Sunday, January 10, 2010
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
“Criticism is an indirect form of self-boasting”
- Emmet Fox
Criticising others is a tricky business because people are rarely receptive to criticism.... However, there are ways to point out mistakes to others rather than constantly criticizing of making fun of others... But, whilst it can be important to point out the mistakes of others...., it is equally important that we avoid becoming a full time critic....!!! If we spend all our energy on judging and criticising others we will just become a negative person and do nothing to effect real change.some people are apt to criticise unnecessarily.... It is as if we are drawn to the faults of others and forget the good things they do.... It is also important to avoid feeling responsible for the way others lead their lives...!
Why it is good to avoid criticising others?
- When we criticise others, we often have the same fault in our own nature.
- Criticising others very rarely inspires them to change.
- Citicising about others brings out the worst in ourself. It gives us a negative frame of mind
Criticising others, gives us a sense of pride and superiority.
I know a lot of people who want to feel superior to other people by making fun of others or critising...That doesn’t make sense to me!!!
Well...I am out on a vaccation to Mumbai for a month....So C ya sooon....
Thursday, November 12, 2009
making rude comments....A random conversation between me and a***...
Now who's this a***??? she is friend of my friend whom i had met for
the first time today..
Here we are group of friends chilling out together...i took celmira to
feed her dinner...and..
A*** : does celmira eat properly?
Her son is 3 months older to celmira but looks much younger to her...
So she is worried about his eating habbits...
Me : oh yes... She eats properly.. I dont give her to munch in
between, so she has her dinner properly..
A*** : anyways even if you dont give celmira one time meal it will be
ok looking at her health..
Now I am shocked... How can someone be so rude!
Me: but celmira has always been healthy...
A*** : i think kids should not be fat at this age..
Now i m angry.. And i just walk out of there..
The reason why I remembered this incidence is because i will be
meeting her again tomorrow and i dont know how should i react to this
rude mannerless lady!!!
I guess I wanted to do this post because I really don't like to hear
those things. These type of comments stress me out and are
embarrassing and hurtful toward my daughter... I just don't get it -
maybe I've just lived a sheltered life surrounded by positive people?
Maybe my parents and the parents of my friends taught us right?But
there's just no excuse for rudeness...there is something wrong with
her basic education..I would love to know what provokes people to do
these things - to deliberately say something mean or nasty or hurtful
or just plain rude to someone...
Maybe I'm overly sensitive ... Especially towards my daughter..!.I
felt like I've been punched in the stomach. ..I am really confused as
to how should i react to her...
Monday, November 2, 2009
when good friends go...
Sunday, October 4, 2009
its about 3 months back...we had just moved to this new place..and there was lot of unpacking to do...assad left for office in morning and i decided not to go back to sleep. Before celmira wakes up i should finish most of the work..i took advantage of some peace and quiet and decided to have my morning tea sitting in my balcony. i remember hearing the door shut behind me...but then nothing of it until 15 minutes later when i decide to head back into the house and the door is not just shut but it was locked!..i kept shaking the door to see if it was just very tight but it was locked.....Shit Shit Shit...what to do???....celmira was all alone sleeping inside the bedroom..i didn't have my cell phone with me too...now i was sweating ..fear of getting locked outside with a soaring temperature of 35 degrees...i was also worried if celmira would wake and not see me around and she would try and come out of her cot....i could see no one on the road down my balcony...it was almost 15 minutes now i was locked out..then i saw a african man down...i waved him...and he came running down my balcony ...but he was not able to understand english...and there i am standing locked in my balcony...making all type of actions to make him understand that i was locked and you please call my husband who had just left for work....finally he left to call assad...and le...for more 15 minutes i am waiting for him to come back and tell me if he spoke to assad...but i could se him no more...i was feeling hopeless...now i was in tears...then i saw 2 indian men walking down...i conveyed them my misery and they finally called assad and told him the story..there i saw this african guy comming bcak..he told me that he too spoke to my husband and he is on the way...ok!!!...i was relieved that assad would come and get me out of here...o shit then it struck how will he come inside the house..i have locked the door from inside...that means assad will have to break the door..damn...that means more 1 or 2 hrs...what if celmira wakes up before that!!!...i was crying and crying....then i saw assad down my balcony ..he was too worried about celmira...then we decide that he should call up some lock and key wala...who would break the lock and then he would enter my house and get me out of here...so he called up that guy who said it will take him 1 hr to come ...we had no option...we had to just wait and wait...everything was silient ..i was trying to hear if celmira had woke up...was she crying...but nothing...then suddenly i saw this stranger face suddenly opening my balcony door with celmira in his arms....oooh....who was he?,....how did he manage?...yipppie...i was rescued....i came inside the house and was hugging celmira tightly and crying....that stranger was one of the cleaners in my building who had managed to enter through my kitchen window which was luckily opened...he was an angel sent by god....finally i was inside my house and celmira was fine...wenever i remember this incidence..it gives me a goose bumps...yet we dont how did the door got damn locked...still wenever i go in my balcony i never pull the door behind me....
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
First few words...
daddy
mamma
two
three...ofcourse without saying one: )
boo ( book)
tyre
bappa (backpack)
dawa (medicine)
dauwraa (dora the cartton character)
pa( pani)
yes
no
come
tata
bye
hi
allah
shoe
hish (fish)
chuchu (susu)
baby
coco (chochlate)
babbu (bubbles)
yummmy
here
there
eyesh (eyes)
dada
dadi
nana
nani
chochu (chachu)
bhauu (dog)
meow (cat)
cow
bollly (ball)
e( alphabet E )
do (give)
lo (take)
khao (eat)
aaja (come)
......and like any cute toddler she answeres to few questions..here's it...
what is your name?
memmmi (celmi)
what does santaclaus do?
hooooo hoooo hoooo
what does johny do?
hooo hooo hoooo
where is light?
there...(showing her fingers up )
where is celmira?
here (showing herself)
she surprises us by learning new words everyday...