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Wednesday Words – How Can We Save You?

How Can We Save You?
How Can We Save You?

When was the last time you have given advice to someone? It could be just few minutes back or a week back or maybe a month back. It is in our nature to give advice and help others, regardless of the fact that the person on receiving end, is asking for it or not. :O

So, what if the other person does not want to accept our help? What if, he does not wants to be saved? What if he wants to drown? Drown in front of you?

How Can We Save You?
How Can We Save You?

What will you do, then?

Human tendency is strange in so many ways, sometimes we want to drown people so that we can rise in their absence, but most of the times, we want to save people. We want to help. We want to give advice. Why we may want to save others? It can be a totally different agenda. We prefer to save those, who we think can save us in future, or who have saved us in past so as to pay their debt, or we may want to save others, just so that we can feel good about ourselves, but most of the times, we always want to save those who we love or we wish well for. We want to give them directions on how to live a better life.

How Can We Save You?
Directions?

I have seen people giving advice to total strangers, specially if you are a Mom, you will get plenty of parenting advice from everyone around you, even from those who are not yet parents. I love giving advices too. It does feel nice, infact feel like that you are saving other persons life. So, even when I am giving advice to do some physical exercise and eat healthy food, to one of my friend, who is growing in size due to inactivity and negligence towards health. I do feel like I am the one who is trying to save this persons life. I feel good about myself. It does not matter much whether that person will actually start acting on my advice or not.

How Can We Save You?
How Can We Save You?

When it does matter is, the fact when someone close, or a loved one is involved. Our kids, our younger siblings and our family friends; we like them to grow and prosper. We like them, to listen to us. We like them to behave in a way we expect them to be.

All the time, that we are expecting this from them, we forget, that they maybe wanted to have their own mistakes. How can I save you, if you do not want to be saved?

How Can We Save You?
How Can We Save You?

When I tried to teach my kids, how to swim or cycle. I have to first teach myself, on how to loose them? How to set them free? So that, they can fall, swim on their own. Even when they learnt, it was hard for me to let them go. How as parent, as guardian, we always want to hold their hands, always trying to steer them clear of any troubles, how always trying to judge and decide what is best for them.

How Can We Save You?
Swimming Practice

What we think is best for our kid, may not be what our kids have thought of as best. They can have different aspirations. They are allowed to think differently, to go different ways. They may or may not be as successful as we want them to be (in our perception), but they will be a person of their own.

That is most important. Isn’t it?

 

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A Stroll Around The Lake

A Stroll Around The Lake
Leader with Followers
A Stroll Around The Lake
Serene Scenery
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The Chase
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Come to me…
A Stroll Around The Lake
My Sunshine
A Stroll Around The Lake
My Shadow
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Three with the Ducks….
A Stroll Around The Lake
Fishing for Love
A Stroll Around The Lake
We all are looking for something

I Don’t Like Childish Girls

I Don't Like Childish Girls
I Don’t Like Childish Girls

It’s a pretty bold statement when you say something about that you don’t like. But, no serious hate going on here. It’s just recently I came across one such not so adorable personality, who reminded me of so many things which makes girls irritating. I met a childish woman(not a girl, she was way above her twenties).

To start with first let me clarify, what I mean by childish girls?

A childish girl is, who is no longer a child (as per her age), not even a teen, so I would prefer to call her a woman, but who will try to speak like a child, when in company of others(specifically note down this point), to impress others by making herself look like some innocent girl lost in the woods.

Why I don’t like such girls? Well, here is a story to tell….

Once upon a time…. oh cut this crap……. When I came to live in a new city and a new job, I landed on a group of girls who seemed like just out from the movie, β€œMean Girls”. They were always wearing high heels, fashionable brands, not actually wearing but flaunting the brands all over; will always walk in groups, even when they would go to loo; always have their sunglasses on, yes even inside office’s air conditioned and all covered building; would always talk in third person; and mostly be surrounded by guys.

Surprisingly, they refer all the guys of their group, as their brothers, or just friends πŸ˜› preferably chosen to do chores for them. Yes, boys, lesson number one, if you think that you are just friend with a girl, who usually keeps you around for making, her life easier….. No, she is not that into you.

I Don't Like Childish Girls
Child Like??

Coming back to The Group, their was one girl in the group, who always seems to me, as she didn’t belong their. She was always well spoken, more than just polite, infact like a child. Now, you know, where I am going….

Whenever, I use to talk to my friends about The Group, I used to say, how this one girl is so sweet and she even talks like a kid. She seems to be really nice, but lost, like Alice in Wonderland, in somewhat new world.

To give you a taste of how she used to speak, if you would ask her β€œhave you taken your breakfast? She will replay back (Please try to read as some 5 year girl would say it), Ohhhhh, I totally forgot. 😦 I didn’t even had milk. What will I do now? Can you please take me to cafeteria? Will you go with me, Please, Please plzzzzzzzzzzz.”

I Don't Like Childish Girls

Yes, I know. Laugh it off.

I was that naive to think of all this as β€œher innocence”. It all washed down, in a single day actually, when The Group decided to live with me, as roommates.Β 

So, the very first day, I prefer to call it, the great eye opener day, firstly every brand of clothe came out and they were now in the dirtiest or I would say somewhat old and torn clothes. Contacts from eyes out, big ugly glasses, in. Straight hairs with shining gels out, messy hair with curlers, in. Hygienic attitude out, dirty laundry and dishes in bedroom, in. High class talk out, gossip about the girl in other cubicle, in. Hollywood movies and English shows out, Balika Vadhu and Kahani Ghar Ghar ki type, in. Not that any of this matters, as everyone is somewhat like this when at home. But…….

Most importantly, I heard a loud shrieking and never ever heard before voice, β€œOne tomato is less in fridge, I have just brought it today from the market? Who has taken my tomato?”

Yes, she was the same innocent, child like polite girl screaming her lungs out for one tomato.

My experience over the years (yes, I managed to make it more than a year with them), told me that, she was using her childish behavior as a way to impress others and to make them love her more. When at home or alone, she was as normal, as everyone else. Just a fake…

I Don't Like Childish Girls

Now, every time I saw a girl, sorry woman, talking like a child ( not when they are talking to a child), I just laugh in my head and say good bye to the child lady, to live in peace. πŸ™‚

Strange World Of Man’s Deodorant

All the ads that you are watching on your television set are over the top (literally πŸ™‚ ), but if you specifically focus on the Deo ads for men, they are so (over) exaggerating.

I am even afraid of getting one for my hubby, what if he will go out wearing one of these Deodorant, and semi nude girls starts jumping on him all over the place. It would be a hell of a sight though. Just don’t tell my hubby, what if he decides to shop for himself πŸ˜›

Their is a new ad that is coming on tv for a famous Deo, where a girl who incidentally is quietly flying a kite on rooftop, gets distracted by smell of a man/boy who is at-least two or three houses away from her. She lost her kite and herself too, as shown in the ad in, so not subtle way. So, she asks a kid (presumably his little brother, flying kite alongside her), to go downstairs, and she herself climbs and jump roofs to reach the cute looking boy. Poor soul, he didn’t even have any dialogues. Okay so this girl unties her hairs (this is the extent to which Indian ads can go πŸ™‚ thankfully), and cut loose boy’s kite. That’s it. Meanwhile, it was also shown that boy has sprinkled himself with a butt-load of Deo.

Strange World Of Man’s Deodorant
Strange World Of Man’s Deodorant

Now, first thing first, why would any man would like to use a Deo, which will smell from two buildings away. Won’t he will be sensible enough to know that it’s the biggest turn off if a man is smelling (doesn’t matter if it’s a pleasant smell) from such a distance. No girl would prefer to go out with a Flower Garden.

Other thing that is puzzling me is, why did she asked the kid to go away and not watch what she was about to do? I mean she didn’t do anything other than to cut the boy’s kite. Maybe she didn’t wanted the kid to learn bad manners. πŸ˜›

One more takeaway from this ad boys, If you will use this Deo, girls will come to you from two blocks away, but as soon as they will reach you, they will destroy something of yours, and will leave immediately. No, they are not going to stay with you to play girlfriend-boyfriend.

As long as these ads are here, I don’t feel the need to switch to any comedy show. πŸ˜›

Now, I am off to buy a Deo for my hubby, would just put a sticky on his back saying, β€œTaken”.

No Running, No Jumping

No Running, No Jumping
No Running, No Jumping

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 β€œNo 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 β€œWhy only one, you have three?” Those who know me well, will say β€œYes, out of your three kids, only one is notorious enough to be considered as a monkey.”

No Running, No Jumping
No Running, No Jumping

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 11th month.

No Running, No Jumping
No Running, No Jumping

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.

No Running, No Jumping
Renne with Papa

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, β€œRenne, No Running, No Jumping”.