The good that men do lives after them —

I was just thinking today,my daughter turned 15 a couple of weeks back. Who did we invite to her birthday party ? Mostly her friends and children we knew. But if I had happened to see a poor laborer on the street, driving home from work, would I have invited him to my daughter’s party ? Most certainly not.

As human beings we tend to be exclusive rather than inclusive,which is ironical because, everyone says ” man is a social animal”.Then why is it so difficult for me to bring people I don’t know home, or talk to someone I have never talked to before in the mall, or smile at someone just for the pleasure of smiling ? Why is it so difficult for me to give ?

When it comes to getting gifts, I would be first in line. I want to get birthday gifts, anniversary presents and X’mas gifts are an absolute must. I need new clothes all the time. I love to gift myself good food, books to read, pleasant times, my time anything for myself. But when it comes to giving, why are my fists so tightly clenched ?

Recently I read about parents who had abandoned a child of theirs with the surrogate mother, just because the child had Down’s syndrome. That innocent baby does not have the good luck of growing up with his parents just because he is maimed. We know that when we give a feast, we need to invite the poor, the maimed, the lame and the blind to the feast, not people who would repay you with return invitations.

One of the ways we can show concern for some one we don’t know is by reading through the writings and posts on the blog spaces of people we don’t know and ” commenting” and ” liking” them. Who knows, it might make the day of an unknown person.

Lets challenge ourselves to move out of our comfort zone and provide a kind word, a comment, a recommendation, a gift, a smile or a meal to someone from whom we don’t expect anything back.

The good that we do will indeed live after us and we will be repaid in full.

For better or for worse

My Dear Watson

Life just isn’t the same without your trusty sidekick. For this week’s writing challenge, tell us about your partner in crime.

My alter ego, the person inside me, the one who is always second guessing me, trying to keep me from making mistakes, my own soul sister, me. Sometimes I can’t live with myself. When I look back on life and think of the mistakes I have made, the hurts I have inflicted on people, when my second self had warned me not to do so, I could kick myself a hundred times. I am impulsive, a compulsive buyer, a plate wipe clean off eater, shy, person. My alter ego is everything I am not- a thinker, a take time to make decision-er,  a restrained, I told you so , sort of person. I don’t know if we make a good combination or not but for better or for worse, I am stuck with him. Sometimes he is the sidekick and sometimes, I am.  http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/my-dear-watson/

Blues, Blahs, Baa lambs & new Beginnings

Moonshine grid challenge 174

     I   woke up this morning feeling  blue. I had a fight with my better half last night and now I am in the “post war” period.
Reason : Hubby dearest is upset that I quit my day job “on a whim” and my career is finished. 
My argument : Did he want me to stay at a job where I could not express myself freely, where I dreaded going to work every day and where I was paid for 8 hours of work but worked   less than an hour  ?I couldn’t do it.
Hubby :  This is the reason why you never succeed in life. You have problems wherever you go. You are too traditionalistic in your views, not accommodating at all. You are amazingly talented – have a good grasp of language,  have been a brilliant student and read a lot. But you threw it all down the drains. Just because you wanted things your way.

            One thing led to another and before we knew it were each talking about how we were brought up and the very touchy issue of “parents”.
Hubby : Your parents have given up on you and your career. They don’t even talk about it any more.
Me : Then why do you keep bringing it up ?
Hubby : Because I care. No matter what happens, I care. (Water works started. How much have I tortured this man, who loves me  for better or for worse).”I am still trying to get you a job. I am speaking  to people. You don’t know with what difficulty I got you the other job.”

Me : Please don’t do it for me any more. I have surrendered everything. I believe things will work out somehow.

          So today I woke up at 3 am- couldn’t sleep any more. I opened  my blog page and tried to write. Writing is cathartic for me. But today even words failed me.
        Was I a failure ? Would things never work out for me ?
         I tried to do a SWOT analysis on myself.
Strengths : Language ( as hubby said), positivity ( never say die spirit), sensitivity , love for all living things ( especially ones smaller than me), reading, hard working, sincerity, honesty. My hubby dearest- my baa lamb- who is sticking by me even  I am an idiot. My beautiful children, the plants in my terrace garden- still green in spite of the severe summer here, the new additions to my cat family
Weaknesses : Judgmental, habit of excluding people who don’t conform to  my norms from my circle, argumentative, twisting the truth to suit my purpose especially when I am at the losing end of arguments( does it contradict with what I have written under strengths?), Extravagant, soft heart.
Opportunities : I have a blog post now and can expose my writing to the world.
Free time : Time to spend with my daughters and pets, take care of my plants and house ( badly needing my attention), the laundry, the cupboards, clothes.
Threats: I quit mid career, difficult to get a job, even freelance. Bare minimum in bank. Rejections everywhere. Hubby upset.

After writing down my feelings, now I feel better. I prayed .   I need to be like my plants valiantly living through the summer heat.

The Bible says in everything give thanks. So I did. I keep chanting like a mantra- Thank you God. Praise God. No more ill feelings to my hubby, my previous co workers, any one.
Life is  about new beginnings, starting today.  I believe things are going to happen- in my favor- I will get a new assignment. At least people at ” yeah write’ will read what I write and that is something. 

Secret admirers

Daily post- daily prompt http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/secret-admirers/

I returned after a hard day at work, driving through unruly traffic only to find on my doorstep a bouquet of flowers. At first I thought I was seeing things. No one ever sent me flowers, not even on Valentine’s Day. May be a mistake. They do happen often in my life.

I bent down to take the bouquet of my favorite flowers – red roses ( without thorns) in my hands. There were like 25 big sized roses there in the bunch, all fresh and delicately scented with that fragrance only roses have. I felt the petals with my fingers- silky soft. I took the bunch and kept it against my face to feel its softness. So soft and so comforting. I felt my tiredness slipping away.

Maybe it wasn’t a mistake. Maybe someone really liked me enough to send me a bouquet. May be I had a secret admirer. I went through the list of people who might have sent me the bouquet :

1. The dog who I played with on the way to work

2. The watchman at the office building where I worked

3. The salesperson at the local supermarket

4. The person who sat next to me at the cinema last week ( we shared popcorn )

5. Or just some one unknown to me, who liked me .

Whoever it was, it made my day.

I looked into the bouquet to see if there was a card. No, none at all.

Wow . Like the movies. I had someone who admired me.

What for ?

What was there in me that people admired ?

I couldn’ t think of when I had last thought about my positives.

Was it my height and the way I held myself when I walked ?

Was it my kind and generous spirit that was noticed by someone, unknown to me ?

Was it my smile ?

Maybe it was my long hair.

Who knows ?

But some one had liked me enough to share some part of themselves with me.

And that made all the difference.

It’s a new day

 Its a new day. A gift from above. Taking stock of what I have. 

1. Good hair

2. Good teeth- no aches or cavities

3. Eyes that can see ( with spectacles)

4. Ears that can hear

5. A good appetite ( almost constantly hungry)

6. Plenty of clean water to drink ( though often forget to get my 8 glasses)

7. Healthy skin

8. An active mind 

9. Busy fingers, ready to type at my keyboard

10. A loving family

11. An indoor cat- so loving and beautiful

12. One mother cat and 5 kittens outside ( whom I have just fed- all kittens looking chubby after I started supplementing their diet)

13. My terrace garden, doing fairly well ( in spite of the intense heat)

14. My computer and keyboard

15. A positive spirit ( which does not give up, despite multiple rejections)

16. A few comments on my posts- new friends made on the net

I have a pretty long list to be thankful for. I read yesterday on a blog by “ Phara Joseph” that one must be grateful even in adversity. For these things are sent to test us. And if we hold on, we will reach our goal and sometimes even surprise ourselves. 

Happy day everyone