Labeled ables

Its been a while since I blogged and you would know why, in the 9th paragraph. In the last two weeks, I had several revelations, ranging from insignificant small things to life affirming ones. Just treat them like gossip column or one minute stories :)

I volunteered for teaching in spastic society and had a good time with special children. As absurd as it seems they are just fine to me. They do have communication and other physical challenges. Yet unlike us they don't pretend to be something which they are not.I have seen so called normal people are not at all normal in many ways and that includes me as well. We always pretend that we are happy, wealthy and healthy. We pretend as persons that we never were and never will be. We pretend not to worry about things- we want to die for and care for things - that meant nothing to us. However I did feel for the special children when I was told that most of them are allergic to chocolates! - Unacceptable!

Most of the Asian girls I see in Singapore likes/wears mini/micro mini skirts or short trousers. I asked about it to a close friend of mine who belongs here. She told that may be due to the fact that they don't have "good / appreciable (by men?! or themselves?!)" upper part of the body , so they dress to show case their legs! They may be playing their best cards I guess :P. I also noticed several advertisements about lenses that made their eyes look bigger, surgeries (you name a part of the body and they have one!) which are done to make them look not so Asian. Coloring and straightening hair salons can be found on every corner. Guys are also into " I am not good enough so I change the way I look to be more western". Like its the most natural thing to do . May be there is a growing need to have globalized looks - Debatable!

I realized I can breath only by mouth for a week now, still counting! - Curable!

I am sitting at my desk after one week of leave and don't have much work to do! My work is not at all affected by my absence. I should seriously consider moving to another project or job. But people close to me at work did worry about my absence and health. They visited me, messaged, called and made sure I am well kept. Even the friends to whom I have not informed,found out through others and came by my house with fruits! The old women who cleans my desk called to check on me! Except that my project manager (who has the responsibility to bill the client over the hours I worked.) was just interested in my joining date - Understandable!

The Singapore 5$ note has a picture of strange shaped tree. I found out that its 150 years old tembusu tree at botanic gardens here. The reason they printed it, is to honor the First president of Singapore -"Yusof bin Ishak" who worked in his early days as Gardner.- Admirable!

I had received last year's tax notice , a whopping two grand! An amount I never paid before and never imagined that I would pay! As strange as it sounds I am actually glad! This shows I am growing financially. Plus the notice said "Thanks for your contribution to building the Nation" - I like this idea.Singapore has given me so much and I would definitely love to support it. - I am Capable!

Even though I don't write regularly, few do visit my blog regularly and comment on the posts - Accountable!

On the way to work today, I was asked to pose for a photograph from a stranger! There were a group of young girls from China. One of the pretty girl among them came and spoke to me. I thought they were asking me to take a picture of them. But she explained with shy mixed smile that she (who knows why!) wanted to have a picture with me. May be they had a bet or something, may be she likes Indians ( yeah I can say it by the way she stood next to me :P ). The girls behind the camera started cheering as we stood posing closer to each other. It was fun though standing close to her with my hands on her shoulder and posing as if we known each other for years :) - Enjoyable!

Last week I underwent a minor surgery for Sinus. As the ceiling lights passed over me, I lay on the stretcher which was wheeled into the operation theater. It was my first ever and gave me several dreadful thoughts. Thoughts of loved ones, not being able to wake up after surgery, worst case waking up during the surgery, being casketed to India .However I kept smiling at the nurses and the doctors who asked me several questions to make me comfortable. As I was about to be put to sleep by anesthesia, I started praying. Repenting for the sins I may have committed and wishing that god be with me, A few affirmations that I trust the doctor and everything shall be fine when I wake up. Few loved one's faces crossed my mind , I mentally said I loved them more than they could imagine. Then I realized it! lying on operation theater bed under those big lights and masked people all around me . That I have to blog about it! Okay Its official now ! I am addicted to blogging. ) - Agreeable!

I also realized I can blog about just anything even mundane and ordinary ones in a presentable way - Commendable & Commentable :P