorous, ironic observations on the absurdities of life. Having said that, other than worrying about a person who wants us to be a mind-reader and answer his dilemma. I “like” the posts I like, and ignore the rest. I feel no need to join in by sharing my similar info others share in the posts I don’t “like”. Not giving in to “new cultural standards” AKA peer pressure, is part of being an adult.

There have been academic articles written about how FB is causing people to become increasingly self-obsessed/narcissistic. I think it’s helpful to remember that we needn’t compare the reality of our private lives with the outward images others project of theirs. Who posts a bad picture of themselves on twitter or google+? Who lets the world know about the marital spat at dinnertime, or how their doctor just prescribed them a new anti-depressant? I’ve seen people post pictures of gifts from Tiffany’s, sonograms, announce job offers, announce deaths and that’s obviously not bragging, but it is weird watching people “like” an obituary. I will not lie but I used to have “Facebook envy” few months back when Life was not a romantic comedy. I am temporarily not on facebook since then and somehow I feel more at peace and self-connected. When things are down in your life, seeing people “brag” or “share” or whatever can be overwhelming. I will never fully understand virtual networking. But, I have learned to let it go and focus on living my life and letting others live theirs…

One can feel competitive reading the “brag” posts or one can feel happy that life is good reading the same posts. I choose “life is good”. Well, humans are born storytellers!!!

‘Awakening’…Creativity at its best!!!

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A giant painting made from coffee beans, which was created by Russian artists, has made its way into the Guinness Book of Records. The picture, on display in Moscow’s Gorky Park in Russia shows the face of woman and cup of coffee. It measures 30 square meters (322.9 square feet) and is made of around one million coffee beans, the Telegraph reported. The creators, who have called their picture ‘Awakening‘ said they used some 180 kilograms of coffee beans to create their masterpiece. According to the organisers, the previous record was set in Albania where the picture measured 25 square metres (269 square feet). ~Deccan Chronicle

For me, its Purrrrrfectly brew-tiful!!!