Making the “wise” choice.

What would you do? You make the choice! Don’t look for a punch line;  There isn’t one!  Read it anyway. My question to all of you is: Would you have made the same choice?

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves learning disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:

“When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?”

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. “I believe, that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes, in the way other people treat that child.”Then he told the following story:

Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked,”Do you think they’ll let me play?” Shay’s father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

Shay’s father approached one of the boys on the field and asked if Shay could play, not expecting much. The boy looked around for guidance and said, “We’re losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we’ll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.”

Shay struggled over to the team’s bench put on a team shirt with a broad smile and his Father had a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father’s joy at his son being accepted.  In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay’s team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay’s team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible ’cause Shay didn’t even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing the other team putting winning aside for this moment in Shay’s life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least be able to make contact.  The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over, but the pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.

Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the head of the first baseman, out of reach of all team mates.  Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, “Shay, run to first! Run to first!” Never in his life had Shay ever ran that far but made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, “Run to second, run to second!”

Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to second base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball, the smallest guy on their team, who had a chance to be the hero for his team for the first time.  He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher’s intentions and he too intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman’s head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, “Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay”

Shay reached third base, the opposing shortstop ran to help him and turned him in the direction of third base, and shouted, “Run to third! Shay, run to third” As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams and those watching were on their feet were screaming, “Shay, run home! Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the “grand slam” and won the game for his team.

That day, said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world.

Shay didn’t make it to another summer and died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his Father so happy and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

AND, NOW A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY: We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people think twice about sharing. The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.

We all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the “natural order of things.” So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up that opportunity to brighten the day of those with us the least able, and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?

A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it’s least fortunate amongst them.

Be careful, which wolf you feed!

This is the best I have ever heard it explained!!

Two wolves

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.

He said, “My son, the battle is between two “wolves” inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility,kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: “Which wolf  wins?”  The old Cherokee simply replied, “The one you feed.”

This is such deep wisdom put so simply and beautifully. Very inspirational. We all have parts of good, bad and the ugly within us, but it depends solely on us which attitudes we wish should dominate our moods, or outlook.  “WE” choose to brood and drown in self pity, instead of looking at the brighter side of the situation we are in and finding a way out of it with a positive attitude. It is all a matter of choices. “Our” choices. And we have control over those choices. Aptly said, be careful which wolf you feel. I really liked the above tiny story.       Naush    

Not a Maths wizard just mathematical beauty.


Absolutely amazing!

1 x 8 + 1 = 9
12 x 8 + 2 = 98
123 x 8 + 3 = 987
1234 x 8 + 4 = 9876
12345 x 8 + 5 = 98765
123456 x 8 + 6 = 987654
1234567 x 8 + 7 = 9876543
12345678 x 8 + 8 = 98765432
123456789 x 8 + 9 = 987654321

1 x 9 + 2 = 11
12 x 9 + 3 = 111
123 x 9 + 4 = 1111
1234 x 9 + 5 = 11111
12345 x 9 + 6 = 111111
123456 x 9 + 7 = 1111111
1234567 x 9 + 8 = 11111111
12345678 x 9 + 9 = 111111111
123456789 x 9 +10= 1111111111

9 x 9 + 7 = 88
98 x 9 + 6 = 888
987 x 9 + 5 = 8888
9876 x 9 + 4 = 88888
98765 x 9 + 3 = 888888
987654 x 9 + 2 = 8888888
9876543 x 9 + 1 = 88888888
98765432 x 9 + 0 = 888888888

Brilliant, isn’t it?

And look at this symmetry:

1 x 1 = 1
11 x 11 = 121
111 x 111 = 12321
1111 x 1111 = 1234321
11111 x 11111 = 123454321
111111 x 111111 = 12345654321
1111111 x 1111111 = 1234567654321
11111111 x 11111111 = 123456787654321
111111111 x 111111111 = 12345678987654321

Now, take a look at this…


From a strictly mathematical viewpoint:

What Equals 100%?
What does it mean to give MORE than 100%?

Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%?

We have all been in situations where someone wants you to GIVE OVER 100%.

How about ACHIEVING 101%?

What equals 100% in life?

Here’s a little mathematical formula that might help answer these questions:



Is represented as:

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.


H-A-R-D-W-O- R- K

8+1+18+4+23+ 15+18+11 = 98%


K-N-O-W-L-E- D-G-E

11+14+15+23+ 12+5+4+7+ 5 = 96%


A-T-T-I-T-U- D-E

1+20+20+9+20+ 21+4+5 = 100%

THEN, look how far the love of God will take you:

L-O-V-E-O-F- G-O-D

12+15+22+5+15+ 6+7+15+4 = 101%

Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:

While Hard Work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, It’s the Love of God that will put you over the top!

Have a nice day & God bless!!


Earth’s fill of Gold

Allah (swt) says in the Qur’an:
Indeed, those who disbelieve and die while they are disbelievers – never  would the [whole] capacity of the earth in gold be accepted from one of  them if he would [seek to] ransom himself with it. For those there will be  a painful punishment, and they will have no helpers. [Ale Imran: 91]

The word used for the capacity of the earth in this ayah is Mil al-Ard.
Mil‘ is used for the quantity that a vessel holds when it is filled; hence Mil al Ard refers to the quantity/volume/mass/fill of the earth.

Those who die while they are disbelievers, shall have no good deed ever accepted from them, even if they spent the earth’s fill of gold as ransom. How much gold would that amount to? The earth’s fill.

Volume of the earth:
1,083,206,246,123,080,894,852 m3

In words: 1 Septillion, 83 Sextillion, 206 quintillion, 246 trillion, 123 billion,
80 million, 894 thousand, 852 m3

Mass of the Earth = 5.98 x 10^24 kg 
(After 98, you would add 24 more zeros)

Price of one Ounce of Gold = $802.70 USD

Therefore, mass of the earth in Gold is worth = $1.65 x 10^29 USD (27 zeros after 65)

With this money, you could buy yourself:

–   100 Ferrari’s ($168,000 each)
–   The most expensive house in the world ($155 million)
–   A Boeing A380 – huge double decker plane ($300 million)
–   The millennium star diamond (over a $100 million)
–   The international space station ($100 billion)
–   Trip to the moon ($100 million)
And now, you could do this for every single person of the six billion people on earth as well and have spent only 0.000000366 % of your money.

You could have done all this a million times over and still have 97 % of your money left over.

It’s like winning a $200 billion lottery for every second of your life for 65 years.

An absolutely unfathomable amount of money. Does anyone on this planet have this much gold? Can anyone earn this much?

If the disbeliever gave the earth’s fill of gold as ransom, it will not be accepted  from him.

The weight of Imaan is more than Mil al Ard. It’s more valuable. It’s priceless.

Naush’s Handmade Greeting Cards

Almost all of my cards have a three dimensional effect or feel to them.  Unique Embellishments and  charming ribbons are placed to add a touch of personality to each card. Handmade paper is frequently used to enhance the quality and texture. I go to great extents to source my embellishments and handmade paper.   

My cards are truly unique coz even after 300+ cards , I have not repeated a style so far. They are cards full of character, karisma, and individuality. They can all be framed quite easily too.     

I have eye for details and that is reflected in all my creations.

Marriage & Old age; Laughter is the best Medicine


A Doctor was addressing a large audience in Tampa. ‘The material  we put into our stomachs is enough to have killed most of us sitting here years ago. Red meat is awful. Soft drinks corrode your stomach lining. Chinese food is loaded with MSG. High fat diets can be  disastrous, and none of us realizes the long-term harm caused by the germs in our drinking water. But there is one thing that is the most dangerous of all and we all have, or will, eat it. Can anyone here tell  me what food it is that causes the most grief and suffering for years after eating it?’
After several seconds of quiet, a 75-year-old man in the front row raised his hand, and softly said, ‘Wedding Cake.


This old man in his eighties gets up and puts on his coat. His wife says, ‘Where are you going?’ He said, ‘I’m going to the doctor.’And she said, ‘Are you sick?’ ‘No’ he said, ‘I’m going to get me some of those new Viagra pills.’ So his wife gets out of her rocker and puts on  her coat. He said,’ Where are you going?’. She said, ‘I’m going to the doctor, too.’ He said, ‘Why?’ She said, ‘If you’re going to start using that rusty old thing, I’m going to get me a tetanus shot.’

Bob, a 70-year-old, extremely wealthy widower, shows up at the  Country Club with a breathtakingly beautiful and very sexy 25 year-old  blonde who knocks everyone’s socks off with her youthful sex appeal and  charm and who hangs over Bob’s arm and listens intently to his every  word. His buddies at the club are all aghast. At the very first chance,  they corner him and ask, ‘Bob, how’d you get the trophy girlfriend?’ Bob  replies, ‘Girlfriend? She’s my wife!’
They’re knocked over, but continue to ask. ‘So, how’d you  persuade her to marry you?’ ‘I lied about my age’, Bob replies: I told  her I was 90.


One night, an 87-year-old woman came home from Bingo to find her  92-year-old husband in bed with another woman. She became violent and  ended up pushing him off the balcony of their 20th floor apartment,  killing him instantly.  Brought before the court, on the charge of murder, she was asked
 if she had anything to say in her own defense. ‘Your Honor,’ she began  coolly, ‘I figured that at 92, if he could screw, he could fly.’

Sad from School.

We plan on moving the kids from their present school. which brings me to the most crucial decision I have always had to face with bringing up my boys … “SCHOOLS”

So far the boys have been going to an american syllabus school for the past 3 years, but I have seen the downside of sending them here. 

  • I wanted them to go to a multicultural school and although most schools do have multicultural ratio of children, perhaps this one had a majority of another. Maybe that worked against the kids.
  • Or Perhaps I have been too hard on them, maybe my discipling them has held them back from standing up for themselves. They get bullied too often.

In my opinion, a school is where a child is taught about the world and taught discipline and taught to respect and is respected. This I feel is the foundation of schooling, now apart from this, ofcourse there are a load of other definitions that apply. Infact I feel the best form of education was that of the Convents, although they are less popular now.  However schooling all over Dubai has become more of major money making business today. There are different brackets of schools but nevertheless “all” schools boast of this that and this and that ,, they promise a great many things yet, its surprising how the rosy dreams disappear alittle after the child begins school.

I place the highest importance on the teacher, coz they influence the child the most, positively and negatively.  

  • Yet it is shocking how little reserach or background check is done on selecting potential candidates for the teaching postions and whats worse is, before the second term so many teachers have moved on or have been thrown out.  
  •  The teaching faculty is never once reminded of what the mission statement of the school is !

For most teachers its just a good time pass, its well worth earning an extra pocket money for just half a day. What most of them dont realize is that we trust our precious children in their care, hoping and trusting that they will be motivated by their (teacher’s) good example ! Pity, very few teachers are geniunely commited.

I really couldnt care less, about how sophisticated the gym is and how large the swimming pool is, or if a school provides horse riding lessons. These are very attractive extra curricular activities which would be great but what about how schools deal with issues of bullying and racism or negligence of staff members or which methods of teaching are used or what kind of punishments are imposed for disciplining !  

One very commom attitude I notice in almost all schools is that NO ONE WANTS TO LISTEN and if you are lucky enough that they are ready to even hear you, then rest assured they are siting there with an invisible shield between them and you, with a defensive attitude.

Your not there complaining .. .. .. You want to work with the school in patnership to bring out the best of your child .. but they have already decided his fate !  ” No we are not at fault .. our teachers havent done anything wrong .. the other child could not have been wrong .. .. I mean,  they dont want to even understand. 

Ofcourse, who else is going to talk on behalf of a 7 year old who is constantly being beaten. You as a parent are his guardian.  But ofcourse then you are accused of being “OVER PROTECTIVE”

My oldest son has been punished from Grade 1 right upto now Grade 4, just becoz he is slow in copying from the white board.  He is so traumatised that it breaks my heart today knowing that this happened only becoz the poor guy is dyslexic and we only found out just recently !!!!!! He could not follow the lines on the white board and hence had such difficulty between, apprehending the word from the board to writing it down. He is very intelligent  and hardworking and has been getting B+ in almost all subjects so far.

But for four years the school does not know and does not “want to ” find out why does he write slow, instead wants to teach him a lesson the hard way, by depriving his breaks, PE classes and yes, to the extent of not letting him have Lunch in class too !! All this to a child who is less that 8 !!

I wanted the school to build his charecter, what have my best wishes bought upon my lovely children.

I have been a teacher although for a short period, my father in law was a professor, my sister in law and her husband are teachers, I dont have anything against teachers, but although we all are human at the end of the day, I just wish to reach out to teachers and tell them that they have a responsibility with each and every child, they play a very large role in their lives and even if a child does not say it or show it, but critisizing a child does hurt him.  WE spend chunks of money on the school but whats more important is that little one sitting in the corner of your class in the second last seat is learning something more important from you than you will ever know, Its not what your teaching, its how your treating him as well, please please teacher, treat them all with respect.  They deserve it.         

I have more to add in this post which I will once I have sought another school for the boys.

The “hard” working husband

Bob works hard at the office but spends two nights each week bowling, and plays golf every Saturday.

His wife thinks he’s pushing himself too hard, so for his birthday she takes him to a local strip club.

The doorman at the club greets them and says, ‘Hey, Bob! How ya doing?’

His wife is puzzled and asks if he’s been to this club before.

‘Oh no,’ says Bob. ‘He’s in my bowling league.

When they are seated, a waitress asks Bob if he’d like his usual and brings over a Budweiser.

His wife is becoming increasingly uncomfortable and says, ‘How did she know that you drink Budweiser?’

‘I recognize her, she’s the waitress from the golf club.

I always have a Bud at the end of the 1st nine, honey.’

A stripper then comes over to their table, throws her arms around Bob, starts to rub herself all over him and says,

‘Hi Bobby. Want your usual table dance, big boy?’

Bob’s wife, now furious, grabs her purse and storms out of the club.

Bob follows and spots her getting into a cab.

Before she can slam the door, he jumps in beside her.

Bob tries desperately to explain how the stripper must have mistaken him for someone else, but his wife is having none of it .

She is screaming at him at the top of her lungs, calling him every 4 letter word in the book.

The cabby turns around and says,

‘Geez Bob, you picked up a real bitch this time.’

Bob’s funeral will be on Friday.

Things You Knew When You Were A Baby But May Have Forgotten

Things You Knew When You Were A Baby But May Have Forgotten
by Jennifer Mally

1.  Everybody should have a favorite blanket.
2.  Fingers and toes are works of art.
3.  Sometimes you should scream just because you can.
4.  Sometimes you just need to roll around on the floor and look at the ceiling.
5.  Never take your next meal for granted.
6.  Every person you meet deserves to be treated with your smile.
7.  It doesn’t matter what your hair looks like, or even if you don’t have any, you’re still cute.
8.  Music is essential to your well being.
9.  Naps work wonders.
10. Days are better if they’re filled with things that sparkle.

A Letter To My Dear Son

This is a beautiful and sad poem written by a mother whos son passed away at a tender age of only 20. I came across it sometime back and felt I needed to share it with you’ll. Its so sad,  

A Letter To My Dear Son
The hardest thing I thought I’d ever have to do
was go through labor and give birth to you…
But it wasn’t.

Then I thought…
The hardest thing I’d ever have to do
was to keep you from harm through the toddler years,
teach you right from wrong,
teach you to love others while showing you I loved you…
But it wasn’t.

Then I thought…
The hardest thing I’d ever have to do
was watch you leave me on your first day of school,
worrying about you,
hoping you’d be all right without me by your side,
reassuring you that I loved you…
But it wasn’t.

Then I thought…
The hardest thing I’d ever have to do
was get you through your younger years,
do all the right things for you,
spend enough time with you,
try to be your friend,
discipline you when I needed to,
worry about you and
never let you forget how very much I loved you…
But it wasn’t.

Then I thought…
The hardest thing I’d ever have to do
was watch you grow into a teen-ager,
help you make the right decisions,
trying to protect you, sometimes being tough on you,
while all along always trying to stay a friend to you,
hoping I was doing what I should for you,
worrying about you all the time,
reminding you how much I loved you…
But it wasn’t.

Then I thought…
The hardest thing I’d ever have to do
was watch you grow into a young man,
teaching you how to get along in the world by yourself,
reminding you that you are never really alone and
seeing you leave home to be on your own,
letting you know I’d always be there for you,
making sure you’d always remember how much you’re loved…
But it wasn’t.

I know what it was…
The hardest thing I ever had to do
was open the door to your room,
to have to see your body lying still,
wanting for you to smile at me and knowing you couldn’t,
wanting you to get up and talk to me, and tell me you were O.K.
But it didn’t happen.

The hardest thing I ever had to do was to live without you,
my times with you were over.

The hardest thing I ever had to do was say good-bye to you, my son,
though you were so young, only twenty,
I have so many memories of our times together and
I’ll never forget how much you changed my life,
how much you meant to me and how much I loved you.

Forever and Always,


I did the Macarena with a pickle because I’m Awesome .. .. ..

Sometimes, just when I’m about to ask my friends to stop forwarding e-mails, a forwarded message lands in my Inbox that amuses me. Sometimes, there’s a real winner in there. For instance, I recently received a forwarded message from a childhood friend. I almost didn’t open it because a message with the title “I licked a monster because Big Bird told me to and he’s my leader…” – even from a known address – is quite suspect. It’s a silly exercise, really, but it seems to be universally enjoyable. 

So here it is. Copy and paste into an e-mail send it to your friends with a subject line created from the criteria – corresponding phrases.

Pick the month you were born:
January–I kicked
February–I loved
March—I karate chopped
April—-I licked
May—-I jumped on
June—-I smelled
July—-I did the Macarena With
August—I had lunch with
September-I danced with
October–I sang to
November–I yelled at
December–I ran over

Pick the day (number) you were born on:
1—a birdbath
2—a monster
3—a phone
4—a fork
5—a snowman
6—a gangster
7—my cell phone
8—my dog
9—my best friend’s boyfriend
10—my neighbor
11—my science teacher
12—a banana
13—a fireman
14—a stuffed animal
15—a goat
16—a pickle
17—your mom
18– -a spoon
19— a smurf
20—a baseball bat
21—a ninja
22—Chuck Norris
23—a noodle
24—a squirrel
25—a football player
26—my sister
27—my brother
28—an iPOD
29—a surfer
30—a llama
31—A homeless guy

Pick the color of shirt you are wearing:
White—because I’m cool like that
Black—because that’s how I roll.
Pink—-because I’m NOT crazy.
Red—-because the voices told me to ..
Blue—-because I’m sexy and I do what I want
Green—because I think I need some serious help.
Purple—because I’m AWESOME!
Gray—-because Big Bird said to and he’s my leader.
Yellow–because someone offered me 1,000,000 dollars
Orange—because my family thinks I’m stupid anyway.
Brown—because I can.
Other—because I’m a Ninja !
None—-because I can’t control myself .

Now type out the sentence you made in the subject line and send it to your friends. Don’t forget to send it back to the person that sent it to you!

The blind boy

Have a Blessed Day

A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which said: “I am blind, please help.” There were only a few coins in the hat.
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A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around, and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words.

Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, “Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?”
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The man said, “I only wrote the truth. I said what you said but in a different way.”
What he had written was: “Today is a beautiful day and I cannot see it.”

Do you think the first sign and the second sign were saying the same thing?

Of course both signs told people the boy was blind. But the first sign simply said the boy was blind. The second sign told people they were so lucky that they were not blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?
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Moral of the Story: Be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively.

Invite others towards good with wisdom. Live life with no excuse and love with no regrets. When life gives you a 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith and drop the fear.

Great men say, “Life has to be an incessant process of repair and reconstruction, of discarding evil and developing goodness…. In the journey of life, if you want to travel without fear, you must have the ticket of a good conscience.”

The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling…

And even more beautiful is, knowing that you are the reason behind it!!!

Women Should Not Have Children After 35!

Women Should Not Have Children After 35!

This is one of those controversial statements
But I fully stand behind it.

Women should not have children after 35!

I strongly believe that I can back up this statement with sound 
psychological, medical, and financial data.

Some say, “Of course women can have children after 35!” 

They don’t know what they are talking about and I can guarantee 
they have had very little experience in the matter.

I don’t care what the doctor says.
I don’t care what your friends say.
I don’t even care what your pastor says.

Women should not have children after 35!

I don’t advise it, I vehemently recommend against it, and loudly 
and even at times rudely tell people “don’t even consider it.”

You can quote me on this. If you want to say that 
the writer of said it, then so be it. 

I said it.

And I said it more than once. 

“Women should not have children after 35!”

Some will send rude e-mails proclaiming the freedom of the womb
but I still stand by what I said.

You may disagree with me, that’s your right. 
I still stand firm on the issue.

With most things I keep an open mind but not on this issue. 

If I find an exception to this rule, 
then I will be open to change but for now, 
it’s firmly closed because I have never seen an exception.

Women should not have children after 35!

35 children are enough!

This was a lesson in jumping to conclusions.

Learn to get the facts first.





Are you a mom ?

1. You count the sprinkles on each kid’s cupcake to make sure they’re equal.
2. You have time to shave only one leg at a time.

3. You hide in the bathroom to be alone.

4. Your kid throws-up and you catch it.

5. Someone else’s kid throws up at a party. You keep eating.

7. As you cling to the high moral ground on toy weapons; your child chews his toast into the shape of a gun.

8. You hope ketchup is a vegetable, since it’s the only one your child eats.

9. You find yourself cutting your husband’s sandwiches into cute shapes.

10. You hear your mother’s voice coming out of your mouth when you say, “NOT in your good clothes!”

11. You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.

12. You donate to charities in the hope that your child won’t get that disease.

13. You hire a sitter because you haven’t been out with your husband in ages, then spend half the night checking on the kids.

14. You use your own saliva to clean your child’s face.

15. You say at least once a day, “I’m not cut out for this job”, but you know you wouldn’t trade it for anything.”


Another day another fudge ..

I’m already dreading that the holidays are coming to an end. Barely 3 weeks more to go ! These days the boys and I sleep only past 4 in the morning,  well actually I sleep only around 6 !!!!!   almost around the time, DH sets his wake up call. I find the best thing about being me and now, is that I can get up when I want to ! The boys are up by noon or later and straight down Playing PS2, they make it a point to shut my door close so that I dont hear their quarrels !  Discipline and schedules are siting on the back burner for now .. let them just be carefree children, wasting their time infront of the TV or just doodling around .. there is enough stress in their lives once school reopens .. I dont want to push them into any study frames or homework frames right now ..    But just the thought of School. homework, classes, pick and drops, school runs  and ofcourse my work !! Thats goina be so tiring, thinking of it is already stressing me out !!

We live in such a stressful age and time ! We are so bound by the clock, we have just forgotten how to live without schedules and routines .. mornings are stressful, afternoons, we are struggling between meals,study time, and what not  and after dinner your almost ready to collapse !   I remember seeing this movie about Tom Hanks, who was a representative of Fedex , who’s plane crashes into the ocean somewhere and he is stuck on an island for a couple of years without any one, not even animals .. and he has to survive !  Brilliant Movie and as always excellent performance by Tom Hanks. That movie was a real eye opener, It reminded me too, how we slot our day into so many quarters that any change of time or schedule upsets the who cycle .. there are just so many things to be done and just so few hours in a day .. atleast for a mother the day is very short. We have to slow down.. we have to learn to enjoy the simple small things. We have so much to be thankful for and yet we are so absorbed in the mundane issues of daily existence ! We take almost everything for granted .. and whin about all the delays in life … Why .? ….. …. …..  why not make just a small change at a time and teach that to our children too .. THEY ARE naturally following everything we do, including,  taking after our attitudes too. We have to slow down and relax. Look around us and each day be great ful for what we have and what we can achieve.    A good thought should never be left in the back seat, greet it, introduce it to others. Much cheer comes from it.  


I did a food festival today… We make pooris, Kheer, Potato curry, lentils and rice and yes, Lassi to wash it all down ! The boys got a special treat today, I baked chocolate fudge .. .. Bilal was in wonderland and Sawaab was drooling all the way with the sauce .. These small treats gives such a satisfaction, I baked after ages, infact eversince we moved here, the oven has just been used as storage ! 


The sign below is so true and close to me .. all my three boys are closely placed .. age wise so that I remember for years till just a few months back, I could never lock the bathroom door, for mainly the fear that some accident could happen to the boys and now when finally I have started locking the door, I always get to see the tiny fingers crawling underneath the door or somehow it is always exactly at that moment that my middle son ‘HAS’ to tell me about something that is “higly important”, my older son has to slip his “mona lisa under the door and ofcourse the youngest could go on complaining about the others right upto the time I came out !! whats weird is that somehow all of them seem to just forget all the pressing matters of “high importance” as soon as I am out.  This post below absolutely fits my profile. I just had to have it in my blog !