B +ve

In the past 20 and odd years of my life, one of the words in English that has become so dear to me is “optimism “. Synonymous to “positive thinking” this word has a charm on its own. It was during my college days that this word became very familiar to me , especially because we were geared up for campus recruitment and corporate interviews. We were expected to develop the so called “Right Attitude” in which optimism played a key role.

Irrespective of whether we understood the substance of such words truly or not, we knew by then, that such words had the magic powers of taking us closer to what we were longing to hear after a campus interview
“ Congrats!!..You’ve made it!!!”

Back then, I was not quite sure how I could fit “optimism” in all spheres of my life. I could only very clearly distinguish every happening in my life as either a “positive one” or a “negative one”. I was not sure how I could apply and associate the concept of optimism with an incident that could bring even a slightly negative impact on my day to day existence.

But as life stretches out and we come face to face with a wide spectrum of varying experiences (both good and bad ones) we learn to tweak our perspective a little so that it will keep us alive and kicking at all times. The vital difference being, we learn that instead of calling an experience “bad” , it only takes the slightest of efforts to call that same experience as one with “less of goodness” in it.

The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious of the rose. -Kahlil Gibran

The rose being rose and the thorn being thorn , optimist gives emphasis to one aspect of it , while the pessimist views it from a different angle. At the end of the day, what is important for us is an attitude that will keep us moving forward at all times. It is here that optimism outweighs pessimism.

However ,these days we have given certain facets of pessimism a glossy finish by calling it “Contingency Management”. This of-course is a necessary devil.

As and when S listens to “Bhagavad Gītā” I get the privilege of over-hearing bits and pieces of it, while my primary job is to dance to the tunes of my the my little honey. Gītā says that there is nothing pleasant or unpleasant in absolute terms ,it is all in our mind and the way we look at things. Although at the outset this seems to be a very revolutionary thought to ingest, on a bit more of scrutiny there does seem to be some truth in this.

From the moment we embark upon our journey of life on this earth, we (our minds) are being constantly fed with ideas about what is good and what is bad. By the time we reach our adult-hood our minds are predisposed to gauge every happening in our life in a certain unique way:
Either as favourable or unfavourable to us.

While favourable incidents can cause mental comfort , unfavourable incidents cause turbulence in our system and disturb our mental equilibrium. That is when optimism comes in handy. When we compare the cause of our disturbance with a relatively much more stressful situation (hypothetical) , our mind automatically gets consoled that what we are currently facing may not be all that painful as it appears.

For instance, when S and I travel by car and get caught in the middle of a nerve-wracking traffic jam we always have two choices before us. We could either curse our stars for the unnecessary waste of fuel in our car or feel happy that at least this way we are forced to spend some time with each other.

But one thing that I find difficult to come to terms with , is that S always thinks both the two options stated above are worth “cursing his stars”!!!!

Me the Blogger!!!!!

It has been a few months since I started blogging and I now want to halt for a moment, take a deep breath and aggregate all my impressions and ideas about bloggers and blogging. I started blogging mainly because I did not know what else to do.

I was inspired by another blogger ,whom I accidentally bumped into, during one of the social gatherings. I did not have even the slightest inkling as to whether “blogging” was my cup of tea . Still I garnered all my courage to start one . Only because , if at all it becomes a “flop show” I can silently slip off into obscurity before anyone could take a notice. Of course I have stumbled upon a lot of web logs with no activity since stone age times.

After posting my first blog, I can still recollect the waves of excitement that pervaded all over me and thousands of butterflies that fluttered by , in my tummy. Somehow I had thought that the moment my post invades the world wide web, I would have thousands of avid readers flocking my blog spot and my comments section throwing a “comments overflow and out of space ” problem.

Little had I realised then, that web-logging world is a world on its own with innumerable versatile creators. I have been completely floored on reading some exceptionally good blogs which have touched unspoken realms of “out-of-the-box” thinking . I might not be able to emulate them all , but I do not intend to make a hasty retreat and hide myself.

I read this quote somewhere:

Well, there are more writers of blogs right now than there are readers, so that's clearly a vanity phenomenon - John Doerr

I do not agree with this at all . Every blogger has his/her own “free-will” to find an expression to his/her views and showcase it to the world. I think web -logging world is a network on its own which crosses all geographic boundaries and people from such varied backgrounds are able to exchange their opinions and ideas. This is so much of an open forum to express one’s thoughts either as short articles, prose, poetry ,pictures ,stories or even paintings.

In some cases I find web logs are more of an outlet of the author’s inner perceptions. In a few other cases they are not exactly a representation of the blogger’s true nature or thoughts , nevertheless in the end the blog turns out to be an interesting piece of read. In my observation the most popular ones are those that are soaked in comedy

Also how true these words are:
Whether your intended audience is large of small, public or private, you now have some extra motivation for writing as frequently and as well as you can. Knowing that someone is reading your side, you will unconsciously seek to express yourself a little more clearly and will likely be anxious to maintain a fairly steady publication schedule.
Rebecca Blood

I thank all those of you who have been giving me your encouragement and support to pursue this interest of mine .

I Promise!!!!

Cheers to a New Year and another chance for us to get it right.
- Oprah Winfrey

Just about a month to go before another new year unfolds and here I was trying to jot down my new year resolutions. I was so much in a contemplative mood trying to do a thorough introspection, that “S” looked up at me incredulously .Reason being it was very atypical of me to get engrossed in such reclusive activities. Not able to resist his urge to barge into my thought process he asked me “What are you up to now?”.

I have been having a nagging feeling of restlessness within me of late, that my day to day life is more and more self-centred. From the moment I wake up to the time I hit the bed, all my thoughts and actions are focused either around my immediate family or myself. It is the monotony of the same old routine that repeats itself day after day.

“S” couldn't help but say “Oh God are you saying we need to swap roles?”. .Please spare me for heaven’s sake”. I could clearly make out from his horror-stricken voice that he dreaded even the thought of having to play mom’s role for our 21 months old sweetheart. He always thinks Dads are the blessed souls.

However that was not even close to what I had in my mind. I was more concerned about what is it that I was contributing to the world to make it a wee bit better place to live in. Given the restrictions that I have to attend to my full time employer( my daughter) and cannot spend too much time outside of my house, I had to come up with some ideas that are viable . These were a few thoughts that gushed into my mind:

1) Try and be prompt in disposing off my unused and old clothes to charities on a more regular basis

2) Try and set up a bird house in summer in my patio

3) Try and save 20p per day every day and donate the accrued amount to an orphanage, at the end of the year. Please do not ask me how I arrived at the 20p figure. The intention was to keep it at a minimum so one does not feel the pinch of it.Also to make it a regular feature of everyday life, so that I can be grateful for whatever the great God has given to me and not whinge about a few trivial problems in life.

4) Try and be regular in calling up my relatives and friends and giving them a little praise for their adorable qualities.

5) Try and add a few plants to my front yard .

6) Try and use the recycling bin more often.

7) Pray for 5 minutes daily to the Almighty for the welfare of this world.

8) Try and feed the ducks in the lakes now and then with left over bread.

After noting down all these in a piece of paper, I showed my list to “S” who was in our kitchen gulping water. When he finished reading I could see tears in his eyes .

During a quieter moment later on the same day, I asked him with all earnestness which was the point in the list that moved him a lot and caused his tears.

He gave me a startled look and said “Err…when you came into the kitchen with your list on paper, I guess you failed to notice the chopping board with cut pieces of onions near me ….you know my eyes are too sensitive to these onions…”.

GOD SAVE US.

Masala Masala

The chairs were arranged in a linear fashion with so much of orderliness. People had started occupying them here and there in a scattered manner. "S"and I filled two of the seats and I kept gazing at what was in front of us with my eyes wide opened .It took a while to sink into me that we had finally made it here . "S" and I had a feeling of having taken the pains of crossing seven seas and seven mountains similar to those narrated in fairy tales to reach this place in time. It was nearly after two years that we were able to make it to this .Yipeeeeeeeeee.. finally we were in a cinema theatre to watch a movie.I can hear you say " so much of a build-up for such a simple thing?". Well, my answer is ..come and meet me after you have a baby and I bet you would call this a herculean task.

Our patience was tried for the first half an hour with the screening of crazy advertisements and trailers which seemed to continue for eternity. Finally we were able to hear the title song of the movie for which we had purchased the tickets. We were transformed to a world that existed 30 years back. Hold on!!!!..we were not watching a movie of yesteryear but one of the most recent ones, the Hindi movie "Om Shanti Om". There was my favourite hero ShahRukh khan on the screen in his best form and for the first time I regretted for having lead a futile life not even knowing how to whistle. Then came the introduction of the heroine. I was utterly gobsmacked and wondered if such flawless beauties existed even in these modern times. Of course I was constantly sussing out the reactions of "S" to the introduction of the heroine. He was putting up a bland face concealing his true response perhaps to put me at ease(or so I thought).The bucket of popcorn that we had purchased outside , slowly and steadily had found its way into our tummies already.

The first half of the movie was shot in an ambiance of the late 70s. The atmosphere in the movie was brought out with so much of perfection and with a tinge of corny comedy which is so very characteristic of Farah Khan , the director . We could easily relate the memorable events of the 70s. ShahRukh was the protagonist and his acting reassured that his stardom was a well deserved one. Nevertheless one should not question the credibility of the story. The story revolved around death ,re-incarnation and retaliation.It has the recipe for a successful movie with correct proportions of romance, action, horror, thrill ,action etc etc. But this movie lacks in depth and intensity. We are somehow not able to empathise with the characters regardless of how well the actors emote.

This movie is an entertainer and I earnestly request you to shun your reasoning capability and rationalism if you intend to watch this movie.After a solid three hours the movie ended with the appearance of the technicians and the backstage heroes on the screen . This is something that I attribute to the directorial touch of Farah who is consistently making an attempt to bring these unnoticed artists to limelight.

As soon as we came out of the theatre , I beamed with pride and commented to "S".."See ,my selection has never gone wrong..truly a great movie!!!!". "S" only smiled and replied "If you are happy , I am ". What am I to infer from this statement?.

Baby's Day Out

To begin with, for my own convenience I shall refer to my husband as "S" henceforth. The first Sunday of last month dawned with an air of surprise for me. "S" bounced up from his bed and cried "Lets all go to Wembley today ". I doubted the intention of his declaration as I have known him to be an ardent lover of his laptop during the weekends .He, on a ideal weekend would prefer to be glued to his laptop as it is one poor thing that could serve him ceaselessly the whole day and match with his seemingly endless reserves of energy levels.

Trying to figure out the credibility of his plan , I muttered "Is Wembley not within London?? .Why this sudden interest for you to visit the place???"... One word that he uttered made me speechless and it was "Chennai Dosa". We live outside London and South Indian cuisines are not in our vicinity.Within the next 40 mins time we were in Wembley car park near Chennai Dosa. I was peeping out of the car window like a "child in a candy shop" from the moment our car set its wheels into Wembley .I was genuinely baffled as to whether I had boarded a flight and disembarked in India already.I had a "peep show" of all kinds of shops starting from jewellery shops to designer wear saree shops.

We spent a solid 1 hour in Chennai Dosa and I bet we had tried every other item listed in the menu .The look on the waiter's face made it evident that he thought that we were starved refugees from areas hit by famine. To add fuel to the burning fire , "S" said "After tasting the food you cook anything else tastes like "ambrosia". If only I had a magic wand like "Harry Potter", I would have converted "S" into a "plate of pulao" that was three days old. Our bellies were "house full" and unable to stuff in any more food we made our exit out of "Chennai Dosa" and started walking towards the chain of Indian shops.

"S" naively (not aware of the implications) offered to take charge of the pram with our little one in it ,while my Mother In Law and I went shopping. We set our foot into every "chota mota" shop that had a name board . I was in cloud nine when I managed to get a "gaagra choli" for my 20 months old baby girl. It was meant to be her attire for the impending Diwali(remember this is an one month old flash back) . I imagined her to be like "Aishwarya Rai" in that choli and all her boy friends queuing up before our home to get a glimpse of her. My "daydreaming" was interrupted by my daughter's father who screamed " I cant imagine it took one hour for you to select that one metre piece of cloth". Now you know why men are deemed so different from women.

Then came the handbag shop, saree shop ,jewellery shop and what not , with a touch of Indian designs and tastes. We ventured into each one of them and "S's" purse was put to best and maximum use that it looked a little worn out by the end of the day.Before I realised , it was time for the sun to set. "S"was drained of his patience levels (thanks to our extremely co-operative off spring) and one look on his face , I understood it was time to leave. Half hearted, I boarded into our car. This trip had stirred up a feeling of nostalgia in me and I kept thinking about the days when I used to go for shopping with my family in India.

It suddenly struck to me that how lucky we are!!!..We are in this foreign land fully reaping the benefits of the opulence, advancement and the development of this country and at the same time enjoying the richness of our Indian way of life which can never be complete without the unparalleled Indian food and Indian costumes.As "S" often puts it "We have the best of both worlds".

Of course , it would not be fair to end this blog without mentioning this. Since that trip "S" has never ever offered to drive us again to Wembley . He is still in the clutches of "post traumatic stress" of going for a shopping with " TWO WOMEN" and "an adorable elf".

"Out-Of-the-World" Experience

I was stranded in the middle of no-where not having a clue of what is to befall upon me. My heart was pounding at a speed greater than those witnessed in formula-racing. I had a feeling that my body had released all the adrenaline that it could possibly let go of. All I could see around me was an arid land with mounds of sand. The sweeping sound of the wind was becoming weaker in its decibel levels as it was being overpowered slowly by some inexplicable sound that I had never heard of before. I could see a flying saucer land very close to me. Off came an “imp” out of it and embraced me with its abominable limbs. I cried out loud due to excruciating pain.

“Oh not again” exclaimed my husband. I have had a dream .An “afternoon-mare” perhaps as I was in the mid of my afternoon nap on a weekend. My screaming in the mid of my sleep has become so much of a regular feature these days that my husband pays more attention to the undecipherable rattling noise of my little one rather than listening to my “dream world “ stories. Well, my curiosity about the UFOs (Unidentified Flying Objects as they are often talked about) has been the root cause for all this. I have always wondered if there are “living creatures” fondly (??!!!) recognized as aliens , thriving in worlds other than ours. If that is true how would they look, how would they communicate and would they in reality be as weird as they are being depicted in novels and movies?. Would they hear using their nostrils and breathe using their ears?.

Hindu mythology always talks about the co-existence of innumerable galaxies and life-forms. I wonder if this is just mythology or if it has any correlation with the reality. Although there have been quite a few sightings of these abnormal objects across the globe, most of the times they have been dismissed grossly as hallucinations, hoax or an “attention grabbing” attempts to hit the headlines of the newspapers. Even NASA has been very secretive about revealing what it knows. To this day, we are not able to arrive at a concrete conclusion about this supernatural phenomenon. It is my opinion that the politicians have a great role to play in deliberately attempting not to disclose the information related to this.

Isn’t it time we start digging into the authenticity of these UFO claims with a greater degree of neutrality and openly debate and discuss about them. Although the “fear of the unknown” may cause an initial unrest among the masses, is it not a good idea to get to grips with the concept of parallel existence of life-forms?. Just like how we take up study on stars and other planets, we need to consider UFOs and aliens as another ocean where we need to set out foot for unravelling the mystery.

Not to mention, during the early days of the wedding, how the partners appear as weird as aliens to each other. But as we move on, we learn to disentangle the mystery of decoding each others idiosyncrasies. Perhaps decoding the UFOs and original aliens would be a “cake walk” when compared to this .

Before I say adios ..if you are wondering what the picture in the beginning of this post has got to say..here is the answer to it:

Q. What is an alien’s favorite place to hang out?

A. The Spacebar

My Husband and His Extra Marital Affair

One fine morning my husband was in a pensive mood not paying attention to my non stop nonsense of chattering. I actually sensed something was brewing up in the background as for the past few days he seemed to slip off into deep thoughts too frequently .

Not able to resist my curiosity anymore I asked what the matter was. As though he was just waiting for this one question from me, he started pouring his heart about "Gita". He said had he known of "Gita" earlier itself,his entire life would have been so wonderful and happy and that "Gita" would have supported him at all times of his difficulties.

Tears started rolling down my eyes.All this while I was thinking of myself as an epitome of a "pativrita" wife and little did I know that my husband had been longing for Gita.

But who is this Gita???.

My husband burst out in laughter on seeing my tears and explained to me that it was "Bhagavad Gita" that he had been talking about. For a moment there was a sigh of relief from me..but immediately I fell into the hands of insecurity not knowing what made him interested in Bhagavad Gita .I had been having this impression that Bhagavad Gita was meant for people who are either unsatisfied with their life not knowing what to do next,or for old people who are waiting for their exit from this world.

My hubby offered me no further explanation..but handed over a few CDs titled "lectures of Swami Paramarthananda on Bhagavad Gita" and asked me to try my luck with those. It has been over a month now since I started listening to these lectures and my opinion of this great work has changed completely.

I now truly understand why this discourse has transcended beyond time.It is a great guide to the "perfect mental make up" and "positive way of life" that would help us in the journey of our life . It challenges the concept of fatalistic attitude and myths that life is nothing but a series of events where we meekly succumb to destiny . It gives a step by step guidance to the development of optimistic attitude . It demystifies the key to a contented life.

The backdrop of the Mahabharatha war and the state of confusion that Arjuna was when this discourse was delivered directly map to the challenges we face in our daily lives(which itself is a battle in its own way) and the dilemma that we face in taking our day to day decisions. These days we have so many options offered to us in a golden platter that we are having to constantly struggle to arrive at the "right" decision.This convinced me of the fact that Gita's study should be pursued in the early part of lives to equip ourselves for a mentally healthy life and not when we are at our end feeling exhausted after an eventful 70 years.

I could find a striking similarity between the talks of motivational speaker Anthony Robbins (who has turned the world upside down with his ideas) and the preachings of Bhagavad Gita. Perhaps not exploring the complete potential of these great works we are re-inventing the wheel over and over again.

These days I am happy for my husband to continue his love for Gita and devote his time for "her" .After all such extra marital affairs do more good than harm :-)

Hubby jaan

Nothing astonishes people so much as common sense and plain dealing.

Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) U.S. poet, essayist and lecturer.

How true these words are!!!..In an era empowered by information overloading and jargon busters, sheer common sense seems to be very rare..however I should not complain of this as I have a personification of common sense with me all the time..yes you guessed it right ..it is my hubby jaan(perhaps jaanvar).

While I go through loads and loads of books and websites to familiarise myself with anything new , starting from learning parenting techniques to solving a scripting problem at office , my husband always arrives at the goal post with a much simpler solution and much earlier than me. All he says he needed for this was "an iota of common sense".

A classic example was when I tried to follow the "positive parenting technique" recommended by most books these days and kept on uttering "good job good job" to my 19 months old toddler girl for what ever silly she did. My husband who had been observing this for a while kept warning me that it did not seem to be a pragmatic approach for a "sensible upbringing" of a kid. As usual I never paid heed to his words as I thought this was not his "domain" .To me..this was further reinforced by the fact that he had never ever browsed through any paper or electronic materials about parenting (let alone positive parenting).

However it did not take too long for the truth to dawn upon me. My positive parenting had gone to such heights that I had to scream "good job good job" on the top of my voice for 15 continuous minutes for my daughter to even attend to nature's call on her potty.

It was then that I realised that , as kids we never had this "falsely positive " environment. In fact we were brought up with the strength to face all realities of life and deal with issues and not assume as though they never existed. It was this strength that helped us in adapting to a country which is so different and complex in terms of culture,language,ethnicity and what not. I understood I had to impart to my daughter the resilience needed to bounce back from any adversity rather than trying to project life as a "bed of roses" to her.Appreciation and recognition in excess could lead to bloating up of her false ego and could cause her more harm than good. I now want her to identify the "real her" in her ..feel happy about her positive points and be courageous enough to accept her weaknesses, address them and convert them into areas of improvement.

Once again I knew my husband had arrived at the goal post much earlier than me only to find me staggering behind with a "foolish and apologetic" look on my face .Well better late than never :-)

Peer Pressure - Oops not so soon!!!!

I was talking to a friend of mine about her schedule next week and she goes.."Mad academy on Monday, tumble tots on Tuesday, Jo Jingles on Friday"

"wow" I replied asking her "you are so busy ...are these some classes that you are attending??"..

She goes" no no..these are the classes that my 1 year old little one attends ".

I just did not know what to reply...anyway she did not seem to be waiting for a reply from me and she goes" you see all these are very important for the "personality development", "inter-personal communication" , "musical skills development" blah blah blah.....of the baby"

I was happy that she did not forget that her little one was still a "baby" . All this she said are meant to prepare the baby for her pre-school.

It seems madness to me that this goes on in cycles. Few years back we never had the concept of pre-school..then pre-schools emerged from no-where as preparatory sessions for schools. Now I understand that there are hundred and one classes that prepare the babies for pre-school. Not to mention the charge of at least £5 per session per baby.

I also never fail to notice the levels of expectations that we have on our kids and we always demand the best out of our kids no matter what..but realistically are our kids able to cope up with all this??...are parents ever willing to accept that each kid is different and develops at a different pace and there are no strict benchmarks at least until they reach a certain age????.....

well I don't know and anyway I have no time to ponder on this as I am leaving to book my 19 months old daughter into "jo jingles" class :-)..that is peer pressure you see :-)

Bharathanatyam and "www"

Bharathanatyam needs no introduction to the people who hail from the land of "Vedic Culture".It is one of the oldest art forms and preserved with its purity ,the art has been handed down to us as a living tradition by our previous generations.

While I was browsing for some article about the theoretical aspect of this art form on the internet..I did come across a site that said "learning Bharathanatyam online".I could not believe my own eyes for a moment. This site had "algorithmic" instructions embedded in it on how to perform dancing , starting from the first step of Bharathanatyam .While I do appreciate the earnest efforts of the creator of that site to spread this ancient art as wide as possible, I have my own apprehensions about what impacts this is going to cause to the originality and purity of Bharathanatyam .

Bharatanatyam has its wide range of movements and postures and a balanced melange of the rhythmic and mimetic aspects and is often referred to as Natya Shastra. To this day it has been taught in a formal environment known as "Guru - Sishya" environment.It is so much of an intricate art form that it needs a visual, methodical , systematic and a long term commitment both from the student and the teacher to imbibe it into our system.

Mere words and pencil sketching cannot bring out all the dimensions of this great dance form and this opens up innumerable avenues for mis-interpretation and hence could result in something else which is "similar" to Bharathanatyam but not "Bharathanatyam" itself.

There has been a specific reason for the way Bharathanatyam and other Indian art forms have been taught in a formal environment as our culture does not accept anything less than "PERFECTION".


It would be a great injustice if this art is distorted from its pure form and I earnestly request that we(our generation) , in our quest for blending the technology with art forms should not become the perpetrators of this .

Home Maker

I can't help but notice the word "Home Maker" being used instead of "House Wife" these days..I should admit that this gives a new perspective to the way married women a who stay at home are viewed ...I was one of the "founding members of women's lib(??) association of this century ) during my early years (not that I am in my sixties now ). I always had the idea that women were born to achieve..."achievement" to me was to climb up the corporate ladder in a pace unforeseeable .I had a lot of hyper-successful people around me even as I grew up. I assumed that family , husband, kids would go on in an auto-pilot mode . I would attribute this more to the outlook of the outside world these days with the emphasis laid more and more on the financial and material aspects of life.

Marriage turned everything upside down (thanks to my husband) and I realised that women are distinct NOT because of their ability to become over night "Vice Presidents" but the completeness that they bring to the family. It is the women (in my opinion ) who are genetically programmed to bring(perhaps shower!!!) the "warmth" to her kid ..Husbands are truly great supporters but can never play the lead role in a family in creating the bond and keeping it intact with its natural fragrance .I have quit my job to take care of my toddler girl and am enjoying completely whatever this phase of my life has to offer me . I can now truly appreciate the phrase "Home Maker" and that there is nothing "uncomfortable" in calling ourselves so.

I will definitely return back to work after a few years once my daughter is able to manage(fully/partly) on her own..only with a slight difference ..The urgency to make it to the top of the organisation in the shortest possible span of time would have faded away and I would enjoy my slow and steady professional journey together with the satisfaction of contributing to my family as a "woman".

Hiya !!!!

hi all,

I have never ever had the intention of blogging before but I am now here just to figure out whether it is really interesting to do one or if it is just a mere hype !!!!!!!!!. I have no idea of what to begin with and where to start from..anyways guess something should pop out of my mind whenever I intend to post something new :-)

I am no extraordinary person with a never ending list of achievements ..I rate myself as a happy wife , mom of a cute little girl who happens to be my 24*7 employer at the moment. I have had my fair share of training in Bharathanatyam and Software Engineering (though currently both seem to be "memories of the past".)

I am here to share with you my thoughts, just write about literally anything sane and inherit a feeling of satisfaction that I am in touch with the rest of the world :-).

Please feel free to leave your impressions as comments and enlighten me with anything that you feel is worthwhile sharing .


take care,
itz me!!!