Living in The world of Fools!

Beep this and beep that!

Is it necessary to use some words which are very inappropriate?
I have come across many people who use some words which really ticks me off, I mean it's good to know that they are angry or very angry at some people or things..it's ok for them to express their feelings in some communication portals such as Facebook, twitter, etc. But it's useless to use foul languages as their status. What are they really trying to express?? That they know some words that can't be found in the modern or even ancient dictionaries? or is it that they are very daring to use those sort of languages out in public?? or are they trying to show us that they are out-going, smart and better than other people?
You know what I think of those people who publish their status with full of cusses and foul languages? They are right down STUPID!! They are pretty much wrong about the society and the people they have added as friends. Only the true friends will stop them from publishing such feelings. It shows that they don;t care about others which may be good sometimes, 'coz you know what they say about ignoring....yes..'ignorance is a bliss', but that doesn't mean that you have to be an ignoramus while typing those such foul words.
If you really want to express your anger, why not say like.."I'm so angry, I almost look like an erupting volcano" or "I'm so angry that a baby can see smoke coming out of my ears"..well there's lots of ways that you can express your anger, sadness..in short your feelings..be more creative about the ways that you can express your feelings without hurting other people. When you use foul languages, you are not only giving other people who you call friends, an idea that you lack in graciousness, but you are also making use of those words as your hide-out from the real world. Like some people who use guns and big weaponry machines for mass destruction, those who are making use of foul languages, their usage of those words have become a tool for mass destruction. Of course, it may not blow up the field or houses but man!! it can blow up someone's mind to the point where they start becoming violent!
To Be Continued

Basketball Competition! What a day it was.

My heart started racing..my knees got weaker and weaker...but somewhere within me told me that whatever happens ..it happens for a GOOD reason.
Thus, I prepared myself for the action!
Well, the day started really well...coool brezze on my apple-ish cheeks and Jason Mraz's songs in my heart.
Just after the Prefect and announced the usual Happy news and that is - Time for Dispersal..yeah..just like dispersal in Plants. Anyway, I took permission from Ma'am to go to my Sister's class Vc, I just wanted to give all my guides and my charts, as I was staying back for the Basketball Competition.
I went to her class, and Gosh, there class must be the most colorful one, and well, I told them to prey for me, for Aries house to win the match. And, most of them said they would and I knew that they would.
So, there I was with my two best Friends Andy and Isha, from the same class and the same House (Aries), we looked at every other members from the different houses...shuddering a bit coz they were as tall as Amazon, and we? Well...we were like neutral.
We saw each house members, well most of the house, ok only one house members discussing about the game, and even we though to do the same and we did.

I stood on the field where after few seconds I would be huffing and puffing just to get the ball and to basket it.
I went for the Second half and let others go, as I wanted to see the other House members play, how they worked and played. I wanted to have a match with Leo House (Yellow) and we actually did got to play.
The first half which was for 5 minutes, our team weren't able to basket, but the other team did.
So it was my time to go, that was the second half. I did came to know what their ways were...and I was indeed nervous like a butterfly as she comes out from her cocoon . But, as I got the ball.....the ball....really made me more confident and a little less nervous which was good for us and well..not so good for the other team...hehehhe...
We played really played..and this time B-A-S-K-E-T......and there was a moment...we got to baskets and one of 'em was by yours truly, Me!!
***Prrrreeeep!!! went Betty ma'am 's whistle and the time was out but we had our smiles on, well there was a reason to have so. We had won the first match and now we had wait and watch the other team play and whomever wins would play with us for the 1ST and 2ND place.
We waited eagerly..like lionesses waiting eagerly for their prey to come by.
It was our time, we discussed every way and path to defend, attack and everything except of course Nothing!
As usual I went only during the second half, but one of our team mate needed a break and so I went as a substitute and played for sometime and BASKET!!!!!! we finally got our one basket against Tauraus....and ..Prrrrrrrrrrrreeep!!!
And the second half...I went more confident as I ever was. Now, we knew that can win with the best sportswomanship. And ...for sometime, it looked as if no one could basket...but then, we did it again....Hurarrarrahhh!!!
Time's up!
We won the game, that means we ARIES had come to 1st place. We played really well and all we looked was getting the game going smoothly and winning.
It had to be the best moment of our life, you would think! And, guess what! It was.
The only worst thing that happened was well...I kinda passed the ball to our teammate but not the hands rather on her face...it was an accident..the ball came to my hand and all I could see were clouds of green and red, and I just pushed the ball to whoever close I was. I apologized to her A.S.A.P
But, the best part has to be, when she said this has happened before, that is she had been hurt many times when someone passed the ball. Now, I was sad for her coz I know how much it really hurts when the ball hist on your face and that too BASKETBALL.
Well, I was glad as well, as I wasn't the first person to passed the ball on the wrong turn and surely I wasn't going to be the last, I wish I was.
Well, we all had one wonderful day..yeah..with lotta sweat, huffing and puffing...
I came home..so eager to announce the result of our hardwork even though we hadn't practiced much, hadn't even touched the ball for ages...but guess life's full of surprises and so is our abilities. But, that devilish smile I had on me, to trick my brother in thinking that we had lost. And, I switched off my victorious smile and told him that we had unfortunately lost. But, my soul could no longer hold the victory yell so YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! I yelled out and well..he realized that we had won.
I did my victory dance and had my victory meal...French friess and saladddd.
Yumm...the meal and the sweet soul of victory...it's gooood!

I am tired! Tired of watching the NEWS, listening to the NEWS.....
Why?
In this so called MODERN DAY, NEWS show the exact meaning of the phrase " NO NEWS IS GOOD NEWS".
Every channel that I switch ( the NEWS channel, D'uh) on to, all I see is ...well...not so good news.
These NEWS in fact makes me feel HELPLESS....you'll know why, after you finish reading this and switch on the NEWS channels.


The recent news that I watched showed a Lady who was in labor, who was about to give birth to a baby, just because she couldn't afford a 1000 bucks, she was not allowed to be admitted, fortunately she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl BUT unfortunately on a doorway of that hospital and the baby died....after some time, in such a pain, the had been Mother a few minutes before her newly born daughter passed way, lay down on the road outside the hospital, lying in nothing but the naked road with crowds of people starring at her, some trying to fight with those doctors and nurses, and some just stood there as if nothing had happened, it seemed to me that there eyes had been blinded by their own coward-ness.


My heart went to that poor lady who stretched out laying and crying but not able to move....What if my or your mother was in her place? What if?...Thinking about that question only makes us more humble towards the life we are living with our family we are sharing.
What if we were in her place? What would we do? How would we feel? I know what I'd do, I know what I'd feel....HURT, ANGER...HATRED towards my own poverty and Karma for not being born with a silver spoon in my mouth. But, it's not her fault that she was born not in the bed of roses but in the bed of tattered clothes.


The next channel, I switched on, was showing a Young 19 year old boy, being carried in a slander thin bed covered white. His family, his mother beating her bosoms, for she has lost not just another family member but a SON. I may feel just a percent of what she felt, because I am not in her shoes and I dare n't be, either, because when I saw her teary eyes, all I could do was pray to God and hope that all was just but a mere joke, he would wake up and wish his tired eyed mother "April Fool"....
But Alas!..No, he didn't wake up,nor did their cries stopped.....it went on till the commercial break of that Channel.


I could go on, coz all this stuff is GOING on. And it is making me more helpless, weak, coz I was and I still am unable to do anything, to help them from their misery, to take their sorrows, poverty, away.
I don't want to see a little INNOCENT CHILD hang on to his mother with his body so weak, so weak that, it makes my heart seem so inhumane to throw bits and pieces of food, and somewhere across these lands of Modern Technology, THERE ARE people who are way less fortunate, who are so suffering, who don't even have a single fist of food to erase their hunger, no clean water, and not even a fully produced cloth, and no not even a proper safe roof...nor cleaner environment TO LIVE.
If you think I am joking, then....GOD, help you.


I think I might have done some thing wrong in my life, so as to suffer now, even just by watching a Tele, I am like a statue, unable to move, stuck there for people to admire. I am just waiting for a day to complete my education and straight go to those who are in need of help.
But their are people like you who are doing their best to end this in every way possible, to them I thank from the bottom of my heart, coz you have inspired us all.

Animals need help as well. Be their voice. Poor people need us, let's be their family who can depend on.
No matter where we come from, no matter who we are, let's just not forget those innocents who need our help, not only mine or not only yours but together, OURS.
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~HEAL THE WORLD, MAKE IT BETTER PLACE FOR YOU AND FOR ME AND FOR THE ENTIRE WORLD~

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I wrote this note on Tuesday, July 14, 2009 at 11:04pm in another site.

Recession!
It's certainly and fortunately seasonal, that is not annual. If it were, then, well, we'd never know.
What is recession? That is the question, maybe some of us know by-heart and few of us have a single idea about it, maybe because we keep on saying that we'll check the meaning of 'Recession" a little later on, and then there it goes.....it starts pending, well for better or for worse.

Ok, now to those of you who keep the work for tomorrow, here's the wiki meaning of Recession--->
''In economics, a recession is a general slowdown in economic activity over a sustained period of time, or a business cycle contraction. During recessions, many macroeconomic indicators vary in a similar way. Production as measured by Gross Domestic Product (GDP), employment, investment spending, capacity utilization, household incomes and business profits all fall during recessions.''
Well, I had no idea that the meaning meant this until just now that I googled 'Recession' and copy & Pasted it right here, thanks to you because of you reading my notes, have compelled me to learn the real meaning of it.

But, I knew what recession meant, even before...well...just now (wiki, copy & paste stuff), and you might have a bee of question buzzing in your head "how'd she know about it?'

Well, you don't need a scientist to know what on Earth is Recession, seriously you don't. So, here's how I knew about the meaning of it and how'd I got the 3-D visual of it.




Few of my close friends and good friends are not with me, or in my class, forget about being in the same class, they are not in UAE, anymore, not that they have kicked the bucket (Thank God), but because they have returned to their motherland. They went with a piece of broken heart, to leave friends, neighbors, teachers, second home, and the list goes on. It's not that they were sad that they had to go back to their homeland, they were glad, but because they had to go back without fulfilling their aim, their wishes, their vision. My friends aren't the only ones, whose Father or Mother, lost their jobs and sadly had to take the whole life they had been living without any Economical surprises, that somehow touched the rich, the poor, and maybe the poor. Many families had to back from whence they came, leaving behind incomplete Ceaser's life. We all have our own ambition, and we had to stop in the middle of the road we were paving that could have led us to our happy life, our life, from then onwards would be A NEW BEGINNING,.....................AGAIN!




Who didn't suffered? Who aren't still suffering? Even though some people had no hand or leg in it, but still A Global Economic recession does and has and WILL, light the fire out of everybody's nightmare of smoking a green cigarette under the scorching heat of the Sun.


I do believe people from a poor background got hit to the worst by it, people who have work under unorganized sectors, maybe living under the roof of least salary, in some other words people who are working hard to earn their living and to let their kids have a better and brighter future than they did, I know some of 'em , I do salute to those who are still hanging on and still working thrice as hard as they did (FYI-They had been working twice as hard as I could remember), and they are doing everything to keep their family safe and to complete the one others had to unfortunately leave incomplete. I salute them and hug them.
We may not see it but God, the tensions of " we never know what tomorrow might bring us" follows them like the stars would follow the night.

Some says it had ended (if it has.....change can/ cannot be seen? Its you to see, as its different for everyone).


For me..still working on it....


But, we should be Grateful for we have got the things that sweeps our tensions away, our fear for our unknown and unseen forecast of our future that never comes in the future but in the present. People who easily gets magnetized by music has Music, Radio- 99.3Radio2, Channel4, 103.2The Coast,...and it's NOT and ad, but a PEACE advice, listen to songs that soothes you, watch something that heals you, take a walk somewhere that gratifies you and most of all BE with someone who loves you.


And worry not about the future for ......we don't know it..what has to come, what God has for us, will and in time, come.

Peace out!

Thank you everyone for lending me, my precious time and my valuable knowledge and 'mightier than sword' words..... your valuable time, it means a lot if you comment it, I would know how you felt it.
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Hair Cut Much!

This is my first ever blog and having way too many topics to choose from, I have decided to first write about my latest weird day of hair cut after oh so many years of only trimming.

It was last Friday. Week-end. Perfect day to enjoy, relax and have maximum fun at the same time.

Our Mom decided to take my lil' sis and me to the Beauty Parlor for our hair was well....beginning to touch the floor....though it was not that long...so we decided to go in the evening since we had our relatives come home to meet us. Every friday we have a family get-together, since we are not from here, and we have left our home for studies and work.

Finally, the time had come to chop my locks. My lil' sis was as happy as a lark, and me...well...I loved my hair and not only me but everyone loved my hair at school, they would play with my long, silky black hair and some lil' friend of mine would even fight just to plat my hair, even though they themselves had beautiful hair.

So, with both enthusiasm about my new hair look and sadness for the loss of my hair, I went to the parlor.

Few days back had searched a lot for the Hair Donation in Dubai, but unfortunately, found none. I really wanted to donate my hair at www.locksoflove.com for the cancer patients, but we had to ship it and I had very less time.

And that friday morning, my sister and I, had searched for different hair cuts, we don't get to cut our hair that often, coz it takes a long time to grow, obviously.

Finally, I pushed my sister to have her hair cut first, coz her hair was already short while my was a bit too long and it would take a lot of time.

She pulled me instead, with a look of an elder sister, I told her to go first, and she did!

While her hair was being cut, Mom told her friend who works at that Parlor to do my eyebrows/ threading as well. Since it was my first time, I hesitated, coz it was perfect the way it was, but still I wanted to do it, so she took a light thread and started to pull...and boy...did that hurt....as she pulled each one of my strongly held brows together, I let out a small scream and a cry. It hurt!!! Then when she finally put swabs of chilled water, it felt like Heaven, then she changed to the other side of my eye and the pain continued till I saw myself in the mirror and said, ''hmm...not bad!" I had smile all over, because it was my first time that's what the aunt said.

Her hair was done and the ladies at the parlor thought she looked like Chinese, as we Nepalese look similar.

So, it was my turn, I hesitated a bit, for I had that hair for a longer time and could make any hair style I wanted in different school functions, that was one plus point for having a long hair.

The lady told me to stand as my hair was long and we both had the same height, so it was difficult for her to cut, so I did as she said.

She started! I stood as stiff as a thief caught off-guard. Though I couldn't see my hair dropped down locks by locks, but I could hear the sharp "zhirp, zhirp' of a scissor that had comb like tooth as well or vice versa, so she would only need to brush my hair little by little and the ends would be cut in the style that I had wanted.

But the more she did the brush-cutting, I could feel my hair being pulled as well that made my skull vibrate each time she would pull it by her scissor of some sort. I could feel a shock kind of feeling to my brain. And worse...I could hair my skull and my hair...it sounded like a worried passenger zipping and un-zipping his suitcase just to see if he hadn't forgotten anything important (zirrrrp...zirrrrp..zirrrrrpppp).

That hurt a lot. But they say, beauty is pain! And what is pain? It's awful.

So, I was still standing as I watched the ever revolving hands of the clock move..showing me that I am patience for standing at the same place, feeling that zip-shock of the scissor, I was glad indeed, as I watched a movie reflected on the mirror from a T.V that stuck way on top of the wall behind me.

The new owner came as well, who must have been in her late 30's, who was dressed well for a religious ceremony as she mentions, also in need of a new hair style.

I see her and wave at her. She sits in front of me looking at her own reflection in the mirror.

Another half an hour goes by, Mom is doing her pedicure and she orders food for us.

The food arrives--a mini-veg burger for me and chicken burger for my sis and fruit juice for Mom.

I feel the hunger-manager of my stomach begging me to increase its' green French salary, but what could I do? The lady was still cutting my hair, so I just stand there feeling the pangs of hunger, while my sis eats...and she comes to the rescue and feeds me some French Fries.

At two fries, I some what feel tired and sickly, and my legs starts getting numb, I still stand there and think probably it's because I am not wearing my glasses and it will go away sooner, little did I know, there's a lot more than that.

Ten minutes later, when she tells me to move a bit, all I could see was darkness...it was getting darker and fuzzier, I held her hand, and told her that I might be fainting. And I was.

I told her that I need to sit down. Everyone there looks alarm as I feel weaker and weaker, unable to control my body.

So, I sat and had my head lie down and Mom tells me to look straight, all the other ladies ask me if I was alright, and what was the matter...I could hear every word they were saying and I had the answer, but I couldn't speak. So I tell them that I want to lie down.

And they take me to the message room where an hour ago a lady had taken a massage (they cleaned it, hopefullY), so I lie down, they switch on the A.C and fan of the entire room, one of the lady brought cold vicks and rubbed it on my face and neck and my Mom's friend brought cold water and rubbed it on my feet. My Mom still panicked, told me to lie down and relax and brought me food.

As I was lying down, I heard the owner said that I must have fainted because I had been standing there for a long while and it was hot as well, and she tells others to give me some thing sweet, I smile within, and felt special when everyone cared so much.

I rested there for a while, and finally woke up, and again Mom told me to take few more minutes rest. Others said that I was weak, I agreed coz then I remembered I had a small breakfast in the morning and nothing in the afternoon.

Finally, woke up and ate my Veg- Burger and fries and drank sweet lassie, got back my energy!

The lady called me to continue cutting my hair and this time she told me to sit down, and so happily I agreed and sat down while she started zhirpping of my hair.

It was all done, I saw my long locks of hair all over the area under my chair, saying goodbye.

Went home ten minutes later when our brothers came to pick us up, and told them what had happened, and they were all surprised that people can faint from hair cut.

While leaving, it hit me again, I would be breaking news at their home, after they are done with their work, they would say '' Do you know one of our customer fainted today?", and so a whole new topic for different families would begin with my hair cut of the day.

Later at home, we told all our aunts who had come, and they felt sorry and as I like to investigate this unusual 'Fainting at Hair Cut' mystery.

The Victim of Faintness was me and the suspects that I found out were less food- I didn't eat anything in the afternoon, and I had gone to sleep early without having dinner the other night, plus because of the standing for an hour and a half and that scissor that whenever the lady would brush my hair, it would pull the tips of my hair stuck in my head way harder, which sent the electrical or chemical shock to be brain, making me weaker and weaker and see fuzzy darkness.

Now, it's done, I look and feel great, except a bit hungry. Peace out \/