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No Running, No Jumping

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What is that one word or sentence, that you say most, in your daily life?

It could be anything, just don’t fret about it. I just wanted to share what I say (actually scream) most of the time.

It must have been evident by the title, but still I will say it – It’s “No Running, No Jumping”.

No, I don’t have a monkey at home (as if my hubby will let me have one), but I do have a monkey equivalent. Those who know me, will say “Why only one, you have three?” Those who know me well, will say “Yes, out of your three kids, only one is notorious enough to be considered as a monkey.”

We are talking about Renne Singh, my two year old boy. Now that I have told you that he is like a monkey, but it’s not that he has a tail or so. It’s just that he never seems to be still. Now, as far as my general knowledge from Discovery channel is correct, monkeys do sit still for some time. Oh God, now I can not even call him, a Monkey.

Problem with him is that there is no problem that can bind him longer on a single place. He is always Running. If not running, then Jumping. In fact, coming to think of that, I have never seen him walk. He never walks. Well, he does so, when I am holding his hand, so he didn’t ran away. Then he has no other option than to walk with me.

He didn’t even walked when he was learning walking. He was always quick and fast. He was just of 7 month when he started walking (literally) by holding on to furniture. By the age of 9 month, he was running and falling. More falling and less running, but no walking. His twin brother, Otu, while took his time, slowly, and increased his pace with time, almost to his 11^th month.

Even when he wakes up in the middle of night, he will not come to my room, he will come running to my room. We have to clear out the whole pathway at night (remove their toys from the way), so that he won’t trip over while running at night. He will be running and screaming his lungs out, till he find his mom and sleep next to her.

Daytime, it’s the reverse, he won’t be screaming anymore. He will just be running and I will be the one screaming in every five to ten minutes, “Renne, No Running, No Jumping”.

Life, Spiritual

My Last Day

Image March 2, 2014 jcisnowjs 4 Comments

Every morning we woke up and go on with our daily routines, school, college, work, office, market, breakfast, lunch, dinner and so on…. We are living same life again and again. Daily going through the same routine, same tasks, same problems and sometimes same emotions.

But what if, someday you will just come to know that today is your Last Day. I know, no one would like to imagine that, or to live that. But, just think about it, if one morning when you woke up, and you just somehow came to know that today is the last day of your life, and in the night when you will sleep, there will be no tomorrow.

What will you do then? What will you do on your very last day?

I have heard so many versions of this Last Day from friends, families and sometimes total strangers. Largely people say that they will do only good deeds on their last day. They will try to help other people, they will give food, clothes, money, love to everyone who is seem to be in need of it. Why? Because if they will do good deeds than their place after death will be secured in heaven. As if Satan will impart them just because they were good on their last day. Maybe it’s true. How would I know? Satan haven’t discussed it with me. 😦

One of my friend has a total different opinion. He said that if he will know about his Last Day, he will do every bad thing that he wanted to do, but hadn’t done because he was apprehensive of the consequences. Now on his last day, he could do any sort of thing? What worse could happen, he is going to die nevertheless. He has a point. But, doesn’t it mean that over the years he was just wearing a mask of being good. Well, I think most of us have that mask over us, and will probably be in our worst behavior if not for the sake of this mask.

Again coming back to the Last Day, one lady who is a housewife said that if she would know about her last day, she will live that day more adventurously. Maybe she will leave everything behind and just drive to some unknown place, or will try to befriend a total stranger, or will just live her life for the very first time, for the very last day. But, if she wanted to run away than why didn’t do it now? Why to wait for the end to start something new?

Few have said that they will drain their sorrows of last day in drinks and will party whole day and night till their last breath. That’s a really good option for those who want to just forget every pain, every happiness around them and will just immerse themselves in something which will fade away even their last memory.

What will I do?

My current state of mind says that if today will be my last day, I will probably do nothing.

I will just have my same old hot cup of Coffee in my favorite black large mug, and will sit on my favorite spot at the corner of the sofa near the large open window of my living room, will look at the same tree in front of my home; tree that sometimes seems to consume the little Sun in the orange blue sky of morning; tree that sometimes throw out so many black birds chirping and gushing out like they are late for their office work. I will probably try to soak everything. Then in all likelihood, I will hold my current read and will sip the hot coffee while immersing myself in someone else words of wisdom. After having this long ‘Me Time’ I would prefer to lie cuddled in the arms of my love, my hubby, and watch the two most naughty boys of this world tease the sweetest girl by breaking her dolls and pulling her hairs. I would love to see all three of my kids fighting and then come running to me complaining about each other. I would love to spend my last day just like this, doing nothing, just observing and doing nothing in particular. But then coming to think of it, I am living my every day just like I would have lived my Last Day. I am among those lucky ones who are living what they have ever dreamed of.

That was how I would live my last day.

How will You spend your day, if it will be your Last Day?

Life

Cat, which don’t want to be saved….

Image November 7, 2013 jcisnowjs 3 Comments

Good thing about living in an area with lots of trees nearby (other than the view) is that you got to see so many visitors (wanted/unwanted) from the wild. Yesterday, while I was downstairs checking my mail, I saw one cat, all covered in black puffy hairs. All black and beautiful. She had bright eyes, bright as fire. Kind of scary for me. Too scary, but beautiful in a way.

Cat, which don't want to be saved — Cat, which don’t want to be saved

You must have guessed what I would have done after seeing that beautiful cat…. No, I didn’t hold her and loved her… on the contrary I ran. I ran away and close my doors as fast as I can.

Yeah, I am frightened of cats. Actually, I got scared of everything that walks on 4 or more legs. 😦

I don’t hate them, it’s just that I would like to keep my distance. I love them, till no touching is involved.

So, I left her on my doorstep. But, she never left me. :O

At night, when my hubby arrived from gym, she was still there. Still waiting at our door. My hubby, he appears to be very rough and tough but when it comes to helping others he is all heart. Sometimes, I hate this habit of him, but to tell you frankly(don’t tell him) I love him for this. Muaahh.

So, he was not willing to close the door on her in this cold weather. He was afraid that she might die of cold or can become food of some wild animal. Thus, we started our rescue mission. First thing that we thought of, was to provide some food for her. So, I put some milk and bread for her to eat. But, she was behaving just like my kids. Won’t eat, no matter how much you pursue her. Stubborn.

We guessed she must have eaten something and is full. So next thing that we do was to arrange a cushion and blanket for her to prevent from cold. But she refused that too. How stubborn and ungrateful.

We wanted to hand her over to the society office, so that they could put her up in some comfortable place. But, it was already very late in night and there was no one at office. Seeing no other option my hubby finally decided to knock on our neighbor door and ask them if the cat is theirs. (I once saw a black cat in their hands, a different one though).

Our helpful neighbor Mark, also came out to help her. He even offered to put her in his garage till morning, to save her from cold. So finally, we decided to put her in garage and in morning to hand her over to the office guys or to cat shelter.

Mark and my hubby both went down to garage and tried to put that stubborn cat in the garage. That stubborn cat. She did it again. Ran away. Mark also got some scratches on his arm in all this struggle. But, that black cat was long gone in darkness of night.

My hubby was worried that she may not survive the night, but I was sure no one can touch that stubborn cat, not even cold.

And I was right (as always). I saw her today again, on the door waiting to scare the hell out of me. I didn’t even went to go check my mail. 😦

Well, the cat was saved, though. My neighbor told me that he had taken the cat to the society office and they have placed her in a shelter. I was relieved, less for the cat but more for myself. Now, there is no four legged animal, waiting at my doorstep. Peace.