Motherhood - Pregnancy

The joy of being mother cannot be explained nor it can be described. It is something you have to be one to understand. Even the fathers cannot understand. You get up in the morning and you see the face makes you alive.
This feeling started when i first saw my son as a foetus as early as seven weeks. The most amazing thing which i did not was that one can hear the heartbeat. It is simply music to the ears. Whatever type of music you love, nothing compares to that sound. I remember crying when i saw and heard my son fir the first time.
Before that i was not sure as we were not planning and it just happened. The whole ultrasound made me believe that is it is real and i am going to be a mom. I just wished my husband to be there when i saw my son for the first time. He did see the ultrasound after few days in a cd.
It just feels like it happened yesterday. Those months of morning sickness. Being homesick and my husband tolerating those mood swings.
First month went just like that without my knowledge. We went to Florida for the holidays. Rode roller coasters and ate all kind of stuff. The only thing was bothering why i am not having those days. As i am irregular and was having trouble so i never gave any thought that i may be pregnant. It was december.
In january my conditioned worsened. I was not able to eat anything and was vomiting all the time. I had a pain in lower abdomen which was bothering me very much as it was new kind of pain.
Then i went to the doctor for checkup and he suggested that maybe i may be pregnant. I thought it is not possible as we were not planning. Anyways he suggested a blood test and hey I am positive. Oh dear!!!!!! i am pregnant and for two months. wow

Technology wonder

One day, in line at the company cafeteria, Jim says to Mike behind him, "My
elbow hurts like hell. I guess I'd better see a doctor."


"Listen, you don't have to spend that kind of money," Mike replies.
"There's a diagnostic computer down at Wal-Mart. Just give it a urine
sample and the computer will tell you what's wrong and what to do about it.

It takes ten seconds and costs ten dollars . . A lot cheaper than a
doctor."

So, Jim deposits a urine sample in a small jar and takes it to Wal-Mart.

He deposits ten dollars, and the computer lights up and asks for the urine
sample. He pours the sample into the slot and waits.

Ten seconds later, the computer ejects a printout:

"You have tennis elbow. Soak your arm in warm water and avoid heavy
activity. It will improve in two weeks. Thank you for shopping @ Wal-Mart."

That evening, while thinking how amazing this new technology was, Jim began
wondering if the computer could be fooled.

He mixed some tap water, a stool sample from his dog, urine samples from
his wife and daughter, and a sperm sample for good measure.

Jim hurries back to Wal-Mart, eager to check the results He deposits ten
dollars, pours in his concoction, and awaits the results.

The computer prints the following:
1. Your tap water is too hard. Get a water softener. (Aisle 9)
2. Your dog has ringworm. Bathe him with anti-fungal shampoo.(Aisle 7)
3. Your daughter has a cocaine habit. Get her into rehab.
4. Your wife is pregnant. Twins. They aren't yours. Get a lawyer.
5. If you don't stop playing with yourself, your elbow will never get
better!

Thank you for shopping @ Wal-Mart

Real life Story of inspiration

STORY NUMBER ONE

Many years ago, Al Capone virtually owned Chicago.
Capone wasn't famous for anything heroic. He was notorious for enmeshing the windy city in everything from bootlegged booze and prostitution to murder.

Capone had a lawyer nicknamed 'Easy Eddie.'
He was Capone's lawyer for a good reason.
Eddie was very good! In fact, Eddie's skill at legal maneuvering kept Big Al out of jail for a long time.

To show his appreciation, Capone paid him very well.
Not only was the money big, but Eddie got special dividends, as well. For instance, he and his family occupied a fenced-in mansion with live-in help and all of the conveniences of the day. The estate was so large that it filled an entire Chicago City block.

Eddie lived the high life of the Chicago mob and gave little consideration to the atrocity that went on around him.

Eddie did have one soft spot, however. He had a son that he loved dearly. Eddie saw to it that his young son had clothes, cars, and a good education. Nothing was withheld. Price was no object.

And, despite his involvement with organized crime, Eddie even tried to teach him right from wrong. Eddie wanted his son to be a better man than he was.

Yet, with all his wealth and influence, there were two things he couldn't give his son; he couldn't pass on a good name or a good example

One day, Easy Eddie reached a difficult decision. Easy Eddie wanted to rectify wrongs he had done.

He decided he would go to the authorities and tell the truth about Al 'Scarface' Capone, clean up his tarnished name, and offer his son some semblance of integrity. To do this, he would have to testify against The Mob, and he knew that the cost would be great. So, he testified.

Within the year, Easy Eddie's life ended in a blaze of gunfire on a lonely Chicago Street. But in his eyes, he had given his son the greatest gift he had to offer, at the greatest price he could ever pay. Police removed from his pockets a rosary, a crucifix, a religious medallion, and a poem clipped from a magazine.

The poem read:

'The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will.
Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.'

STORY NUMBER TWO

World War II produced many heroes. One such man was Lieutenant Commander Butch O'Hare.

He was a fighter pilot assigned to the aircraft carrier Lexington in the South Pacific.

One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission. After he was airborne, he looked at his fuel gauge and realized that someone had forgotten to top off his fuel tank.

He would not have enough fuel to complete his mission and get back to his ship.

His flight leader told him to return to the carrier. Reluctantly, he dropped out of formation and headed back to the fleet.

As he was returning to the mother ship, he saw something that turned his blood cold; a squadron of Japanese aircraft was speeding its way toward the American fleet.

The American fighters were gone on a sortie, and the fleet was all but defenseless. He couldn't reach his squadron and bring them back in time to save the fleet. Nor could he warn the fleet of the approaching danger. There was only one thing to do.
He must somehow divert them from the fleet.

Laying aside all thoughts of personal safety, he dove into the formation of Japanese planes. Wing-mounted 50 caliber's blazed as he charged in, attacking one surprised enemy plane and then another. Butch wove in and out of the now broken formation and fired at as many planes as possible until all his ammunition was finally spent.

Undaunted, he continued the assault. He dove at the planes, trying to clip a wing or tail in hopes of damaging as many enemy planes as possible, rendering them unfit to fly.

Finally, the exasperated Japanese squadron took off in another direction.

Deeply relieved, Butch O'Hare and his tattered fighter limped back to the carrier.

Upon arrival, he reported in and related the event surrounding his return. The film from the gun-camera mounted on his plane told the tale... It showed the extent of Butch's daring attempt to protect his fleet.. He had, in fact, destroyed five enemy aircraft.
This took place on February 20, 1942, and for that action Butch became the Navy's first Ace of W..W.II, and the first Naval Aviator to win the Congressional Medal of Honor.

A year later Butch was killed in aerial combat at the age of 29.
His home town would not allow the memory of this WW II hero to fade, and today, O'Hare Airport in Chicago is named in tribute to the courage of this great man.

So, the next time you find yourself at O'Hare International, give some thought to visiting Butch's memorial displaying his statue and his Medal of Honor. It's located between Terminals 1 and 2.

SO WHAT DO THESE TWO STORIES HAVE TO DO WITH EACH OTHER?

Butch O'Hare was 'Easy Eddie's' son

Time

'The clock of life is wound but once,
and no man has the power to tell just
when the hands will stop, at late or early hour.
Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with a will.
Place no faith in time.
For the clock may soon be still.'

Election 2009

Bhay Ho!

bhay ho.. bhay ho..
phir bhi jai ho..
aaja aaja voter is jhanse ke tale...
aaja aaja jhute muthe wade ke tale..

bhay ho.. bhook ho

Ratti ratti karke hamane jaan gawai hai..
Bhooke pet jaag jaag raat bitai hai..
mandi ki maar main naukri ganwa di
gin gin wade hamane zindagi bita di..
mandi ho.. atank ho.. mehangai ko ....
phir bhi jai ho...


Yeh sab sirf Indian political campaigning main hi ho sakta hai... needless to say, media toh pagal ho hi chuka hai... I love India a lot!

Jaane Tu....ya jaane na

When the film was released I was busy packing my stuff to fly. So, i was not able to catch with the reviews of the critics. But, I know the film should be good as Aamir Khan and Abbas Tyrewala are behind it.

After Settling down in USA, I catched the film in the net. Intially, I have seen the promos and deducted that it will be about college romance and poor guy rich girl story with twist. Yes, it is a love story no doubt, but, its a love story.
Well, in the past it was parents and zamaana which kept them apart. But that story's kind of been done to death (no pun intended).
With DDLJ we moved to the 'must win parents over', only then.

With Dil Chahta Hai the parents became irrelevant and it was only the two individuals figuring out what they wanted for themselves. The complication being one was already engaged.

Jaane Tu is the next step in the evolution of romance in India: Two best friends who truly believe, "Hey we are NOT in love!"

Everyone knows that they can't live without each other, but still they don't accept and finally in the end the do. OK, I told you it's a love story. So what's the big deal. The big deal is the treatment. Its so contemporary. The group going together for movies, parties, etc. The cool set of parents which you tend to find nowadays. The jealous boyfriend with long list of ex. The lost brother who is an amazing artist.
Everything is so well placed that you feel that you are part of them. But this is a film so there has to be some unreal stuff. :) I am talking about the 'Rathore from Ranjhaur' aspect. Ok, it was comical and fun. But so unreal.
The one liners are great. It has to be with Abbas Tyrewala as script writer.
Overall i enjoyed the film immensely. If i would have been back in India, I would surely would have catched he film in theatres. It's sure must watch film and it has repeat value too.

A Midsummer Night's Dream

I had read a lot about the play when it was staged last year. But, unfortunately I was not able to see it. This year again it had come to city with popular demand. Lucky me!!!

It was a cold evening to watch Midsummer Night's Dream by Tim Supple. But the play was extremely fascinating that you are unable to feel anything else.
The air was pierced with loud drumbeats and human screeching. The lights flickered, in a bluish, night glow. People moved with great speed, some half naked, some fully dressed, some resplendent, some stark. They ran, the danced, they climbed, they swung from ropes, they were lulled into uneasy sleep in huge cloth cradles hung from the top. Was this a dream or perhaps a Nightmare... In any case, the twenty first century dreams are more like nightmares.

The most stunning or absolutely breathtaking feature of this play, were the sets, lights and costumes in that order. Literally and truly the stage provided the direction and guidance for the actors and their actions. It was not just a backdrop or a space to perform, but an instigator and a promoter in the structure and acting. In fact, without the stage as it was constructed, the actors could not have performed many of the feats that they did. In any case, as far as this play goes, the stage was not merely a stage, but a supporting actor.

It was practical also, in as much as it allowed the actors to move freely and do all the acrobatics and rope tricks (for there was a lot of all that in this play) without hindering the flow of the play. The spaces, the foreground, the background and the sides were all clearly defined and uncluttered. The backdrop was a wooden screen (construction) made out of bamboo with many squares covered with ordinary white paper that can be torn easily. The actors entered through these squares, tearing the paper, removing it for the second half of the play and once again pasting some more paper for the next day's production. So, it was a living stage, destroyed to some extent every day and then reconstructed the next day. It enhanced the shift from the forest where the dream takes place to the city where reality emerges. The main stage was covered in red soil which along with the wooden construction brought out an extraordinary texture to the space. In short, the stage played its part so well that it was a breathtaking experience to watch the imagination that conceived it and the hands that crafted it.

Two remarkable scenes where the lights played an important part were – one just before the interval, the night scene in the forest, and the other the arrival of dawn in the forest after the nights events.
The play was different in a way ---- with a British director and a South Asian crew speaking not just Shakespeare’s English but Tamil, Sinhalese, Malayalam, Hindi and wo more languages. That made the whole atmosphere interesting and fascinating. It gave some new angle to the play. I have seen so many plays. But this kind of experiment was something very new to me. Being a multi-lingual, multi-cultural script and cast it was not difficult to understand the flow of the play and was quite enjoyable.
Just imagine this whole thing is set up in a outdoor theatre. I have heard that in London's open theatre this play is always running. I hope i will catch that play some day (hopefully). Let's see if my dream turn out to be Midsummer Night's Dream...

Beautiful lyrics

Main aur meri tanhayee aksar ye batein karte hain
Tum hoti to kaisa hota.

tum yeh kehti, tum woh kehti.
tum is baat pe hairan hoti tum is baat pe kitna hansti.

tum hoti to aisa hota tum hoti to waisa hota.
main aur meri tanhayee aksar ye baatein karte hain.

yeh khahan aa gaye hum yuhin saath saath chalte
teri bahon mein hai janam mere jismo jaan phighalte.

yeh raat hai ki tumhari julfein khuli hui hain
yeh chandni hai ya tumhari nazron se meri ratein ghiri hui hain

yeh chand hai ya tumhara kangan
sitare hain ya tumhara anchal

hawa ka jhonka hai ya tumhare badan ki khushboo
yeh pattiyon ki hai sarsarahat ya tumne chupke se kuch kaha hai

yeh sochta hoon main kab se gumsum
ki jab ke mujko bhi pata hai ki tum nahi ho kahin nahi ho

magar yeh dil hai ki keh raha hai ki tum yahin ho yahin kahin ho

tu badan hai mein hoon saya
tu na ho to mein kahan hoon
mujhe pyar karne wale tu jahan hai main wahan hoon
hamein milna hi tha hum dum kisi raah bhi nikalte'

meri sans sans mehke jaise bheena bheena chandan
tera pyar chandani hai mera maan hai jaise aagan
hui aur bhi mulayam meri sham dhalte dhalte

majboor yeh halat idahr bhi hain aur udhar bhi
tanhai ki yeh raat idhar bhi hai aur udhar bhi

kehne ko to bahut kuch hai magar kis se kahein hum
kab tak yunhi khamosh rahein hum
dil kehta hai duniya ki hgar rasmo utha dein
diwar jo hum dono mein hain aaj gira dein

kyun dil mein sulagte rahein , logon ko bata dein
ki hum ko mohhabat hai, mohhabat hai.
ab dil mein yehi baat idhar bhi hai aur udhar bhi

Normal Love Story

Every time he saw her, he would stare his eyeballs out.
Not that she did not notice this, but she chose to ignore it.

Ignorance is bliss, for reaction may give him the needed attention, she felt.

But that day when she could no longer handle it, she blurted “Hey man, what is wrong with you? Why do you keep starring like this?”

To this he replies “See lady. Either you are too beautiful or I am crazy. If you are beautiful, I can’t help it and if I am crazy, you can’t help it”

(Need I say what happened next? Take a wild guess)

Itna paisa........

The bidding for players at the Indian Premier League was something to watch. I found little hilarious and amusing. People bidding for people just like what used to happen in barbaric age. Ab bhai unke ishaoron pe nachenge ye sportsmen. Aur nahin to kya. Itne paison se kharida hai to unki baat to sunni padegi na.

Now everyone will want there child to be a Crickter. So much of money and fame is hard to ignore. Kaash humare maa baap ne balla aur ball pakda diya hota bachpan mein, to kahin ek aasha dikhayi deti is umar mein!!!!!!
Ok they have to do lots of hard work like doing commercials, looking good all the time and flirting with girls. C'mon anyone can do that after so much of grooming sessions. And yes last but not the least those beautiful heroines of our bollywood. Sometimes they do play cricket and sometimes, mind it, sometimes they do win. But now that team called India team what will happen to that? Where will they stand? In world standard how will it be compared and will get a ranking? Now the cricketers will will give more attention to other aspects of the game so that can earn the revenue for there respective team. Will they give that same attention to the national team?

Will the dedication be same? Whom will we support?????
We will support our region fine. But as an Indian whom will we support???

One more thing itna paisa aaya kahan se??? MS Dhoni being 'bought' for Rs 6 crores by the Chennai franchise is something to marvel at.

Newness around

Panchi banoo
udti firoon
mast pawan mein,
aaj mein azad hoon
duniya ke chamn mein!!!!!