I became an atya of an adorable baby girl yesterday. I was so excited , drove to the hospital as soon as my brother called.And there she was , all wrapped up and sleeping soundly. What an adorable sight. Babies have this content look on their face. And its admirable how they can demand attention just by crying . One wail and there are five people at their mercy , whether its feeding time or diaper change or just plain tantrum for no apparent reason.

Anyways, I know something for sure. Life is a miracle. Babies are a blessing and God exists.

mau and her newborn

mau and her newborn
Originally uploaded by sanguine seeker

They are just adorable......
:)

“I never teach my pupils; I only attempt to provide the conditions in which they can learn.”

Albert Einstein

It only sums up my thoughts on schooling and education .

Expectations

Expectations are the culprit ultimately, I have noticed, when it comes to emotions connected with people.
You form opinions of people based on your past experience, or some preconceived ideas, others experiences or even superstitions. And there you form an imaginary datum line. Some people fall short and you are disappointed, or angry or hurt even. Others exceed it and you are happy and content .Then the datum line shifts higher and your expectations increase. And then as you get more and more impressed ,it shifts higher consistently and you assume this is probably heaven. And then,suddenly as if something exploded , you are let down .Its a terrible moment to imagine.

If there's anything to wish for in that moment , its the wisdom to understand that people live by their own choices. And not by your expectations. And I realise that if they did live by my expectations just to see me happy, it would only make sad.

Hmm..Did I just contradict my theory.? maybe not...Thoughts can be complicated.

I miss him all the time .

But especially, Ive noticed, randomly, in the most absurd moments I think of him. When I'm deeply engrossed in doing something.When frustrated about not getting something right and breaking my head on something , I suddenly lose focus and turn away to see the reality around me. That is when I remember the old happy times. In that refreshing pause.That reassuring moment....that real life is just fine. I feel nice about that. That its all okay. Everything is just fine.

I feel happy about feeling that feeling.
And I'm glad that he chose the life he did because that created all those pleasant memories that I keep falling back on today. He taught me this one thing among countless others , not to lose focus of reality.


Today on the site , with all the construction going on, this labourer woman was busy piling bricks on her head struggling to meet the deadline I had imposed on her and the other workers. Her 10 month old child was playing in the sand. And every break she took she spent playing with him and holding him. I noticed that today. Until yesterday I only felt bad , felt pity..I even got from home a old worn out chaddar for the poor child to make myself feel better (I believe charity is a selfish act done to feel good about oneself)
But today I saw them so happy , playing and laughing just like any other family.
And I smiled .. and I missed him yet again ...

and I smiled.

Edmond Dantes: I don't believe in God.
Abbe Faria: It doesn't matter. He believes in you.


The Count of Monte Cristo

Being Me

I loved Rita.Yes I mean not just the movie, but her character as well . A simple movie , and such a real story. She could have been anyone....you .. or me.

It brings you to so many realities.That sometimes people who show you the way, your mentors ,turn out to be the very reason for your misery.

That after a point its not love that counts, its about living with self-respect.

And sometimes your own thoughts and actions enslave you.

In a nutshell , Life is all about being free .... being Me!