appreciation

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what a gap!!!

Published December 1, 2010 by cooltwins

 

yeah i’m talking about the generation gap.  the gap between the present generation, that is around 20+ age group and the next generation, that is the 8- age group has widened so much!!!

and i got this “enlightment” thanks to my lil’ sis few days back. i thought she was just any other toddler till one day.

it was an ordinary day and i had gone to my grandmom’s place for the holidays and the ‘brat’ was just something like 3 and a half.we were in the living room watching tv, when i just told my sis, ” oh my god the charge is so low in mom’s cellphone” and the girl, who was trying so hard to learn the verses of a film song suddenly got up and went into the dining room and pulled my mom and came to the living room and kept pointing to me and saying something that sounded like “dhachu”.  ???

me and my sis were looking blank and ‘dachu’ in telgu means “hide”, and we thought she was telling my mom to hide the phone from the two of us (maybe she thought we were spending so much time on my mom’s phone???). when my mom asked if she wanted her to hide the phone, the girl got impatient and pulled the phone from us and went to a table nearby and climbed over it and pointed to one plug point there and pointed to the charging point in the phone, and kept repeating “Dhachu, Dhachu” it was then that it struck us that she was trying to tell my mom to “charge” the phone, after hearing what we were speaking!!! “dhachu” was the way she said “charge”.

how old should you be to do this?

quite a knowledge for a 3 and a half year old eh? thats not all… she can not even read a four letter word properly but can operate a computer perfectly. she can play any song she wants to hear or play any game. she has a good memory and can remember each and every step and location of icons.only thing she has not done is to surf in the net 😐

all kids nowadays are like that. they get to know stuff very quick and they think they are so grown up. if we tell something they’ll question us “how do you know?”. duh! we are 20!!! 🙂

kids these days… 😮

I’m proud of it, are you?

Published November 28, 2010 by cooltwins

Lord Nataraja, the lord of dance

That day we were supposed to be staging a dance show and we were getting ready when, draped in a beautiful light blue silk sari, accompanied with a friend of hers, meena walked in to the backstage. Meena had brightened up her eyes with a light streak of kajal and had tied her hair into a ponytail. She adorned her hair with a really beautiful metal flower kind of jewel and looked pretty. Her friend wore a pretty and a simple yellow sari and walked alongside smiling and looking at each and every participant. Here is something about these girls that you may not have suspected from this introduction. They are not Indians. They were foreigners who got so much involved in India and its rich culture. Their desire for the culture clearly reflected from the temple jewellery that meena was wearing and the Lord Nataraja dollar that the girl next to meena was wearing. It was a pretty dollar, nice and round, black in color and had a stone finish. Both meena and her friend even got themselves trained in Bharathanatyam and did quite a few shows too. Their involvement in India and its tradition was like no other I’ve ever seen. All of us in the backstage only knew meena but none of us knew anything about her new friend. Meena was from Bulgaria and visited India regularly to learn dance and to perform during the dance season (December – January). When enquired she introduced her friend to us, “This is my friend…” She said the name but could not catch it but left it not wanting to stop her. Meena continued, “She is also learning Bharathanatyam and she is from Czech Republic” she said and suddenly the girl interrupted meena and continued “… and now from India”, saying so she gave a sweet smile and looked around. It was a mixed bag of reactions in the room. There was certain hint of pride in her voice as she said those words. People were awestruck that a foreigner felt pride in being called an Indian and some were initially taken aback. I felt proud that I was an Indian, a status another foreigner desired to have.

This incident made me think, “when foreigners are falling in love with this diverse country, how any of us are proud to be a part of this diverse culture?” I’m not saying all people are like that or this sector of people are like that, but lets face it, there are people who are not that proud to be an Indian. But at the same time there are loads of people who are so proud of their very status of being called an “Indian”. But how many is the question.

a story? an article? a lesson? i don’t know what but a ‘must read’

Published November 15, 2010 by cooltwins

this is a really good… i don’t know what to say this is… story? lesson? article? so many things popping in my mind but none perfect to describe this content. but a must read for all irrespective of the fact that you are a parent, a care free kid, a good son or the best daughter in the world. do take some time and read this… i promise you it’ll be worth the time you’ll spend. so this is how it goes…

One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.He passed the first interview; the director did the last interview, made the last decision. The director discovered from the CV that the youth’s academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score. The director asked, “Did you obtain any scholarships in school?” the youth answered “none”.

The director asked, “Was it your father who paid for your school fees?” The youth answered, “My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees. The director asked, “Where did your mother work?” The youth answered, “My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect. The director asked, “Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes
before?” The youth answered, “Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me. The director said, “I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother’s hands, and then see me tomorrow morning.

The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid. The youth cleaned his mother’s hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother’s hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water. This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother’s hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future. After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother. That night, mother and son talked for a very long time. Next morning, the youth went to the director’s office. The Director noticed the tears in the youth’s eyes, asked: “Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?” The youth answered, “I cleaned my mother’s hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes”. The Director asked, “please tell me your feelings.”

The youth said,

1) I know now what appreciation is. Without my mother, there would not the successful me today.

2)by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done.

3) I have come to appreciate the importance and value of family relationship.

 

The director said, “This is what I am looking for to be my manager.I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired. Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company’s performance improved tremendously. A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop “entitlement mentality” and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent’s efforts. When he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead?*

You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it. After a meal, let them wash their plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you do not have money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person. The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience the difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.

each and every parent would have done some sacrifice or the other throught out their journey as a father or a mother. well, that starts right from their sleepless nights they spend, thanks to your untimely cry for milk or something else. but they never complain. they love taking care of you. thats what they always want to keep doing. respect that love and don’t forget to reciprocate it too… 🙂

isn’t that right? 🙂 what say?