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Being Thankful…

This week’s Top Sites Tuesday meme through BlogDumps is to write about three things that I am thankful for. This is going to be a hard one given that I am extremely thankful for so many things in and about my life (I gather some of you are shocked given my cynical whinges ever so often??)

If I had to narrow it down to 3 things it would have to be the following:

My parents: I am so thankful to have them. Yes, while growing up my sis and I thought they were horrible and awful (like each and every one of us does!) But they trusted us. They were never abusive like some parents out there. They provided us with the basics…and more. They encouraged us. They supported us on the paths we wanted to take. And they continue to do so… [My sis too is someone I am thankful for…and she has been extremely supportive too…]

Having a job: I know my work can be stressful and I’ve complained more than once. But I don’t think I have ever mentioned how grateful I am to be working in a field I love. To have that job to pay my bills. To have that job that helps me keep a roof over my head. To have that job that puts food on my table. To have that job where I feel fulfilled. To be doing something I want to do. And to be able to make a difference in at least one child or adolescent’s life…

My friends: I am not an extroverted person. But once I make friends, I aim to keep them for life. I am fortunate to have made some amazing friends through school, college and now here at uni. And they are still there. Yes, the distance in terms of kilometres has grown, but we still make an effort to keep in touch. I am so grateful to have friends that have stuck by me through good times and through the shitty times. Yes, I have had a fallout with a couple but others are still around.

So there you go…three things that I am truly thankful for.

What are you thankful for? Do share.

Until next time,


Memorable Memories

This is one meme that may take a while. Ever since I was tagged by Smita, I’ve been thinking about my childhood and trying to figure out which memories to write about. 25 years feels a long time (Those of you over 25, don’t have a go at me…). I’m going to try and see how much I can remember…and how much I want to share…

All By Myself:
Until I was about 5 years, my family and I lived in this little place in Oman. Unfortunately, this place was so tiny, it didn’t have a school. So I went to India to do my junior and senior kindergarten years. Mum and I would go to India and live with her parents while I attended school. Dad was still working in Oman. Anyway, the one thing I remember vividly is travelling by aeroplane all by myself when I was 3 years and some months. My mum joined my dad when I still had school and I was being looked after by my grandparents. Anyway, to cut a long story short, in the school holidays I was to rejoin my parents in Ibra and so my grandparents dropped me off at the airport under the care of this airhostess and I flew from Bombay to Oman by myself while my parents picked me up at the other end. I still remember all the attention I got from the air hostesses. I remember getting stuff to colour in, getting chocolates, having a window seat and basically being spoilt rotten. It pays to travel by yourself as a child! 😉

Halloween Horror:
I think it was when I was about 7 or 8. Three friends and I in Salalah decided to go trick or treating. I dressed up as a clown and we were to meet up at one of my friend’s place. It was pretty dark and the four of us started walking towards the back of her house to take the short cut to the other houses. It was pretty dark and since it was a narrow path, we were walking in a line. The next thing I know, we hear this dog barking. Now, one thing you must know is that dogs were banned in Salalah and someone said this was a rabid dog. So we screamed and started running back towards her house. And then…I tripped. And I screamed because I thought the dog was going to maul me. But it didn’t. I vaguely remember it coming close to us but my friend’s mum came out and I think the light scared it off. Funnily enough, you would think I’d have been scarred by that incident but I still love dogs.

Memorable MemoriesFootball Fanatic:
Some of my memorable childhood days in Salalah were spent riding my bike, swimming, going to the beach and most importantly, playing football (or soccer as most of you may know it as). I started playing socially with some of the bigger boys where we lived. I think that was because my friend’s older brother was one of those boys. Two incidents stand out vividly of my football prowess. One was when I was goalie. Picture this: tiny 6 year old girl. (And yes, I was tiny…I’m 5 feet now, so you can imagine what I was like at 6!). And then there’s this boy who is 11 or 12 and on the bigger side…he runs..he shoots the ball towards the goal…and me (trying to be heroic) I jump up to stop it…and I do. But…it hits me wham right on my tummy. And I cry. But only for a bit because everyone reminded me of my awesome save! The other incident was the tiny me tackling the ball and managing to steal it from a much bigger guy…wait for it…but running under his legs. Yes…he was very tall. And the other boys didn’t let him forget that incident easily. How a little 6 year old girl managed to steal the ball from him.

Riding Adventures:
I loved my bike. And more importantly, loved riding with my friends. I still remember how we would all wake up around 6 in the morning during the summer holidays in India and then ride around our suburb. We would try out different routes to ‘explore’ the area. Sometimes during the extremely hot days, we would bring 2 rupees and buy one of those ice lollies. My bike was a big part of my life…until I was around 14. And then, for some reason, I just stopped. I regret it now. And I would love to buy me a bike now to ride around and explore.

Bollywood obsession:
I was obsessed with Shahrukh Khan. Especially after Kabhi Haan, Kabhi Naa andDilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge. A close friend and I were so obsessed we would repeat the dialogues from the movies and try and enact it too. When I think back now all I can say is: What the fuck was I thinking???! Luckily this obsession ended around age 12 when cricket took over.

Cricket Crazy:
My journey with cricket is a huge part of my adolescence. I still remember in the 1996 world cup telling my dad I didn’t understand this “stupid game” and that nothing would possess me to watch it. Following that, and seeing the Aussies (Steve and Mark Waugh being my first favourites), I probably followed cricket even more than my dad. And annoyed the rest of the family with it of course. My love for cricket translated into playing with friends in the evenings as well as playing socially at school. There were no teams for girls and so I never did play the game as ‘professionally’ as I would have liked to. But I continued to play until coming here to Australia. Yes. Until I was 21. I was fanatical about following matches as well. While at school, some of us would constantly try and get score updates (I can’t remember how though, given that we didn’t have mobile phones!) 1999 was great because I watched every single game of the World Cup since my Year 10 exams were finished. Unfortunately, it’s due to that I also put on oodles of weight. Watching cricket, eating chips and not doing anything active leads one to become fat. Wish I’d known that back then!

Scrabbling along:
My sister and I had some great moments together despite our fights early on. During adolescence, we got closer and Scrabble was one of the games we absolutely loved. I initially loved it because she was easy to beat. She is after all, 5 years younger than me! But as she improved, we still continued to enjoy the game and the giggles that came along with it. There were a lot of other board games too and I still remember how we’d play on a hot Sunday arvo or during the summer holidays in the arvo when mum was taking a nap. Ah, those were the days.

City Life:
After the Year 10 exams (age 15), my friends and I went to the city (South Bombay) by ourselves for the very first time to watch ‘You’ve got mail’. The movie was my idea and it was a huge thing for us travelling all the way by ourselves. And I for one was nervous. Not because of the travel. But because I worried about them liking the movie! I still remember not being able to relax until the intermission because I kept thinking “What if they hate the movie…it will be my fault“. And yes, I know I take on a lot of responsibility for things I don’t need to! It’s funny to think though, that that was my first time into the city and some weeks after that I joined a college in South Bombay resulting in me travelling a whole hour each way from my suburb to the city for 5 years. It became a part of my life…

And that’s about it. It’s not that I don’t have other memories. I have several. Some good. Some not-so-good. At this time though, this is how much I feel like sharing. It’s my life. And I’m satisfied with it.

I would like to tag the following people to share their childhood memories:
Legal Alien
Matt Parker
Miss Carly

And of course, any one else that would like to share…

Until next time,


Happily Ever After

I don’t know how many of you heard this news which is a bit old now. The BBC decided to change the end of the nursery rhyme Humpty Dumpty to ‘made Humpty happy again’ instead of ‘Couldn’t put Humpty together again’. They also changed Little Miss Muffet’s ending to her and the spider becoming friends. (I’m surprised they didn’t change ‘Jack and Jill’ as well)

The reason: The original endings are too harsh and horrific for children.

What the fuck?!

I don’t remember any of us being traumatised by listening to these nursery rhymes or for that matter, even reading fairy tales that had wicked step mothers and big bad wolves. And why does everything need to have a ‘happily ever after’? And aren’t kids being cotton-woolled (I think I just made up that word) enough? Not only do they not go out and play, get dirty and get hurt, but now they won’t be reading nursery rhymes that will upset them.

Happily Ever AfterAre we going to let kids grow up thinking everything in the world is hunky-dory?

Or are we going to teach them to be friends with spiders (which in Australia is so not advisable!)

Or, better yet, are we telling them that even if they sit on a high wall, they are never going to fall and get hurt? (Because that cotton-wool we are wrapping them up with is going to do it’s job!)

Getting hurt is part of life. Physically and emotionally.

And they need to know that.

Kids need to know that shit happens. But you can deal with it.

By wrapping them up in cotton-wool, how long do we think we can keep them safe?

And how are they going to deal with the shit when it does happen?

Because it will.

And then what? (And don’t say you’ll send them to me to ‘fix’)

Until next time,


Inquiring Minds

Melissa passed on this meme to get to know some of us bloggers a bit better and I think it’s a fantastic idea. Espcially because it doesn’t have the question: What are you wearing!

1. What was your favourite subject at school?
English. It was my absolute favourite. I loved writing compositions (which were like creative writing for me) and it was the only subject I got great marks in during high school. I’ve always loved the intricacies of the language. My writings would just flow and it was probably the only exam where I didn’t spend time thinking and searching my memory banks!

2. Did you have a favourite teacher? What was it about them that you liked?
Yes I did. My Maths teacher (from the 7th till the 10th) and my English teacher (in Years 9 and 10) I liked a couple of my teachers because of their faith and belief in me. I think they believed in me more than I believed in myself. Especially given that in high school, my self esteem was pretty much rock bottom. These two teachers pushed me on. I have even done a post (last year) on some of my favourite teachers.

3. What do you like most about yourself?
My stubborness and goal-oriented attitude. They kinda go together. If it wasn’t for this, I wouldn’t be a psychologist in Australia today. It’s because I was stubborn I rebelled against society’s views about what I should or shouldn’t study. It’s because I was stubborn I followed my head into the Arts field where I found psychology. It’s because I was stubborn and goal-oriented, I followed my dreams to come to Australia. It was because I was stubborn I didn’t listen to people who warned my parents about sending a girl all by herself to a foreign land. It’s because I’m stubborn and goal-oriented, I’m proud of all I’ve achieved.

Inquiring Minds4. Why did you start blogging?
It was initially to keep in touch with family and friends back in Bombay (through Windows Live Spaces) but slowly became a platform to voice my opinions on things around me. So I then decided to switch to blogger and become anonymous and open up the blog to readers around the world. This way, I get to air my opinions and thoughts that are constantly festering in my head…and people out there actually read it! How amazing is that??

5. Can you show us your 5 favourite blog posts?
1. I learnt something today
2. In Remembrance
3. Racial Row
4. On being Normal
5. The English Language – used or abused

6. What do you love most about your partner?
Have none. Thanks for rubbing it in. 😛

7. Next to your husband/partner/significant other/children, who do you speak to most often?
Again. No partner.
And no kids (thank god!)
It’d have to be a couple of friends and my sis, mum and dad.

8. What are your 5 favourite books?
Only 5??? Oh well…here goes
– Malory Towers series by Enid Blyton (I know…I’ve been naughty!)
– To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
– Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling (I know…I’ve been naughty again!)
– My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult
– A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry

9. Do you have a favourite work of art?
There is this one that my sister made…portraits of my parents which she gifted them on their 25th wedding anniversary in 2005. (Oh and she made one of mine too and while it looks great, I don’t like my photos/paintings)

10.If you could live for a year anywhere in the world, where would you choose?
In Adam Gilchrist’s house in Perth with him and without his wife and kids. 🙂 [No, I’m not a stalker] Seriously though, I think I have lived in the place where I wanted to…I always wanted to live in Australia and I have been living here for almost 5 years now.

So that’s it. That’s a bit about me for all the inquiring minds out there. Please do take on this tag if you wish…so that way, my inquiring mind can get to know you a bit more.

Until next time,


If I were a baby again…

Once upon a time there was a girl
A chubby little bub was she
She slept from dusk till morn
And was happy as could be

She was the first born
And the apple of her parent’s eye
Who showered her with love
And heaps of stuffed toys

Her first word was ‘daddy’
Which is a funny story
Because the word she later used
Was ‘uncle’ for her dad in reality

She didn’t cry much
Or at least that’s what her parents thought
Until on some long drives and trips
She wailed and howled non-stop

She was a chubby little thing
Oh so heavy to lift!
It was an amazing feat
For her mum to carry her whilst walking adrift

Most of her hours as a baby
Were spent being fast asleep
The only other important thing
Was eating her favourite foods and peas

25 years on
She wonders what it’d be like
To go back in time
And live that life again

When there was no care in the world
And all she could do was sleep
With people looking after her
And she having absolutely no responsibility

A time with no pressure
No stress, no worry
A time where the biggest thing
Was when to pee and go to the potty

Back to that time where
I was spoilt and loved
And if I wanted anything
I just had to cry for it to come

Life back then was
Nothing short of bliss
Mum, dad and grandparents
To see that nothing was amiss

If I could be a baby again
I’d just ask for one more thing
The ability to think and type
So I could continue blogging!

Until next time,



I am currently on my second glass of red wine…it’s Friday night after all. And it’s been a day when I could willingly throw some teenagers off the building.

There is no way I can think of something to blog about so I’m going to go on and do a tag. A while back, I was tagged by Guria for a number of tags and I had previously attempted only one with the intention of using others whenever I suffered from blogger’s block.

Although I am not currently suffering from blogger’s block, I do have tipsy-wine-syndrome…

So here goes…

It’s the HOW DUMB ARE YOU tag. (For the record, I consider myself very intelligent but more on that in another post…)

Dumb...me?The more [x]’ s the “dumber” you are.

[x] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were talking

[ ] Gum has fallen out of your mouth when you were NOT talking

[x] You have run into a glass/screen door

[x] You have jumped out of a moving vehicle

[x] You have thought of something funny while walking by yourself

[x] Laughed, then watched people give you weird looks

So far: 5

[ ] You have run into a tree/bush.

[x] You know that it IS possible to lick your elbow

[ ] You have tried to lick your elbow… a few times

[ ] You never knew that the Alphabet and Twinkle Twinkle Little star have the same rhythm.

[ ] You just tried to sing them.

So far: 6

[ ] You have tripped on your shoelace and fallen.

[ ] You have choked on your own spit .

[ ] You have seen the Matrix and still don’t get it.

[x] You’ve never seen the Matrix.

[ ] You type only with two fingers.

So far: 7

[ ] You have accidentally caught something on fire

[ ] You tried to drink out of a straw, but it went into your nose/eyes.

[ ] You have caught yourself drooling.

[ ] You have fallen asleep in class and fell outta your chair

So far: 7

[ ] Sometimes you just stop thinking

[x] You are telling a story and forget what you were talking about

[ ] People often shake their heads and walk away from you

[ ] You are often told to use your “inside voice”.

[ ] You use your fingers to do simple math

So far: 8

[ ] You have eaten a bug

[ ] You are taking this test when you should be doing something more important

[x] You have put your clothes on backwards or inside out, and didn’t realize it

[ ] You’ve looked all over for something and realized it was in your hand

[x] You have ran around naked in your house. (What’s so dumb about that?)

So far: 10

[ ] You repost bulletins because you are scared that what they say will happen to you if you don’t.

[ ] You break a lot of things.

[ ] Your friends know not to use big words around you.

[ ] You tilt your head when you’re confused

[ ] You have fallen out of your chair before

So far: 10

[ ] When you’re lying in bed, you try to find pictures in the texture of the ceiling or wall

[x] The word “ummmmm” is used many times a day. (No fair…I’m a psychologist…I have to listen to people and ‘ummm’ is quite common!)

Total: 11/37

I am 11/37 times 100 = 29.75% dumb.

In other words, I’m 70% smart. Good reframe, huh? (FYI, I think I’m more than 70% smart)

Feel free to take on the tag if you wish!

Until next time,


Book Review: One moment in time

Jack Barrett is on the way with his friend Travis on rainy November night to celebrate the latter’s birthday. On their way, they meet with an accident: a truck runs a red light and rams into their car. This moment in time changes Jack’s life forever. With a whole new outlook on life, Jack quits his job, travels overseas, meets the love of his life Maggy, adopts a little girl Ana with her, and grows on to be a leader with many achievements. However, in the end, you begin to question: what is reality and what is a dream?

The book started off in a promising manner for me but then just lost me mid-way. With Jack being so good and so selfless, he was unrealistic. And then his achievements…well, they were like a Hollywood movie. He saves people during an earthquake, becomes governor even though he doesn’t run for office, then becomes president, manages to stop terrorists who have attacked America, brings peace between the Iranians and the Palestinians.

Book Review: One moment in time

It was not very believable. The ending didn’t grip me either. It left me with a “what the…” feeling. In fact, the ending was one that I remember being told during my creative writing classes that should be avoided if possible.

Having said that, it could just be me because on Goodreads, I found many people had rated it between 3 to 5. So I’m not sure if I’m missing something. You can find out for yourself by entering the giveaway of this book which is coming up.

Until next time,


In a Word

Basically every answer has to be just one word.

1.Where is your mobile phone? Bedroom
2.Your hair? Long
3.Your mother? Inspiration
4.Your father? Mentor
5.Your favorite food? Indian
6.Your dream last night? Strange
7.Your favorite drink? Coffee
8.Your dream/goal? Contentment
9.What room are you in? Lounge
10.Your hobby? Blogging
11.Your fear? Loss
12.Where do you want to be in 6 years? CAMHS
13.Where were you last night? Fitness
14.Something that you aren’t? Arrogant
15.Muffins? Chocolate!
16.Wish list item? $Million$
17.Where did you grow up? Salalah-n-Bombay
18.Last thing you did? Ate
19.What are you wearing? Nothing (Yes, I’m sick of this question and figured I could be scandalous!)
20.Your TV? HDTV
21.Your pets? Mr.Fishy
22.Friends? Anchors
23.Your life? Awesome
24.Your mood? Inquisitive 
25.Missing someone? Yes
26.Vehicle? Toyota
27.Something you’re not wearing? Everything
28.Your favourite store? Borders
29.Your favorite color? Black
29.When was the last time you laughed? Today
30.Last time you cried? Sunday
31.Your best friend? Sis
32.One place that you go to over and over? Newtown
33.One person who emails me regularly? More
34.Favorite place to eat? Tamanas

Feel free to take on the tag if you wish…

Until next time,


Dream on — home sweet home

If time/location/money/the rest of the world didn’t matter, where would you live? What would your house look like? Find pictures ofyour dream home. What would the rooms look like? How would you furnish them? is it a beach house? Mountainside? Huge backyard, or small courtyard? Farm or suburbia? Apartment overlooking the Eiffel tower or rustic farmhouse in Tuscany. Is there a tree with a swing on it? Do you have a fireplace, mantle covered in photos? Is it a morroccan themed home/asian? Minimalist/shabby chic? Design your perfect home for us. Find pictures online and dream away.

So I get to design my own home!

Location – I have always been a city girl and love it. So my home would be located in Sydney somewhere down in the Sutherland shire area with water views. Water views are very important. It doesn’t have to be a beach but a riverside view would do too.

The House – I grew up in an apartment and was perfectly happy with it. I have no problems with apartments except it’s difficult to keep dogs as pets. Hence, my dream home would be a house. I’d prefer a single level house made of red brick. I am a sucker for the red-brick look. It is an amazing and even elegant look if I may say so. Maybe something like this.

Dream on --- home sweet home

The Interior – I am not too fussed about desginer stuff. It would be minimalistic in that I am not into flowery stuff or fluff. My house will have 3 bedrooms one with an ensuite, a living room, a dining room, a fabulous kitchen, a laundry, a patio at the back and one bathroom. One of the bedrooms will be my study/library. It will have my psychology books as well as my books on fiction and non-fiction. My furniture will be teak (or imitation teak) and the house will have floorboards.

I love the space and the open plan of this living room. I would however change the furniture around to something in teak. And of course, would have a TV.

The bathroom will be a mix of the two pictures here. I love the black coloured tiles but want both a shower and a bathtub.

This is what the master bedroom will look like and will also have mirrored built-in robes and an ensuite.

This room will be my haven…books from floor to ceiling and wall to wall. A study desk in the middle. All mine 🙂

The Backyard – I hate gardening. So my backyard will have just a small veggie patch and will instead be paved with seating and enough space to hold a barbie. Oh, and enough space for my mini foxie to roam around in.
So this is my dream house all for myself and for friends and family when they visit. What do you reckon? To check out other dreams houses, visit BlogThis for more…

And what would your dream house be like?

Do share…

Until next time,


Out of my Comfort Zone

My review on this book by Steve Waugh— quite amazing actually! Without being biased (since I am a Steve Waugh fan and have the greatest respect for the guy), it is an interesting read into his life as a cricketer and a person — a husband, a father, a friend, a brother, a son.

While he does have connections with India which he has written about a bit (Udayan, a home for girls with leprosy, for those who are unaware), I also realised that I have connections with him! Hehe…it’s not just that I’m in Sydney…but…I’m living in the suburb next to where he spent his childhood. I’ve never had a high opinion of these suburbs in Bankstown but they went up in my estimation now that I know Steve Waugh spent a great portion of his life here. I think that’s something considering this is the first cricketer I liked since I watched the game and that never ended even though he’s retired!

He’s written about how difficult it was to inform a team-mate who was also a friend that he had been dropped. I think I could understand his predicament in that when you are in a position where you are a sort of mediator between individuals who are your friends and a higher authority (like managers), you have to in many cases do what the management tells you. In doing so, you risk a barrier in the friendship. On the other hand, if you piss of management for the sake of friends, well — good-bye job!!!

I think Tugga was one of the biggest reasons the Aussie team is what it is today. He in many ways made the guys believe in themselves and these were the guys handed on to Ricky Ponting. I’d hate to see the current Aussie team retire (Gilly, McGrath, Marto, Langer, Hayden) and I can only wonder about how competitive they will still be. Of course, on the bright side, they will hopefully still have Punter, Clarkey, Lee, Hussey and some of the other guys.

Anyway, once again, I’d recommend Steve Waugh’s book to cricket lovers — which I guess means none of my friends !!!

Till next time,