V-day, unlike the famous D-day, is not about war but about love. Is it really about love...does love needs to be really delegated for one day?
Do we need to take a day just for celebrating love....shouldnt it be everday. Some might say that it might not be a bad idea to remind people that there is something called love and that we should celebrate it. I agree with that but what makes is not so "lovely" day is how even a day of love has turned into a marketing ploy. Hallmark, Godiva, and of course Flower shops.
I am all for public affections.. but I dont want anyone to tell me that I should do this and that. Dont tell when I am watching tv...oh for your valentine, get this... I dont want to. I want to think on my own and get something that really matters. And that doesnt have to be bunch of chocolates.
A scene at a nearby Duane Reade the day before V-day might explain some meaning or should we say lack of, for this day. Guys standing in line with a flower in one hand and a pre-filled card in the other just waiting for their turn to buy, let the day do its thing and get it over with. What a meaningful, inspiring, loving, caring scene. Some might not even have read what the card - which they will be giving to the love of their life - says. It is just a routine. You have to do this...why? oh its V-day.
Instead of doing it all in one day...why not spread the love throughout the year. If you are so inclined for a day to be V day.. let it be every week, every month. I dont want to wait for it once a year.. that too much pressure, we have birthdays and anniversaries to worry about. :-)
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Friends....worth their weight in gold.
I am 25, over the last 20 years, I have had all types of "friends." The first 5 years dont count. The people that were there those 5 years will be there throught my life.. mom, dad and sis.
So the last 20 years I have made friends with different types of people. Some are worth keeping for a few decades, others a few seconds. Some are superficial, others are just super. Some keep lending, while others keep borrowing. Some call to say hi and others only when I am needed.
Many of these so-called friends weren´t real friends after all. Indeed, the word "friend" is one of the most misused words in the dictionary. It is so easy to be called a friend. Many people take advantage of it, group gathering and people being introduced and voila....you have yourself a "friend." Do they even know me well enough to know my email address.
They take the liberty of calling you "buddy" or "pal" or "dude." They start asking you personal questions, such as what you think of Anna Kournikova and isn´t she the best thing to happen to tennis since the invention of the ball? lol. How dare a stranger ask such personal questions.
Truth is, a good friendship takes years to develop. You have to invest your energy, your time and yes money into it as well. Through all this you eventually get something special, someone that you can relate to in a level beyond words. A friendship that will give you more job than playing the latest game on XBox or a Playstation. At least in the long run.
If there´s one thing I´ve learned about friendships, it´s this: It´s better to have one good pal than a thousand lousy pals. Good friends are worth their weight in gold.
Okay "friends" lets see the gold or cash will do just as well. ;-)
So the last 20 years I have made friends with different types of people. Some are worth keeping for a few decades, others a few seconds. Some are superficial, others are just super. Some keep lending, while others keep borrowing. Some call to say hi and others only when I am needed.
Many of these so-called friends weren´t real friends after all. Indeed, the word "friend" is one of the most misused words in the dictionary. It is so easy to be called a friend. Many people take advantage of it, group gathering and people being introduced and voila....you have yourself a "friend." Do they even know me well enough to know my email address.
They take the liberty of calling you "buddy" or "pal" or "dude." They start asking you personal questions, such as what you think of Anna Kournikova and isn´t she the best thing to happen to tennis since the invention of the ball? lol. How dare a stranger ask such personal questions.
Truth is, a good friendship takes years to develop. You have to invest your energy, your time and yes money into it as well. Through all this you eventually get something special, someone that you can relate to in a level beyond words. A friendship that will give you more job than playing the latest game on XBox or a Playstation. At least in the long run.
If there´s one thing I´ve learned about friendships, it´s this: It´s better to have one good pal than a thousand lousy pals. Good friends are worth their weight in gold.
Okay "friends" lets see the gold or cash will do just as well. ;-)
Wednesday, November 02, 2005
7 types of people
I heard this from an elderly man who was giving a speech, the way he had explaied...I cannot replicate. I can only give you a gist of what was said and things that I am able to recall. Hopefully the message he was trying to pass, I can pass it on to you.
He was talking about the seven types of people who will have the hand of God protecting them from the intense heat that will engulf us during the last days. May we strive to be atleast one of the seven so that we can get his blessings and protection as well.
One who is a just ruler...a good head of government, a good leader, a good head of household : provider
One who takes advantage of his/her Youth to give himself to God
One who yearns to go back to masjid - place of prayer once he finishes one
One who gives and gives without concern to all the worldly things
One who loves someone for the sake of God
One who doesnt give into temptations of evil
One who realizes how much he or she is lucky to have these everyday things in life..his body, eyes, flowers, sun, moon, friends, family and everything else around.
Thursday, July 28, 2005
India...here they come
After 7 years, Mom and sis have gone back to India accompanied by Dad. Leaving me all alone here. Here....NYC, where night thrives on single people . It needs people like me who dont have anywhere to go after hours. That might seem like a good thing right now but believe me before they come back I will be missing them like anything.
I am a people person and I need people with me all the time even if it seems that I am shy and mysterious and by myself most of the time.
I am a people person and I need people with me all the time even if it seems that I am shy and mysterious and by myself most of the time.
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Reload and Reboot
I have been so busy lately at home. So much is going on in the personal side of life, that I have somehow ignored the online part. Though I am still online and read up on things, havent had the chance to sit and write this blog.
So what has been taking up my time, small things at home. Ikea shopping, assembling the stuff that we got from there. I like ikea.. (they look soo similar), and we have almost transformed our living room into somewhat of a modern place with the installations of some new furniture for our TV. The thing that sometimes bothers me is that, this stuff that we get from Ikea, they only come with the exact things that are needed to make the stuff. Not one more or one less, if you somehow loose a nail or a screw... well you are screwed.. haha. but jokes aside, they should atleast give a few extra just in case. Do they expect everyone to be perfect?
So what has been taking up my time, small things at home. Ikea shopping, assembling the stuff that we got from there. I like ikea.. (they look soo similar), and we have almost transformed our living room into somewhat of a modern place with the installations of some new furniture for our TV. The thing that sometimes bothers me is that, this stuff that we get from Ikea, they only come with the exact things that are needed to make the stuff. Not one more or one less, if you somehow loose a nail or a screw... well you are screwed.. haha. but jokes aside, they should atleast give a few extra just in case. Do they expect everyone to be perfect?
Monday, March 07, 2005
Realites
We all talk about doing new things, new adventures to take on, new boundries to visit, leap a tall building, run faster than a speeding bullet..... Are they all just talk?
We love dreaming of such things, a grand plan in the making. Only some of us carry out that plan and achieve something, others are quite satisfied of where they are.
So what if I cant leap a tall building, I can take the stairs to reach the same place. If that's a little slow, well we have elavators for that. Right? Its the reality of the situation, a situation that we are in during our lives that inspires us and pushes us to do new things. Where do we get these inspirations from??
How come we keep recreating the same realities for ourselves, we know that we have so many options available for us, but we keep coming back to the same shell of our lives, just in different colors. We have so much potential but never fully understand and characterize it. We are so conditioned to our daily lives, so conditioned that the way we create our lives that we buy the idea that we have no options at all.
We do have options, we need to break out of our molds, disconnect outselves from the matrix, look beyond the yellow brick road for answers.
We love dreaming of such things, a grand plan in the making. Only some of us carry out that plan and achieve something, others are quite satisfied of where they are.
So what if I cant leap a tall building, I can take the stairs to reach the same place. If that's a little slow, well we have elavators for that. Right? Its the reality of the situation, a situation that we are in during our lives that inspires us and pushes us to do new things. Where do we get these inspirations from??
How come we keep recreating the same realities for ourselves, we know that we have so many options available for us, but we keep coming back to the same shell of our lives, just in different colors. We have so much potential but never fully understand and characterize it. We are so conditioned to our daily lives, so conditioned that the way we create our lives that we buy the idea that we have no options at all.
We do have options, we need to break out of our molds, disconnect outselves from the matrix, look beyond the yellow brick road for answers.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Journey of vanity
I was in the train coming back home from work on friday, and there was a lady who started doing her makeup from 5th avenue.. and she kept on putting it, on with one box and the next, some small patch here and a touch there. Then another small box with many different colors and mirrors galore, the boxes were coming out of her bag like rabbits being pulled out of the hat.
So many different color boxes and they were literally being plucked out by their ears from inside that small bag. The half of the train box which could see this magic show was amazed. Some were drifting their eyes back and forth from the words on their books to the slight curve of this lady. A show was being preformed and no one on the train had a ticket to see but was willing to sneak a peak here and there.
While there was another lady sitting right beside where the show was taking place, with no makeup on and she looked tired from her work. She was catching a blinks of sleep here and there while the train labored passed the stations dropping off and picking up people along the way.
Two contrasting people, right beside each other, one coming back from work and one might be just starting the day. The queens bound number 7 train, an array of people with an rainbow of personality.
End of journey.. flushing main street station. The show was over, everyone rushed to the exits. No one cared for an encore presentation, the star of the show was left behind, still finishing up her makeup. The lady next to her who was on her way to the exit looked back and smiled, and knew that even without all that makeup, her life is more satisfying and that made her beautiful.
So many different color boxes and they were literally being plucked out by their ears from inside that small bag. The half of the train box which could see this magic show was amazed. Some were drifting their eyes back and forth from the words on their books to the slight curve of this lady. A show was being preformed and no one on the train had a ticket to see but was willing to sneak a peak here and there.
While there was another lady sitting right beside where the show was taking place, with no makeup on and she looked tired from her work. She was catching a blinks of sleep here and there while the train labored passed the stations dropping off and picking up people along the way.
Two contrasting people, right beside each other, one coming back from work and one might be just starting the day. The queens bound number 7 train, an array of people with an rainbow of personality.
End of journey.. flushing main street station. The show was over, everyone rushed to the exits. No one cared for an encore presentation, the star of the show was left behind, still finishing up her makeup. The lady next to her who was on her way to the exit looked back and smiled, and knew that even without all that makeup, her life is more satisfying and that made her beautiful.
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