On Pain

“chinnach chinna thoalvigaL kaettaen
seekkiram aaRum kaayam kaettaen”

I asked for small failures.
I asked for wounds that heal fast.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. – Khalil Gibran

Pain is not a bad thing.
Emotional pain.
Physical pain.
None of that is bad.

For life to be birthed, there is pain involved.
For muscle to be built, there is pain involved.
For us to work through loss, there is pain involved.

We all go through life with moments when our hearts swells.
We also go through moments that break our heart.
We pull through that because we finds ways to cope through that pain.

We all deal with sadness in our one way.
Some of us seek company.
Some of us seek solitude.

Some of us mask our pain.
Some of us wear it like a badge of honor.

Some of us shed tears.
Some of us smile through it all.

Whatever method we choose, we cope through sadness and pain.

Pain gets a bad wrap. But, it is beautiful.
Pain is part of life.

Pain is what gets us through the tough challenges in life and make us stronger……physically and emotionally.

Pain always makes us to do the Phoenix Rising from the Ashes act…over and over again.

So, here is to pain.
Embrace it. And, allow it to heal you.

Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have – life itself. – Walter Anderson

Take chances, make mistakes. That’s how you grow. Pain nourishes your courage. You have to fail in order to practice being brave. – Mary Tyler Moore

The secret of success is learning how to use pain and pleasure instead of having pain and pleasure use you. If you do that, you’re in control of your life. If you don’t, life controls you. – Tony Robbins

There is no birth of consciousness without pain. – Carl Jung

Turn your wounds into wisdom. – Oprah Winfrey

On Being Back Home

There is nothing as awesome as coming back home after a long week of travel, sleeping in your own bed (didn’t matter the boys pushed me to the very edge of the bed), waking up in the morning (yep, Kumar let me sleep in and handled the drop offs), making a cup of coffee, enjoying it, albeit hurriedly, and getting ready to tackle the rest of the day.

Happy Friday.

Home, the spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest. – Robert Montgomery

On a Dog’s Life

Cambridge Dictionary: a dog’s life: a very unhappy and unpleasant life

No meetings. No deadlines.
No cooking. No carpool duty.
No worries about the past.
No plans for the future.
Not a care in the world.
Just NOW.
In the moment.

When Rainbow feels like it, she basks in the warm sun.

We got it all wrong. Perhaps is time to update the dictionary.
A well cared for dog’s life: a very happy and pleasant life

On Cutting Onions

Kumar and the boys are usually the vegetable cutters in the family.
They help chop. I help cook.

I rushed home after picking up boys and gave some snacks to fend of their hunger.

Since my vegetable cutter was delayed at work, I started madly chopping the onions in a rush to get dinner started.

I hate chopping onions.
I was cursing the onions as the tears started pouring down my eyes.

The boys glanced at each other and shook their head.

I did my death stare and quipped – “Quit staring at me. Can y’all focus and study?

They both quietly walked to where my sun glasses were.
They brought it to me, placed it on my face and said – “Hope this prevents those tears.
Then, they walked away quietly after clicking a picture as I continued to madly chop the freakin’ onions.

When the boys were young, I often sang one of my favorite Bharathiyar’s song to them.
un kannil neer vazhindhaal, en nenjil udhiram kottudhadi
(Meaning: When I see tears trickling down your eyes, blood pours out of my heart)

Later in the evening, the boys joked about their own version of the song:
un kannil neer vazhindhaal, naan cooling glass koddupen
(Meaning: When I see tears trickling down your eyes, I will bring sun glasses to you)

I love how the boys are always looking out for me. What more does a gal need?

On Living in a Household with 3 Boys

Grrrr.
I swear.
One more time.
Just one more time they do this…I am going to have the boys taken out.

If you have a working prototype for toilet paper snapper (i.e., mouse trap like gadget for snapping hands of those that leave the toilet roll ON the handle), I’ll fund it.