Wednesday Wiseness: Children run after the simplest of things with the seriousness of the world

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Ever notice how children run after the simplest of things with the seriousness of the world? Maybe we can learn a thing or two from them about sincerity and devotion. Nothing is insignificant or unworthy of attention in their eyes. They give it their all despite a limited attention span. 

Scribbling with crayons like a little Picasso

Watching cartoons as if witnessing the Apocalypse

Planting a flower in the backyard like a caring parent

Jumping on the bed like a trained astronaut in space

Asking questions like an avid historian

Who says children need to grow up? They are brilliant and perfect just the way they are.

It’s us ‘adults’ who need to ‘grow-up’ a little less.

So what have you noticed in your children (or grandchildren) that takes your breath away?

 


National Blog Posting Month - November 2014

I am participating in the National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) – November 2014. This is an awesome venture of Blogher.com. In their own words:

“Every November, thousands of bloggers commit to posting daily. But it’s about much more than getting that post up—it’s about community and connection. It’s also about honing your craft, challenging yourself, and taking your blog to the next level.”

I will write every day of November. This is my fifth post.

#NaBloPoMo – Day 5

 

 

 

 

To all hope’ful’ romantics

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There’s an inexplicable charm about all things old-fashioned. Vintage clothing, architecture and mannerisms. Then there is knee-buckling romance that steals the show.

Stuff they show you in mushy, heartbeat-skipping movies or scintillating words you devour in a timeless classic. Plots, actions and dialogues that mess with your head in ways unimaginable. And though you may think you have ‘grown out of it’ at a certain age, you never really have. Somewhere in the background there still hovers a floating universe with the perfect romance, enclosed in the perfect heart balloon. That’s what I realize when I see a 50-year-old woman smile with a coy ecstasy every time she sees the real deal. Not just love, but old-fashioned, boy-swooping-girl-off-her-feet giddy romance.

I love that woman’s smile. It speaks of love. It doesn’t speak of loss or regret. It speaks of a strange contentment with whatever form of love she found. It speaks of a shared history among millions of little girls who once dreamed of Prince Charming. And wrote their own version of a happy beginning and a happier middle – forever knowing that the end is never as important. It speaks of a woman’s innate desire to be loved to bits. It speaks of a realization that everyone has a different love story but an equally amazing one. It speaks of a lot of crazy in our over-imaginative heads.

I believe I’ll be that 50-year-old some day.


National Blog Posting Month - November 2014

I am participating in the National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) – November 2014. This is an awesome venture of Blogher.com. In their own words:

“Every November, thousands of bloggers commit to posting daily. But it’s about much more than getting that post up—it’s about community and connection. It’s also about honing your craft, challenging yourself, and taking your blog to the next level.”

I will write every day of November. This is my third post.

#NaBloPoMo – Day 3

Green is my color, but today I bathed in red

Green is my color but today I bathed in red. Again. I thought I could get used to the blood, but can life live with death?

Green gives me hope, but today you stole it. Again. I drowned as innocent blood filled my veins.

Green gives me courage, but today you brought me to my knees. Not because I feared you, but because of my helplessness.

Green gives me peace, but today it shattered like glass, as little pieces of chaos cut through my flesh.

Green gives me faith, and even today I hold on tight.

I look ahead, beyond the lifeless bodies and the tormented cries.

I look above, through the burdening puffs of misery darkening my skies.

I have faith. And you can never steal it from me. Never.


This is dedicated to my beloved country Pakistan and to the people who died today at the Wahga Border suicide attack in Lahore. I couldn’t come up with much except desperate tears and an emotional rant.

Green and  White are the colors of my flag. Green is for Hope and White is for perseverance. Even though she bleeds now, green will bring back hope. It always does. That is something the attackers will never understand. Kill us again and again, but we will come back stronger. No matter how bloody a canvas your vicious ploys may paint, we will rise. Again and always.

 

National Blog Posting Month - November 2014

I am participating in the National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) – November 2014. This is an awesome venture of Blogher.com. In their own words:

“Every November, thousands of bloggers commit to posting daily. But it’s about much more than getting that post up—it’s about community and connection. It’s also about honing your craft, challenging yourself, and taking your blog to the next level.”

I will write every day of November. This is my second post.

#NaBloPoMo – Day 2

 

 

Baby Nail Cutting Expert

So this is how it happens. One fine day you get called in to save the day. Not by riding on a black lustrous horse galloping to the rescue. But by treading carefully in the land of soft, cushiony and tiny baby fingers and toes. That is what happens when an ex-IT professional / writer/ mom of two little angels(most days)  becomes an expert at something she never imagined in her wildest, skydiving-in-the-alps mommy-dreams.

I said, “Awe he is so adorable! Look at those cotton hands.  I thought to myself: “Look at those long nails!” (shudder). My thoughts were apparently loud enough.

She said, “Oh, I can’t get myself to cut his nails. Ouch.”

I thought some more. Hmmm, this is my chance. This is my calling. I said with calculated modesty sprinkled with a bit of haughtiness, “Oh really? I think I can help.”

Wonder Woman soundtrack beat somewhere in a parallel, invisible dimension. I swooped up my bag and took out my secret weapon. Leonardo had his swords. Thor had his hammer.www.inkriched.com

I had my Tommee Tippee Nail Scissors. She showed me her crude looking baby nail clippers that could cut through soft flesh like any vengeful metal. To think some random baby products’ company manufactured such atrocities! I hid my disgust and managed a polite reply. “No, it’s OK. I have these.” More background music.

With steady hands, I took the sleeping infant’s right hand and thumb nail. The big one went to heaven first. I cut away, like a nail surgeon. I always wanted to be a doctor as a child. That obviously did not happen. A girl’s got to settle somewhere right? The mother looked at me like I had just pulled her out from a burning vehicle. I felt blood pour into my cheeks and sweaty drops on my forehead huddling to commemorate this grand feat. I thought about showing off. You know, the whole shut-eye-and-clip shebang. Maybe on my next mission. And so I clipped away like I owned the biggest hair nail salon in Beverly Hills.

After 10 finger nails, I looked up to assess the situation. She said she would handle the toe fiends. That’s a given when you learn from the best. My work there was done.

I stood up and looked around, waiting for loud cheers and applause. I saw the mother and her huge, orange-slice grin. That would have to do I suppose.

Now if I only I could design the perfect super-hero costume. No? Well then just a name? Oh come on! Cut me some credit at least!

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I just signed up for National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) – November 2014. This is an awesome venture of Blogher.com. In their own words:

“Every November, thousands of bloggers commit to posting daily. But it’s about much more than getting that post up—it’s about community and connection. It’s also about honing your craft, challenging yourself, and taking your blog to the next level.”

I will write every day of November. This is my first post.

National Blog Posting Month - November 2014