Random Ramble on a Lazy Sunday

I havent watched a lot of bollywood movies since my return from India.   Reasons range from not having unconscious access to hindi movies(like its on TV so I watched while doing my chores) to not having the patience to spend 3 hours watching it. Then last week I watched Delhi 6.. It was entertaining. I didnt like the storyline but it had some funny dialogues.  I didnt like the lack of conclusion in the movie but it was alright to watch it.  There was no song and dance around the trees, which I loved, but it did have a songs in it.  I am out of touch with Bollywood movies...This movie was a Flop in the box-office(I read about it after I saw the movie).  The plot was flimsy. It tries to see Delhi from a US born Desi's point of view and I liked the movement in that view from awe, open to anything, to acceptance and then disgust when things work out weirdly .

I have had a lot to think about, for those who know me, know that my life has never been without the thinking... My husband sometimes teases me before going to bed with "dont start thinking now, and if you are still compelled, think - sleep" cause hes been my recorder for thoughts before bedtime and after 13 years I guess, hes had enough, poor guy.  Ever since my Mother's passing, I have had to seriously question my beliefs.  I  see my life as directionless most times, not that I mind, cause it leads me to unexpected treasures.   But there are times when I wonder, should I actually take control of where I am going?  And my right brain argues with a question, Why? Where do you really want to get to? That stumps me. Cause I dont have a place to get to.. I have a need for moments.. Moments of awe, love, joy, gratitude, growth, knowing, understanding, care etc...so I wonder, do all of you have a Place to Get to and walked in Control of your destinations?

Moving on, I have had it with shelves that are beyond my reach.  The kitchen counters arent at a comfortable height to say knead dough or cut stuff up, the shelves and things that matter are built for TALL people.  Its been my peeve with all the TALL ones, cause they think, just because they can reach up for things and look down on me with such ease, I should be able to do the same.  Their one process job like -  look up and reach,  takes four processes for me - Look up and estimate if I can reach, then find the step-stool,  lift the stool and bring it to the place where I want to reach, then climb up and reach. Thats 1:4 effort, is it any wonder I am tired? Ok, First I am going to find some money and then I am hiring a Tall Handy Person for two months and get them to do all the jobs that require me to Stretch to my limit to reach.  Do you know someone who is over 6 feet tall(I did ask my family members back home but they are unwilling to come for this job description) and would work for food and clothes and is Trustworthy?

This week has been a week of surprises -- He who never reads what I write(my husband) read something  I wrote and said "You should write a book".  I thought I had died and gone to heaven.  I was in serious trouble with all the thoughts I had..what of my children, how are they going to survive without a mother at this age, would they like their step-mother.. etc.. etc.. and realized I had gotten ahead of myself and woke up.  And then two days later, He who never says anything(my dad) said over the phone that he was very proud of how my children have turned out inspite of not having help from my family to bring them up. I had to pinch myself to make sure I was not dreaming, cause I was so surprised he said it. My dear thoughtful son this week, asked me if I still felt sad about my Mother's passing.. and when I said yes I did sometimes, he told me to tell him about it when I did, so he can give me a Hug. (wiping a tear and thanking heavens above for his preciousness).  My walking in my footsteps, opinionated yet adorable, daughter, said that my flute playing sounded like the song it was intended to play.  Shes not quick to give a compliment.  This week has been such a wonderful week because of all these unexpected Treasures for my Treasure chest.

I have been reading The Law of Attraction and The five love Languages of Children on recommendation from my friend, Sophia.  I now wonder if I had a good week due to the subconscious working on what I read or it was just a good week. Hmm.. doubt is definitely not a good friend of mine, its the rain on my parade. So I am going to stop.  The books are good, though its old wisdom in new packages and new word-definitions... As I read it I realize, I should have wrote down the things my Grandmother did and said instead of labelling it as superstition or tradition.  It would have been a best seller too in the non-fiction section.

Its Sunday, and I havent got anything done, we had a lazy, lazy morning.  Breakfast was boiled eggs, fruits and nuts.  Our Yard looks neat cause we raked the piles of leaves yesterday while the sun decided to shine.  Today, it is cloudy, but I am not feeling cloudy, so its good.  All in all, I have had the best week this week and feeling blessed.  How has your week been?

Have a lovely Sunday and a Productive rest of the week.

Peace
Rashmi.