A site for you and me » Idler’s Thoughts http://manvela.com Wed, 28 Apr 2010 11:33:38 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=abc A Day At Work: 19-03-2010; Good Bye Queenie http://manvela.com/2010/03/20/a-day-at-work-19-03-2010-good-bye-queenie/ http://manvela.com/2010/03/20/a-day-at-work-19-03-2010-good-bye-queenie/#comments Fri, 19 Mar 2010 18:57:39 +0000 admin http://manvela.com/?p=435 Working at the vet clinic brings a new experience, a new thought and a new realization every single day, I walked into the clinic mentally preparing myself for everything understanding that everything I did was for the pet and nothing else. I walked into the clinic knowing that I would see both the thinkable and unthinkable. Yes, we see it all at the clinic; from the not so devoted to the utterly devoted parents, pets with curable diseases while others with the incurable. Therefore it is quite natural to assume that death is to be expected but is anyone ever ready for it?

A pup who quite literally had shaken hands with Yama(God Of Death) decided for some reason to come back to the world of the living with nothing more than a broken back, at first I wondered how she survived and it always gave me the chills to help with the pup who survived. Though shaken by the incident I was then sure that I could handle whatever that came along my way. But it was not death I saw but merely near death, I was yet to see death… I wondered whether I would.

Today, it happened. Queenie, an old but wonderful dog came to get an existing problem treated. Appointments were fixed for the next step and plans were made for helping her but alas before anything could be done she decided to move along. My mother who happened to be there at the clinic instantly burst into tears while my heart bled for Queenie’s mother. Queenie was placed on the table and I stood next to her confused as to why her chest was not moving or her head turning, I touched her and realized how quickly she had gotten cold. Watching Queenie’s mom weep hysterically over her baby made me wonder what she was thinking, we all regret or blame when we’ve lost someone we love, I am guessing it is a mechanism meant to make us recover quickly, did she sob about not telling her darling how much she loved her? Did she regret reprimanding her or was she probably blaming the situation? Did she forget to reassure Queenie that the vet visits were for her own good?

So did you tell your sick loved one how much you love and care for them? Did you tell them that you needed and loved them no matter how terrible you were to them? Did you hug them for loving you? We all want to but something always stops us and then it’s too late, in the end we all want our loved ones to know how much we love them and let them reciprocate the same. Maybe I should tell my darling the same right this instant.

I always make sure to kiss, cuddle and mollycoddle my kids before and after work but as I reached home I made a mental note to give them a double dosage of love. Our culture has 3 men in charge of the cycle of life, Brahma in charge of birth, Vishnu in charge of living and Shiva in charge of death. When I looked at Queenie one last time, I pondered whether Shiva was scanning through a checklist, scratching out her name and then handing Brahma a file with her name on it. Filled with a sense of hope I wished her the best of luck and let my colleague wrap her up.

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]]> http://manvela.com/2010/03/20/a-day-at-work-19-03-2010-good-bye-queenie/feed/ 0 What Fun To Be Puerile Once In A While. http://manvela.com/2009/12/15/what-fun-to-be-puerile-once-in-a-while/ http://manvela.com/2009/12/15/what-fun-to-be-puerile-once-in-a-while/#comments Tue, 15 Dec 2009 07:25:27 +0000 admin http://manvela.com/?p=418 When I woke up today in the morning after a nice nap with Tristan Galen and Diana at 2 in the morning, I did not merely wake up fresh but woke up with a huge craving for some potato chips. Sadly no one would cater to me at 2 in the morning so I stayed strong for 8 hours hoping all the while that this craving would leave me but it never did so at 10 am I carried with me my battered knee and craving to the local store. I fed my regular stray buddies some healthy glucose biscuit breakfast and skipped or rather hobbled my way back when suddenly my roving eye found a plastic animal abandoned on the dirt. I was now a witness to an event occurring in my mental universe, in that very second my pack of chips seemed frivolous while the plastic PINK mule was my only desire. I wanted to pick it up, carry it back home, clean it up, name it and forever feel weird about picking up a plastic mule off a street.

I began questioning my own sanity when my mind started devising strategies as to how I could pick up the toy without looking like a homeless hobo. Then again all of us have gone through the phase of “one man’s treasure is another man’s trash” . I was appalled that I was even thinking this thought, I could merely hand over a few coins to the shop right next to my abandoned desire and get a brand new one saving me my misplaced dignity. As these thoughts ran through my head, I could feel a rival’s presence;It was none other than the security guard at the building next to the shop. I felt my eyes were playing tricks on me but I swear I could see him smirking and I began wondering whether he placed that mule there just to tantalize innocent buffoons like me, yes this seemed true since how else can a security guard spend hours rooted to a seat in the heat. I walked a bit backwards in hopes of making him feel as if I was merely lost or trying to find someone but he lowered his eyes to the mule which made me defensive if not even more angry at the guard.

Putting on an air of nonchalance even going as far as to step on the mule while mentally apologizing to the poor thing (Cursing the chagrin guard for toying with my mind) I walked back home with my favorite stray Chuck Norris. While walking back I was still hoping to find a way to save that poor plastic mule, if only I could have gotten Chuck to “fetch” me my dear plastic mule. As I approached home I decided to post about the incident so I turned around camera in hand but as I reached the spot I saw the mule missing and a smug look on the guard’s face. I was now sure that he had placed the mule there on purpose and that I was his biggest/craziest prey, slightly dejected and mostly annoyed I get Chuck and we hobble away together for he too was lame after a fight with another dog when suddenly I saw a child play with the plastic mule and all hate for the guard melted away though I was tempted to trade in my pack of chips for the mule but decided not to.

**Sigh** If only I had picked up the mule and made a mad dash for my house but then again the child looked happy with it so I guess all’s well that ends well….

P.S :- Aren’t my posts just pure joy to read???

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]]> http://manvela.com/2009/12/15/what-fun-to-be-puerile-once-in-a-while/feed/ 4 A Hug To Everyone I Know, Known And Love http://manvela.com/2009/10/18/a-hug-to-everyone-that-i-know-known-and-love/ http://manvela.com/2009/10/18/a-hug-to-everyone-that-i-know-known-and-love/#comments Sun, 18 Oct 2009 16:58:35 +0000 admin http://manvela.com/?p=403 I just finished watching the movie “A Moment To Remember”, a Korean movie about 27 year old losing her memory because of Alzheimer’s disease. The movie ever so sensitively shows how both  she and her husband deal with the disease. I now sit dehydrated, spent and deeply melancholic thinking & trying to recollect every significant moment, person, animal and thing. In the movie a scene shows how the husband responds as his wife calls him by her ex lover’s name but when she realizes later of her mistake she writes to him a letter apologizing & assuring him of her love. This hit me the hardest because it reminded me of how I was robbed of a chance to tell D so many things, it reminded me of all the stupid fights either started by me or the opposite person, it reminded me about how mean I was to my darling though there was no need to and I remembered those whom I had forgotten.

How could I forget how unpredictable life is? Everyday I take step after step hoping, believing, fighting to be a person better than before not for me but for those I love because my goal is to see them happy; Then again there are days where there is a lot of chaos and it feels like you were asked to go to jail with no permission to pass Go and no permission to take your allowance by the same people you were fighting for, it feels as if nothing could alter that situation to make it better and it necessarily is not their fault. I write this today to remind myself and others that we are incredibly lucky to know who we are and be able to hold onto our loved ones. I do not expect anyone to read this and immediately write out apology letters, scream out “love yous” or hug their loved ones; I do hope that you will keep in mind to treat that person better the instant you see them again because you will not be given a second chance.

So to my family I apologize for the countless tantrums, tears, stress, chores and troubles. I love my family a lot no matter what kind of fights we get into or whatever rubbish we tell each other. I apologize to my friends for being reclusive and the consequences of my social awkwardness because I know how bitter I can get when I am left alone for too long.  An apology to my darling for he bears the brunt of my every emotion and yet smiles without showing me his pain. My children need an apology too for I have tossed, groomed, bathed and annoyed them plenty but they always give me kisses, rubs and hickeys(Cleo). Then again whatever I apologized right now applies to everyone for in one way or another I have mentally disrupted your peace many times making you doubt, misunderstand or dislike me which I never ever intended. Whenever you see this post, I hope all of you realize how much I love you all and I never mean to hurt anyone always wishing for happiness. Me and my darling many a time ask each other how we can bear with each other, we simply realize and enjoy the fact that it is our love that makes it easier to accept. I can get troublesome at times but never mean any harm so I give all of you my warmest hugs and lots of love.

My only advice is that every time you get into a sticky situation, avoid being mean to your  loved one after the fight, bite your tongue before a rude thought leaves your mouth and let time heal all wounds. If only all of us were empathetic about each other… Wouldn’t life have been much simpler? But make sure to be humble and grateful for being able to hold onto our loved ones for another day. You stop fearing loss when you are true to yourself and your loved ones, this is one preaching I want to practice.So here I end with another big hug a post that hopefully does not look like a rambling or a bad piece of literature lol

]]> http://manvela.com/2009/10/18/a-hug-to-everyone-that-i-know-known-and-love/feed/ 1 To Shalaka: What Writing Means To Me ^_^ http://manvela.com/2009/09/20/to-shalaka-your-request-fulfilled/ http://manvela.com/2009/09/20/to-shalaka-your-request-fulfilled/#comments Sun, 20 Sep 2009 14:54:21 +0000 admin http://manvela.com/?p=364 After a long tiring day  I decided to prostrate in front of the T.V, well prostrating for too long hurts so I decided to check my emails and blog. To my surprise I see a long comment which was NOT spam, the comment was from my baby sister’s best friend Shalaka &I am still reeling from the shock of receiving such a sweet comment. Apparently she likes my writing skill, rest assured sweetheart I have no writing skills. But your request was something I could not ignore:-) .

She wanted me to talk about why and how I write my posts the way I do. To me writing is not lecturing, relating or sharing; to me writing is all about entertaining, expressing, reassuring and enlightening. I write not for the sake of ranks or money(then again a pauper does not mind a little pocket money :P ) but to connect to those I know and do not know. Our brain being the most fickle creature in the entire universe is a companion who is eternally zealous about life lusting for every ounce of knowledge. And its thirst for knowledge is so great that it eternally processes thoughts and feelings generated in our being,feeding on energy present everywhere and starts drawing conclusions about life. These conclusions make us who we are and who we can be.

I always feel that I don’t have any writing skills, even now my darling reminds me of “punctuation” errors in certain posts. Like I said before your mind is eternally breeding with life to produce thoughts, those thoughts are my inspirations. I wait for the spark to ignite the flame in my very being, it is very easy to recognize the spark for it comes out of nowhere and ensnares you in its vastness; the entire universe flips around making that spark the center and if you are lucky you notice the change. If not then you must wait your turn :lol: . Now that the fire has been started you must provide those tiny embers with an open mind, heart and a lot of love, love never seen by even the nearest and dearest for in the end that thought is a key to connecting to your soul. Frustration, pressure, too much thought and dishonesty to those embers cause it to burn very low and die out, you end up losing all inspiration, flow, dedication and understanding. But with patience, positivity, love and understanding you connect to something deeper within. You know you have connected to that something deeper when you are able to feel your thought clearly. Bask in the warmth of those flames and disconnect yourself from everything, switch off that T.V, the music player, throw your favorite authors out of your mind, make some room in that loft in your head people!!. The time is now for you to shine. Start conversing with yourself mentally, ask yourself now the content of your topic and giggle when you see the perfect words dance to your tunes. Talk out your topic now, listen to how it sounds, write it down as you speak making sure not to correct what you are writing, correct only if it feels right… There is no time for punctuations and grammar. Keep a smile on your face while writing, it helps you enjoy the moment. Tis not the time to copy your favorites but to let your style come through for no two styles are ever the same :) .. Done with the topic already?? Well let’s proofread it then, time to adorn your topic with all those dots, waves, lamp posts and snakes. It is time to smoothen the jagged edges. Now wasn’t that fun??

My sparks come whenever and anywhere, sometimes while sleeping, while doing the dishes, talking to people or through observation. Today’s spark was one of the best  and much more refreshing than my caffeine. The reason we find it difficult to pen our thoughts is because we try to emulate different styles and people, sometimes the thought sounds perfect in our head but doesn’t come out right. Writing is nothing but opening your soul through words, at first you yourself will not understand or will not like the results but as time passes whether people like it or not, you will surely appreciate your words. Sometimes your posts are the best on first try and on other times they need to be proofread a lot of times before you are happy with it, at times I have rewritten a draft 10 times before actually liking it. It happens so don’t worry if your posts are not A-Class at first shot, it takes time and understanding :)   and your thoughts mainly depend on your faith in them. I sometimes read my old drafts and laugh at the amateur writing but am also thankful because I stuck to it. My energy & spark decide when and what the post would be, till date I have never “thought” of what I want to write about. I am lazy so I wait for it to get me started :D

I hope this is good enough Shalaka and you are always welcome to comment essays for there is no fun if I am the only one talking.

]]> http://manvela.com/2009/09/20/to-shalaka-your-request-fulfilled/feed/ 7 Blast From The Past: Reuniting With My Best Friend R.J!! http://manvela.com/2009/09/08/a-blast-from-the-past-reuniting-with-my-best-friend-rj/ http://manvela.com/2009/09/08/a-blast-from-the-past-reuniting-with-my-best-friend-rj/#comments Tue, 08 Sep 2009 08:56:14 +0000 admin http://manvela.com/?p=339 To me Ganesh Chaturti was going to be the only event worth getting excited about until I heard from my childhood mate that we would be meeting for sure after a really long time which I am assuming would be 7-8 years. I will admit that I was worried about my reclusive nature ruining the day but thankfully we met. On the 27th I got out pretty early to pick up R.J from his Aunt’s place. I distinctly remember getting off at the train station near his place and getting off on the wrong side therefore after floating my midgety features to the other side we saw each other. Then began the hilariously movie style run into each other’s arms not before I screeched like a banshee **shakes head upon remembering the freaked out hapless commuters**. After a rib crushing hug we ambled towards his place where breakfast, advice and lots of caution was served. Getting onto a bus back home was the best idea as R.j was not used to the public transport here. We spent the entire journey sharing giggles, tales, complaints and a lot of memories. I was worried that the travelling would drain him but decided to trust him and as we got off at a bus stop near my place informed him that I might be feeding the pooches near my place if I found any. Chuck Norris (brown shaggy pup), Mufflings(a group of pups that look like Muffin), Scrappy (white and orange doggy) and Laila ( A creamy female). R.J as a kid was bitten by my old Alsatian so he was not too keen on fraternizing with his enemy :P but I think he liked them after seeing them so lovey dovey over me (all for the cookies I bought for them obviously).

At home my bro gave his usual grunt of a hi and then resumed loving Dota so I decided to make some juice and have a closer look at the goodies he got for me, it was a I love N.J mug and tee.. The mug is big so I was definitely happy xD and the tee fit perfectly. Me and my darling decided to go against my brother in a game of dota where we were pulverized mainly because R.J was goading my bro to do so. We then headed upstairs to the terrace with the cats. I showed him the lion pillow I was making for him and he seemed to like it.  After showing him around we finally got down to the dreaded baby pic session, pics which he happily stole with the help of his camera. After a bit of a chat we decided to head over to my mom’s office, it was a rush job as his family were already on their way to pick him up. We barely managed to come back from Mom’s office that his family called him asking him where he was. Unfortunately I was unable to give him his lion but promised to send it to him as soon as possible. He was really annoyed that he had to go back so soon but we were really happy that we got to see each other at least. We even made a video with each other in it and the funkiest bit is that I am hardly noticeable in his video version while he mysteriously lacks a head now and then in my video.

Unfortunately I do not have a pic of him where he is standing alone and knowing me I know all of you are not expecting a pic of me so I have put up a pic of him with my bro and a pic of my Goliath mug. It was indeed an awesome day for us and I do miss him but am hoping that we have many more meetings ^_^

]]> http://manvela.com/2009/09/08/a-blast-from-the-past-reuniting-with-my-best-friend-rj/feed/ 2 And The Guests Have Arrived: Gauri And Ganesh http://manvela.com/2009/09/05/and-the-guests-have-arrived-gauri-and-ganesh/ http://manvela.com/2009/09/05/and-the-guests-have-arrived-gauri-and-ganesh/#comments Sat, 05 Sep 2009 03:02:43 +0000 admin http://manvela.com/?p=327 A little late but an update is never too late so here I am sending every thing ranging from living, non-living and the ones in between some positive vibes, hopefully you get it. The festival celebrated on the 24th August of this year was dedicated to a very popular celestial  mother-son duo. It is dedicated to Ganesha and his mother Parvati a.k.a Gauri, both festivals though not birthday celebrations have good stories behind them. In Hinduism, the celestial beings arrive at our houses not according to human calendars but instead according to their calendars, the celestial bodies. Positions of stars, planets and others determine the most positive hours therefore the dates of festivals usually fluctuate.

Sati’s reincarnated form was Parvati and Ganesha is the son of Parvati and Shiva. It is said that Sati was the daughter of a king and as she grew her love for Shiva grew more. So strong was her love for Shiva that she rejected marriage proposals and instead left the kingdom to meditate in the forest. One of her many names “Uma” when translated means you don’t which is basically what Sati’s mother kept repeating to her. But for a really long time Sati meditated and concentrated all her energy in getting the attention of her Lord Shiva. Finally Shiva out of curiosity and fascination appeared in front of her where he agreed to make her his bride. The day Shiva agreed to marry Sati a.k.a Gauri is what we call Gauri Habba (Gauri’s Festival). Different families celebrate the festival differently but the typical pattern for the day involves women worshipping idols of the goddess and fasting the entire day. Usually unmarried women worship Sati as a way of celebrating her marriage and asking her for blessings so that they too may succeed in getting a wonderful husband. Married women request Sati to let them have the same husband for the next 7 lives and they pray for the safety of their husband. Women fast on this day because Sati during her penance had given up on all temptations including food, she went for days without food. Such was her dedication to Lord Shiva. Many women break their fast in the evenings while others continue until the next day, the food allowed are fruits & water but many women refuse to have even water until the fast ends.

The Ganesha festival is usually a day after the Gauri Habba, though it is said to his birthday it was not a really popular festival. It was celebrated by the people who followed him but during India’s fight for Independence, Freedom fighter Lokmanya Tilak started making Ganesh Chaturti bigger, better and open to the public. As the British could not object to festivals this was the best way for freedom fighters and many others to meet without arousing suspicions. Another reason why this festival was being popularized was because Lokmanya Tilak wanted to remove all racial feelings harbored by higher class hindus against the lower class. Slowly people from different castes, cultures and places started coming together for Ganesh Chaturti celebrations.

We usually get the idols, worship the Goddess then Ganesh and depending on the number of days the Lord stays at our house we chant prayers twice a day until we finally immerse the idols in a water body. As idols originally were made of clay the practice was that the Idols should be returned back to Earth but should not be disposed therefore they were immersed in seas, rivers, lakes and so on. Typically people worship the idols for 1 & 1/2 days, 3 days, 5 days, 7 days or 10 days but there are some who house the idols for months or an entire year.

We too invite our favorite guests home but this year was different where both the Gauri Habba and Ganesh Chaturti were on the same day. I told my mom that I would do the entire Gauri Habba while my brother would do the Ganesh Puja. I never did sleep in the night and was woken up by my darling (I was so excited to have him with me during the entire ceremony). I draped a saree all by myself this year, got all the things ready and began the 2 & 1/2 hour ceremony of chanting, offerings and praying. Never have I been so nervous while doing a ceremony but with his encouragement I managed to complete it and I was drained but excited too so I spent the day partially asleep in front of my computer before I decided to take a nap. Turns out my brother with the help of a friend managed to complete the ceremony without mom’s help (I am surprised). At midnight I decided to break my fast, had a nice heavy dinner and then spent some time with the nephew. The next day in the evening we said goodbye to the mother and son with some prayer and then promised to invite them again next year. This year was fun because instead of our parents it was me and my brother you did everything. The rest of the city was pretty calm this year though i am not sure whether it is due to environmental awareness or the economy.

]]> http://manvela.com/2009/09/05/and-the-guests-have-arrived-gauri-and-ganesh/feed/ 1 Happy Birthday Mom!!! http://manvela.com/2009/09/01/happy-birthday-mom/ http://manvela.com/2009/09/01/happy-birthday-mom/#comments Tue, 01 Sep 2009 03:16:44 +0000 admin http://manvela.com/?p=334 So today is my mother’s birthday and I decided to surprise her with trinkets she’d normally not buy for herself. I was surprised to see my darling awake for he normally is not awake until after midnight. So we waited until midnight to surprise my mother with her gifts. I had earlier in the day dropped by at her office to show her one of her birthday gifts, a t-shirt which got me mixed reactions for it was a color she never wore. Then at midnight I roused her from her sleep, led her to my room where my darling and his nephew sat ready with jokes, cheesy birthday songs and lots of cheers. I asked my mother to sit on my throne (my favorite ass cushion) and gave her the first package which had a nose ring, necklace and ear rings. This year I decided to make her a gift and the final product was a paper mache penguin, sadly he has this look of pain in his face as if tortured into keeping his mouth open. As she was opening the second package I decided to fire away the confetti cracker, Darling says that she was pleasantly surprised which made me happy. We plan on going to K.F.C later for a milkshake or probably pick up a burger at McDonalds.. I might be able to coerce convince her into taking me for some pool.

P.S :- She seemed to love the gifts I gave her but is yet to transfer the wallpaper designed by my darling to her cellphone. She liked it and was surprised that he even did something for her but she was glad to see him at midnight. Mom even called the nephew cute, quiet (he is not mom :P ) and a healthy big boy.

]]> http://manvela.com/2009/09/01/happy-birthday-mom/feed/ 5 We Still Miss You D… http://manvela.com/2009/08/17/we-still-miss-you-d/ http://manvela.com/2009/08/17/we-still-miss-you-d/#comments Mon, 17 Aug 2009 16:09:53 +0000 admin http://manvela.com/?p=315 This post is late but I’d dare not forget out it. The accident happened on the 8th August 2006 and he was pulled off life support on the night of the 10th. His funeral held on the 11th of August.

When I think about the day of our accident it partially feels like yesterday but it also feels like I have come a really long way since the time of the accident. I am guessing that the reason why it always feels like it happened yesterday is because we tend to hold onto memories real tight when we have lost or are losing something. The day of the accident was one of the best days we shared… Our normal rubbish talks were replaced with talks about each other. It was as if in that one night I realized who D was and he realized who I was. Wagging tails have often reminded me about how I spent the least amount of time with him comparing their years to my months but I care not for what they have to say.

Describing D is pretty easy to describe for he was not a complex person at all though his thoughts could get mind boggling. He was funny, short tempered, brilliant, cocky and very tuned into other people’s feelings. Though people never realized how empathic he was (blame it on his hot head) he really cared for all the people around him. His best trait?? His innocence; many times he would say something so innocent that made me laugh which would anger him. Then I would sit him down and ATTEMPT to make him understand why I laughed but he would simply pout away all reason. A thorough food junkie, once addicted to a food you should never expect him to forget about it unless he had TOO much of it. In short he was a pretty awesome dude except for a few bad habits MAINLY obstinacy. I do not wish to ramble anymore about him so I end my short dedication here ^o^

So here is a toast to D who is probably learning to walk and talk somewhere, we miss you sweetheart and hopefully we might meet someday. Not a day goes by when we don’t think about you.

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Unfortunately it does not let you add a name unless you have commented here earlier but nonetheless it is a good plugin :D

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If anyone actually missed me, I am sorry ^_^

The adventure I had would be boring to you guys so I will simply say that I had a fun time while I was away. Mother drew some sexy patterns on my hand using mehendi (Henna) which looks pretty awesome. And a funky thing I would like to write about is what happened when I took a nap today. I woke up once at 2:52 pm and went back to sleep, i once more woke up at 3:52 pm and thought nothing of it and went back to sleep. I remember dreaming for a long time and the dream jerked me awake, the time??? 3:52 pm . A bit amused I go back to bed and once more feel like I have been sleeping/dreaming for a long time, the second dream shook me awake… the time?? 3:54 pm . The reason I was amused was because in both the dreams months if not hours had passed but in reality I simply was asleep for half a minute and then 2 minutes.

So I will get back to posting good junk rather than this junk :P

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