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Where: Shenoy Nursing Home,Secunderabad
When: 1986, October 29th
Who: This is me. Yes, Jussri. Since I’ve always posted pics of others here I thought, this article would be the best only if I put in my pic.

I post a lot of pictures of random people and scenes on my website. I like to spread goodness around me. These days I meet a lot of people who often ask me if I am a photographer. Well my answer would be a yes-no. I have forever used photography as a medium to attract people to read my scribbles. Alongside in life I developed a love to capture other people smiling. That is how I ended up taking assignments. But if you ask me who am I?

I am a qualified Physical Therapist working towards contributing back to the field in my little way. Photography and writing help me spread the good things that I was brought up with.In two days from now, my parents celebrate their birthdays which are on May 9th and 10th :)[Yeah yeah, both are Taurus(eans) 🙂 ]. This post would be the only best gift I can give to them. Having talked about the ‘ Why’ part of this write up, I will now move to the ‘what’ part of it.

Every time we rushed home to complain that the teacher caned us bad,my mother’s standard question round was the first wall to hit. I swear to God I have never hated anyone more than my mother all those years. At times I felt she enjoyed making us feel bad.She would start her conversation like this.

“Nuvvem chesaavo cheppu” ( First tell me what did you do)
Well, it was difficult to hide facts from her.
“Memedho arusthonte kopam lo kottindhi sister( Yeah, yeah we were yelling and sister caned us[I studied in a catholic convent and we called our teachers Sisters(nuns)]

Then she would start her reverse engineered explanation for the entire situation. You are three kids for me at home to take care. I still find it difficult to manage you. How can sister make 60 students quite in 45 minutes?
I think it is justified she caned you guys!
Justification for the caning done!
No more arguments your honour.
And we disperse. This was the order of our life all through out our schooling.
Everytime there was a complaint from us, my mom went back to the root of the issue. Looking for the cause.

Fast forward many many years and I am in my General Medicine lecture. Day 1. Dr Joshi. A veteran general medicine specialist from our hospital was taking our first class.
Two things he spoke that day have remained in my mind forever.

1. Developing an inquisitive mind.
2. Believing that every problem/obstacle had a cause for it at a grass root level.

20 years of listening to those two lines and a professor telling you the same point in a medical school!
I really needed a break from listening to the same stuff every where i went. Looks like every one has same mothers like mine. But having been through medical school, surfacing out of a hell hole with minimal scarring, fighting my way through tough situations in life, I can never thank my mother enough for teaching me my basics right.

In these days of arm chair activists and anti-arm chair activists, I want to send out a plea.
Look with in yourself. Are you doing absolutely the best thing right now?
Are you able to show the strength of your character in testing times?(by not giving into temptations and short cut ways to success and wealth)
Can you say a No to yourself and strike a balance in the temper times?

Well, when I was tested, I asked myself these questions.More precisely,I was taught to ask myself these questions.I have always been this, ‘ drops of water make an ocean’ kind of activist for social causes. For all of you who are bugged by the over motivational videos and shows that keep cropping up around you every once in a while:
Stop watching television
Pick a hobby
Make a to-do list
Appreciate little things
Spend time with the elders in your family , let them tell you stories from their life
Count numbers when you are angry.

I never liked growing up under the iron hand rule of my parents. Today I absolutely cherish those moments. Today I am glad I grew under their parenting.

For all the challenges I faced,I surfaced unscathed because I was taught one best thing right.

Problems are mere situations and the solutions are right within them if you look at the roots, routes and causes.
Here’s thanking my parents for giving me an excellent up bringing. I thank God for letting me be your daughter folks 🙂 Have an awesome year ahead.

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of Roots, Routes and Causes

I am a qualified Physical Therapist working towards contributing back to the field in my little way. Photography and writing help me spread the good things that I was brought up with.In two days from now, my parents celebrate their birthdays which are on May 9th and 10th :)[Yeah yeah, both are Taurus(eans) 🙂 ]. This post would be the only best thing gift I can give to them. Having talked about the ‘ Why’ part of this write up, I will now move to the ‘what’ part of it.

Every time we rushed home to complain that the teacher caned us bad,my mother’s standard question round was the first wall to hit. I swear to God I have never hated anyone more than my mother all those years. At times I felt she enjoyed making us feel bad.She would start her conversation like this.

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Love and Luck

Yeah I know! Long time no see 🙂
This is no Valentines Day special, nor am I eating chocolates and counting rose petals 🙂

Clicked this at the Boston Harbour, Summer , 2011. When I shot this, I was amazed at how much they were in Love. I have been looking at this photograph for almost 8 months now trying to frame a few words.Always fell short of words. Today brought these words to my head 🙂

When you spend your time in the company of wonderful humans who can,

Laugh without rules,
And give without blues,
Life becomes a ride worth driving,
And Love happens to be a boon worth sharing.

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I Dream…I Wish…May b…

ALL THE CONTENT OF THIS AND THE FOLLOWING POSTS IS PURELY PERTAINING TO MY LIFE AND MY WAY OF THINKING TOWARDS IT…NO HARD FEELINGS WHATSOEVER TOWARDS ANYONE
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I wake up every morning with a hope that my day ahead would be the way I dream it can be….
Do I dream ???? ya I do 🙂

I dream of a day when i am free to interact with my faculty to talk of the subject,
I dream of a day i can voice my opinions against the so called “politics at work place”
I dream of a day i can be a part of something called a “research project” to invent a device that can judge if a member of the faculty is acting his or her place or they really do deserve it….
 
 I dream to be a HUMAN….
well you could be thinking what’s with this lady talking like a rebel ….ya i wish i was a rebel from the start…
 

I wish i was a brat who din respect their teachers and parents….
 

I wish i was indiscipined….
 

I wish i din give a damn if anyone was in troubles or hurt….
 

MAY BE I WAS WRONG ….

I was always taught and brought up with these kinda things in my life….
My parents still stick to it…. 🙂 ( I hate them for that)

“BE prepared for the tough things in life, so tht u cud face them in the eye and say u can’t take me down with u  ”
“Respect ur teachers, they r the GOD for u when u wanna b something in ur life, they teach u what life has taught them”

I tried living by these words …… I still believe in them…. may be some day i will get my answers….

but sometimes questions like this do pop up in my confused  head….

Why is this all happening to me?

I never misbehaved!

How is it that such highly educated and elderly people act so inhumanly and insensitive towards a 20 year old rather than help me??

May be I will have to wait for my day….

but I do sometimes realise and feel…..

Living life like a human has got nothing to do with being educated or scholarly….

Itz just the sense of dignity and the true spirit of being humans makes the likes of mother teresa, baba amte or the less known good samaritans around us daily….

May b am not the only one….(refer to the March 11th issue page  of THE HINDU’s city edition)….I was lucky… I wasnt harassed by the seniors neither by some psycho for some absurd reasons…here were the people whom I trusted revered and looked up the most to…WOMEN who were driven by I dunno what I could call…. EGOISM,COMPLEXITY( i wudn’t use the term had it not been told to me by a senior member of the management…) , hunger for saddistic politics( my seniors told me this:) )

OMG!!!! I thought, gimme a break… am only a 20 year old…. whtz all this against me….

every morning I wish I wud go to my study place with a open heart and see towards these so called ” scholars” with the same  dignity and respect that i used to give them before….

I somehow seem not to be abe to do it… May b GOD will gimme the strength….

the days go by for me with a hope that I will see better days in my workplace…..

May b itz just the words of my friend’s grandma tht ring in my years every time am frustrated ….

“There is Lord Srimannarayana looking upon all this and he wont deny justice to u ….”

I have an instant smile on my face everytime I remember this cute and “scholarly” 70 year old’s expression on the wrinkle filled face…

I know HE’s watching….HE’ ll rescue me…..May b…. I Wish ….I Dream

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