Why are we so obsessed with Alien creatures ?

Alright, It s hangover after seeing Twilight:Eclipse. Though I must confess i retained it for very long. For few weeks now.

I was the one who suggested to go to Twilight movie as it seems quite a rage. I was bit wrong i guess. I hadn’t seen previous two versions. So I just couldn’t get awed much and felt the awkwardness of trying to understand this vampire stuff. I have no interest in this topic. I just find it bizarre to say the least.

My husband was so disturbed to see my recommendation faltering yet again. He thinks my movie taste is as bizarre as vampire topic itself.. Well this time I could defend it.

Yesterday we caught Avatar on DVD. I know It will be unfair if I didn’t give credit for special effects. But again I was forced to think, whats it with the Alien creature that Hollywood is so fascinated about. For my mind, it doesn’t create any interest. I would rather watch a standard Bollywood boy-meet-girl story than watch some aliens jumping here and there like monkeys.

I know movie lovers may be offended by my this explanation, but I really think alien topic is way too bizarre than watching some true documentaries.

What do you guys think of this trend of alien oriented movies?

Are women really wired to cry more often than anyone?

Alright!! I must confess I am writing this post because I want to be regular to my blog. I really love reading blogs, And eventually want my blog to be popular too..

With that said, the reason of writing the post is stated. However choice of topic is not in my hand. I seem to be having “Crying Day” Term I picked from one of the post I read about crying.. Suddenly since yesterday I am so overwhelmed taking care of whining and somewhat sick toddler, that I am crying for almost no reason. I always thought post partum blues were crazy description. I never felt something when I had my child for few months.. Then it started kicking in once in awhile. So eventually I surrendered and realized , it indeed is for real.

I was so in much into crying that I was crying all the way through my drive to office for no apparent reason. Cant even blame it to spouse . He hasn’t done anything crazy to add to this.. Then when I came in office , I thought of googling the topic, why women cry. I got several interesting posts. I will post of all the links just to let everyone go through detailed and honest posts.

Here is my take after reading all the below posts.. Women may be more wired to cry than man, But that doesnt make them any less strong. How you express certain emotion doesnt decide how far will you go in your quest for something. I feel Men and women are equally wired to aspire ambitions, happiness and other facets of human life. You may decide to go from place A to Place B in cab and other one in a train, does that make detination any less important for either one? No I guess. With that I will leave you with abstract below. I feel it explains the propensity to cry in women somewhat.

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1206181/Why-DO-women-lot.html
http://thedailyblonde.com/2010/01/why-do-women-cry-so-much
http://www.helium.com/items/175094-why-do-women-cry?page=3
http://www.positivethoughts.com/whydowomencry.htm

(Copied the following abstract from Positivethoughts.com site as above link)

Why do Women Cry?
A little boy asked his mother, “Why are you crying?” “Because I’m a woman,” she told him.
“I don’t understand,” he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, “And you never will.”
Later the little boy asked his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?”
“All women cry for no reason,” was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.
Finally he asked God. He said, “God, why do women cry so easily?”
God said:
” When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.
And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.”
“You see my son,” said God, “the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart – the place where love resides.”

How to get going with my lazy blogger self..

Hey folks..

I have this problem, where i keep faltering to keep my blog enthu. But only good thing is after reading good posts from others I keep missing my old blog.
Here are few ideas I have to keep me glued..

- Maintain a diary on blog, that may give me more push to be sincere and regular
- increase focus on something specific to generate more traffic.
- May be make it a mommy blog, though I hate to make it one!
- May be follow the cooking recipe route!!
- May a gossip blog, As I love reading Gossip and writing about movie reviews.
- Maybe write a novel or short story collection here…

Do you folks have any ideas?

Short Story from my book

Hey Folks I am working on a book of short stories..
I am thinking of taking your opinion about my stories.

Here is first one
I have named it “A day worth spending..”

It was getting quite routine life for me for some time. I thought of breaking the rut and doing something different. That day after office lunch, I took rest of the day off. And I walked with no agenda in mind. After walking for an hour, It dawned on me. My office desk must be piling with work and I am walking here aimlessly. What is wrong with me?
Before I could think any further, I saw group of school kids returning peacefully to a building. Very different set of school kids I must say. There was absolutely no noise about these kids. That’s strangest set of school kids I have seen. Their teacher was as boring as them. Middle aged woman with traces of tired life on her face all over, giving few instructions.

I was about to walk past, a kid just happened to fall. His hands searching the ground around him sure made me rethink my opinion about the whole thing.
So here I was standing outside of blind school on busy work day. I went inside after the group has entered and settled. Passage led to the principal s office, hall and garden. I skipped all of that. I went straight to the room on ground floor where the giggles were coming from. There were around seven kids sitting on their dorm beds and chatting happily.
I walked up to the group. They all smiled and greeted me with Hi. “How are you madam?” One of them asked. I said, “I am fine, but how did you know I am in the room.” We sense the movements and can definitely hear the footsteps.
I felt as if it was so obvious that I shouldn’t have even asked. One of them asked, “Did you see the craft I have made? It is there on the table.”
I checked it out. It was indeed very artistic. Something I was not able to come to the terms was, there can be some kids whose eye lids don’t even blink. I mean they were just covered permanently. It was such a painful sight. Yet there was this serene smile on this child’s face.
He said, “Do you know we have a celebration coming up?”I quizzed, “what is it about?”
Every time we get a new family member, we celebrate. There is a new kid coming to join us.
“Does your family visit you?”, I asked to the group. “
“Yeaaah..”, the bubbly group seemed to quiet down suddenly. One who seemed the oldest of all said, initially when a family brings their blind child, his family visits often. With time it starts fading. For some their family stop coming. For some they resorted to sending letter and some money.
“Hmm..”, I muttered. “What do you guys do after school?”, I tried to cheer up the group again. Their face radiated with full blown smiles. “We play, we learn music, we sing, we dance and then sleep”, came the pet reply.
“I plan to come next Sunday morning again. Do you guys want something for yourself? I will be very happy to get some gifts for you all.” I asked.
One of them said, “ Yes I want one gift. If you could come next Sunday after that too..”
I was sold to this child’s innocence and affection. A small six year old blind and almost orphan child doesn’t want me to bring any materialistic thing for him, just a pleasant, affectionate talk. And here I was frustrated in my well paying job and well settled life. Our vision can get so narrow sometimes, that we can’t even see the obvious treasures we have over others.
For those wondering if I ever went to that blind hostel again, it became my weekend ritual to spend Sunday morning with them for few years. After that I had to move to different city for new job.

Another new year.. another set of resolutions…

It’s amazing to realise that I havent posted here for almost 4 months. Given that I love to write, That s very strange behaviour from me. And to top it, I have lot happening in my life, in my world around me, in general everything.. Still Getting yourself up to do something good is so hard as adult..
there are just so many diversions and distractions.

Now that we have entered a new year. I want to promise few things to me..

- I will complete the book on my mind and just GET IT PUBLISHED… And see the reaction..
- I will get myself sharpened on professional edge and get myself a good job that I can love.
- Help My small kid develop a good balanced personality
- Help my sis for her delivery. This is very personal, as last pregnancy fo hers ended in still birth. And we all still find ourselves in so much pain..
- Learn a new skill, Piano / dance/ Skating/ just anything.. but learn buddy..
- Do one small charity and make the difference in at least one poor child’s life.

Pheeww… It s hard to keep thinking about it..

Why its so difficult to keep up??

Hmmm.. Gone for another 2-3 months.. Why…
I dont understand however much I try to keep the blog rolling, I keep slipping. It seems like impossible to be active blogger on sustained pace.. Deeper I think, Clearer I get in analysis.

I think it may due to absent reader base… Got to re-invent my writing to atleast get more users to write back..
Come on folks, Throw some suggestion, what do you think I can do to make this more appealign to readers..

Z

Funny Quotes

—————- Enjoy some funny quotes

Everybody wants to go to heaven; but nobody wants to die.

Worst excuse for not turning in homework: I couldn’t find anyone to copy it from.

Man invented language to satisfy his deep need to complain. Lily Tomlin

“Marriage is give and take. You’d better give it to her or she’ll take it anyway.” – Joey Adams

When you are courting a nice girl an hour seems like a second. When you sit on a red-hot cinder a second seems like an hour. That’s relativity. – Albert Einstein

Everyone has photographic memory; some just don’t have the film.

There are three sides of an arguement — your side, my side and the right side.

“One of the great things about books is sometimes there are some fantastic pictures.” -George W. Bush

If you die in an elevator, be sure to push the Up button.

There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot.

The road to success is always under construction.

Car service: If it ain’t broke, we’ll break it.

My advice to you is get married: if you find a good wife you’ll be happy; if not, you’ll become a philosopher. – Socrates

There are worse things in life than death. Have you ever spent an evening with an insurance salesman?

Last night I lay in bed looking up at the stars in the sky and I thought to myself, where the heck is the ceiling.

Courtsey :

http://www.coolfunnyquotes.com/funnyquotes2.shtml

Zigsaw of life

You got to forgive me for holding on to this draft for more than 10 years.. atleast thats what WordPress tell me.
…. Last edited by dearestfriend on November 30, 1999 at 12:00 am ….

No idea how s that possible , As my blog is in action only since early 2007.. Time to fix some data issues folks.. Anyone listening.. Knock knock wordpress..

Ok.. Let s proceed with the post..

“”"” Life has a way of surprise us all the time. Just when we think we have slogged it all, we deserve the peace and progress, Something somewhere happens to whack our little world. It happens with me all the time.
A friend who is dying with cancer, a collegaue who vanishes on one one fine weekend in “”"”"

******resuming from there , I think it was almost 2 years back when I wrote it. It was triggered by a meeting with a colleague who had death written all over his face. There was one colleague across my office cube, who had been on looong vacation ever since I came in the neighbourhood. I never met the person until that day.I have heard our HR lady talk about his health status, his recovery from Collon cancer , Relapse and then his decision of moving back to his home town. HR lady conducted some japanese ritual of making 1000 Origamy birds in sheer hope of some miracle.. I made some 50 birds out of sheer desperate wish to see my colleague recover..
Then other day HR lady told that his situation was worsening and doctors have done the worst.. That is to tell how many days he may live.. So HR person would send his friends’ group to meet in person. I thought that was very humane action. These folks went and gave all the origamy birds. No need to say he was very humbled. After few weeks he decided to fly back to our office to bid “final bye”.. Now how morbid is that… to meet a person very first time, whose name plate you are seeing for few months, only to see impending death in his eyes.
He was going on to say usual hi-hellos to new comers like me. He came to my office and introduced himself…
” I think you dont know me, I am Mr X and I thought I would fly back to say hi in person to everyone. I was like I know you are X.. How are you doing? and then I said , “I hope you recover soon”. I myself knew how futile was that wish. But didnt know what else I could say in this situation…..
And I saw this deafening expression of ” I know I am going to die in next two weeks”. And I think I got my reality check in his eyes..We all just run , run and run.. Never pause and think we could go in one blink of eye and never be back. If that indeed happened, would it really matter if we were one or two miles back in race….

Love the word “Love”

Not sure if it s just me or many who feel like this..
Once in a while even in a seemingly happy life, we feel this emptiness of not being Loved…
I mean how you feel that you love everyone around and there is no one who loves you. So empty feeling… It happens to me once in a while.. And they you know what I do ?

I just cling to the word love.. I feel its so positive and magical to let despair last.. Sometime I feel when you love everyone around you, you get so free of clutter inside. I practically see the dirt of misunderstandings, schemes and hatred washing away in my own heart..

I know its too personal post.. But what the heck.. Lot of people do it.. I mean talk about their lives on their blogs.. While its been a year for this blog. I havent been able to find my own niche in writing. So trying this party as well. Do let mw know how it sounded to you..

See ya

Just Rambling…

Ok this is monday morning and I am summarising my thoughts for week here. I have been heavily sad with some latest news.. A bay area gal (Sandra Cantu) gets assaulted by a WOMAN!!!!! and killed!!!!…
God save us, Dont know if we really are human. May be we are just animals , howelse you will explain this henious act..
There is one more sadistic story about Caylee Anthony of Florida.. Which is suspected to be murdered by her own MOM!!!!!!Ladies give me a break.. I have never known female in this Avatar. Am I primitive types or what.. These are unthinkable crimes in my wildest thinking.

Then there is this OSCAR winning movie, which is called Slumdog millionare. I saw this movie on DVD. And it has been on my mind since then. It is all real and I cannt deny it. But being an Indian what amazes me , how britishers still love to paint picture of ONLY POOR INDIA. Why they dont make movies on Indians who have managed to be top riches on forbes in their Own Briton land.. I think that also calls for some british attention. Though I am happy for the folks who could fetch Oscar for their work. but then racist flavor of oscar comes out wide open, when you wonder same musicians’s bestest works never got enlisted. And while he does mediocre song number for a british director for some controversial movie. He gets an oscar!!!!
Wow!! Who said there is no racism in oscars.. Please ask us Indians.. We will explain it happily.

Z