Of Cats and Men.......................

Of cats and men………..

1) Cats do what they want and when they want.
2) They rarely listen to you
3) They are totally unpredictable
4) They whine when they aren’t happy
5) When you want to play they want to be left alone
6) When you want to be left alone, they want to play
7) They expect you to cater to their every whim
8) They are moody .. even without the PMS
9) They love to laze around the house
10) They leave tiny hair everywhere
11) They are obsessed with their resting places
12) They can’t wipe their feet one doormats
13) When they need to be stroked they can put away those claws and purr sweetly
14) They can drive you nuts
15) You can never understand them
16) No matter how much you scold them, they always miss the litter box.
17) They rub up against you one day, and the next, they act like they've never seen you before.
18) They keep your feet warm when it's cold outside
19) If they make a mess, they just leave the room and pretend it's not there.
20) They have their own agenda, which may or may not include you.
21) They don't come in when you call.
22) They like to stay out all night.
23) Only when you are trying to get things done do they want your attention
24) Mostly, they like to be left alone to sleep.
25) Most of the women love cats … though they don’t know why

Conclusion :- Cats are tiny men in natural fur coats……

Of Computers and men...

My blog has got a gloomy touch so trying to make it clear up a little....
A recent survey revealed that computers are male because
1) In order to get their attention you have to turn them on
2) They have a lot of data but are still clueless
3) They are supposed to help you solve the problem but half the time they are the problem
4) They will never solve a problem unless ‘You’ tell them how
5) No one including the creator understands their internal logic
6) They never feel the emotions
7) Even though technology is progressing in leaps and bounds and they can almost do anything, they still cannot bear children
8) As soon as you commit to one, you realize that, if you had waited a little you could have had a better model.

LOL

Hidden Faces............

This article has been moved HERE

Missing My Dad

I am an orphan now. I have lost my parents, first my mom in 2006 and dad in 2009 and even at 42, the feeling is terribly sad…Losing your parents is never easy and it leaves you with a feeling you haven’t done enough for them after all they have done for you. I feel that way.
This is brief introduction to my dad. He was from a poor family and very naughty kid. His father was a man with immense knowledge of herbal medicines and many people in Byndoor tell tales about how he saved people on whom even doctors had given up all hopes. They remember him with great respect even to this day. Unfortunately his children did not learn the trade from him. My dadi would also prepare home remedies for people
His family were also famous in Indian style of wrestling. . My Dad was sent away to my Mom’s uncle who had returned from London after working there for many years. He was rich and famous (he was the first person to travel to Europe from Byndoor). He worked at my Moms uncle’s farm, while continuing with his studies.
My dad used to run errands for my Moms family, as a result of this they came across each other often. My Mom and Dad fell in love at a very young age. There was lot of opposition from my Mom’s family but eventually they married lived together for more than 50 years until my Mom lost her battle with cancer. They were an example of the saying opposites attract. My Mom coming from a rich extravagant family could not adjust to the austere ways my dad expected. By hook or crook she would get her own ways and upset him. Once Mom wanted something we all knew Dad will give in to her wishes finally. They never lived away from each other for long. Though my dad had opportunity to go to gulf to earn more money, my Mom never agreed and he was not willing to move away from his family too.
Mom was religious but did not say her prayers regularly. My Dad was religious person who never missed a single prayer (he prayed 5 times a day with some additional prayers) until 8 days before his death. So, that was the first signal. He passed away at 6 in the morning. I had been with him the night before until 11.45 P.M. and tried to communicate with him. He looked tired but not near to death. He held my hand for 5 minutes or so and kept looking into my eyes. When I asked him whether he wanted to tell me something he said he is going away... that’s all. He went to sleep and never woke up.
He had a caretaker with him for past 6 months. She and my sister-in-law stayed with him while I had to come back to Farheena. Early in the morning I was getting ready to go back to my sister in laws home, when she called up asking me to come over because he was not breathing properly. I was there in 10 minutes but he just had two breaths left. The way he looked into my eyes for 5 minutes will always haunt me...
My Mom was very loving and giving person where as Dad was strict and disciplinarian. He also wanted us to pray regularly and work hard. He wanted good marks on the report cards .. He wanted us to speak clear and good English. Though not highly educated his spellings were perfect and his writing quite beautiful. He thought me how to write one of the reason why people say I have beautiful handwriting. He was very proud of my handwriting and always showed it off to people he knew. He always trusted my interpretation of the news paper and made me read it out to him even when I was a small kid. He was happy with my disciplinarian ways and marks but not happy with my refusal to accept traditional religious practices.
Even with the differences we had, I was the only kid he was very close to and confided in about many things he dared not share with rest of the family. He trusted me always. He would at times tell me about the money he has put aside to buy a plot and build a house and swear me to secrecy, only to let the secret out in few weeks. My Mom would find a way to spend the money wisely according to her LOL. Also I was the only child of the family who loved Mom and Dad equally. Rest were very partial to Mom which made him a bit sad and angry.
When I had to shift to Byndoor from Bangalore he accompanied me and helped me settle down in the village environment. Without him it was sort of impossible task. He stayed with me for few months and helped me learn to pull water from the well, make fire with wood, where to shop, where to picnic etc. He loved Byndoor.
He was very good sports person in his days. Was never bed ridden until I went to USA. Being sick never stopped him from his walks in the morning and evening. Neither did the weather. I know how painful it must have been for him to be confined to the inside of the house for past 16 months. It was very painful to see him with bed sores.... His death was very peaceful.. he just stopped breathing in his sleep. He lost the sense of pain in the last 4 days of his life. He wanted to die in Byndoor and be buried along with his ancestors. Also he wanted to die in Ramzan. Amazingly in his death all his wishes were fulfilled.
Like Farheena said - it is very sad we cannot see him but good he need not suffer anymore and God sure will take better care of him than we ever can. Wise words from her...

Mom and Dad enjoying an evening together outside our home .........

Lost my father on 09/09/09

Will be missing on bloggers for sometime

The ten commandments of Marraige

Some good fwd mails we get at times are worth sharing... Here is one of them


Commandment 1: Marriages are made in Heaven, but then again, so are thunder and lightning.
Commandment 2: If you want your wife to listen and pay strict attention to every word you say, talk in your sleep.
Commandment 3: Marriage is grand - and divorce is at least 100 grand!
Commandment 4: Married life is very frustrating. In the first year of marriage, the man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens. In the third year, they both speak and the neighbors listen.
Commandment 5: When a man opens a door of the car for his wife, you can be sure of one thing: either the car is new or the wife is.
Commandment 6: Marriage is when a man and woman become as one. The trouble starts when they try to decide which one.
Commandment 7: Before marriage, a man will lie awake all night thinking about something you say. After marriage, he will fall asleep before you finish.
Commandment 8: Every man wants a wife who is beautiful, understanding, economical, and a good cook. But the law only allows one wife.
Commandment 9: Marriage and love are purely a matter of chemistry. That is why the wife treats the husband like toxic waste.
Commandment 10: A man is incomplete until he is married. After that, he is finished.

My wonder boy is 18 today

Happy birthday Rayyan.
Rayyan, my wonder boy is 18 years old as of today. I am so happy that I have lived to see him grow into a wonderful human being. As I reflect back on the years he has been with me I feel so overwhelmed by his character. He could set a Guinness record for behavior. Never has he fought with anyone, never landed a blow on a single person or animal, not once has he fought with me, never pestered me for anything he needs (he always will let me know what he needs and then will wait until I can get it for him or else we talk and then he will realize I cannot afford it and lets it go at that). The ‘never’ here is not a general once in while never. It is zero actually a zero score. Am I lucky? You tell me. A young man who will never be awed by someone others will consider big nor will pretend big to someone who others consider small. A sense of equality Rayyan possesses makes me feel guilty. He has changed me a lot in the past 18 years. My daughter has been the reason why I fought cancer fiercely but Rayyan is the person in my life who helped me fight cancer. Even as a young child he would be there to comfort and encourage me. The worst emotional trauma for him was to watch me go bald very soon after I lost my sister. It was too much for a 5 year old to feel he may lose his Mom like he lost his aunt. It was very scary. He was very close to my sister and he loved her very much. He never let me feel hurt though by asking questions or making fuss about how he felt. He suffered silently and I was worried about him. No other child could have dealt with his father the way he does. He is understanding , patient and comforting to him. He is smart enough not to argue with his father like he does with me, my friends and his friends. LOL. He knows which tree bears the fruit. He has a talent for coming up with some wonderful quotes at times which makes sense perfectly for the situation which has me rolling in laughter. I think he is compensation for all the rest of the shit I have in my life. Thank you Rayyan for being such a wonderful son any mother would be proud of. Never once have I regretted having you as a son nor once have I been frustrated. I may never have dared to ask for such a wonderful son ever. Thank you God for considering me worthy enough to have Rayyan in my life. He makes such a huge difference to me…………… Happy birthday dear boy.. or should we say man? May you have many more. Love you.
Ma

I have planned to share the wonderful moments of my life with Rayyan in installments… I need to make a thread on my blog exclusively for Rayyan.

A great Bargain......

Giving can be good investment.

Slowly and stealthily a figure approached me. His face had a contradictory emotion of a sad smile which was something very touching. As he neared me and I saw that he was supported by crutches with just one leg without much strength to support him; it was almost like he had no legs. Balancing himself awkwardly he stretched out his hand earnestly in my direction. That look of desperation touched me and I groped in my purse for coins, unfortunately there were none.
Restless at the notes in my purse, I knew if I did not help him I would curse myself the whole day. I am not one of those people who encourage begging, but here I was feeling different. In a flash a thought hit me. Why always look for change, instead as a change why not give him a note? If I gave one of those notes in my purse to this needy man, it would not hurt my economic situation but it sure would make a lot of difference to him.
I held out a note to him and he took it with gratitude. It is a sad situation in our country where we do not find decent beggars often. He was the decent and silent type, a rarity. He looked at the denomination on the note which was not a big amount for many, but for him it meant a lot. I could guess by the look on his face.I could not buy anything worthy with that amount of money. What happened next was really amazing. A smile started on his face which reminded me of a blooming bud sprouting on broken dying twig. I was struck by the sheer pleasure he exhibited. It was amazing in this day and age, where we cannot buy much with notes what I had bargained for a small amount. Sure it touched my heart, and I considered it one of the greatest bargain I have made, buying something very precious for quite a negligible amount.

Teaching and loving it

I am very happy being with children and sharing my knowledge with them...

Life is worth living

Photograph: Rayyan Rizwan

Even if the sky is full of dark clouds
Every dark cloud has a silver lining
Every hot summer has a rain
Though life is full of pain
For that moments of rain and silver lining
Life is worth living……………………….
By Farida Rizwan


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