With a friend like this who needs a boyfriend

Is this what being a best friend is these days? She just could not understand it

Ofcourse there is the sharing of everything under the sun..work, home, dreams, secrets..but then there's also more...

They both loved to dance but just not with each other..for some reason they could not simply look at each other and do something as simple as dance and have fun like they did with others..why the emotions and awkwardness between friends?

Candle light dinners and weekly meetings which only friends knew about..just had to keep fingers crossed they didnt bump into family..hmm..don't you hang out with bestfriends all the time and aren't you the one family meets first?

'Why are you flirting?' 'You belong to me'
Random words which pop out of nowhere. ..from the practical mind or the emotional heart?

Holding her hand in the dark...passionate kisses..holding her close to fall asleep..

Friends? Maybe a new definition

J for Jealousy

The green eyed monster in her, shot daggers at the one with the long luscious hair.

Did she really have to smile like that and dress like that?

These thoughts kept running through her head everytime Sheema came over to meet the girls. Three of them were best friends and yet Jenna never felt comfortable having Sheema around since she always took away the attention from the rest.

Jenna tried talking to Marie about it although Marie never saw Sheema the same as Jenna did.

"She's just being herself..that's how she's always been. Guys just flock to her cos she's easy to talk to and she's practically one of the boys," Marie would say.

Nevertheless Jenna's jealousy kept her from being someone Sheema would treasure for a lifetime..for Sheema would put her friends before a guy anyday.

Indian

This topic just popped into my head as I was waiting to watch a play. 

The number of Indians there. Some dressed in traditional clothes, mostly the older ones, but the young ones were your typical modern day Indians. We were all eagerly waiting to watch an English play but one produced by Indians.

I'm really proud to see how far we have come..producing not only really good plays in perfectly fluent Tamil but now even in English and the actors did an awesome job.

Being an Indian girl growing up in an English speaking family, I have always struggled with the Indian language. Malayalam and Tamil, two languges i understand and speak though not very fluently. I hardly wore indian clothes unless there was a wedding and hardly celebrated any Indian events as mum was Catholic, so it was Christmas at home.

Now that I'm older, I try to be as Indian as possible in a day and age when most are getting more westernised.

Being Indian is a beautiful thing. Being a girly girl I love the clothes! The food is great and the numerous colouful festivals which bring all this together to share with family and friends. There're just no words to describe it.

Look at all the world renown Indians like Mahatma Gandhi, Aishwarya Rai, Arundhati Roy, Deepak Chopra and locally Sundramoorthy and Philip Jeyaratnam- all the Indians in different fields, doing so well.

I definitely want my children growing up to appreciate being Indian and not be ashamed of speaking the language (which they too are struggling with for now) and knowing their culture and  following the traditions.

Helpless

You are breaking my heart little one...

I know yours hurts too but you don't know how to say it.

"It's not fair! You owe me a family!"
That's probably what you really want to say to us but you are just a child.

So, you just do what you feel to vent your frustration and it doesnt matter if people think you're annoying cos they are not the ones who matter. The ones who matter don't see that you are calling out to them for an answer.

You are helpless now as you were then, too young to even have a say.

GOD

GOD

I don't see you but I feel your presence in my life, through the blessings you shower upon me.

The beautiful flowers which make me smile,  The rain that cheers me up, the wind that blows across my face all tell me that you are constantly with me.

The angels you send as friends to talk to me, to make me laugh, to encourage me, to pick me up when I fall..never fails to amaze me.

How much you love me and no matter how hard things get, you will always make it better, maybe not today but one day.

Thank you God!

FART

Loud ones, silent ones
And smelly ones too

The embarrasing
sounds and smells
of farting in public

Have u ever noticed a person's reaction when they let go of a loud one? They normally pretend that it is from the chair dragging on the floor or to hide it some may cough.

It is just gas people..everyone farts
Nothing to be ashamed about
So next time just say excuse me and give your biggest smile

Eternity

" I will love you for eternity, " he said.

Never in a million years did she expect him to do what he did. Never mind if the love had died. He owed it to her to stay, to make this relationship work. Why? Because she had given up everything to be with him. All she had was him. Family, friends, in fact, everyone warned her that he was pretending to be nice only because he needed her then to fulfil his dreams. As long as she was around to provide him with a home, he could work on his dreams to be the next big thing on stage.

Now, five years later, he tells her that they were not meant to be. That she was not ambitious enough for him.He had met someone who is able to take his career to the next step.

"Not ambitious? I gave up my dream so that you could have yours!" Anna was heartbroken. She was too numb to even shed a single tear. "What happened to Eternal love?"

Well, she could only blame herself. But she won't, she did it for someone she loved. For the man who made her smile, who made her heart flutter and put knots in her stomach with a single kiss. Surely, he had felt something for her. She did not have to know. She just needed to live knowing that it was all worth it and the beautiful memories she would carry in her heart for eternity. For to Anna, she meant every word she had uttered to him.

"Goodbye George! Thank you for all that you were to me and I wish you well,"  her last words to him. The last time he would hear her voice or ever see her.

Dance Dance Dance

Dancing has always been a passion to me. I wish I had the opportunity to pursue this interest from a younger age.

I've tried hip hop, salsa, bellydancing and even a little traditional indian dance. What I realised is that each of these dances has its own beauty.  Most dances can be continued till old age except maybe for hip hop- you don't see old people doing hip hop do you?

There's just something about the music that takes over your entire body and it ends up moving to the beat.

Dancing is one way of exercising that I don't mind going on for hours even if my feet hurt.

I do hope that no matter how old I get I'll be blessed with good enough health to dance

Cinderella begins with C

My Princess Mya is participating for the very first time in a pagaent.

Little Ms Cinderella.

Do I want her to win the title? Of course it will be wonderful but most of all I want her to have fun, make new friends and enjoy the experience.

Beauty pagaent for kids are not all that bad, if you allow the child to showcase her talent and allow her to show how wonderful and special she is in her own way. It is about allowing the child to be more confident of being her best self.

Winner or not, she will always remain my Princess!

Best Friends? The Very Best!

Boyfriend he was to me

Erotic fantasies he fulfilled

Sexy as hell in the dark

Taxis was where the

Irresistable kisses

Exchanged...

A is for Apple

A is for A-P-P-L-E

The humble fruit that fell on Newton's head for us to learn there's something called gravity. The fruit that is able to keep the doctor away is also the word that kids start learning the alphabet with.

And..that leads me to write about how I ended up in my profession.

It truly is a wonder when teaching was not even the last thing on my list. I have always wanted to be a vetereinarian and the closest I got to that was majoring in Zoology.

Due to the recession and boredom from working in a laboratory environment, I decided to give teaching a shot. Now, thirteen years later I can't imagine doing anything else ( except writing full time )

It is not so much about teaching the various subjects that keep me in this profession but the fact that so many lives go through me and the little part I get to play in moulding them, guiding them and many times simply just being that person they turn to when they have no one else to listen to them. As firm as I am with them, they know that I am there for them and that is the best part of my job.

Being with the kids also keeps me young at heart. I don't feel a year older than 25! Perks of having all the fun activities you get to do with the kids without being laughed at.

So as much as I complain about the workload, i don't see myself retiring from this job anytime soon, simply because it keeps me Alive. Hey..what do you know - another A word ; )

Crazy in Love

Love

Just this one word and many different images pop into our heads. I'm talking about romantic love.

Why is something so wonderful so complicated at the same time? When everything goes well, especially in the beginning it is the best thing ever but when there is no longer that love between the same two individuals it turns into a nightmare? Can we change this pattern?

I had the most wonderful relationship with my husband. We were best friends, although I never did think of him as my soulmate. We loved each other VERY much, and because we were best friends, we shared almost everything with each other and we did almost everything with each other. There was trust and honesty and we gave each other enough space to be ourselves. Seems perfect right? Nothing could possibly go wrong with our very much admired relationship. WRONG!

Something did still go wrong, and I guess for two people so close to break up, it had to happen for this reason alone. Instead of trying to make things better I fought with him a lot, instead of for him. This only made the crack between us a giant hole. We became enemies.

Then came someone else I lost my heart to. This one was no boyfriend, although he kind of filled that part where I had lost my best friend. A little similar to my previous relationship, I shared my life stories with him, we had our candle light dinners, dancing, hanging out with friends, short holidays. I did not need a man in my life as long as I just had this part fulfilled. We had our arguments and making up. He was my soulmate!

At the back of my mind, I knew the day would come when he had to leave since there was no obligation between us to stay. That day came when he told me he met someone. They were to be married. I felt so lost. I knew I had to let him go but I did not want to. I told myself not to fight and chase him away. I just made the best of the time I had with him. I did not want to end up as enemies.

This made me wonder if I had just been calmer and not fight with my husband, would our marriage have lasted? When we love, is it because he loves me back? Is it possible to love your partner even if his love for you has died? Love is after all an emotion, it may not be there today but by being patient and working on the little things that matter, working on ourselves by reflecting on whether we have changed and pushed that person away, will that love develop again? Instead of saying I want him to do this first then I will return the favour, would it help to put ego aside and take that first step? At least in the end, we know we have tried and it would be easier to let go if nothing works.

NOTE: I'm not suggesting anyone stays in an abusive relationship.

Silent Mornings

Sunday Mornings..no in fact it's every morning that I crave this quiet solitude. The only time when the world doesn't seem to exist!

Oh I forgot to mention that it's because no one in their right mind would give up the comfort of their beds at an unearthly hour just to sit and enjoy a cup of coffee.

So what do I do during these precious moments? I don't plan my day! I just enjoy the peace, the quiet, the 'doing nothing'.

You see..the world wakes up when my two kids wake up. The quiet household then feels like a mini nursery with them screaming at each other and shouting out 'Mummy!' a million times. All this while getting ready for school.

The non stop talking lasts till I drop them off to school and rush off to work in a crowded train. The minute I step into school (I work as a teacher) It's the exchange of morning greetings and my day continues with handling my students. Then, it's no longer "Mummy!" but "Teacher!!! He did this and he did that!"

You would think that once back home I have my quiet time again, but its no longer quiet in my head as the daily chores need to get done, I reflect on the day's events and what is to be done the next day! Before you know it the kids are back and it's back to the morning chaos, this time with homework and noise from the computer and television!

I don't get my quiet time at bed too since my son only stops talking when he sleeps and by then I am too exhausted to enjoy anything...

And so..I look forward to the next morning when I get to have my precious quiet time while the world sleeps - just to smell my coffee and listen to nothing!