tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126613782024-02-07T01:35:02.940-08:00How curious...Sometimes I just wonder...Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-45264977987654144662023-02-07T21:00:00.001-08:002023-02-07T21:00:10.833-08:00body parts...5 years old<div><div>Mommy, it's scary when someone doesn't have a penis. </div></div><div><br></div><div>Why</div><div><br></div><div>Scared cause if you don't have a penis, it will bleed-- somebody told me that</div><div><br></div><div>Where do the puppies come out of? Her butt? </div><div>Where IS her vagina anyway?</div>Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-8923299902673337012017-10-19T19:04:00.001-07:002017-10-19T19:04:32.823-07:00Ipad-ists<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I walked in with my iPad and was directed to the "Genius" bar. Seriously, what 15 year old came up with this name. "We are geniuses and can help you with your electronic device because you are obviously <i>not </i>a genius" I explained the issue with my iPad of only 2 years and he responds, "how sweet. You know the newer ones are a quarter the weight, right? I'm not even going to send you to the genius bar. Let me help you" and gave me a pitying little smile. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had taken in an old ipod music player to be recycled (less than 6 years old). The look on teen genius was too much. He laid a hand on my arm, tilted his head with a gentle smile, lowered his voice, and said, " aww, they don't even make these anymore. that is so sweet. Do you mind if I show the other staff?" - dumbfounded and sort of mortified, I was surrounded by teen geniuses who were peering over each others shoulders to get a glimpse of this ancient relic. </div>
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Harmonizing, pure performance restore and protecting, gentle positively radiant, pampers and more harmonizing and hydrating and repairing. Am I taking a shower or in some sort of affirmation cloud??</div>
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Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-39434627046642279232013-04-27T21:39:00.000-07:002017-10-19T19:06:26.750-07:00I long for a simple cup of Chai<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Tea drinking has become very confusing. My grandfather and I used to share a cup of tea. It went like this: take a simple yellow Lipton teabag, immerse in 1 cup of boiling water. After 3-5 minutes remove teabag and toss. Add milk to taste and a bit of sugar. Voila ! Then we would each take a biscuit, sip our tea and chat. Perfect.<br />
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Now, I can get a vente soy chai tea latte. What is that anyway? A ginormous soy milk tea tea ?? Translated into English, its a carafe of soy milk with a few teaspoons of some processed powder.<br />
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Buy herbal tea, be prepared for the un solicited self-help tips. Relax. Unwind. De-stress. Calm. Sleep. </div>
Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-90688081871737909312010-08-04T21:45:00.000-07:002010-08-05T09:30:47.303-07:00Be careful; its naturalWe didn't read the fine print. Our mistake. My new husband (see previous blog entry) and I enjoy those sweet little oranges so we bought the economical bag last week. In my post-work, what shall we have for dinner haze, I happened to glance over at the bag and read the warning disclaimer, " may contain occasional seed" --- um, its an orange; where I come from they ALL contain seeds, sometimes many of the! Now, looking on the positive side, it is a useful hazard awareness tip for the very young and very old and those who have swallowing problems; (though they may or may not be able to read and understand the fine print).........<br />
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What is next? Will my banana have a sticker affixed that says "slippery when peeled?"Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-73933902008164611542010-07-17T08:18:00.000-07:002010-07-17T08:18:09.062-07:00Weddings and Marriage in a Digital AgeSomething borrowed, something blue, something old and something new.........<br />
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Well now, its something interactive, URL, CD, invariably starts with www and doesn't even rhyme!<br />
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It all started when I didn't know where to get "Indian wedding cards" Lo and behold, "Indian wedding card dot com!" Then we had a wedding website at wedsimple.com, (a sarcastic moniker as I now know, weddings are never simple ) with photos, music, descriptions of our ceremony. People we are not sure we know knew more about the ceremony than one could imagine. They were able to buy bindis and Indian clothes on-line from links on our site!<br />
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The tablescloths were found on a website from Petaluma. The table chargers and lily bowls also ordered from a website. The engangement announcement cards, the thank you notes, the programs, wedding favors, bags, tissue all found on cyber searches. We took virtual tours of many reception sites before finding the right one. We needed plates that would suit Indian food and thought that Thali plates would be perfect; as fate would have it, we ordered 1000 plates from plastic.thali.com. Cups, bowls, cutlery, napkins were all from <a href="http://www.something.com/">http://www.something.com/</a>.<br />
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Our registry was on-line and we virtually suggested we wanted trivets, backpacks and frying pans. Our Thank you list is being partially kept by Wedding channel and the rest is at amazon.com under the "Your Thank you list" tab. My parents', his parents' and Keith's invitee lists are very handily saved as excel databases and can be exported into labels. My addressess were scribbled in a little book which was unceremoniously stolen when my car was broken into 2 weeks before the wedding. I resolutely resort to the Indian tradition of hand-delivering invitations and the soon to be written thank you notes. When we had no idea about a gift card so generously given to us, we logged in to macys.com to check the balance on our gift cards. <br />
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Our photos are on our friends' iphones, picassa links, and the expensive photographer sent us a CD in a very nice box. My parents and 95 year old Grandfather want to know where the old fashioned "photo album" is - that thing you hold on your lap and flip through. I tried to explain that they are photoshop-ing my blemishes out. We have yet to view any video as we are transferring the little tapes into DVD's. If we want to show any of our friends pics of the wedding, we must first drag them them to the nearest computer. People have stopped asking to see photos now.<br />
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Luckily, I registered at the all-you-need-to-know-about-planning-a-wedding site "The knot" .com They have now thoughtfully continued our subscription to "The nest" .com which has many helpful lists on how to set up a household. Should things go as we hope, we could soon find ourselves with a complimentary subscription to "the bump" .com. <br />
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We have logged in to the SF county site to order an extra copy of our marriage certificate and I have logged in at work to download the latest benifiary form for my new husband. It turns out the more important announcement is on Facebook! When my then fiance changed his status to engaged, I had to "accept" his invitation. No worries, I had a real time proposal prior to the virtual question, "Do you accept Keith as your fiance on facebook?" After our wedding, as a testament to my commitment to our marriage, I changed my status first. Keith graciously accepted my facebook invitation "to be married" and we are officially wedded according to our mutual 200 plus facebook social network. <br />
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Something borrowed: my father's printer to print our lists and drafts<br />
Something blue: the screen when my laptop overheated<br />
Something old: the version of microsoft office I have so I couldn't read the draft of the program<br />
Something new: a husband <br />
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I guess the cyber world has its place in love; after all, despite having mutual colleagues and working 2 blocks away from each other, we first met when Keith gave me a virtual wink on <a href="http://www.match.com/">http://www.match.com/</a>Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-7353831914465317262010-07-17T07:27:00.000-07:002010-07-17T07:27:19.485-07:00European sports announcers in the World cup......I had started watching the world cup for the global football sportsmanship. I continued to watch because I was rooting for Spain and the sports announcers were so entertaining!!<br />
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<ol><li>He gave so much notice, He fairly sent a telegram that the ball was coming</li>
<li>we are watching a 90 minute drama</li>
<li>This is stranger than fiction</li>
<li>Well, if the referee is going to be so persnickety</li>
<li>He is fit but not so sharp</li>
<li>he was a bit too cheeky</li>
<li>The player fell in such an unceremonious fashion</li>
<li>That is some obdurate defense</li>
<li>Its beginning to look as though even one goal would be enough</li>
<li>It loks as though the referee was going to blow his whistle and thought better of it</li>
<li>He serves his country nobly</li>
<li>I think he is trying to sort his feet out</li>
<li>the promiseland of world cup winning is still in never never land for netherland</li>
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14. It would have been a glorious goal, had it been forthcoming<br />
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Can you imagine this sort of announcing for the Patriots or the SF Giants??Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-40059425588952493852009-06-06T23:53:00.000-07:002022-08-22T23:36:16.474-07:00Sachin's Green Birthday Party<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFFM_qHCGVBmy6wicEa5OAnicqwmAETcgFJo6KKj149w1MpY30LSloAmoCFzYibpelEd6Q6FmMwedP5Plqx2S9_zWWp_DOxAw1L5W5bqnNcxovaoWlP5uBKqS3mPT7n2ObkEYqjA/s1600-h/Sahin's+7th+birthday+205.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344479187884453298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFFM_qHCGVBmy6wicEa5OAnicqwmAETcgFJo6KKj149w1MpY30LSloAmoCFzYibpelEd6Q6FmMwedP5Plqx2S9_zWWp_DOxAw1L5W5bqnNcxovaoWlP5uBKqS3mPT7n2ObkEYqjA/s320/Sahin's+7th+birthday+205.jpg" border="0"></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPW4XMiuPThnbrnZeRy3iSXGKnE-htYhc9scrEKgyAr5PuM6CRCT1TOrHhyphenhyphenHQtJ88rv1elooBk-QVpSVjPv9gelYLyA5QdRuTvwxe9nWbvVwI9AchwRwV72S5HB6aG9iyy89u4g/s1600-h/Sahin's+7th+birthday+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344478951462345618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZPW4XMiuPThnbrnZeRy3iSXGKnE-htYhc9scrEKgyAr5PuM6CRCT1TOrHhyphenhyphenHQtJ88rv1elooBk-QVpSVjPv9gelYLyA5QdRuTvwxe9nWbvVwI9AchwRwV72S5HB6aG9iyy89u4g/s320/Sahin's+7th+birthday+033.jpg" border="0"></a><br><br><br><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344477052856103218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVU5vCGNKnWNDxgrOrbhvJBsyzDOCcrCva4VZttEB1WCkaXk40puiph5bxIQODN1XnymQjR8W1N_gGTM_uKhft2cf-Uj_4NiMxv_PaQJrvfUvc2TMzQKToY50g2EYeBjUA_2d0MQ/s320/Sahin's+7th+birthday+158.jpg" border="0"><br><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXK6zC5_4fKoOsntaG8u7bQblRsduK7uW_leAidLFU83kVKrGuNcFQGZTAqQxqwfrlvjlfj6JvfYo3xdB6yqoCwB_qyadhlPER4gGnfZvxtDRWFbA0m-Gr_VbMSnrGFcDV3D3lw/s1600-h/Sahin's+7th+birthday+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344476752833649106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXK6zC5_4fKoOsntaG8u7bQblRsduK7uW_leAidLFU83kVKrGuNcFQGZTAqQxqwfrlvjlfj6JvfYo3xdB6yqoCwB_qyadhlPER4gGnfZvxtDRWFbA0m-Gr_VbMSnrGFcDV3D3lw/s320/Sahin's+7th+birthday+017.jpg" border="0"></a></div><br><br><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXK6zC5_4fKoOsntaG8u7bQblRsduK7uW_leAidLFU83kVKrGuNcFQGZTAqQxqwfrlvjlfj6JvfYo3xdB6yqoCwB_qyadhlPER4gGnfZvxtDRWFbA0m-Gr_VbMSnrGFcDV3D3lw/s1600-h/Sahin's+7th+birthday+017.jpg"></a></div><br><br><br><br><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyXK6zC5_4fKoOsntaG8u7bQblRsduK7uW_leAidLFU83kVKrGuNcFQGZTAqQxqwfrlvjlfj6JvfYo3xdB6yqoCwB_qyadhlPER4gGnfZvxtDRWFbA0m-Gr_VbMSnrGFcDV3D3lw/s1600-h/Sahin's+7th+birthday+017.jpg"></a></div><br><br><br><div></div><br><br><br><div></div><br><div></div><div align="center"><strong>Sachin's been around the sun 7 times!!</strong><br></div><br><div>It was such a lovely birthday celebration for Sachin today....all the kids had so much fun in the redwoods in Saratoga--they were all exploring the woods and trails! I was so proud of how my sister raised her kids; they are so comfortable and happy in nature! And she told the other kids to only make things for him-no gifts -- and he was so happy with that--so kids made him drawings and poems and gave him flowers. Then she gave them all herb plants as party favors--the kids loved their plants and were so careful to already start nurturing them. Nature and its inherent purity is a child's natural state--it was so wonderful to see them a part of the outdoors, smiling, learning, exploring --as it should be.</div></div>Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-37827622054233091772009-03-20T20:39:00.000-07:002022-03-25T21:48:59.926-07:00Do what we can do...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_jRhiSdxxAvLcMiTjs2nC91PKupnb7WiktkUULIImYQ-TIVRF6dSAc8B3kDJViIaslrt2szuT3U2wsQk5-QbW-T43mLRmrOosYQ6JomjuD7ESx6a7mmK6BvvL1L_rYE8QGGKRNA/s1600-h/India+Feb+2009+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315481341559793330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_jRhiSdxxAvLcMiTjs2nC91PKupnb7WiktkUULIImYQ-TIVRF6dSAc8B3kDJViIaslrt2szuT3U2wsQk5-QbW-T43mLRmrOosYQ6JomjuD7ESx6a7mmK6BvvL1L_rYE8QGGKRNA/s320/India+Feb+2009+072.jpg" border="0"></a><br><div>Objective: take my 94 year old grandfather to the beach</div><br><div>Caveat: we are taking Auto Rikshaws and he needs his wheelchair</div><br><div>Task: you bring the wheelchair and I'll bring Grandpa</div><br><div>The result is priceless!</div>Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-78751558154914717382009-03-20T20:25:00.000-07:002009-03-20T20:45:51.060-07:00Natural or NoveltyAmazing to me that the United States has made a most natural daily occurance around the world into a novelty for talk shows and debates. Michelle Obama, the First lady has decided to plant a vegetable garden in the White House yard. And now news pundits are debating, can "normal" people plant gardens and eat vegetables. Mrs Obama, to her credit, is having to justify and explain that fresh grown peas and tomatos taste better.<br /><br />I can imagine trying to have this conversation in India with my relatives:<br /><br />Me: I think fresh vegetables taste better than frozen, canned or otherwise altered ones<br /><span style="color:#000099;">Relative: um, yes. That is why we buy our vegetables fresh for each days' meals</span><br />Me: And kids should know that vegetables and herbs come from the earth and can be grown<br /><span style="color:#000099;">Relative: um, yes....the children see the farmers growing their crops in the fields along the main roads </span><br />Me: and people are healthier if they eat fresh food<br /><span style="color:#000099;">Relative: ah, yeah....that is why there are less obese children here</span><br /><br />pause and then I can hear the whispers....."I don't know what happened to her; she went to America when she was very young; maybe they live in some uncivilized concrete jungle; I feel sorry for her, maybe she never saw a garden; poor thing, they said she went to a good college"Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-58428707391216070122009-02-01T09:15:00.001-08:002009-02-01T09:16:46.349-08:00Cozy reading spaces....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQlm5aiMrYTUjgjE3IL2rHHVUG_SBddmuWSnxlnw0rrxCj6bLD5YoGOEPIc7h_4FfC31bLDMnnhGIo1LD47trViC3rpVr-77HVh5aWB1kVIq_6u0H_te3O0_3BTsRDkosTTLTfGg/s1600-h/January+2009+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297879025873194642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQlm5aiMrYTUjgjE3IL2rHHVUG_SBddmuWSnxlnw0rrxCj6bLD5YoGOEPIc7h_4FfC31bLDMnnhGIo1LD47trViC3rpVr-77HVh5aWB1kVIq_6u0H_te3O0_3BTsRDkosTTLTfGg/s320/January+2009+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-8353993483186584602009-02-01T09:11:00.000-08:002009-02-01T09:15:22.841-08:00Lucky couple excited in the Shark tank!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IPx0moROtD1t3u7B3HXftkU0lXHSNzvUJhoJJUm2hrlrpFMo7qy6UXpZrN1UxrFcLn1AaSr2pRfUlaKmz07W9p7sYLuhJQFCqIdkCXsaeCUv5-4alIJY54T_51If7Xuec0lR8w/s1600-h/Photo_01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297878725632993602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IPx0moROtD1t3u7B3HXftkU0lXHSNzvUJhoJJUm2hrlrpFMo7qy6UXpZrN1UxrFcLn1AaSr2pRfUlaKmz07W9p7sYLuhJQFCqIdkCXsaeCUv5-4alIJY54T_51If7Xuec0lR8w/s320/Photo_01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-74110133527261636332009-01-28T15:33:00.001-08:002009-01-28T15:36:52.842-08:00When you work too late.......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4SeRa1Y378gWtg7JfTnaaGc2nX4sqqnY3pqHK1sza4dZjfDJus1AC5MCNb_JYioDW9l-_cAeV14RnJvS7OHFpAcD1NcDPCL173XFfT-viBHf3SPyvSV_Q62nzADKbsHdE12Rumw/s1600-h/IMG_1342.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296492365268454898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4SeRa1Y378gWtg7JfTnaaGc2nX4sqqnY3pqHK1sza4dZjfDJus1AC5MCNb_JYioDW9l-_cAeV14RnJvS7OHFpAcD1NcDPCL173XFfT-viBHf3SPyvSV_Q62nzADKbsHdE12Rumw/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMir8f4nL8OihCH-XM-sCgb-c8210gsXMk4v3cdnbOONgO4o-vp331x30yk1-vtKV9UBCtYzg_u11pHkZK_XJiOflOihiug6zDHSW58V9-uNnj45DeYyXRQd0IHmcIpe67oYbvXg/s1600-h/IMG_1341.JPG"></a> New Puppy: Junior<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8PDSkdu_H9eOEXAwMBkFUSj1Brw86qfw54wT_N455Z6Wz6N2nv8bZImnxvO6JwO8G_g9EfWYIpTEe_r2aRj5ItbBwpwRqvNw_deQ5B_zYRxFYzKb5v8tiNqVOABHGkf0lbqDahA/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296492147352227714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8PDSkdu_H9eOEXAwMBkFUSj1Brw86qfw54wT_N455Z6Wz6N2nv8bZImnxvO6JwO8G_g9EfWYIpTEe_r2aRj5ItbBwpwRqvNw_deQ5B_zYRxFYzKb5v8tiNqVOABHGkf0lbqDahA/s320/IMG_1340.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-7470681722991790612009-01-19T20:55:00.000-08:002022-08-22T23:34:50.407-07:00Holding Court on H.H. Uma's 5th Birthday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-J8fYd0mQER_145kRvwrk-EmBTzGFhQplnXHZWk0BsB99ThbygwK1cEB0ym-aAE6unvrk0cHNfc1bjL0KEqZYtlFsdxNtC4yI8qpYjKiKkgoEis0NrhV-YSAAOubQdOtRXYOzww/s1600-h/January+2009+031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293236933034361842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-J8fYd0mQER_145kRvwrk-EmBTzGFhQplnXHZWk0BsB99ThbygwK1cEB0ym-aAE6unvrk0cHNfc1bjL0KEqZYtlFsdxNtC4yI8qpYjKiKkgoEis0NrhV-YSAAOubQdOtRXYOzww/s320/January+2009+031.jpg" border="0"></a> <div>Have you ever been to "Pump it up" ? An experience to be sure! 25-30 children race around like mad on slides and jumpy houses (I have to admit, I went down the slide a few times :) </div><br><div>They line up for hand degermer and run into the "party room" Next, eat pizza and veggies, drink plenty of water, lemonade, juice! Some magical timing (apparently by the time a child is 5, he or she may have done this a few dozen times), they all assemble and sing happy Birthday. Grab a cupcake (except for the poor kids allergic to dairy, wheat, eggs, nuts and chocolate who had vegan oatmeal raisin cookies). Get your party favor and voila, one birthday bash in style!!</div><br><div>What would happen if you imported 30 children from a village in Africa, Thailand or India? would they also automatically know what to do? hmm... an interesting non-profit idea? celebrate birthdays for children with limited resources--shouldn't every child get to be a prince or princess at least for one day?</div>Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-40046622635309659642009-01-19T20:53:00.000-08:002009-01-19T21:07:16.181-08:00The Lucky Couple Enjoy Sunrise<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjQktCSpGrNfX38eKrpVLQ0U2YtJyAOYwC5lrMgtySjaH5cuolbdyuUxCl69FABhawMIKm6PYb4oi1Icx7oJwijyG9lEBZNNzm3qIrdBJLcBdAGGJ1dLWfyny9YRynTdiFdNqcw/s1600-h/January+2009+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293234926354399890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjQktCSpGrNfX38eKrpVLQ0U2YtJyAOYwC5lrMgtySjaH5cuolbdyuUxCl69FABhawMIKm6PYb4oi1Icx7oJwijyG9lEBZNNzm3qIrdBJLcBdAGGJ1dLWfyny9YRynTdiFdNqcw/s320/January+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg69c2ek-DamYb7vYfmq6p4cTJeA_nHX2XZLNc0OuEYQN92yxnCop5tlPKeDlHqRGsQ0UVOeEppsOcX_hZ-VGeJmm1ym9IhHNS5Vq9g-NhrwB_IAahOZ_BzM893MKvms7rzSPdNLA/s1600-h/January+2009+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293234985742052098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg69c2ek-DamYb7vYfmq6p4cTJeA_nHX2XZLNc0OuEYQN92yxnCop5tlPKeDlHqRGsQ0UVOeEppsOcX_hZ-VGeJmm1ym9IhHNS5Vq9g-NhrwB_IAahOZ_BzM893MKvms7rzSPdNLA/s320/January+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg69c2ek-DamYb7vYfmq6p4cTJeA_nHX2XZLNc0OuEYQN92yxnCop5tlPKeDlHqRGsQ0UVOeEppsOcX_hZ-VGeJmm1ym9IhHNS5Vq9g-NhrwB_IAahOZ_BzM893MKvms7rzSPdNLA/s1600-h/January+2009+003.jpg"></a> </div>Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-45853504824661010792009-01-09T12:29:00.001-08:002009-01-09T12:30:35.193-08:00The lucky couple went to?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE7_s-RjflQYO-WfDkrWZv7xxO5iCzyxckOxaqTyQVgbxsclIe-UWaSwKQCwUN7LaKHXG_mPwX4HmomtiLrkd_GuwzlK6okG1bheDl6OQ9k2XFz2xxSBr5La40Imgvia1rTqAbBw/s1600-h/Nov+and+Dec+2008+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289393932390590770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE7_s-RjflQYO-WfDkrWZv7xxO5iCzyxckOxaqTyQVgbxsclIe-UWaSwKQCwUN7LaKHXG_mPwX4HmomtiLrkd_GuwzlK6okG1bheDl6OQ9k2XFz2xxSBr5La40Imgvia1rTqAbBw/s320/Nov+and+Dec+2008+065.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It was a good day for the lucky couple.</div>Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-14059936547466894512009-01-09T12:26:00.001-08:002009-01-09T12:29:15.798-08:00Where in the world is the lucky couple?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1gKCJSEY0NEUvcG1AGOWY8Xqd5HS2WWFayZCnYUqsj1d16c8w5TUwrPoJMfXOFgJdha2ZN4LN4YhRNgO84bjy5HxsY90KFYsmcXS7ay72BYphE-N9d9Kv5WuuikeTE_iOKHBqCw/s1600-h/Nov+and+Dec+2008+068.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289393539182783938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1gKCJSEY0NEUvcG1AGOWY8Xqd5HS2WWFayZCnYUqsj1d16c8w5TUwrPoJMfXOFgJdha2ZN4LN4YhRNgO84bjy5HxsY90KFYsmcXS7ay72BYphE-N9d9Kv5WuuikeTE_iOKHBqCw/s320/Nov+and+Dec+2008+068.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Somewhere in SF, the lucky couple travelled....Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-64773388578362691392008-10-12T22:47:00.000-07:002022-03-25T21:52:01.894-07:00:) (\! @, >+ ; #^ to emote or to punctuate?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
I think that internet/text messaging emoticons are responsible for lots of misunderstanding and likely broken or troubled relationships; a cyber wink to me may be a tic to you - a sheepish smile, ;) may be misconstrued as a pained expression-- What does :) mean? Is :0 a chuckle? awe? invitation?<br>
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can we go back to the day when people actually talked rather than hide behind the cyber world where anonimity and punctuation turned symbols are the new way to express emotion--how cowardly can we be? what happened to honesty, and taking chances? what happened to eye contact and conversation? real time exchange of ideas?<br>
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in internet inspired connections, we can simply choose to respond to whatever we feel like without considering the impact on the other person; are we creating entire generations of people who feel free to emote cautiously or vigorously with nary a care to the other person? without the slightest ability to read the cues from the other side?<br>
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perhaps I shall stop my rant; see the beauty of the internet/email? I have no idea if you are bored, disagree or agree with me, perhaps you find me amusing; it doesn't matter. I want to say something, I can say whatever I want and well :) and <) and ;)*</div>
Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-22903811906280913882008-10-11T12:55:00.000-07:002008-10-12T22:47:21.932-07:00what they didn't teach in medical scoolDiaper technology has really advanced in recent years; there are "green" diapers, gathered, ones for boys and different ones for girls; there are animals in the front and all around; chartoon characters, disney characters; now first of all, the diapers face the adults who could care less about the disney characters at the 0300 feeding/diaper change. Why don't they have messages for the adults like "only 1 million to go-hang in there"<br /><br />Ok-what about bottles, and the types of cribs, and the variety of pacifiers; now with phathlates or lead or mercury or other toxins; how is anyone supposed to know--which shape of nipple? how many holes? what shape of bottle and oh yes, we don't want plastic, so glass bottles are better; but which company is better for the environment; how do you sterilize glass bottles?<br /><br />There are at least 4 stages of baby foods and they come in various jars and sizes and tastes; organic and non-organic (as opposed to synthetic?) --the cereal comes in different flavors, size packages and with different additives to make the babies smarter. Is that really the problem with children today, they aren't smart enough?<br /><br />Perhaps the real problem is that parents cannot have a baby without guilt that they aren't buying the perfect product for their baby and instead of snuggling and singing lullabies, they need to worry about the equipment needed; mankind has survived quite well all these years.....to be continued.....Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-9210922432423284862008-03-08T16:23:00.000-08:002022-08-22T23:38:17.925-07:00Case of the missing tiaraIn an effort at equality, I agreed to take my niece Uma to the Disney Princesses on Ice show since I was going to take my nephew Sachin to a hockey game. I'm not sure where the gender stereotypes started, when Uma started a vanity case for her hair things, or when Sachin stopped giving his Auntie hugs and only wanted to do "boy things."<br><br>As I picked up Uma, I felt woefully un feminine. She was dressed in a lovely velvet topped tulle and silk dress; she had tights, a pink purse and ballet shoes on. I had on gym shoes, track suit bottoms and a sweatshirt; what would it matter I thought; little did I know.....<br><br>Every little girl at the show was dressed in tulle and lace and silk; moreover, my niece's face fell as she realized she left her tiara at home. With promises to make it up to her, I bought an Ariel light thingie, looked at every necklace available and settled on a princess book and pink rose.<br><br>I was so proud of how well behaved she was and I finally understood what it means when you have so much joy you think your heart will burst; seeing her face light up and her smiles gave me that incredible joy.<br><br>One question though, how the hell did she know about Prince Eric and why did every princess have a prince? Is this how we are subtly trained to believe that unless we receive "true love's kiss" or are "rescued" or "meet the one born for us" we are incomplete?<br><br>I hope fervently that Uma meets her prince and true love; but if she doesn't at the time and the way she hopes, I hope she knows its not because she didn't have a tiara; she is and always will be a perfect princess; a lady with dignity, strength, dreams, belief in herself and an unwillingness to settle for less than the best; an incredible woman who expects that she be treated with respect, genuine love and kindness.Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-61418207688580179022008-01-21T20:29:00.000-08:002022-03-25T21:48:41.908-07:00Nirvana and all that stuffI decided to try a yoga class....here are my thoughts on this wonderful ancient practice<br><br>--oh my God!! no one warned me about these core stabilizing nazis!<br>I got a call while we waited for the class to start and I was getting glares--i think the cell phone messed up their chi or interfered with their inner flow-<br>But wait, it gets worse...I was supposed to breathe, stabilize my core, surrender my thoughts, balance on one leg with the other one "gently" in the air, lift my left arm and open my heart center--all while making sure my movements were "soft", without any judgement--then when I tried to look over at her to find out what to do next---well--I fell over--she said it was ok<br>that I just needed to be present with my body and observe--well it doesn't take much observation to be one with the fact that my ass hurts<br>--brunch sounded so much better in hindsight (no pun intended though that is what I spent the hour of yoga doing, hind-sight, of mine and others!!)<br><br>(and by the way, i checked with my mom and "downward facing dog" just doesn't translate to or from Sanskrit---so not sure where that came from)<br>peace be with you and don't forget to breathe into your lower core--and open your pelvis (ah, that is why we don't teach yoga to teenagers)Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-63983708432359665052007-12-17T10:21:00.000-08:002007-12-17T10:31:29.223-08:00Mixed messages at the holiday seasonAs I drove my 3 year old niece and 5 year old nephew to the mall for new shoes, we discussed Christmas. Christmas is Jesus' birthday; ok. Jesus helped a lot of people and we should be kind to others as well: check. So far so good and I felt like a great Aunt. Here is the tricky part. Sachin asks, "So is Santa Claus really Jesus?" "No? then what is special about Santa Claus?" "If we are supposed to give things to others, why are we asking Santa for stuff?" "Does Santa Claus ever die?" "why should we take our picture with Santa Claus?"<br /><br />I tangled myself in the explanations of Christ, the St Nick that is now Santa Claus and the pagan traditions of trees and lights.....commercialism and doubt.Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-25643009488323509772007-08-11T00:41:00.000-07:002007-08-11T00:47:26.379-07:00Pandering to the rich to serve the poorAfter an extensive hiatus, it occurs to me today that in order to serve the extremely needy, one needs to befriend, cajole, in general suck up to the very rich.....in addition, the elite enjoy champagne, fine wine and some presents; then they are even more likely to donate to a good cause. For the rich, an easy way to get a tax right off, dress up, drink and get some nice art, designer purse or whatever; for the grantwriters and social do-gooders, checks, grant money and maybe some connections (and a bit of champagne and invites to fancy places); for the ill, homeless, downtrodder, poor and destitute, we can only hope that whatever trickles to them as a service or donation makes a difference....what about the waiters and staff at the fancy hotels and the migrant workers who are picking the grapes for next years champagne......they may be the working poor and maybe the very recipients .....is fundraising the only way?Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-52078718589137106492006-12-30T23:15:00.000-08:002006-12-31T15:01:00.892-08:0092QIts official! I don't just hate shopping; I loathe it. Especially for ......bras! This is one item that you can't stock up on like mammoth jars of vitamins and mustard from the new super wherehouse shops like Costco. Same breasts but need new supporters frequently! Nordstroms lingerie department pays more homage to breasts than boyfriends I've known. Well, after a random tour round the department and wondering how the varioius bits of string and lace cover or support any mammilian breasts, I finally asked for help.<br /><br />"Of course" says the barely past puberty teen (who, by the way, resembles one of the patients in my clinic). This can't be put off any longer, so I acccept her help, thinking she will "start a room" for me and put some stuff in there I can try on. Well, she COMES in with me, bringing her tape measure and says, "OK. top off" Shit! This is some bad movie or something.....I ask her some vague question regarding what we are doing. Patiently, with just a bit too much understanding pity in her eyes, she explains, "we are going to fit you". (I think, "we?" who the hell else is she bringing into the room??)<br /><br />Lo and behold, all the exercise I have been doing has paid off and I am not the 92Q I thought I was, but a new and improved 85W ! Great! I have now been fitted! Unfortunately, the fun had just started....these specially fitted brassieres do not come in a value pack. I had to painstakingly sift through the styles and select 85W's. Well, everyone must be a 85W, because there were hardly any. Lots of 69Z's and 102F's....geez, who are these women?<br /><br />Is it too much to ask for just a simple bra. No minimizer, thank you very much and I certainly don't need "extra body"...and I actually prefer my underclothes without sewn-in jewelery--so I go back to Ginger and ask very politely, "which section are the regular bras in?"--she responds again with the pity look, "These are really what you need, Ma'am"---<br /><br />Maybe the women in the 1960's were onto something....the no bra-feminist-go ahead and look at me in all my freedom-I am woman-hear me roar -glory era is looking really good to me now. In Africa, they dispense with anything on top altogether.....<br /><br />As Ginger individually swaddled each bra in tissue paper, I pondered.....Hm...where is the delicate balance between enticement and exhibitionism, between freedom and disciplined containment........to let them all hang out <em>or</em> to lift, separate, support?.......<br /><br />The final bill cured me of my musings....it costs big bucks to prettily lift and support......I grab my bag of tenderly gift wrapped bras and head straight for the exit as fast as I can.Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12661378.post-4696559282434321382006-12-30T10:49:00.000-08:002006-12-30T11:19:30.510-08:00I'm a "grand-doctor" nowWhere did it all go wrong. Obviously, if it takes a village to raise a child, I am not responsible; however, there is still a fleeting sense of questioning. "Wrong" is probably too judgemental and the outcome remains to be seeen; so, I will stay hopeful. Here's the story.<br /><br />I have been taking care of a family for over 7 years. They have had numerous ups and downs, including but not limited to: an infant that died of genetic problems, lack of money, living in a poor, violence ravaged neighborhood, history of substance abuse and multiple children all with varying fathers. Nonetheless, the mother has kept trying and continuously seeks to improve. <br /><br />B, one of the middle children, has been coming to me for her medical care since she was 10 years old. We had the puberty talk and the safe sex talk, almost every visit! We talked about being safe and taking care and HIV and consequences. I met her boyfriend and we talked about birth control......<br /><br />Yesterday, now 17 year old B and her boyfriend came in with their new baby Ana. I felt the immediate deep sense of hapiness whenever I see a newborn. The feeling was drowned out by the myriad questions racing through my mind. How will this seedling new family break the family cycles of lower socio-economic-status? How will they be able to raise this child and teach her that life can be different? Could any amount of health education in the clinic prevented B's choices? His job at Jamba juice and her job at the Hair Salon isn't going to help pay for Ana's expenses; how will they cope? <br /><br />Yet, B and her boyfriend entrusted me to take care of this new little person and were so full of hope and naive expressions of fear and faith. It was all going to be okay they told me. Each of them had chaotic childhoods and the boyfriend had raised himself, so he is going to be there for the baby. He's not sure what marriage means, but he is going to help take care of Ana. B is going back to school next month and Ana can go with her to the free daycare. They are going to start a savings account this week.<br /><br />With a heavy heart, I said a silent prayer that Ana would indeed have a different childhood than her parents had. For a moment, I let myself believe in the young optimism of B and her boyfriend. If your children have children, you become a grand-parent; so when my patient became a mother, I become a grand-doctor. Now there is triple the care in an appointment. For Ana, her mother and her father. <br /><br />I'll just hope and see. I did whisper in Ana's ear to make sure she waited to have sex and always used a condom. You can't start too early!Aparnahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02801452371508792254noreply@blogger.com0