wandering mind

Browsing around my pictures folder on my computer found these: January: February:somewhere in DC March: Meghana's birthday April: Blossoms on my peach tree May: Dia with her cheerleading trophy June: Meghana graduating 5th grade July: Neeraj getting attacked with his birthday cake August: Ocean City September: Found surprise flowers in a corner of my garden where I didn't plant anything. October: Dad's birthday November: I voted December: Meghana on violin and Diya on viola : Holiday Rock Orchestra Goodbye 2008. Welcome 2009.

I am a cheerful-happy-glass-half-full person - or so I tell myself. "It is not what happens to you, it is your reaction to what happened which matters" I know all that - as a matter of fact I often preach that. Let me recount what happened today. I left work around 2:30 - I had one last gift to buy. I went to a shopping plaza where just getting into the parking lot took forever. I started to get irritated. Why am I doing this? Why did we start celebrating Christmas? I am a Hindu for crying out loud - I don't need to be part of this madness that Christmas has become. If I was going to adopt Christmas, why couldn't I adopt the non-commercial aspect of it? Well, I make it into the store after finding the last ever parking spot way at the end. I roam around and it is a madhouse in there as well. Apparently there are many others who have a few last thing left to do. After wandering around for a while, I finally find a perfect thing. I am happy. The line at the cash registe...

Sometimes a story takes you by the hand, makes you sit down with it and surrounds you with its warmth and wonder. It feels like a warm quilt that you don't want to get out of on a cold winter morning. That is how I feel reading A tree grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith. Has anyone else read this book? I am only at the beginning of it, but I love it already.

I saw your fury turn red from yellow You stared me down unflinching from your high perch I stopped dead in my tracks I lowered my eyes and waited uneasy in this forced stillness waited for an eternity for the red anger to subside and then the light turned green I sped away on my merry way :)

I was sitting in my study and my dogs were running around in the room next door. I was trying to capture them running on my camera - it somehow ended up looking like a ghost :)

My daughter just taught me a new word : kirigami. Apparently, when you are folding paper to create a form it is origami, but when you make cuts on paper, it is kirigami. Here is thanksgiving based kirigami on our kitchen door.

What happens when you let your kid decide how much bubble bath soap to pour in the bath? a squeaky clean kid :)