Sunday 23 June 2013

Dependence

So, the rains came to India. Thank god my city didn't get the kind of damage that Uttarakand got. People are stranded, dead and lost. Hope they can find their way back to home.

Of course I was stranded without technology. The rains stopped my internett. We couldn't even call MTNL since nobody would be available when they came. The driver had an emergency at home. Finally I complained to my parents and we lodged a complaint with MTNL. The driver came, and so did MTNL. They repaired a cable the next day. Voila! Interest restored. I still had internet on my phone but my parents' iPad isn't my laptop.

We are really dependent on our technology and gadgets. We taught my grandmother how to play to solitaire, and mahjong on the computer. She has an email account and actually send an e-card to people. Its very interesting to watch her handle these things which I have done for many years. Hope technology doesn't take over us humans like it did in Terminator 3. God well us if that ever happens.

So, its my parents anniversary today. They don't really celebrate it. Once in a blue moon, they will celebrate it the big way, but otherwise it's a normal day. That's the nice thing about my parents. They don't make a big of things. I wish I was as smart as they were at my age. Sometimes, I feel like I'm letting them down. Even though they don't make me feel that way, but I make myself feel that. I need to boost my self-esteem. Any suggestions? Oh well, I'll just Google them.

Saturday 15 June 2013

It's All About Loving Your Parents

Karan Johar had it right when he made Kabhi Khushi Kabhie Gham. It is all about loving your parents. They do so much for their children. My parents have done and do everything still for my brother and me. I guess because they grew up in that environment and want the same things for their children. I went abroad my for college and my parents didn't complain about cost. They said if its for your education, don't worry about the cost. So in my second year I found a job on campus. I started paying for my phone bill and other things.

So why do people treat them so horribly when their parents get very old. The two movies I know that show this situation are Baghban and Lage Raho Munna Bhai. Baghban shows how incredibly rude kids can be to their parents, but that's the time the parents need their kids' help.

Which is why I get angry at myself. When my parents or grandmother asks me things or keep asking random questions, I get angry at them. Then I think I probably asked random questions all during my childhood and still do. Yet they answer unless in the rare occasions when they tell me not to ask stupid questions. So I get angry at myself. Why do I have a low tolerable? Seriously what is wrong with me? Then I get really sad and depressed even though that is the opposite of my sunny disposition. How does one increase their patience level? Maybe because my self esteem is down, that my tolerable levels have gone down.

And Pakistan lost a wicket. 165 for all out. Hopefully out team is in form and can beat them. Like the Rahul (Shah Rukh Khan's character in K3G) said who never know about India. At the last minute anything is possible. Can India win the ICC Champions Trophy ?

Oh well, good luck team India!!!

Wednesday 12 June 2013

My Brother's Wedding

 Hello All,

I decided on blogging to improve my writing skills. I am in the publication industry, so I need to have proper writing skills. After reading so many stories by amazing writers, I thought it was my time.  I think my life is not very exciting, so it might be boring.

So, I was browsing flipkart for books as usual. I finally found ordered two books. I found a new book called Amreekandesi: Masters of America by Atulya Mahajan which I found through Facebook. 

I browsed through the recommendations and found a new book. This book is My Brother's Wedding by Andaleeb Wajid.

I couldn't put the the book down. I must have gone to sleep by 2 am that night. The main character is Saba and she is literature student. She writes a blog to cope with the craziness of her brother's wedding. She is trying to juggler her college life and the wedding. She used letters to denote her family members to keep their confidentiality. She feels like she is being over shadowed by her older beautiful, vain & manipulative sister and her only brother. It gives an excellent look into how a Muslim wedding entails. I have never been to one, so I am very curios to find out what happens. Weddings shows culture and traditions of people and the whole experience is fascinating to me.

That book also helped me in opening my own blog. My friend has one and she writes about her married life. She said her life is very normal, so I thought why not. As I am writing, I am watching an old episode of Numb3rs. It's the one with the cloned baby and I have already seen this, but there is nothing good on. 

My work day was pretty good and easy today. I had no pending work, so I worked on the website and facebook all day. I love that part where I have to be on Facebook for my job. I checked the entries on the website for mistakes. Whoever did it before me, they didn't do a proper job. There are random question marks in the entries. I mean who doesn't know where question marks goes. 

My phone needed recharging and my driver was out sick. I had to call my mother and get it recharged by her. Mothers are so awesome and she didn't even take the money I gave her. As I was writing this post, I pressed my delete key on my Mac and my whole first draft was gone. I tried to find it but no luck. So I have to rewrite the post all over again from scratch. Maybe next time, I will write this in a word document and then paste it. Oh well, you learn from your mistakes.  Then after my posted my new post, I found my draft all saved nicely. So I took out the new sections and pasted them in the draft. So I deleted the other post and published my earlier draft since it much better

I think it a good place to stop for my first try. Let's see what happens next before I post again.
(P.S. The photos in this blog belong to the original owner. I don't have any copyright on them.)