Think or sink!

The shock written on their faces was unmistakable :shocked:

since they were going around claiming to be the majotiry! :thumb:

They realized that the dissatisfied people were THE MAJORITY! :moony:
 
On thw whole everyone realized from horrible people the others have been liberated! :evil:

The fair people turned purple/ violet while the dark hued people turned black or blue black!

Neeli...Kaali...purplevaali!!!
 
Those who depend on human assistence might get disappointed

but not those who depend on the assistence of Hanuman!

Hanuman ji appeared in several forms and helped us throughout our journey. :hail:
 
The vociferous namesake of my husband helped us with our luggage.
All the six bags together weighed < 100 lbs.
yet they were beyond out ability to lift them.
Doctor bro's strict advice is not to carry more than 5 k.g at a time!
So In future the four/ five /six bags put together may weigh < 50 lbs!
 
The two African American men whom pushed our wheel chairs were
happy to see us and greeted us with a bright flashing grin and a loud Namaste!
They were happier when they learned that we were not carrying any forbidden stuff.
They were happiest when our luggage needed no cart and could be put right under our chairs!
Less luggage ... more confort and more happiness!!!
 
When we have no physical work to perform
we need only a tablespoonful of rice and
two tablespoons full of vegetables/ lentils
to keep our body and soul together.
Just imagine how much man overeats everyday!!! :wacko:
 
The flow of fluids through the system continued unabated.

But it was a diferent story with the solids consumed.

More so since everyone was siting tight on their allotted space.

Gases are the most troublesome.

They have neither fixed volume not fixed shape.

So they get trapped, squeezed and stored under presure

in between the layers of solids and liquids.

They murmur, gurgle and travel in a vain attepmt to escape.

One way it is good!

If these frarangt gases escpe from the belching at both the ends,

the noxious mixture of the Apaana vaayu and the Udhana vaayu will be a

lethal combination in an enclosed space with a high density of population.

It is good that these volacnic erutions take place much later, after landing

in the privacy and safety of the invididual homes and not in the flight.

Remenber the fermentation => formation of methane => flatulence => ignition => explosion in a German cow farm??? :scared:
 
That woman looked weird. She was dressed ina a baggy jeans and stiped red shirt. She radiated bitterness and mistrust.

She came to me and started speaking in Hindi. All the indian I meet in the airports do the same thing!

She wanted kuch madad (some help) but waht she wanted was very vague.

She said she was unwell, hungry, and neeed energy food (???)

She wondered if I have any food with me . I had only a first aid kit with all tablets but no food or drink.

She did not want money as she had it but she wanted me to go and buy for her a coke ( is it an energy food / drink?)

When she knew I was useless to her she went away and spoke to every single person in the waiting area.

Where I can smell a rat, the others can smell an alligator!!! No one helped her

She becme more bitter by the minute. So when the borading call was announced

she brked at the ladies on duty, "How do you exopect me to carry my luggage?'"

They were happy to help her to check in the two bags she had but she won't let them do it.

My guess is that she wanted the tall, young, handsome, elegant person in black suit carry her dog-eared-luggage for her.

Finally She becme so angry that she found the energy needed to move her bags by herself.

I pity the people who have to live with her or meet her everyday!
 
There was a huge woman wearing a frilled shirt and a tent-like skirt!
She was the type of a women who will make my gasp for breath saying "Ende Amme!" :faint:

She was so slow in everything she did that I was reminded of one of Mr. P. G.W's famous description.

To be built for stability and not for speed! :rolleyes;
 
A woman's handbag becomes a part of herself.

It reflects her character and personality
.
It fulfills all her requirements.

It has everything she may ever need.

It is her first-aid kit.

It is her make-up kit.

It is her purse and mobile.

It is her survival kit.

It is her snacks-box.

Mine has two more items... my scarf and hand towel.

I had everything but could use nothing!

My bag was stuffed into another bigger bag

and shoved in the over head storge space. :pout:

A word of wisdom to the thoughtless spouses!

Never meddle with your wife's hand bag.

Never make it unavilable for her!

Never deny her what she had carefully brought for her personal use.
 
Tejas is quite a chatter box now. :blabla:

He speaks himself to sleep. :sleep:

He is standing by my side and reading with inetrest

what I am writing about him right now.

Can you imagine a 4 year old boy read these words

faster than I can type them out??? :shocked:
 
The Touch screen amazes many Indians. I am amazed by the Touch Facet.
Just a gentle tap on the tap to turn the tap ON and
another gentle tap on the tap to turn the tap OFF.
It is really cool and has a cool blue right at the bottom of the stalk!
The small lever is to adjust the rate of flow and temperature of the water jet. :cool:


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Hello VR Mam, Very happy to get your updates ,convey my greetings to one and all in your happy family.Have great time with the beloved ones ,pls take care of your health.:peace: :high5: :grouphug: :tea: .
 
Jet lag always arrives two days late for me. Last time I stayed wide awake working desperately on my food blog for the first two days.

On the third day sleep swept over me like tidal wave and carried me to land where time does not exist.

No twilight zone! Direct dragging into the depths of sleep. I was in a protected house and could sleep on.

But this time I was in a vulnerable house - large, echoing, reverberating by its sheer volume and wooden floor,

filled with noisy boys and girl and an ever demanding spouse.

I (and ONLY I ) had to make the cup of coffee - soosn after landing -

when I was not very sure that I was on terra firma and

had the floating senasation and again during the onset of jet lag.

We need yogam/ bhaagyam even to take naps and eat food undistubed!
 
The weird woman i met in the waiting area had far reaching effect on me than i thought possible.

She appeared in my nightmare and demaded me to show her all the contents of my precious handbag.

Actullay it was inside another bigger bag on that day we met, but anything is possible in a dream.

I started shouting and calling out the name of my elder son and suddenly remembered that

i was sleeping in the comfort of my younger son's home and then i woke up - thankfully.
 
Tarun wants to participate in the general conversation and contributes his mite by his yaa yaa yaa(s)

I always thougt infants spoke in gaa gaa gee gee goo goo(s). :baby:

At least that is what we are made to believe by the cartoons.

But it is yaa yaa (may be because he is an American citizen) :rolleyes:

He also can scream and screech - bringing the entire creation and all it activities to a grinding halt

like Lord Siva does - whenever He decided to do so.

We can play a mouth-organ by blowing in air or sucking air through it.

He tries both these with his vocal chords and laughs loudly with alternating sounds! :ear:

As my father used to say..."There is never a dull moment!" :drum:
 
Tejas loves astronomy.

Everything that belongs to him has the Solar System on it.

His shower curtain is deep blue with the Solar System and with the planets named.

His towel has it; his tooth brushholder has it; his tooth paste holder has it.

His school bag has it. the clock in his room has it

His room looks like a mini planetorium. :love:

His dad has a real large telescope for watching the nighyt sky!
 
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Tejas had a program in his school where he has to show a thing and tell all about it.

He chose to Show and tTell his class about his grey rocket.

Talking is not a problem for this little chatter box.

Remaining silent may be a real problem! :)

He was all excited when he came back home

after successfully finishing his talk and

answering the questions put by his classmates!
 
I used to drop things in the kitchen when I had insufficient sleep or felt anxious.

It became so well known that whenever anybody dropped

anything anywhere in the house, my father would ask if it was me!

Now my son, my D.I.L and my grandsons have taken it up after me! :drum:

 
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