No Title Post !

I woke up and saw a doctor….hovering so near my face that about to touch my nose with his…

"hmm….what happened?"  I said meekly…

Doctor showed me his hand and put out of my face suddenly...

"How many fingers did you see?” the doctor asked. 

“What? You didn't let me count them...hmm...” I said....still dazed….

“hmm….six?” I added.

“Ahh...Close enough” the doctor cheerfully announced ...

“Now stand up and take off your coat”.

I was not  wearing my coat and I quickly pointed it out to him.

“That’s odd” he said....“here....have another drink”

"hmm…this is strange ..since I didn't have a first one yet"....I said meekly again still dazed.

I didn’t recall getting there at all...hmm....

“How did I get here” I asked.

“Never mind that” he answered with glittering eyes getting his big hammer out of his small coat pocket...

“Let’s see what happens after I bang this again on your head”.

And I woke up again.

But I didn't remember when I dozed off....first time...hmmm....strange !

Ready to decide ?

There is a big list of things….which I don't know.

How long...hmm...I don't know for sure.

But it's long.

Very long.

I don't care about my ignorance of mundane facts....like the Earth's circumference at the equator....or who's has been punished by the court and not rendering his resignation…or who is playing in next cricket match.

I leave all this to Google…or…my beloved husband.

What bothers me is that I don't know how the decisions I make today will impact my tomorrows.

When I had my mother I used to ask her everything and always make the decision on her advise…

I don't have confidence on me…my decision making is always…very…hmm…well…what I can say…very improper…

It boggles the mind...sometimes when you have to make a choice and you find yourself all alone to decide...

hmmm...may be I am too childish...to start a life of my own...where I am the master and the solo decision maker.

What should I cook...where should I go for a picnic...what should I wear...these are all little things...and I can decide easily on them...

But decisions like...whom to meet...whom should I be nice with...whom should I avoid...how to keep the family intact together...how to have a positive impact on people and relatives...and where I should be investing my time....are some strong decisions where I always needed my mother's advise...

hmm...and since I don't have her advise now...I am scared to be openly with people and scared to render my decision to them...hmm...

My open decisions  may hurt them....hmm...

Between me and Zainab (My Niece)

She pointed on the bookshelf and asked me…

'Then who wrote those? Poppy Alla'

'hmm….they are Bronte…Wilde..Collins...and… "

“Where they live?” She interrupted…

‘hmm…it does not matter where they live now…dear…’

'Why?' her big...black eyes flashes with astonishment…

'Because they all are dead…dear…so they are with Allah now....'

'You mean all of them…dead…'

I smiled...on her innocence....

'hmm…yes…dear'

'But Poppy Alla whyyy?….' She complained with sudden tremor in her voice…

'hmm….because they lived their life and then they come to an age where Allah want them to….'

'No!' She interrupted again…

'I want to know why you read all the dead people…Poppy Alla?'

hmm...

Broken Circle

HR always wanted to have a small circle of people around her so that she can give her full attention to those who are in her circle
so no one feel that HR is busy and is not paying attention to the relationship..hmm....

And one day someone asked HR how and from where she get the inspiration for her blog post?

And I said…it is easy…when inspiration does not come to me I go to the inspiration...I go to my mother or my beloved husband.

My inspiration was my circle…and thus I revolved around and round and in round.

There were sometimes few other things too in life...work...routine…siblings…colleagues…who gave me little reason to write about them…as well....(sometimes they inspired me so much that I thanked GOD so many times not to have them permanently in my life...hmm) 

But most of my writing revolved around two people.

If I started from my beloved husband...my next stop was my Mother…if I started from my Mother...my next stop was beloved husband again and it was sometimes amaze me so much that how I am managing my blog to just talking about these two people all the time and had never felt chocking with same people… same stories…same life…so much in routine almost robotic.

My mother had an outstanding life story...she didn’t get hardened by the hard work she did all her life…she had a soft heart… a big heart...she had a motto…keep the stomach around you full till the throat.

My pilgrims to her were almost every day…after work…I used to spent my evenings with her…listening to her new plans about family...siblings...house…business…in directly I went to her for the inspiration and she did inspired me.

I learned from her that we should always be fair with people and always pay our duties to the fullest no matter how people treat you.

My beloved husband has a soft...romantic… rather comical existence in my life…I treat him like a pet (I hope he don’t read that)…he inspired me too…sometimes romantically…sometimes comically.

He also has a motto....which I am still trying to have understanding with...

But inspiration from him had never completed itself unless I received the dose from my mother and same went for my mother.

So they both were inter related to each other to provide my pen (rather the key pad) the reason to think…smile…write…and share.

Mother’s passing away...broke down HR’s small circle and now she has to learn new ways to gets the inspiration…writings…sharing.

And she has to add few more stations in her life now.
Few more reason to be inspired with…
Few more people to have common goals…roads…or even common sense(which is indeed not very common) …hmm…

Any suggestions....?

Gotta sell it !

hmm…so my beloved husband again bought what I never ever bought if I had been with him on shopping today…

and I told him...

I have a rule:

The fancier the label...the amusing advertisement on television...the worse is the product.

I made this rule based on the assumption that the more a company spends on..

A) Label design…
B)Television advertisement…
C)Newspapers adds… …

the less they have left over for quality parts...ingredients...manufacturing…or anything else related to the actual product. 

Good products don't need eye-catching gimmicks or advertising to get you to buy them.

You can sell them in a brown paper wrapper if you wanted to.

rant..rant..rant…blah..blah..blah… …

that one day I will even write a book about this…’

He said…’Yeah and you should have an orgy of blood…sex…and explosions on the cover.’ ...

Me...’why would I ?  it would be a book on selecting good stuff for beloved husbands...when they go for shopping alone…’

and he declaim... ‘Hey, gotta sell it, right?’