Reading blogs have become one my new interesting time pass.. I wouldn't exactly say a time pass coz at times they are a nice entertainment and at times they make us think... Blogging these days have become a nice medium where one can pen down their feelings.. Let the world know what they have to say.. There is no right or wrong for what one feels is right is wrong for someone else..

Leaving all that apart, today i read a very nice post which talks about housewives... A very nice narration.. The world looks down on us when one says she is a housewife. Here the author describes in an aptly fitting description..:) She calls herself a "Research Associate in the field of Child development and Human Relations" :)

I just loved her post and here comes her post as follows...

A woman named Mili renewing her driver's license at the Clerk's office was asked by the woman recorder to state her occupation. She hesitated, uncertain how to classify herself.

"What I mean is," explained the recorder, "do you have a job, or are you just a...

"Of course I have a job," snapped Mili. "I'm a mother."

"We don't list 'mother' as an occupation... 'housewife' covers it," said the recorder emphatically.

I forgot all about her story until one day I found myself in the same situation, this time at our own Town Hall. The Clerk was obviously a career woman, poised, efficient, and possessed of a high sounding title like, "Official Interrogator" or "Town Registrar." "What is your occupation?" she probed.

What made me say it, I do not know... The words simply popped out. "I'm a Research Associate in the field of Child Development and Human Relations."

The clerk paused, ballpoint pen frozen in midair, and looked up as though she had not heard right.

I repeated the title slowly, emphasizing the most significant words. Then I stared with wonder as my pronouncement was written in bold, black ink on the official questionnaire.

"Might I ask," said the clerk with new interest, "just what you do in your field?"

Coolly, without any trace of fluster in my voice, I heard myself reply, "I have a continuing program of research, (what mother doesn't), in the laboratory and in the field, (normally I would have said indoors and out). I'm working for my Masters, (the whole darned family), and already have two credits, (all daughters). Of course, the job is one of the most demanding in the humanities, (any mother care to disagree?) and I often work 14 hours a day, (24 is more like it). But the job is more challenging than most run-of-the-mill careers and the rewards are more of a satisfaction rather than just money."

There was an increasing note of respect in the clerk's voice as she completed the form, stood up, and personally ushered me to the door.

As I drove into our driveway, buoyed up by my glamorous new career, I was greeted by my lab assistant - age 13 . Upstairs I could hear our upcoming experimental model, (a 7 year old ), in the child-development program, testing out a new 'interior designing' pattern.

I felt triumphant! I had scored a beat on bureaucracy! And I had gone on the official records as someone more distinguished and indispensable to mankind than "just another mother."

Motherhood...What a glorious career! Especially when there's a title on the door.

Does this make grandmothers "Senior Research Associates in the field of Child Development and Human Relations" and great grandmothers "Executive Senior Research Associates"? I think so!!!

I also think it makes Aunts "Associate Research Assistants".

How dependable????

It is said that our brain is much more superior than a computer.. It can think and perform so many actions. Accepted..but off late how much we depend on electronic gadgets.

Before i had a phone for myself, I used to remember so many phone numbers.. there wasn't a need for me to have a phone book to remind me of numbers and also i used to remember all important events in the family and outside like birthdays, wedding anniversaries and so on... but now that i have got used to the phone i don't remember any number.. and having an alarm set for events has made me forget all important dates...

To be frank I don't remember my own number at times and have it stored in my phone... Living outside my country i should at least be remembering a few important contact numbers, but I'm so dependable that i don't even make an effort to remember any. I just cant imagine if i lose my phone then i will be left stranded... Its always better to have a few important numbers written down in a seperate pocket diary or to remember just in case of any emergency....

Hope I try to change this habit of mine and try to remember at least a few important numbers...

And today is my best friend's b'day and i totally forgot about it.. Usually its I who wish him first at 12 in the night. :) Its been a ritual strictly followed for the past 8 years... Yesterday for some reason or the other i couldn't fall asleep and was thinking why??????? Finally i remembered... Though I was half an hour late I did wish him...:) Thankfully i remembered.. Else I would have felt very bad... :)

What are you left with when you forget your TODAY thinking about your TOMORROW?

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What are you left with when you run the race called LIFE just with a goal of getting to a nice position, making your future secure, always thinking about tomorrow?

Fine, everyone needs to run the race to make your future secure but along with that don't we have to live our TODAY? Life is always about memories... Its how beautifully you live your today so that they become a nice memory in future... When you turn back and see its only memories that you are left with.

How is it possible for one to think instead of spending some time for self if i build my professional contacts the gain would be more.... You might be seen as a very wise person or a very ambitious person... You succeed in one aspect of life and fail miserably in the other.. Is professional life alone enough for a person? Don't you need a social life too? After all man works to lead a happy life.. Of course it all depends on what happiness means for each person...

Isn't man a social animal?

A nice thought...

Got it as a forward....

A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.

Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups -porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to hot coffee.

When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups were taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is but normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.
What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups and were eying each other's cups.

Now if life is coffee, then the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, but the quality of Life doesn't change. Some times, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee in it."

Don't let the cups drive you... Enjoy the coffee instead.!