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,