Some had the pampering of their grandmothers, some had the laps of their mom's, some sucked quietly onto their thumbs, For my sense of security as a child, I had a Barbie. And I still have the doll. She ate with me, slept with me, played with me and I dragged her everywhere by her hair. I felt safe by taking her along.
It's not incredible - people attach meaning to inanimate objects - dolls, watches, mufflers, a dried flower - though just another thing to most - it can be the blanket of security that gives a sense of belonging to a few - including me.
Then I grew up and clinged to people and things closest to my heart. When people my age were moving on, leaving their homes, cities even countries to study or to work – I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think to move. I still cant. And that need for security has forever been burning in me, in its powerful and protective yet different forms. We downplay our deepest need to be valued and cherished that makes us vulnerable yet so strong.
Home-ly yours
Faded Glory
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Ekla Chalo Re
Thats all one can do at times.
With my dearest friends now settled and busy in their lives - professionally with good jobs and personally with spouses and children; in different parts of the world you can hardly complain when you hardly have time to talk even otherwise.
When times and people move with time and you refuse to move along, you are left behind. You look at the back, there's no one. You look to the left and right - still no one. Its Ekla Chalo Re time. And I will have to walk alone.
Lots of catching up to do. Literally and Figuratively.
Reflecting-ly yours
Faded Glory
With my dearest friends now settled and busy in their lives - professionally with good jobs and personally with spouses and children; in different parts of the world you can hardly complain when you hardly have time to talk even otherwise.
When times and people move with time and you refuse to move along, you are left behind. You look at the back, there's no one. You look to the left and right - still no one. Its Ekla Chalo Re time. And I will have to walk alone.
Lots of catching up to do. Literally and Figuratively.
Reflecting-ly yours
Faded Glory
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
41Y 41D
I always believed I have a lot of patience. But I was wrong. It was dad's superannuation today and he retired from the same office after 41 years and 41 days!! Phew!!
Wonder how many bad bosses, office politics, bad appraisals, failures and stressful times he endured and yet kept going! Its easy to quit and difficult to brave it all.
Lots to learn for the eternally dissatisfied job hopping generation of ours!
Respectfully yours
Faded Glory
Wonder how many bad bosses, office politics, bad appraisals, failures and stressful times he endured and yet kept going! Its easy to quit and difficult to brave it all.
Lots to learn for the eternally dissatisfied job hopping generation of ours!
Respectfully yours
Faded Glory
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