August’s Misses And Kisses

After several friendly nudges from JMS & G3, my friends from US, I began writing “Dear Diary: Misses and Kisses” from January 2009, sort of a monthly summary of all the tides and ebbs. Now that I am a blogger,  the caption has evolved slightly but the concept remains the same…..

Kisses:

  • Starting the blog of course is the first kiss of the month. It took several tries polls to even get the ‘title of the blog’ right. Thanks to my friends JMS, Cami and AT for their time and input, without which, it may have taken longer for me to decide on the very many choices.
  • Making amends is another special kiss of the month. I stupidly allowed ‘egotitis’ to ferment and fester since mid-2008 and generously passed on so much bitterness that it is a miracle that my friends stuck with me. This month, I dared to pick up the phone and make an attempt and now I am happy that the bitterness has ‘pooofffed’.
  • Re-connecting with some young friends is a bonus kiss of this month. Ammu was a pre-schooler and Unni was about five or so when I last saw them and now I am amazed at their willingness to discuss volunteering opportunities…and that too in Africa. Goodness gracious, at their age I was still into TinTin and Famous Five.!! I am also deeply touched by Kavi’s humility as well as Saggee’s sagacity.
  • Preparing for my son’s university life pretty much rounded up the month. Accepting my new freedom, trying new hobbies and keeping good spirits while still encouraging /supporting him to accept his new freedom, try his new hobbies and keep positive, is a fulfilling feeling that words cannot explain. An evening spent talking (by the lake) with him will stay with me forever.
  • Last kiss is finding a good mechanic and a tow-truck driver (all within minutes from my home) who charge very, very, very reasonable price for their services. Believe me when I stress on the ‘very’ as I have shelled out thrice as much for half the service before and with ‘Farmers Almanac’ predicting numbing coldness this winter, I’d never know when I may need them again.

So a big smocccccchhhhh for all these blessings!!

Misses:

  • My household budget went wild: had to replace fridge, exhaust pipes (for my car) and some pricey, unimportant sounding car parts such as ‘struts’…what is that..?? I might be able to even buy a lovely peacock with a ‘grand strut’ for that kind of money and I might even learn to ride one, but parking a peacock in downtown…?  Ummm….maybe not a good idea…??
  • Also the Irish Moors and Castles may have to do more penance before I can grace them with my ‘royal’ presence.
  • And lastly, who stole my summer ..???

Apology Time

To all three B’s:

In one of my earlier post, I wrote:

For years he had been talking about this momentous, upcoming event and now nary a word from him nor his family.

It now appears that ‘nary a word’ is incorrect in this issue. Apparently ‘Papa B’ had sent an e-invite to my office-id which got blocked by the firewall. His helpful siblings provided me with some details and I sent e-wishes for which ‘Baby B’ has replied which was also crushed by the firewall. Not knowing this I implied in my post that they were not thoughtful and for that my apologies are due.

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New Beginnings…

This is a special post wish for all my young friends (GK, Di, PK, Kavi, Sid, San, Dr. Malli Jr, Saggee, Arj Jr,  Santhi, Unni and Ammu and many more who are all embarking on yet another wonderful year of academic accomplishments..

Your Dimension Of Greatness

No one can know the potential,
Of a life that is committed to win;
With courage – the challenge it faces,
To achieve great success in the end!
So, explore the Dimension of Greatness,
And believe that the world CAN be won;
By a mind that is fully committed,
KNOWING the task can be done!
Your world has no place for the skeptic,
No room for the DOUBTER to stand;
To weaken your firm resolution
That you CAN EXCEL in this land!
We must have VISION TO SEE our potential,
And FAITH TO BELIEVE that we can;
Then COURAGE TO ACT with conviction,
To become what GOD MEANT us to be!
So, possess the strength and the courage,
To conquer WHATEVER you choose;
It’s the person WHO NEVER GETS STARTED,
That is destined FOREVER to lose!

~ Author Unknown ~

“Good Luck and God Bless You All Abundantly”…..keep on keeping on and I’ll be here every step of your way doing this…………..
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Teddy, my HERO: part 2

After watching the wonderful and very fitting wake, eulogies, mass of resurrection and funeral yesterday, I thought it apt to bid farewell to my HERO today. I am still in such awe that words fail me…

But I promised a more detailed post on why Teddy is my HERO!!

So, who is a HERO..?? Merriam Webster states:

Main Entry: he•ro
Etymology: Latin heros, from Greek hērōs
Date: 14th century

1 a : a mythological or legendary figure often of divine descent endowed with great strength or ability b : an illustrious warrior c : a man admired for his achievements and noble qualities d : one that shows great courage
2 a : the principal male character in a literary or dramatic work b : the central figure in an event, period, or movement
3 : an object of extreme admiration and devotion

Edward Moore Kennedy breathed substantial meaning to these ‘meanings’ and the United States of America bears witness to more than 300 bills that he and his staff wrote that were enacted into laws in the field of immigration, cancer research, health insurance, apartheid, disability discrimination, AIDS care, civil rights, mental health benefits, children’s health insurance, education and volunteering.

But you don’t live in USA…, you ask? Yes, I don’t and none of these laws will apply to me. So, why is he my HERO…?

From him his lifestory, I learnt what it means to be a devoted parent, what it means to be a loyal relative, what it means to be a loving friend and above all what it means to be a caring, compassionate human being.

He had three children and he walked through burning coal for them. Yes, all three were touched by cancer and he was there holding their hands and encouraging them to beat it, which they all did !!!

  • His oldest son Ted Kennedy Jr was diagnosed with a form of bone cancer and lost a leg to it when he was just 12 years old and my HERO was there helping his son every step of the way to recovery.
  • His only daughter Kara Kennedy was diagnosed with an inoperable cancer of the lung and my HERO “ feverishly immersed himself in the subject of his daughter’s cancer, and ultimately found a Boston surgeon who operated on her. Five years later, she is cancer-free and runs 5 miles a day”-Boston Globe
  • His youngest son Patrick Kennedy had a noncancerous tumor removed from his spine in 1988 and my HERO was there helping him recover.
  • Now all parents like me would agree how utterly devastating each of these incidents must have been for my HERO. And all of these were on top of the other ‘cursed’ tragedies he endured all through his life in his family. Yet, he found the time, he found the dedication, he found the devotion, he found the tender loving care, he found the courage and above all he roared dared to speak up for other people more challenged, more hurting, more needy, more wronged, more lost, more forgotten and more ignored in his life time.

    Teddy, you are my HERO because you inspire me, you motivate me, you console me, you kindle me, you encourage me and above all you make me realise that a HERO is not a perfect person, but a HERO is very much a ‘people person’ !!!

    Clay anyone: part 2

    Remember the “lovely lillies’ and ‘pretty pansies’ I shared earlier…well my new guest was so impressed with it all that he decided to help himself to an all ‘you can eat buffett’ resulting in this sorry plight:the greedy fella did not even spare the plant…….
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    Thankfully, my new pest guest, hasn’t mastered his ballet lessons yet and cannot toe-dance nor ‘pirouette’ ha ha ha ha ha ha ……..leaving me with this from my backyard IMG_0670

    and this from my front yard…….
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    My living room and my guest as of this morning……! Suck on it little fella, better luck next time…..!

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    update: The tall flowers are gladiolus and the white-pink ones are called pee-gee hydrangea.

    Thanks “Honey-Bunch”…

    I am blessed: with each friendship I not only gain a friend, but also gain an entire family. I revel in their successes and joys, I ache in their miscomings and pains. Since June 2008 I lost a friendship to ‘Egotitis’, and I realised the full extent of the pain when I saw some pictures of a recent joyful occassion in his family. For years he had been talking about this momentous, upcoming event and now nary a word from him nor his family. Not that I blame him, but it did hurt a lot.

    And then, this morning I woke to an email from the apple of his eyes, his child, apologising for the ‘gap’, and I have this to say to her, “I don’t know what your father told you honey-bunch, but you have made my day and thanks a lot for reminding me that….”.

    When a friend calls to me from the road
    And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
    I don’t stand still and look around
    On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
    And shout from where I am, What is it?
    No, not as there is a time to talk.
    I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
    Blade-end up and five feet tall,
    And plod: I go up to the stone wall
    For a friendly visit.-  ROBERT FROST

    Coffee musings….

    I admit I’m an unashamed coffeee lover. Most mornings eventhough I crave for a cuppa and manage to brew a fresh pot, I have no time to sit and enjoy one. Often times, monday morning coffee at my office-desk is the first whole cuppa since friday, that I enjoy without zapping and re-zapping ewww…..indeed!

    Today, I was determined to have my cuppa at home and even got up earlier that usual. But as I took a sip my eyes fell on the wall clock and I realised with dismay that I only had few minutes to run to the bus-stop (my son needed my car and that meant a bus ride to the GO station for me, ummmmmmmm the sacrifices a parent makes..). Anyway, almost scalding my tongue I barely tasted few sips of the coffee and ran to the bus-stop.

    I transitioned easily from the bus onto the GO-train-car with no coffee on my mind, seated myself in a window seat and closed my eyes, when suddenly coffee hit my senses full fledged. It was so compelling that my eyes automatically flew open and saw a beautiful, senior couple with their laptops, lunch bags, blackberries and yummy smelling coffee in their very large travel mugs sit opposite to each other (the man besides me and the wife opposite to him).They proceeded to take micro-sips at their coffee while co-ordinating each other schedules on their respective blackberries. My coffee-craving mind got to know when he is due for a root canal, when she is having a ‘girl’s night out’ at their home and which one he dreaded most!! They teased each other while sipping at their coffee (which kept teasing my olfactory senses) and I had a flashback to the 1980’s when my parents arranged my marriage.

    A good friend from those days (whose parents were also looking for a suitable spouse for him) asked me if I had any expectation of an ‘arranged-spouse’ and if I could give him any advice. In my naivety I recall telling him, ‘Equality, my friend, equality: I guarantee a freshly brewed pot of coffee if my spouse comes home later than me just as I would expect when I come home late’. ‘What about cooking?’, my friend probed further. Without missing a beat I said, ‘Three days of cooking each and eating out the odd day’, I replied with a grin.

    Fast forward twenty years, I still walk home to a freshly brewed coffee and I only cook three days in a week. Courtesy: Programmable coffee-maker, zapper and sans spouse.