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A poem by an African kid:

When I born, I black

When I grow up, I black

When I go in sun, I black

When I scared, I black

When I sick, I black

And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow

When you born, you pink

When you grow up, you white

When you go in sun, you red

When you cold, you blue

When you scared, you yellow

When you sick, you green

And when you die, you grey

And you’re calling me coloured???

I am missing India

Mostly, I go through life without missing India. It's been 4 years now since I moved to Ireland. And I am missing those tiny little details of india....The combination of smell of tea from tapari and rain...oh I can still smell it...Myself and my friend use to go to this tapri after days hardwork and one sip of that tea and our full days triedness use to disappear........ahhh those were the days...
If I felt like a dosa, all I needed to do was walk down to Shivsagar. If I felt like samosas, I went down to Rangoli. If I felt like having Mandeli or real nice prowns curry and bhakri, we went to Sayba. Everything was just a five-minute walk away. If I felt like watching a Hindi movie or marathi , I could watch the latest one in a theatre or pick up an obscure DVD from one of the many DVD stores. And Its been almost 3 months eversince Mee shivaji raje bolatoy movie and I have not watched it......:)

But since I moved to Ireland , there's a hole in my heart, a hole as big as a good samosa. I miss the food, people and hot sun! In Ireland, most of the Indian restaurants are managed by Bangaladshi and the food is just not that Indian, that...good. I'm sure it has nothing to do with people being from Bangladesh, it's just that the quality of the Indian food in Dublin sucks.

I miss India, a lot. I watch Hindi/marathi movie songs on YouTube, buy movies off of eBay, and read Rediff.com almost every day. Dublin is so extremely calm that it makes me want to go back to India and indulge in the diversity there.

Being an immigrant is a strange thing; you become really good at adjusting to new places and not missing the places you leave behind. But I can't shake off the taste of a good samosa, a well made fish curry, or dosa with coconut chutney from road side, no matter how well adjusted I am in the place where I live. As you can see, what I really miss is the food, and I torture myself by writing about delicious Indian food. Food is life and Indian food is perfection (depending, of course, upon who makes it).

Anyways, I am off to sleep now....and i am sure i am going to dream about these samosa's tonight..


Love,
Snehal

CONFUSED!!!!

Lot of times, the people who you think loved you the most prove by their actions that their priorities are different, with you being in the lowest rung of their priority ladder. They cry out from rooftops that they love you, would do anything to keep you happy and promise you the universe, but when it comes to the part where they “act” upon these, they are shaky. They try to convince you that they have something else/ someone else that needs attention; if that doesn’t work out, they say, “You would understand my position if you really loved me” – thereby putting the blame on you; if that doesn’t work out, they try giving you the silent treatment. Same thing is been happening in my case. There is this person who I love most in my life and this person claims that he loves me with his whole heart but his priority seems to be different.

Putting all that in the back burner, I have to just go back to work tomorrow morning after a week of sick leave and there is so much more to catch up on and to continue from where I left it. The leave I took has made me feel a lot detached to everyone; made me see everything from a distance; analyze people and events without any sense of belonging; to be nonchalant and most of all, not loving anyone and thats why, I think it is so important for people like me to work 365 days and not to take any bed rest unless unconscious.

Lately, I have had so many thoughts and every time I sit and think about something, I tell to myself that I'd capture the thought-train and post it on my blog; but later when I sit to write a post, words fail me. I forget what I had thought or what triggered the thoughts.

I know this post has become a lot senti and many people who know me/read my blog regularly might me wondering what is wrong with me or if I have gone nuts (I know most of you think that already!) or if something tragic has happened to me. I really don’t know what is wrong with me people. May be I am thinking too much.........anyways, I will going to watch "Hang over" on tuesday with my friends so that might refresh my mind. I just have to learn to let it go....


love,
snehal

Married Life: what about it??

It’s just about waking up together……….. Planting a kiss on each others cheeks…….Making each other wake up to avoid getting late at work……….Cooking chapaties for Tiffin and calling out his name to show him how they fill up with air to become round balls on the flame……Flinging mustard seeds on hot oil and hearing the pit pat sounds from a long distance in apprehension……… to hurry up in getting ready and then wishing not to go anywhere……. Speaking to each other from office like we haven’t met for really long………. Sharing our views on the taste of the Tiffin sabji on phone at work……. coming home to each other...…Being in a warm hug after a hard days work……. Asking him what he would like to eat for dinner and cooking just that…….Chit-Chatting after dinner till the plates go dry……… Waiting for the weekends and planning for them…….. Waiting for weekends and deciding not to make any kind of plans on the weekends…….. Watching back to back movies with cups of hot coffee……. Calculating the expenses and checking if we are on track….. Inviting everyone so the house buzzes for a while with more voices……. Dusting and cleaning the house together with a lot of fun….Cooking nothing when bored, ordering a pizza instead…….. Lazing around in the house with no particular task…Asking him not to switch on the radio in the car so that I could talk…..Him wondering how I can talk so much throughout the day……….Discovering always amusing at times irritating habbits about each other ……Getting up on a Monday morning and wishing it was a Sunday………Isn’t it blissful!!

I am glad I married Manoj...........its really is blissful.............

take care,

love
snehal

What are your reading habits?

I had to write this regarding reading habits of people as I recently met 4 different people who said they hate to read novels and this includes my dear husband as well. And I just dont know how they survive without reading a novel.

Anyways, I came across this article couple of days ago about a poll on reading habits. According to the poll, and this is terribly sad to hear, one in four human beings did not read a book in the past year. (What do these people do before they go to asleep??)

The poll also points out that women buy/read more books than men.

What are your reading/buying habits? If you're frequenting this blog, I'm sure you're an avid reader.

I borrow about 2-4 books every month from library. Do I read all of them? Mostly, yes. But there are books that I can simply not get into. I recently borrowed a very popular book called Q&A by Vikas Swarup. I am more inclined to read views from South Asian and Indian writers; just to see what they are up to and I mostly like books by “my people.” This book got rave reviews. It did nothing for me. I gave up after the first hour or so.

I love Carl Hiaasen's writings and picked up his latest, Nature Girl but I couldn't cross past first fifteen pages. But then I recently ended up reading The Reluctant Fundamentalist, a book I was sure I would find too self-important.

I hope that those who don't read much, will pick up a book and give it a shot--just to see if it works for them. Who knows, the book you pick up will make you fall in love with reading!

Meanwhile I will work on my husband to help him pick up a book.......

Lets see how it goes,

Will keep you posted on that for sure.

TC,

Snehal

PEOPLE WHO CARE

"NEVER TAKE A PERSON FOR GRANTED.Hold EVERY PERSON CLOSE TO YOUR HEART CAUSE YOU MIGHT WAKE UP ONE DAY & REALIZE THAT YOU'VE LOST A DIAMOND WHILE YOU WERE TOO BUSY COLLECTING STONES."

Something happened yesterday which made me very upset and made me think more in to past....I kept of thinking about it for full night and till now.....That feeling doesn't seem to be going away..... But a person who cares for you is there for you always ...that could be a friend, your husband or one of your relative…. Tough times reveal who are there standing really with you….. Who truly cares…...

In past few days I learnt few lessons about life that I would like to share….

In last two years I was in my own world and I never realized the people I was walking with were losing touch… I was so indulged with myself and my feelings for a particular thing that I ignored everything else…. Just everything else… my close friends who really cared for me… I was away from my closest friends for just one particular thing… And I never felt that I left many people behind who were really concerned….
Today I am on a stage where I don’t have that one thing which left me two years ago and am realizing it today that standing all alone…. For a moment I felt I lost everything in life but then I turned back and I realized those people who cared standing at their places with their arms wide open and waiting to hear from me……. and that was enough to made me realize what i was doing.... it was another life for me....
In last few days I learnt that your care and love is precious don’t just waste it someone who do not just care for you… you might be losing those who really care about you…
Now I have learnt this lesson though I might take some time to come out the previous things but yes life has taught me a lesson I’ll remember and I really Thank my all friends for being there for me…

I am feeling sorry that weakened the friendship bond but I can make sure that it won’t happen again… Life is precious and there are many people for whom your smile matters for those your tears are precious so just care about them and celebrate life…

People come and people go.... some will hurt you, some walk with you…. But life moves on….
And it is a fact!!

isn't it??

love,
Snehal

Is this a perfect world??

In imperfection, is perfection."

This is the quote that comes to mind when contemplating whether or not this world is "perfect". "Perfection" as a term is a bit questionable, even unattainable.

What really can be described as "perfect" exactly anyway, that is, as unanimously perfect? Perfection, in fact, seems more like a notion, a concept, an idea, or a theory than an actual state of being in reality. Furthermore, time is always moving, so even when, if ever, attained, a state of perfection in reality is rarely permanent. Perfection, if even possible, is most likely objective. So only in that way is "perfection" possible, depending on your definition, of course. For myself, as is demonstrated in the quote, perfection is achieved when you find the purpose for everything- even, or i should say especially, in all of life's little inconveniences. Once you find their reason, the chance of you learning something from them is greatly heightened. so thats what its about: turning "imperfection" into something useful, because when you do, suddenly they aren't "imperfections" anymore, but opportunities. And sometimes learning something worthwhile from something that seemed nothing but an inconvenience is more rewarding than had it been a "perfect" situation to start with.

So if perfection is really about appreciating imperfection, because really perfection is not possible if you cannot do that, the question has changed from what is perfection to what is imperfection? rest assured, imperfection is everywhere. imperfection is in human beings, in daily situations, in weather, "imperfection" can be find everywhere, even down to the earth's geography.

if you think about it, is a state of "perfection" achievable at all? After all, little quirks, little mistakes, little differences is what makes life so interesting.

Isn't it??

Love

snehal