To wander

a little bit broken
a little bit lost
but glowing 
still dreaming of far away places
camels,castles,tallest buildings..
sunsets,rises..
far away friends with blue brown eyes
carefully watching time passing us by
with a sad restlessness
'so much to see,so little time'..

Sweetness of N&N s

Ah life is fabulous! Isn't it! 

It’s burning in the mid-day and raining in the evening! Days are having multiple personality disorder. I’m getting darker and the evening traffic jams are getting bigger and bigger day by day.

But you should not complaint, because, above all that nuisance, life is fabulous! Or at least my 16 years old niece thinks so. She is getting taller and smarter every day. So,I believe that to be true.

Well I haven’t told you about my nieces and nephews, have I?

How did I miss that!

I have a very weird spot in my heart for all my nieces nephews, Some of them find entering to my room, when I’m not around, as equal as going to Las vegas! So whenever possible they crash down to my room and make everything upside down out of curiosity and try to make bald comments on random things they see.

Ex:

1.You should switch to an  i phone.  (Yeah, I will, when you buy me a one)

2.These shoes are real cute  ( Sorry I can’t give it to you)

3.  “I like this scrabble, It’s very artistic”

“Really, Thanks hun”

“And that dragon picture, that’s even better than this! You should be a painter you know”

“Wait a minute, but that was in my diary!!! Did you read my diary?”

According to my observational experiments, there are two crucial factors about having nieces and nephews.

1.They can make you feel younger by taking you to their gang

2.They can make you feel ‘ancient’  by not getting you to their gang

Both factors have side effects. First factor can make you feel like Superman, for sometime, it can be thrilling, but then it starts making you feel quite stupid.They turn out to be nothing but stupid mere pests who know nothing about Kurt Vonnegut or Michele Foucault.

The mechanism of the second factor is different. 

You end up being an antique piece of furniture in their lives. Hardest part is when  one of your  niece who used to be just a sixth grader yesterday, visit your family with gifts for your mom from her first salary when you are still drawing in the bottomless swamp of your dull Uni education, or boring job. The ones who were wearing Barbie T shirts and pink sunny suites appear in front of you looking more like Je Lo or Shakira. The first question they ask you, ‘ are you still working/ studying …………..?” BOOM! You are a dinosaur!

Luckily I’m in the first category, in which they find that they are quite honored by my presence.

My eldest niece is 19 and the youngest is 3 and half. 19 year older once tried to steal Games of Thrones from my laptop and they little miss.3 and half tried to steal my guinea pig.

To be continued..

KIT to read more wisdom thought of my Nieces and nephews..

“You should not underestimate my hobbies, I risked my life to get that kite, I almost died twice” (5 year old)

“I know you an exam tomorrow, I know you are worried, my idea is, we should make a chocolate pudding,  there is nothing chocolate puddings cannot fix” ( 16 year old)

Take care, be good!

Good to see you!!! Gerontology- part one

Hello world!!! Welcome to My New blog.

If you are new to my sites,

“Hi  sweet heart, how do you do, you have lovely eyes, I love when those eyes go through every line I write, come again, I’m waiting!

If you used to read my other blogs,

 ‘well hi there old cactus! you look little taller now. This time I’m not going to make fake promises, you know that I’m not good at updating the account, So let’s be cool to each other, in good times and bad times, (you read my stuff, when I want you to read, no complaining, end of the story! )

So I’ve been thinking what to write. There are thousands of holly amazing and totally unexpected phenomena’s happening in the world. Every day is full of surprises in some places in the world; and in the rest everything is stupendously boring, life is yawning 24 x 7. As a person who is living in the crossing line, I think I must start with something more neutral and clean.

And that is why I’m writing about parents today.

I love my parents, true that sometimes I am rebelling to push my boundaries of freedom, but I love how they care and share. Being a bird is always better than being a kite, yet the truth is, even birds get tired wings. Every bird should get the privilege of having a nest so they could rest and fly better. Not far, not faster. But better: you can have your own definition for ‘better’.

I know what you are thinking. ‘what is C is getting at’ 

Back to the topic, in most of the cases, parents do everything within their capacity to raise up their kids to be cute smart prominent residents one day. I do not know whether you are aware of this, but you didn’t come out from your mommy’s tummy with a user manual. They figured out it all by themselves. You were munching everything and pooping everywhere. Now look at you! Woah! Rocking! Once you were small and stupid, learning how to write, ‘CAT’ and ‘RAT’  and today you are ,reading blogs, tweeting, facebooking.

Wait a minute didn't you miss anything?

What is the role your parents play in your new world? Are they blogging too? How much do they know about you? Yes the new you! Or how much do you know about them?

While you were growing up, they were growing old.

Did you notice that? 

As much as a child struggle through growing up, parents struggle through the period of growing old. Can you remember how much of a wonder the washing machine was for you when you were three or four? And can you remember how they tried to make everything clear to you, being so patient answering every stupid question you asked and tolerating every single tomfoolery you did to figure out the world.

Now it’s your turn to be patient and responsible. Start with something small, show them your world, if they are not computer literate simply make them. Tell them about the blogs you read, show them search engines. Let them search whatever they like, Making rose beds to artificial intelligence.

Let them learn once again. Do anything that could bridge the gap between the two worlds.

There is a cute word I can use here, when talk about aging.

Gerontology.

KIT to read about gerontology!  I know some amazing rituals some tribes perform when they are aging!

Bye for now, take care, be good!