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						<title>Laughing stock-Saved by the NRIs</title>
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						<description><![CDATA[Yeah yeah I am proud to be an Indian, I embrace my culture in a far off land, I bring up my Candian born&nbsp;kids as Indocanadians with the alleged stress on INDO&nbsp;and all the yadyadyaydadyaydaya.&nbsp; Trust me it is tough.&nbsp;&nbsp;And&nbsp;&nbsp;trust me on this one too .. that INDIA does not make it any easier on me or my fellow Indians living hereabouts to go about touting that we are proud Indians.&nbsp; As for the numerous jokes on NRIs that make the rounds on the net ...&nbsp; ahhhh sure! pick on a far off prey and hey if that makes my brethern in India laugh, dont worry, &nbsp;no bad blood across the oceans  Case in point - Winter Olympics is happening in Vancouver, Canada.&nbsp; That we Indocanucks are flabbergast that India even&nbsp;sent a team of three athletes, two coaches and one manager is totally overcome by the gaffe that would have made&nbsp;India a laughing stock in the eyes of&nbsp;three billion viewers world across when the team had non uniform uniforms!!&nbsp;&nbsp; How on earth could you pack your bags without first checking if the outfits matched?!!&nbsp; But then ofcourse we are talking about India and we are talking about atheletes from India.&nbsp;&nbsp;  Lets see-who can we blame- the Govt Of India? the sponsors? the system - that does not allegedly allocate enough funds for sport activities? or&nbsp; my personal favorite-the politicians...the INDIAN politicians.. they have their hand in any pie, dont they or it might just be the bad elf or the fairy that jinxed the uniforms of the team!!!  The NRIs in Vancouver - yup the same NRIs&nbsp;that are made the butt of many a joke stepped in-pooled, donated hard earned moolah and got a local sportswear company&nbsp;to get new MATCHING uniforms for the Indian team.&nbsp;  I mean we are not talking about a team that is too many to count, that errors could inadvertently creep in.&nbsp; We are talking about a team that is less than half a dozen in number and we could not even aim to get a passing grade&nbsp;in coming out decked in a uniform,&nbsp;let alone going for the gold!!  Riding the train,&nbsp;and everyone has their eyes glued to&nbsp;their papers which has this news splashed across them, I would have wanted&nbsp;to ahh.. but then again if I can brave the Canadian winter, foolardiness of ... ehh am sure you know where I am arriving it!  All said and done, I grew up saying aloud that mandatory pledge at the school assemblies while in school in India - all Indians are my bros and sisters.&nbsp; I&nbsp;extrapolate that to include, all Indians from India&nbsp;are most certainly our bros and sisters and should you find yourselves in trouble, the Indian community abroad would come together to bail out-saved by the NRIs.&nbsp;  The joke certainly is on us!&nbsp; :giggles:  ]]></description>
						<pubDate>Feb 16, '10</pubDate>
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						<title>Of a lesser scheme!</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/40096</link>
						<description><![CDATA[Quite the cliche&nbsp;.. in the 'grand scheme of things'!&nbsp; 
But&nbsp;  
every so often I&nbsp;experience as though&nbsp;all the&nbsp;conundrums &nbsp;of the world&nbsp;are stuffed right into my face, and I am gasping for breath! 
 
However, I realize too that&nbsp; taking note of&nbsp;the happenings around me, around the world is all I need -to put things in persepective and realize how dimunitive&nbsp;my 'problems' are in the grand scheme of things!&nbsp;&nbsp; At the best, as a saving grace I can term them 'inconvinient moments or &nbsp;a 'difficult situation'. 
 
A recent morning started off, with me bickering to&nbsp;luvamalife about my ideas, my thoughts, my terminology and such being stolen and splashed across everywhere with somone else's stamp all over them.. Clever fellah,&nbsp;my dude&nbsp;just&nbsp;decided to keep mum.&nbsp; And I was forced to push my grievance to the back of my mind as more important&nbsp;events in the course of the day&nbsp;took the centrestage. 
 
Missed the 7.40am even though I was up since 5.30 and every thing was carried out with clockwork precision.&nbsp; The train pulled in just as I found a parking spot.&nbsp; Swearing under my breath did not help much by way of letting out steam as well aggression!&nbsp; A series of unforseen events including the&nbsp;early morning drizzle&nbsp;might as well be blamed. Shh! I skid really badly on the roads. It is just providence that there were no vehicles coming either way or I'd not be keying in this blog!&nbsp;In matters of&nbsp;vehicle safety and my driving I follow the principle- 
What my dude doesnt know, doesnt hurt him!  
 
Mr.HighnMighty&nbsp;from the Dealership calls me up, 'we cannot find the vehicle of your specification; however we migh have something else for you'.&nbsp; What I really wanted to do was scream at the top of my lungs, instead I merely said, 'give me my options and I will get back to you'...I cannot tell you enough how much research went into picking those specs for the vehicle! 
 
I had to call my dotty's school to give them&nbsp;a heads up that I might be late by 5 minutes or so this week, picking her up in the evening and the principal's response threatened to bring out the worst in me.&nbsp;&nbsp;'Ms.HighHorse!' I pleaded, &quot;I merely wanted to&nbsp;confirm that you charge just a few million dollars per late minute!'&nbsp; And Ms.HighHorse went on a 'tis not about the money Mrs.Saz' sermon.&nbsp; Trust me, if it werent for the money, she would not be in the business! ney? 
 
There is a slew of such inconvinient moments that I&nbsp;break my head&nbsp;against quite&nbsp;often and on a irritatingly regular frequency.&nbsp; But then, so must everyone I suppose.&nbsp; Actually, in hindsight I am grateful these are just mere 'nuisances' and nothing heartbreaking as what I read and hear everyday happening around the world. 
 
But hey, if you want to do the grand scheme of things twist to your life's problems, think about that child in Somalia whose face was torn totally out of whack, ripped open by a stray war&nbsp;bullet! God bless him and his mom! A Somalian American ReachOut group is helping them! 
 
Did you know about the dude somewhere in Europe who was deemed braindead for thirty years following an accident, was never actually so.&nbsp; All the while, he was very much aware of what was going on around him.. just not able to express his 'awareness'.&nbsp; I shudder when I think of not being able to vent my thoughts even for a&nbsp;moment, and to think someone suffered for three decades?! 
 
Then there is this mom whose lungs collapsed, completely gave out and she was almost given her 'last breath moment' and the letter she wrote to her four month old baby for her to read when she was older.&nbsp; Thanks to tweets updates&nbsp;everywhere, the mom gets a donor&nbsp;lung and the transplant happens and it is a happy ending.. 
 
I didnot even get to mention about Al gore's ubiquitous&nbsp;'end is near' speeches...&nbsp;Mind&nbsp;you, I do agree that there is more than a grain of truth to his claims&nbsp;..but...it&nbsp;gets quite 'inconvinient' after a while to listen to doomsday predictions!&nbsp; Neverthless, greenhouse gas emissions, carbon footprint et all need to be top on our list of worrisome things of grandeur nature! 
 
Add to that the eternal unrest in Israel and well you know the rest.. 
The re-elected President's plight in Afghanistan.. 
President Obama's greeting gesture while in Asia, aww the poor dude gets so much bad rap! 
The H1N1 ehh.. you are catching on pretty fast I must admit.. 
And so on and so on... 
 
In these grand scheme of things, my problems are definitely of a lesser scheme/importance and&nbsp;I daresay&nbsp;I can mitigate&nbsp;them or at the bare minimum take away the edge,&nbsp;with just a&nbsp; 
slam dunk! 
 
Perhaps folks, you should try it out too... &nbsp; Pit&nbsp;'lesser scheme' against the 'grand scheme' and rest assured we will chug along life's traverses&nbsp;just fine! 
 
 

 
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						<pubDate>Nov 25, '09</pubDate>
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						<title>Screamfest!</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/38990</link>
						<description><![CDATA[October 31, Halloween day.&nbsp; en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Halloween  But the stores started featuring halloween merchandise - costumes as well the candies right after Thanksgiving which was just a fortnight back.&nbsp; This is one of the&nbsp;events&nbsp;that is&nbsp;eagerly looked forward to when sunny summer evenings come to an end.&nbsp;&nbsp;  Hereabouts the retailers and the timing of their wares' display have sort of become a harbinger of events to come! Be it Thanksgiving or Halloween or Christmas or.... It has always been a point of contention between luvamalife and myself - who gets to stay home handing out candies/ trick or treat to the countless&nbsp;little gnomes,&nbsp;darth vaders, ninja warriors, princesess, cinderallas, witches et al that ring the door bell as soon as it gets dark versus, who gets to accompany our two offsprings on their round of trick or treats.  I have always had to give in.&nbsp; Not even the wildest of horses can drag hubby away from the warm hearth inside the house on a cold October night when he is stubbornly and wantonly stay put.&nbsp; I am now having to call up my neighbours to check if any of them would like to join me and my little ones as we go parading &nbsp;from house to house in the neighbourhood - trick or treating!!&nbsp;End of the endeavour,&nbsp;when&nbsp;the little ones&nbsp;dump the spoils of the night - candies&nbsp;( I like to add the adjective 'sinful' - self explanatory of course!) and I see the gleam in their eyes as to who got the most treats - kind of makes it all worth the while!&nbsp;&nbsp;  Of course, all adults as well children out on the night&nbsp;stick to strict&nbsp;safety guidelines so all stay away from mishaps - in the form of a caution less driver misses to see a little trick or treater and God forbid!!!&nbsp; Or as every parent hereabouts has drummed into every pore of their being - to be on the look out for child predators/pedophiles.&nbsp; Again, God forbid.  There has been years,&nbsp;at halloween parties&nbsp;where I could not identify mine own child - horror of horrors!&nbsp; But pray how do you pick the right gene - your gene - from a pool of umpteen little spidermen?&nbsp; The next year sonny and I decided we have to choose a unique costume - we opted for Darth Vader - to our dismay we found out how many folks think and choose alike!!! There were half a dozen darth vaders at the same halloween party.&nbsp;&nbsp;This year does not look much promising either...  Monday night, I am just back picking up sonny from his scouts halloween party - he and I thought not many would have chosen to be the Scream from the movie ... Boy were we sorely mistaken!!!...There&nbsp;were so many Screams around; I dare not count. Hopefully my dotty/her costume fares better - pink witch!!!  One of these coming years,&nbsp;I might just be able to convince my children that they might fare better if they just went in as themselves - for nobody else would have tried to be that!!Happy Halloween if you celebrate,&nbsp; If not be it known, there is such an event And wish me and mine a good one.   &nbsp;&nbsp;]]></description>
						<pubDate>Oct 27, '09</pubDate>
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						<title>THE FUNNY SIDE OF FAILURES-Life at its best</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/37947</link>
						<description><![CDATA[Fish&nbsp;outta&nbsp;water! 
 


This is a tag game folks - HEAR THAT? a TAG GAME 
Write about your attempts and failures with a dash of humour! Finding the silver lining!&nbsp;And&nbsp;I tag all 147 on my friend list :giggles: 
 
I, &nbsp;Saz impishly&nbsp;join&nbsp;dear sis CJ, &nbsp;in launching this tag game! So,&nbsp;go ahead-humour&nbsp;us.&nbsp; 
 
I must have been in grade&nbsp;one or thereabouts when dad decided to take us to the river-'tis time saz learned swimming!'&nbsp;The river&nbsp; -&nbsp; Periyar of Alwaye Shivrathri fame as any Mallu worth his/her coconut oil would know.&nbsp;Of course I was game; for I envisaged hours upon hours of fun in water .&nbsp; Dad&nbsp;walked me to the shallow&nbsp;part and started the instructions.&nbsp; Predictably enough, I hit&nbsp;the river bed-sand in my mouth along with some slimy and unsightly green stuff! algae?&nbsp;YUCK! I came up gasping for breath.&nbsp; Mom was&nbsp;the picture of&nbsp;encouragement while dad was relentless trying to be patient, getting his dotty 'watersmart'.&nbsp; Me- I just wanted to run away with the boat people, for they didnt have a taskmaster of a dad breathing down their necks plus rowing seemed&nbsp;such fun.&nbsp; I made dad give up after&nbsp;a good hour and half's worth of&nbsp;coaching.&nbsp; 
Mission Failed--&gt; attempt - 1 
 
On vacation- at my mom's&nbsp;parents' place-dad is upto his old tricks once&nbsp;again, 'saz defintely&nbsp;has to learn swimming', he quipped to my uncle and entrusted him with the honorary task.&nbsp; I was to&nbsp;be my favorite uncle's charge for the next couple of hours.&nbsp; This time&nbsp;the venue was the well at the family's farm.&nbsp; Let me put it this way, that uncle is now neither&nbsp;my favorite&nbsp;nor did I&nbsp;master swimming....far from it. 
Mission Failed---&gt;&nbsp;attempt - 2 
 
Fast forwarding to the year 2006-the party of Four-luvamalife,my kids and I on a weeks'&nbsp;vacation at the Sun Island&nbsp;resort in&nbsp;Maldives.&nbsp; The sea is&nbsp;precious hue of blue under the&nbsp;azure April&nbsp;skies, that you would not want to leave the sandy beaches..ever.&nbsp; When the sun gets too hot, the guests just walk to the shades and swim in the beautiful pool.&nbsp;&nbsp;While&nbsp;dad and sonny were swimming away like&nbsp;fish; mommy had to just wade in the&nbsp;splash pool with the princess.&nbsp; About an&nbsp;hour into the swimming, sonny yelled out to me from the far end,&nbsp;'Mom,&nbsp;tis such fun, you need to learn to do the laps&nbsp;and&nbsp;you need to&nbsp;do so RIGHT now!'&nbsp; I havent grown tough enough to say NO to him.&nbsp;&nbsp;But then again his enthusiasm is very much&nbsp;contagious.&nbsp;&nbsp;This once I was the willing tutelage of the duo - sonny and daddy.&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 
End of the afternoon, I could hold my breath under water long&nbsp; enough to&nbsp;dive and&nbsp;pick up the toys that princess kept flinging into the pool.&nbsp;&nbsp;To my credit, &nbsp;I could play dead and&nbsp;float too.&nbsp; Could I swim?&nbsp; Hell no.&nbsp; Tis a far cry from where I was.&nbsp; Not much has changed now either.&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 
Mission kinda 'ok'ed ---&gt; not an entirely failed attempt.
Ah well, not many of&nbsp; my Indian girlfriends hereabouts know&nbsp;to swim either.&nbsp; Couple of us&nbsp;got together&nbsp;to give it a shot again this summer.&nbsp; Uhh...summer barely came but surely gone now and nothing earth shattering happened.&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 
Hey...but there is always next summer to look forward to and the Erin Mills Centre Swim Pool looks swanky&nbsp;after the recent&nbsp;renovation.&nbsp; Who knows...perhaps ..just perhaps..one summer I will turn out to be the fish in the water&nbsp;than the one outta it.
Until&nbsp;such time is here,&nbsp; 
&nbsp;I am deemed to be one of those&nbsp;that 
&nbsp;just parade the&nbsp;edge of the&nbsp;pool&nbsp;in&nbsp;the swimsuit&nbsp;,but hardly ever swim&nbsp; a lap.&nbsp; 
 
 
The silver lining-well doh! I have just as much fun in the splash pool,wave pool and jacuzzi as the swimmer does in the pool...sans the workout and&nbsp; 
swimsuits are on sale&nbsp; for nearly three quarters of the year, for our summers are very brief...and winters&nbsp;long.&nbsp; 
 
Over to you now folks...share us an attempt which was not all bed of roses... 


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						<pubDate>Sep 29, '09</pubDate>
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						<title>The whole six yards</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/37750</link>
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Out of the blue,&nbsp;my&nbsp;Grandpa&nbsp;went to me, 'you know, the one Indian&nbsp;item that is instantly recognized&nbsp;the world over and perhaps lauded too? I had no clue.&nbsp; 'The saree' he said.&nbsp; ''Oh yeah?'&nbsp;&nbsp;I must have said, nonchalantly.&nbsp;&nbsp;To my utter&nbsp;dismay, he then decided to &nbsp;drop the bombshell, ' You ought not to&nbsp;be&nbsp;parading&nbsp;in these outfits, you should be wearing a saree'.&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 
I was all of twelve and&nbsp;wearing my prettiest of outfits, tailor made; &nbsp;the pattern straight out of some American glossy mom had gotten hold of!&nbsp; All my friends had the utmost look of admiration and kind words to say when&nbsp; I wore my outfits to school on 'color dress' day and yet&nbsp;here is grandpa giving me a different story.&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 
If I&nbsp;were disappointed&nbsp;with his statement, I hid it well. 
 
But little did I fathom, he would go&nbsp;talk to my mom.&nbsp; The next thing I know,&nbsp;mom and dad&nbsp;escorted me to&nbsp;this swanky saree&nbsp;place in the&nbsp;heart of MG&nbsp;Road, Cochin.&nbsp;We were shown a multitude of the&nbsp;stuff!&nbsp; I was&nbsp;overwhelmed; surely they didnot expect me to drape it all over myself and&nbsp;drag it around!!&nbsp; 
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I nodded my head in mute bewilderment to a couple of&nbsp;'em&nbsp;sarees that mom and dad&nbsp;seemed to take a liking for.&nbsp;To cut it short,&nbsp;mom&nbsp;draped the thing&nbsp;over me&nbsp;after umpteen&nbsp;blouse fitting sessions.They thought it&nbsp;was a kodak moment for&nbsp;dad was clicking pictures, and a set of those went to my grandad without delay-the master mind behind the whole ordeal. 
 
Thus began my love-hate relationship with this endless yards of fabric.&nbsp;&nbsp;Folks in my&nbsp;extended family&nbsp;loved to make me wear this thingie&nbsp;and I just plain hated it. 
 
And then there are occassions in every Indian girl's life&nbsp;in general and every south Indian girl's life to be precise where she has to present herself in this garb not to talk of a saree laden trousseau.&nbsp; I was to subjugate my rebellion to unwritten norms and codes of dressing as decided by&nbsp;I-dunno-who.&nbsp; 
Boarding&nbsp;that Cathay&nbsp;to Canada,&nbsp;the gleam in my eye would have been hard to miss. At last, no one could push me into wearing something I didnot want to.&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 
Boy! was I mistaken.&nbsp; The luvofmylife turned out to be all my extended family put together!!! At the slightest behest-of going to the mandir, attending an Indian get together, even going for an Indian concert..he would insist that I drape that thingie.&nbsp;&nbsp;I have lost count how many tussles we have had over this stuff.&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 
Something changed drastically after the arrival of my princess nearly four years back!&nbsp; She is growing up to be a girl that has this abominable love for desi finery!&nbsp; The utter&nbsp;delight on her face when I dress her up in all the dazzling stuff- a joy and a sight&nbsp;to behold.&nbsp;&nbsp;When she sees me labouring into the saree and later when I check&nbsp;the mirror for appropriate 'doneness'&nbsp;she runs over and hugs me tightest; ' I love you mom'! leaving me to&nbsp;wonder&nbsp;-she didnt? she didnt love me as much before the saree? huh?&nbsp; 

 
For her, I decided, I'd do this any number of times over.&nbsp; I believe I have a responsibilty now, to instill in her, a continued affinity for the way her origins demand she dress up! 
 
Oh! No, doesnot mean I have changed all&nbsp;that much;&nbsp; you still wont catch me dead in this outfit -ever- in the mainstream here.&nbsp; 
I donot throw a fit either when I have to make an appearance in a saree. 
 
&nbsp;On occassions I have had to&nbsp;elaborate to my non-Indian friends on the&nbsp;saree,&nbsp;have watched in amusement, the&nbsp;wonder written all over their face.&nbsp; The unabashed admiration&nbsp;when I show them the&nbsp; flowy silky fabric is nothing less than&nbsp;wholesome appreciation.&nbsp; To my utter horror, one of them could only think in terms of&nbsp;using up the&nbsp;material for living room draperies, bedroom linen and what not-woebegone!
The saree&nbsp;- an 'instant transformer' I'd say.&nbsp;&nbsp;It&nbsp;bestows that&nbsp;elegance and poise&nbsp;which just does not happen with other attires.&nbsp; I used to aim&nbsp;to wear it with such religious&nbsp;approach and therin&nbsp;lay my mistake.&nbsp; It just does not matter&nbsp;all that much; if I&nbsp;wear it with saftey pinned precision or gay abandon; for&nbsp;this garmet is very forgiving!! &nbsp;
It does demand some behavioural changes&nbsp;too&nbsp;&nbsp;which perhaps only my mom-in-law could have otherwise brought about-I ought not to chew gum while I am in a saree; just doesnt go with the 'class act' .&nbsp; And to top it all; I&nbsp;have to put a plug on my&nbsp;sassiness, and bring about a demure bearing!&nbsp; Lots to ask of me&nbsp;eh? 
 
The culmination of my love hate relatationship with this outfit&nbsp;happened&nbsp;recently&nbsp; when I had to be part of a dance event, and the costume was - saree.&nbsp; I did voice my concern rather vociferously-&nbsp;that&nbsp;the&nbsp;long drawn out fabric would &nbsp;restrict free&nbsp;movements; but it fell on deaf ears.&nbsp;&nbsp; 
 
So, I did dance,&nbsp;the event&nbsp;was a sucess. 
Unlike I feared, I &nbsp;did not trip and make a disgrace of myself.&nbsp; 
 
I bet you anything&nbsp;Grandpa would have had the last laugh, bless his dear soul. 
 
There, that is the whole six yards...
 

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						<pubDate>Sep 23, '09</pubDate>
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						<title>Taste of Pie</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/37369</link>
						<description><![CDATA[Humble pie that is! 
 
The frequency with which&nbsp;I have been sought out to eat humble pie lately, I have started yearning for it to taste something yummy!&nbsp;Say like pumpkin pie; what with Thanksgiving just around the corner!

Not in the order of the ocurrence of the&nbsp;events...neverthless, here they are...my pie moments! 
 
At the outset I must remind you;&nbsp;female of the species, kind of know it instinctively when they are looking great.... 
 
&nbsp;Here I&nbsp;was strutting around at a picnic the other week end; marking the end of summer '09 and amongst the&nbsp;glances coming my way I particularly noticed an youngster... later I was to gather, he was all of&nbsp;legal drinking age.&nbsp;&nbsp;I noticed him noticing me while he was&nbsp;hanging around with my son dribbling the soccer ball over at the field.&nbsp; Next thing I know, he&nbsp;was walking&nbsp;towards me&nbsp;and handed over a bottle of chilled Heinecken.&nbsp; On a balmy day; partying amongst dear friends; I didnt need&nbsp;much by way of&nbsp;cajoling to go for the lager!&nbsp; I knew it&nbsp;too&nbsp;kinda that he'd compliment me on something and I went debating to myself -&nbsp;it has to be my hair; no perhaps my&nbsp;peepers* which are so this year and fashionable; no perhaps he'd say something about&nbsp;the ace way I played at the ladies versus men games that were&nbsp;the highlight&nbsp;at the gathering that day... 
 
Instead, he looks down to my feet and said, 'Auntie, your footwear is&nbsp;a killer; it is hot'.&nbsp;&nbsp; I bloody almost choked; gulping down my beer!&nbsp; -&nbsp;PIE MOMENT
Last evening, had to drive my kids to the South Common community centre to register sonny for the year's Scouting programme.&nbsp;Just when I was parking the car sonny decides to hurl a question my way, &quot;Mom, what is a motto that you live by?&quot; I didnt have to think twice.&nbsp; I quipped, &quot;I have two mottos that I go by.&nbsp; The first one is- nothing is ever the end of anything&quot; and I elucidated, &quot;as in when&nbsp;you, fail to ace at this skating program does not mean it is the end of the world.&quot;&nbsp; and sonny chimes in, &quot;ah I see what you mean, except when I get a B in my grades and you yell and scream and cry&nbsp;and throw a fit&nbsp;like it is the end of the world&quot;&nbsp; 
-PIE MOMENT 
 
Needless to say, I never got around to telling him about my second motto which is 'Make a million&nbsp;efforts before you give up' !!! ahh there will be of&nbsp;course&nbsp;another&nbsp;time when I can enlighten him on that. 
 
At&nbsp;the dance&nbsp;class the other night, the twelve of us were taking a break after what seemed to be the 'nth' round of practise and the talk was about what would be a good number to&nbsp;showcase for the next stage show. Having done so many slow numbers lately I was itching to do some peppy numbers and suggested a few&nbsp; - off the top of my head.&nbsp; Well, lemme put it this way, all my commendations were promptly&nbsp;booed off and few of my galpals wanted to pummel me until&nbsp;I promised never to raise my maverick suggestions!&nbsp; For the umpteenth time I was reminded, &quot;saz, mommies dont do fast dance numbers on stage remember? We stick to slow, graceful, fluid movemets&nbsp;as becoming of us&quot; - PIE MOMENT
And I havent told you folks yet about the time I... ahhh never mind...there are one too many to narrate...my humble pie situations that is... 
 
Any wonder then, that I have started wishing these humbling moments would start&nbsp;tasting like my favorite&nbsp;pumkin pie or at the bear minimum the calorie rich pecan pie? 

 
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						<pubDate>Sep 16, '09</pubDate>
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						<title>SHE</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/36979</link>
						<description><![CDATA[my entry to the fropper games contest: 
hide n seek 
 
Tell about a fropper friend of yours by building clues and make people guess. The best riddle which is interesting and entertaining and will be the winner.&nbsp; 

She writes...boy does she write a gamut of em blogs 
ranging from stories that scare the&nbsp;jeepers outta ya, to the ones that instill patriotism in ya, to ones that make ya think if marriage is the sole purpose&nbsp;of a female's life, to essays that impart knowledge about&nbsp; a certain sword weilding,horse riding, female warrier princess of erstwhile raj (hint,hint) 
 
oh she writes poems of course;&nbsp; in hindi none the less and is merciful enough to provide a glossary towards the end explaining some of the hindi words that a non hindi speaking canuck might not fathom outright! 
 
she has even done a recipe blog, I reckon&nbsp;she must love cooking immensely and must have a well fed family. 
 
the loveofherlife has a venerable presence here on fropper(hint,hint); the dude has a steadfast standing as a reporter/&nbsp;writer(hint,hint) and causes quite a whirlwind whenever he&nbsp;interrogates a politician&nbsp;for a blog. 
 
SHE has done and I suppose she still does some work with theatre/radio - the media...had a blog once that said that bout her. 
 
SHE, I admire for she is at the helm of what I'd term a 'life that is being well lived'&nbsp; -mom of two dottys that are broght to their stellar stage in life by the beloved parents.. 
and a grand child (or more) to their credit!!! 
 
My knowledge of Indian geography&nbsp; and topography has taken a beating since I moved out of the country ages back...but I reckon..the state that she lives in is the centre/middle of India and I belive the city might be abundant in vitamin c bearing fruits. 
 
With a blemishfree reputation on this portal... 
 
tell me ye all awesome folks who this&nbsp; 
Madame M--------CAP is ..... 


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						<pubDate>Sep 08, '09</pubDate>
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						<title>One upmanship...</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/36780</link>
						<description><![CDATA[On the roads that is...  Monday night in downtown Toronto, &nbsp;it went on to take the life of bicycle courier Sheppard,&nbsp;when Bryant, former attorney general of Ontario&nbsp;allegedly ran his convertible Saab none the less over him, result of a nitwitted contention.  Bryant-&nbsp; &nbsp;in the nascency of a promising political career, will certainly be lightyears away&nbsp;from it now that&nbsp;he is facing charges by OPP(Ontario Provincial Police).  Sheppard -&nbsp; &nbsp;a dad of four, battling chronic alcoholism will not have to worry about that anymore-not when he has laid down&nbsp;his life&nbsp;to needless show of one upmanship.  The thought&nbsp;I-gotta-show-you-I-'m-better-than-you, however fleeting or momentary it maybe,&nbsp;could prove disastrous and life altering?(pun intended).&nbsp;&nbsp; As the above incident proved, for&nbsp;yet another time. There are many instances in life when&nbsp;we may be tempted to prove q.e.d. that&nbsp;we&nbsp;are better.&nbsp;&nbsp;And just as many times we might have&nbsp;walked away not giving in to basal warfare,clashes.&nbsp; Why do I get this resonant feel that we are the better for it?  'Road rage'&nbsp;- the one&nbsp;area where I struggle&nbsp;to control my competitiveness and on occasions where it has raised its head, it has always debilitated my otherwise strong vow to let sleeping dogs lie.&nbsp;  As any driver on the roads anywhere in the world can testify, edginess increases when traffic comes to a snarl.&nbsp; Irritabiltiy threatens to break all thresholds..... ire kicks in manifold... In that agitated state, God save anyone that dares provoke the driver the slightest-be it tailgating, or cutting in or turn the blinding blinkers on or&nbsp;throw in&nbsp;any of the other 'n' number of stimuli!&nbsp;&nbsp;  In spite of my better awareness, I have bitten the ehh bait!  Thus far, I have resorted to uttering expletives loudly if I am alone,&nbsp;to muttering them discreetly when I have company (read my kids and luvofmalife).&nbsp; Truth be told, I have flipped the odd birdie or two as well, making sure the offending driver is not driving a truck&nbsp;for they are darn&nbsp;intimidating owing to their sheer&nbsp;imposing size!!!  To my credit, I have never&nbsp;given in to a roadrage driven race.&nbsp; And as the driving wheel be the witness, I never shall either.&nbsp;Am I fishing for brownie points? far from it... I guess I am abating possible&nbsp;fatality.  The above&nbsp;mishap that is splashed across all the dailies&nbsp;for the past three days, more than serves a reminder to me and my fellow folks here to manage the anger, to not&nbsp;bait on to any kind of provocation, taunt while at the wheels and on the roads,to be mindful of all lives around&nbsp;-be it the pedestrian or the cyclist or the skateboarder, or the rollerskater or the jogger or the BMW driver or the truck driver.......  Trust me, we have enough going on by means of vagaries of nature(winter driving) and mere contingency without having to invoke road rage&nbsp;driven one upmanship or the other way round.  less fatality on the roads....lead to better&nbsp;road&nbsp;statistics!  The force be with every driver! &nbsp;&nbsp;]]></description>
						<pubDate>Sep 03, '09</pubDate>
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						<title>The obscure flute player</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/36699</link>
						<description><![CDATA[His name is Mohan D, a student in Mumbai. Says, he is from a village.  
 
I picture it to be an idyllic one-like the one from my dreamland!  
 
Plays the flute to break the silence he claims. Well then ... it better be something mellifluous or I'd rather ...it be quiet.  
 
He paints and some of his reading interests are noteworthy.  
His movie picks are not bad either!  
 
 
His zone picture I gather must be of him, playing the flute.  
 
I accepted him a friend recently, and that is THAT; no other exchange.&nbsp; 
 
Bless the blog, he has started to post comments on my write ups! 
 
http://www.fropper.com/zones/dmohan2007  
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						<pubDate>Sep 01, '09</pubDate>
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						<title>The fropper chain of Love and Friendship...</title>
						<link>http://www.fropper.com/post/36552</link>
						<description><![CDATA[ The virtual world, where the attention and any further&nbsp;interest&nbsp;may be garnered in the first instance and all subsequent ones,&nbsp;purely on the merit of the&nbsp;'written word'.&nbsp;&nbsp;  And yup, I do&nbsp;submit to the written word's charm quite a bit.  Add to that a dollop of&nbsp;humor and satire and I am urged to hone my reparteeing skills&nbsp;in order to come up with a befitting retort.  In short, I am&nbsp;challenged by this&nbsp;fropperite's &nbsp;wit,vocabulary,language skills,thought process,vivid imagination et al&nbsp;as evident from the gamut of blogs on the zone and the myriad comments on other blogs as well from scraps to myself, not to mention the shoutouts!  I'd consider my time on fropper well spent when I hobnob with such kind of personas - mutually benefitting I dare hope!  (well, never mind my sistahs ds and cj, but&nbsp;this one dares reprimand my incorrect use of language&nbsp;&nbsp;- as was done&nbsp;on one of my writeups recently! ehhh I am humbled and many thanks fella! you must be my english teacher reincarnated)  Not one of those SEEN and&nbsp;READ&nbsp;on every zone kinda individual.&nbsp; Doesnot&nbsp;strive to hog the limelight and inadvertently is not in it either.&nbsp; Not ever part of any aspersions, nor into thrusting his principles down anyone's throats.&nbsp; Has some fun scrap exchanges, worthy comments that&nbsp;could serve as a&nbsp;feather in the cap of the blogger and the blog,&nbsp;loads of quirky shouts that could well be&nbsp;rib ticklers, and a worthy write up once every while.&nbsp;  Not to mention the firm head on the shoulders&nbsp;that&nbsp;allocates just&nbsp;the right amount of attention and importance to the virtual world, over the real.&nbsp;  Guaranteed, and I know first hand that this fropperite never acts strange if ya attempt to befriend him, let alone act&nbsp;a stranger.!!!  Permit me folks, to pass on the torch of the spirit of fropper to&nbsp; solarflare on fropper since april 08,'07.  Dude, keep the spirit alive, pass it on...     ]]></description>
						<pubDate>Aug 28, '09</pubDate>
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