Cleaning fairies

I have a fairy who visits me once every month. She does magic too. She squeaky-cleans my house and transforms it into this lovely bright, extra-hygienic abode to live in. She is my cleaning lady and I do call her my fairy. How I wish I had another fairy who would visit my body once every month and clean it all up. Well, lets see, what would these body-cleaning maids really do. 

BRAIN-ATTIC: Lets start from right above. Clear out those cobwebs, dust those memory cells and make them shine again. Afterall, memories are our precious treasure. 

CONTROL ROOM: I'd like to imagine this as circuit board, with pins and chips. And since this is the most functional nerve area of our body, this needs special-care cleaning. The maids will use perfect little brushes to squiggle out the dirt on those boards and end with a nice moist layer of an antiseptic solution to keep it sparkly and 'well-oiled'. 

EYES: Coming down to the face, clean those eyes, with its lenses and leave it with a good spray of an anti-glare liquid given the fact that most of us are either facing a computer or a tv during the max time of the day. 

ENT: Then enter the ENT area which is sure to be all gooey with its mucosy and waxy secretions. Suck it all up with one of the heavy-duty commercial vacuum to leave it free of any dirty saliva or cough. 

LUNGS: Moving on to the lungs, check the little air bags and the right proportion of the oxygen and carbon dioxide leaving the body. Of course, in case of any discrepancies noticed that cannot be tended to asap, make notes that will be reported to the owner of the body. 

HEART: Check the chambers. Check the valves, check the good blood, bad blood. Check the flow. Check the pressure. And well, give the ole guy a nice big hug before making way to the tummy. 

TUMMY AND BOWELS: Check acidity levels. Check the walls. Pay special attention to any swellings, inflammations or similar if noticed. Make notes.

KIDNEYS: Yes, they have special masks and gloves to wear before descending into this bean-shaped organ. Check accumulation. Check flow. Check for any calcium built-up. 

As soon as all this is done, we get to review the cleaning maids' notes. Any special notes or tags can be discussed with the doctor and the necessary treatment or precaution can get under way without no further delay. Wouldn't this be revolutionary in the world of healthcare? Wouldn't it make us more prudent as far our health is concerned? And the healthier we stay, wouldn't we be happier? If only.....

Follow-up by Bhavesh

As a follow-up of my previous post, on the topic of parenting, my friend, Bhavesh, wanted to add his story. Here it is.

The entry on your blog reminds me of one of the episodes in my life, and how our perceptions and thinking changes as we grow.

Fresh out of college, upon being picked up at the campus interview by a small tech firm, I couldn't stop dreaming about my first paycheck on my first job. It was a trivial amount but it was important to me. But, little did I know that I was in for a rude shock of my life. My father, military-minded that he is, announces that I could use my first paycheck the way I want, but the subsequent ones will go into a savings account and I will be entitled to a monthly stipend to take care of my expenses. That was certainly a big blow to me as I watched my friends getting to enjoy their fair share. But it is now that I realize how the actions of my father affected me.  

A disciplined enforcement by him, that I hated at the time, made me clearer in my priorities that have truly been a blessing in disguise. Since money wasn't as important, I focused on honing my other skills, like my communication skills, PR skills and of course technical. The most important lesson I learnt, or realized, was money is not optional. Money is a necessary by-product of hard and sincere work. So while my friends changed jobs for better pay packages, I stayed in the same company for 5 full years, growing professionally, along with a super hike in my salary too, but on a gradual basis. I opted for a career than just money.

The moot point about this is as parents, we make choices. We pamper, yell, guide and support. We know each one comes with his own destiny and in the battle of life, each one fights his own war. We just try to equip them with the values and morals we deem are worthy. My father did what he thought was best for me, not what I wanted. Even if things hadn't gone the right way, his conscience would not have bothered him coz he knew he had given his best. And this is what I will strive to do as well.

I am the most beautiful person in the world!!!

No, I am not an egoistic, bragging, self-centered girl (I refuse to be called a woman) who thinks she has just won an international beauty pageant. These are the words of my daughter. Here is what happened verbatim.

Anushka and I have some argument, she gets her whiny self and is mad at me. 

Me: You don't like me, do you Anushka? Go find yourself an another mommy. A mommy who will listen to you, give you juice when you want, give you icecream when you want, lets you watch tv all the time. I am a bad mommy.

Anushka: Nooooooo. You are a good mommy.

Me: But I don't listen to you everytime.

Anushka: Thats okay mommy. You can say no sometimes.

Me: Are you sure?

Anushka: Yes, I love you. I think you have the best face in the world.

Me: Best face?

Anushka: You are the prettiest in the whole wide world.

Hallelujah!!! So there we go, I am the most beautiful person for my daughter. 

This reminds me of this chapter that we had in one of our school textbooks. It was about this village that was celebrating harvest time and all the people were out in the fields picking their crops. One of the villager finds a little girl crying. She had lost her mother and was hysterical. A few older men gather and ask her to give them something descriptive to identify her mom. Was she tall? Was she short? Was she fair? The girl then speaks, "My mother is the most beautiful person in the world." The men gather all the beautiful women and ask the girl if any is her mother. She says no. They are baffled. Then comes this little stout dark-skinned woman from nowhere and runs to take this girl into her arms. She was not what anyone would call beautiful. Then the men realize that for this girl, her mother is the most beautiful. 

Its a wonderful feeling how important you are for your kids at this particular time of their life. How long this 'importance' will stay, I don't know. And its understandable. As they will grow, they will have  other priorities to achieve. And I will willingly take a back seat in their life. Fore-seat, back-seat, doesn't matter, as long as I remain in their thoughts .....forever.

Coupon craving!

Conventionally, craving is associated with food. All sorts of food. Usually the time one is pregnant. Infact, pregnancy is the greatest excuse to express your weirdest craving and have your husband running around looking for it in the middle of the night. Anyways, I am out of my food-craving and am into coupon-craving. 

Call it coupon-craving, deal-craving, freebies-craving. All I try to do is get my hands on my laptop and look for the bestest deals of the day. And once I get it, I say to myself, whoaaaa, look at the money I am saving. Of course, there are things I wouldn't go looking for consciously, but c'mmon, the perks are always good. Perks are ego-boosters. Perks are exciting. Perks are thrilling. Perks are inviting. Perks are most welcome, aren't they? 

Over the past month, I have got myself a free pizza, free movie ticket, free 8x10 prints, free slippers, free cards, and have spent pennies on Anushka's dresses. Got a box of 100 paperclips for 19 cents. Who can beat that? Yes, I didn't need it, I know, but what the heck, its a deal you can't beat. And yes, I have been sharing it with friends. Sharing it around doubles the craving I have to say. Its hard to describe the sheer thrill you get out of getting things for free or just pennies. 

Anyways, I have to curb my enthusiasm before I become a laughing stock of my friends and people around. This has certainly changed the way I shop now. I would NEVER EVER pay full price for anything. I won't step out till I am convinced I don't have a coupon for my target store. I will hunt the net but it will be controlled. I promise. Cross my heart. All I need is some other addiction.....hehehe. Maybe I can just come back to my dear ole bloggin. :)