How is everybody doing? Looks like the winter has us frozen. I don't see many posting these days from fellow bloggers and even my rare ideas keep escaping me. Thought of a little something to wake us up from the prevailing hibernation. Hence introducing Be My Guest!
I am accepting guest posts from anyone who wants to participate. Your guest post will be posted on NRIGirl blog with links to your blogs. This way readers can benefit from a variety of bloggers and bloggers can benefit from new readers. How's that?
Few topics suggestion:
* A word with you
* Ready or not hear I come
* Around the house
If you wish to write in all three topics, by all means go for it; if you are not comfortable in these lines, please feel free to pick your own. It could be an essay, short story, poem, photograph, interview, painting, or anything you can dream it up to be.
Please email me your submissions at nrigirl at hotmail dot com. It will be posted on a first come first served basis. The post with the maximum number of comments will be awarded; haven't figured out what, but something simple and cherishable.
Twelve years ago today - January 23rd of 1998 is a memorable day in my life, the reason being it was the day we arrived in my dream country - United States of America!
Also, it was the day I saw the first snow fall. Yes, it was snowing at Boston's Logan International Airport when we landed. It felt like a dream in itself. Believe it or not I wanted to kiss the earth but refrained from actually doing it for fear of embarrassing Israel.
As we walked out of the airport Israel taught me how to taste the snow directly, I was delighted! I loved the fresh cold air as I had felt suffocated in the long plane journey. I was thirsty I remember, thirsty for good tasting water, the water from home, but alas that was one thing I missed for a very long time - may be even years before my taste buds got accustomed to local water...
Israel went and bought the bus tickets for our ride to Framingham. It was night so I couldn't see much, however I was astonished at the heaps and heaps of snow by the road side and how tall the bus was from the road and how all our luggage could easily fit in the compartments by the wheels.
When we arrived at the terminal Israel made me wait with the luggage while he went to get his car. I was waiting and waiting and waiting and dosed off waiting... Not sure how long before Israel came back - seemed like hours. Startled to his patting on my shoulder woke up in bewilderment - back to my dream again looking at the gently falling snow flakes through the car window. It was a brand new silver Honda Accord and smelled so good.
It felt a little strange to be alone with Israel - all alone - without any known or familiar faces around. How long it would be before I saw any of my family again?! How is it going to be all alone?! Did I ask for too much when I longed for America? May be I should have accepted the UGC posting or the PhD admission and got married closer to home... Will I even survive here? - were many thoughts that were rushing through my mind... bringing fresh new tears.
Israel was concentrating on the driving. Remember it was night and snowing and he had a new bride to take care of. So I don't blame him for not noticing my tears. But I was strangely worried if he would have cared if he had actually noticed it. I saw the small key chain teddy bear I had hand made and sent to Israel before our marriage was hanging at the rear view mirror. Suddenly everything changed; I knew right away if Israel cared for the teddy bear that much surely he will care for me too. I smiled at that and felt at home! I had arrived!!
We have had a few snow days this year already and mostly we wasted them indoors, under the covers, in front of the TV or snuggled at the window seat.
Recalling the best snow day activity only makes me regret the lost opportunities and just can't wait for the next snow showers, which is expected over the weekend. Here's sharing some snow day 'must do' activities.
When it is still snowing get out to the backyard and lie down on the ground, face up, legs straight kept together, hands spreaded out making a 'T'
For a minute or two just lie there looking up at the sky, at the gentle snow flurries, looking at the flakes up close.
Taste some, wince some, blow some, cherish some and be prepared for those that tickle your nose; once you have had enough of it move on to the next step.
Bring your hands close to the body and at the same time spread your legs apart, repeat it several times to enjoy it the best.
Slowly stand up and viola you have made the best Snow Angel in the whole wide world!
Make a few more snow angels all over the yard. The more the merrier you see!
Now just roll over all over in the snow, bring back the child in you, bring out your young ones at home, drag out your partner too. Tell him/her enough with the hot chocolate all wrapped up in their snuggies. He/she needs some snow - real snow! Pets too why not. It will be fun laughing and rolling together.
By now definitely the whole yard is a mess. This is a perfect time for making snow balls throwing at each other and clicking some pictures.
When you have had a fair share of snow balls, let's build a snow man. I know you won't have enough snow nearby as you have trampled on them all. So, go gather some from far and near, roll them up and put them together.
Finally when fun is full and energy is drained and you are all wet, get back home for a change of clothes and warm cup of hot cocoa or some roasted chestnuts.
Don't forget to save at least one perfect snowball in your freezer as a memento.
Don't you worry about the messy back yard, in no time it will be smoothed again with fresh snow.
Trust me you will be glad it was a snow day and you didn't waste it. Looking back you will cherish the memories made this day. Let it snow! let it snow! let it snow!
Have you noticed some people we will connect at once and some never. Some we just meet and it seems like we have known them for years and some we actually know for years but can't really connect?! We often call it as our frequencies or wavelength.
When the frequencies match we become friends and when it doesn't we will never be quite friends. When the frequencies are in sync we finish each others sentences, we think alike, do things similar; when not we have tough time understanding their behavior, they find it hard to understand our tendencies. When it is among friends and associates it is easy to rub off and move along. However when it is among family members it makes it difficult to even communicate. It is not something we can walk away from without hurting ourself. It becomes vital to work on it to get us in tune with one another.
I have seen some of my friends avoiding one of their parents just because they don't fit in the same frequency. It is very sad when we think about it. How long our parents will linger on? Not forever. It is our responsibility to accept them as they are, just as they've accepted us as we are. It is never too late to rekindle our love for one another. It is also possible for frequencies once matched to become otherwise or for wavelengths that were once off to become more in tune.
I know a couple who are married for fifty years of which the last 36 years were spent in isolation. Though they lived under the same roof they had no mutual interests or common friends and their lives had nothing in common other than their grown children. All because Mrs.B chose her faith while Mr. B felt comfortable where he was and didn't find it necessary to change a bit. It took 36 years and suddenly as if overnight Stan decided to join her for a Sunday service and boom he turned around almost instantaneously.
A cousin of mine didn't want anything to do with her father for many many years. Anytime I brought up the subject she will quickly put it off saying she has absolutely no feeling for him. Guess what, recently her Dad passed away and when I went over the only consolation she had was that just a few days ago she had talked to him over the phone after all those years. She was heartbroken and distraught, but just imagine how it would have been if she hadn't had that last opportunity.
Life doesn't last forever. Not everyone can be up to par with our expectations. We need to change. Change so that we can get in tune with those whose frequencies do not compare very well. Even with all the static, communication serves best and stands the test of time. Right, I need to tune too. But honestly I have consciously got in touch with many who I thought could never be friends. I have come to understand that each of those individuals have only brought the best out of me...
If there was one book we girls pored over in hostel or college, it was not our regular Physics, Electronics or Mathematics. It was not even Jefferey Archer or Sidney Sheldon. It was Linda Goodman's book on Love Signs. There was a HUGE demand for the single copy that was rotating in the campus.
I had had it for a few days or was it just few hours I can't remember, but what I remember is that it was just too overwhelming. I had no clue where to start or where to end or what to look for. First of all I didn't really believe any of these sun signs and stuff. Secondly it was like an ocean in itself and unless you knew who your partner was it was not of much use. However we read... I pretended to read - mostly to fit in!
After all these years suddenly I remembered the book and wanted to go back and see what Linda would have to say about me the Lioness and my Water Bearer. It is pretty amazing how she predicts the signs with such accuracy. I truly enjoyed the reading and had to laugh out loud more than once. Just wanted to share some of the highlights.
WARNING: If you are neither a Lioness nor a Water Bearer this stuff will be boring to you. In that case, I would suggest you read the signs for YOU and the Love of your life, clicking here.
Gone rampant two weeks ago, I had decided to unload our closets to sort things out. Not quite sure what got into me that moment as I dumped mountains after mountains of clothes in our bed room floor from children's closets and mine.
Trust me, immediately I knew it was a HUGE mistake and it was going to take me weeks and months to put things back. All I should have done was (as I have always done in the past) walk into each closet and remove only the outdated/out sized stuff. It would have been a mole compared to this mountain!
I wished there was a Control Z button which would undo the mess I had just created. Alas there is none... So I sat down to attack the pile piece by piece. It had taken me two full weeks of folding and putting away and still only about half the mountain was gone. To make matters worse the "just washed" started piling on top.
None of my pleas or offers of incentives or temper tantrums helped as every one wanted to leisurely enjoy the holidays. I just sat there for minutes at a stretch simply staring at the mountain, as if I can just make it vanish with my gaze. When I almost gave up on it Sharon showed some light. She sat down with me almost a whole day and helped me through sorting out the pile. Wow, she was so easy with her little hands and hurried feet that in no time the mountain became a mole - down to the pairing of socks!
Just when I sighed a huge relief, the holidays are all over, back in school we are fast accumulating dirty piles of laundry and the cycle begins allover again...