If you were in my shoes!

How many times would have one heard this? If you were in my shoes, you would understand. Actually I want to rephrase it….my ideal statement would be if you were me in my shoes!! Reason, each person reacts differently to the same thing. That is what makes things interesting, does it not? If we were all programmed to react the same way to the same situation…we might as well be robots. So, if one says I would not do that in your position, I would totally accept. Yes, that person would not do what I would in the said situation and vice versa.
I guess all of us have to accept this, and life would get a lot simpler. Accept the individuality in each person.
I have had counter-arguments put across immediately saying a criminal would say the same thing…accept the way I reacted. I don’t mean such situations. What I am talking about is simple day to day decisions that we take….cannot think of an example off-hand…Just wanted to jot this down.

Lonely?!?

Have you ever logged on to your messengers to find none of your friends online. Checked your mailboxes to find no mail from your contacts - not even forwards….and felt lonely? I have.
Loneliness is a weird thing…it creeps up on you when you are already feeling a bit down.
Don’t know if I am the weird one or whether this is pretty natural?
I also find myself facing things all alone sometimes…though having my family and friends with me, I am sometimes hit by that feeling! I should learn how to deal with this….may be I am just being really idle. Idle mind devil’s workshop!! It keeps brewing way too many things
It is a vicious thing….loneliness and depression. Once you get depressed, everything seems so bleak…every word you hear hurts you even if said in a well meaning manner. Ruins even what one already has…

Navarathri

It is navarathri time. Now that I am in India on my really extended vacation, my son gets to see the kolu at home. He enjoyed setting it up, doing the namaskarams…now gets upset when we ask him not to touch the dolls!! lol!! Luckily though, he obeys.
Amma reminiscing about how she started keeping this kolu ages back when I was little girl. Seems I was spending time at my neighbours’ homes and got too keen about this, came home and cried. My mother sent my father to the shop(days when we depended on public transport and the shop was about at least an hour away driving our own vehicle!!) after he got home from work. He had to get the dolls, come home and made the steps out of crate boxes and set the whole thing up. Yes…I was asleep even before he returned from the shop it seems. I was so excited by the little kolu, I went to invite the whole neighbourhood…amma got to know a lot of our neighbours that way it seems! Years went by, tradition of keeping the kolu continued, and seems I got choosy about when and whom I would invite Amma enjoyed dressing me up in various costumes when I was younger. Even I remember those various costumes!!The kolu became bigger with dolls inherited from both grandparents. Still enjoy taking the dolls out, taking care, arranging them on the steps and when it is all over, repacking them carefully and storing them till next year! Am glad that my son could see this….and am now enthused to get some basic dolls back home when I go. Hope I can keep the tradition alive. God help me

New Connections?!

I have many a time been ever so thankful for all the friends I have. They have been there for me through thin and thick (literally even in that order )
The other day, a friend of mine and I were talking about making new friends. She was saying that people she meets these days even if they share many a common thing; there is no connection most of the time. They just remain at the acquaintance status. She was wondering why this was so…and saying that may be if she had met the same person years earlier, they might have been bosom buddies; concluding that growing older was the reason for this mistrust (if you can call it that?!?)
Set me wondering if I shared this with her. Most of my close friends are those who I have known for ages….but have struck a few really nice friendships recently too - would not call them bosom buddies but they are better than mere acquaintances.
Some of these recent friends are those whom I have only chatted with. The talk made me wonder if I would feel awkward if at all I met them! Food for thought?!
On the same lines, meeting old friends after ages of no contact…there are times when we just hit off like there was no gap ever in communication….and there are times when I have felt like a fish out of water; wondering why I had chosen to be there at that time!!
Don’t know why these happen - but I guess I just feel good I have some friends I can bank upon always. Thanks to each one of them from the bottom of my heart. I know how much of a pain I have been, am being and probably will be for years to come. Thank you for your patience, understanding!!