Away until mid may
Miss you all
Take care
S

I’ve loved you all my life,

Loving you each day and night, each hour,

Each minute,each second

with every breath I take

Loving till I can be in your arms,

I know it is just a matter of time

We will be together one day.

So have I dreamed, though we have been apart

This is something I have been wanting to do for a very long time. After witnessing the most horrifying RTA in my life, I figured I might as well do this now.

This post is a work in progress and I will add more as and when I get time.As most of you know me and my wonderful kids, if there is anything you want to add, do leave a comment.

My darlings

As your mother, there are so much I want to tell you.

First of all let me begin by apologizing for leaving your father.

I come from a broken family and I know more than anyone how important it is for children to have a proper family. I wanted to give you an ideal family. A father and mother living together, weaving the magic of perfect family and raising wonderful kids together.
Believe me when I tell you that I tried. I really tried to give you a family and only quit when I could no longer cope.

However, I need you to understand two things.
one: It was never your fault. Whatever issues I had with your father was my own. It was never because of the three of you. NEVER.

Two: Your father and I wanted each of you very much. We waited anxiously for your arrival, we shared the joys and the heartaches. and I know your father will agree with me when I tell you that the three of you mean the world to both of us, even when we live apart. It is also true that the three of you will come first before anyone else in our life.

However, just because I didn’t get along well with your father doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t/wouldn’t.
He is your father and you will respect him. He is not perfect,but remember always that neither are you.

I have enjoyed every second of being your mother. The three of you are the best thing that ever happened to me.
I was never a perfect mother. I probably screwed up most of the time. But there are things I wanted you to learn and I am hoping that I taught you to

respect
believe in yourself
stand up for what you think is right
to say sorry when you are wrong
not to judge
to think outside the box
to look for the silver lining in every grey cloud
to lose gracefully
to win graciously

As you grow up, you will learn that life isn’t a bed of roses. ( remember, even the most prettiest roses have thorns).
You will also learn that sometimes you lose.
In every race, in every game there is only one winner. But it isn’t always the winning that matters. It is the game, the race, being part of it, that is what matters. It takes courage to participate, knowing that you only have 50 % chance to win.

Give it a go. be it love,be it the exams that you never studied for or the badminton game with your friend.Don’t be afraid to do something because you know you would lose.
It is ok to lose. You can always try again.

This is something I have been wanting to do for a very long time and today I decided to do it.This is a work in progress and I will add more as and when I get time.As most of you know me and my wonderful kids, if there is anything you want to add, do leave a comment.

The thing about life is, we are never given a chance to know how long each of us live.

As your mother, there are so much I want to tell you.

First of all let me begin by apologizing for leaving your father.

I come from a broken family and I know more than anyone how important it is for children to have a proper family.

Believe me when I tell you that I tried. I really tried to give you a proper family and only quit when I could no longer cope.

However, I need you to understand two things.

one: It was never your fault. Whatever issues I had with your father was my own. It was never because of the three of you. NEVER.

Two: Your father and I wanted each of you very much. We waited anxiously for your arrival, we shared the joys and the heartaches.

You mean the world to both of us, even when we live apart and the three of you will come first before anyone else in our life.

Just because I didn’t get along well with your father doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t/wouldn’t. He is your father and you will respect him. He is not perfect,but remember always that neither are you.

I have enjoyed every second of being your mother. The three of you are the best thing that ever happened to me.

As you grow up, you will learn that life isn’t a bed of roses. ( remember, even the most prettiest roses have thorns).

You will also learn that sometimes you lose.

In every race, in every game there is only one winner. But it isn’t always the winning that matters. It is the game, the race, being part of it, that is what matters. It takes courage to participate, knowing that you only have 50 % chance to win.

Give it a go. be it love,be it the exams that you never studied for or the badminton game with your friend.Don’t be afraid to do something because you know you would lose.

It is ok to lose. You can always try again.

Yaya

my darling, you know how much I love you?

There is no meassure on this planet that can meassure my love for you. You are my favourite and I know you know that.

My fondest memory of you is how you helped me each morning to get the towel, powder and diaper ready for your brother, while I bathed him. You were 22 months old then and I never asked you to help me. I don’t know how you knew what to do. excatly at 11 am, you would bring your baby foot stool to the bedroom. Then get the towel from the changing table, climb on the stool and lay it neatly across the bed, always with the edges straight. Then you would get down, get the rest of the stuff and keep it on the bed.

When I was about 12, I won a book at the sunday school and it was the story of Yonako, translated in to malayalam. Yonako lost her legs in a train accident when she was young and eventually got married and had kids. She mentioned in the book that how her daughter helped her to cook when she was very little. She mentioned that her daughter was her guardian angel. My darling you are mine. I wouldn’t have survived raising your brother and sister without you. You are my rock, my support.

You wanted to learn to write when you were about 3. I got you a pencil and a note book and showed you how to write. But you weren’t holding the pencil right and I was adamant that you will hold the pencil properly. I can still see the way you looked at me and told me, “I don’t want you to teach me to write”

I leanrned my lesson. Much as I want to be perfect, i can’t expect you to be. It was a good lesson to learn and because of that you and your siblings had a better childhood.

When I told Dr. Tsung that I was expecting, he looked at me for a long time and then said, baby born in the year of tiger! good luck if it is a boy and double good luck if it is a girl!!! Now that I think of it, raising you was a challenge. All i wanted was to raise you without making you cry. All you wanted was to cry. Do you remember that I promised to bake you a cake of your choice from my recipe book collection if you don’t cry for a whole day??

I did. When you were 5 years old!!

Once, I heard someone ringing the door bell ( we were living in KL, on the 18th floor). I opened the door to find a woman whom I have never seen before. she asked me, do you want me to take care of your child for an hour, so you could have a break. Apparently she heard you crying from morning and felt sorry for me!!

You always had a mind of your own. You never ate a cookie that was out of shape. You never drank the medicine without having a huge tantrum.

You always listened to me. ALWAYS.

You never lied.

You always completed your home work.

Your books were neat, your desk was tidy. ( I am pretending not to notice the current state of your bedroom. I think that is part of being a teenager!)

If anything happens to me, baby please take care of your siblings. Be there for them. Make sure that daddy won’t chew their brain. I know you can. I taught you how to !

Took the kids out for fishing.
Let me tell you how much of fun it is.

First of all.. I am extremely allergic to prawns and the only bait that I usually find at the bait shops is prawns.
I didn’t want to restrict something my children enjoy because it could potentially kill me. ( I know it really sound weird. But I am not deliberately taking a risk, I do have my epipen with me and my son does the baiting the hook part)

So as much as I enjoy fishing, I am also terrified of having a severe allergic reaction and dying!

Secondly, I must introduce a few of my personal stuff I cherish the most.
First in the list is My Harley Davidson hat. It is older than Yaya. It used to be dark blue at one time. Now after being washed so many times it is neither blue, nor grey. It is somewhere in between.But it is my favourite hat.

At the beach, We found a nice spot. I always make sure that there are people around when we go for fishing in the event I have a medical emergency. This time, we had a group of kite surfers in the beach. ( All handsome, I must add)
My children were were so excited to cast the line.
I knew I won’t be spared from the excitement and hence I didn’t bring a book to read with me.
I found a place to sit and just as my butt touched the earth, I heard
“Mama,we need your help”
From where I was, I could see that all three fishing lines got tangled!!

I got up and the wind knocked my Harley davidson hat off my head! I ran after my hat and I heard my son hollering
“Look, mama is running! This happens once in a life time!”
And sure enough all the handsome kite surfing dudes heard him and were laughing..

I thought of shoving my son in to the water.

I caught my run away hat before it got soaked in the sea spray and went to untangle the lines.
By then the fishing mission has progressed to ‘find the culprit’ mission.
Each blamed the other for getting all the lines tangled.
Ultimately the older two ganged up on the youngest.
Easy victim.
She, being the master in the art of survival, started to cry.
she knows very well that I fall for her tears any day..any time, hook, line and sinker.
“Don’t blame her” I said
“You always take her side” They said
“No, I don’t” I said
“yes, you do” They said.
It was not getting any better and my poor baby was bawling her eyes out.
so I said
“Ok, let us go back. enough of fishing”
“What?” They screamed in unison
“You are so mean, You are no fun” They started to blame me
“You want to fish?” I asked
“Duh” They replied
“Then don’t fight” I ordered
“But we didn’t fight. You started it” The child who was bawling up until that moment looked at me accusingly and said.
I looked at them incredulously.
How did I get sucked in to this and ended up being the culprit?
Then they started to laugh. They love it when their mother is speechless.

Eventually after getting their lines tangled a million times and fighting with the gulls that were stealing the bait, my son suggested
“let us do something” and they went over the rocks to search the rock pools for treasures.
My son dropped his hat in to the water accidentally and asked if he could borrow my hat.I being the ever generous mom let him have my hat, but with a warning, don’t lose my favourite hat.
“Trust me mom. I won’t lose your hat” He said.
10 minutes later the three of them ran to me screaming
“Mom see what we got”
I could see that the water was dripping from my Harley Davidson hat.
My son opened my precious hat to show me
a fish
a live, slimy smelly fish
in my hat!
I know Methran Thamby’s wife must have rolled on the floors of heaven and laughed. After all, her grand daughter once caught ooppa meen with the towel!!

Ah, the joy of fishing!

If you have a company and does web page designing, can you send me a quotation please.

The website already exists.
They just want to revamp the whole site and make it user friendly.They are not bothered about SEO. All they want is to make it look nicer, add more features etc.
You need to mention all your costs.
I know it is a very short notice
I need the quotation by monday evening.
Thanks

A colleague of mine brought her children to my office because she wanted me to speak to her daughter!! Kids have school holidays and she thought it was a good opportunity to bring them to work and show them the real world..

Her daughter wants to be a graphic designer and the mother wants me to explain to the child that graphic designers don’t make enough money and felt I am the right candidate for the following reasons

1. I am a doctor with a master’s degree

2. I make tons of money ( delusions on her part for sure)

3.My kids are good students ( her words..only I know the the real truth!)

When my son was 3 years old we were living in KL and my son was fascinated with the garbage truck. One morning he said he wanted to be a garbage truck driver when he grows up. Amma was home that day and both Amma and I told him, No way, you are way too smart for that, besides garbage truck drivers don’t make any money.

Fortunatley for me, my brother in law was home that day and he told me he has a story to tell me.

Today T S Eliot is keeping me company.

Mélange Adultère de Tout

EN Amerique, professeur;
En Angleterre, journaliste;
C’est à grands pas et en sueur
Que vous suivrez à peine ma piste.
En Yorkshire, conférencier;
A Londres, un peu banquier,
Vous me paierez bein la tête.
C’est à Paris que je me coiffe
Casque noir de jemenfoutiste.
En Allemagne, philosophe
Surexcité par Emporheben
Au grand air de Bergsteigleben;
J’erre toujours de-ci de-là
A divers coups de tra là là
De Damas jusqu’à Omaha.
Je célébrai mon jour de fête
Dans une oasis d’Afrique
Vetu d’une peau de girafe.

On montrera mon cénotaphe
Aux côtes brulantes de Mozambique.

and in english

A Corrupt Mixture of Everything

In America, a teacher;

In England, journalist;

You’ll have to get a move on and sweat

To follow my tracks.

In Yorkshire, lecturer;

In London a bit of a banker;

You’ll have trouble putting me down.

In Paris I wear

A don’t-give-a-damn black cap.

In Germany I am a philosopher,

Very excited by the love

Of mountaineering;

I continually wander about,

With many expressions of pleasure,

From Damascus to Omaha.

I celebrated my birthday

In an African oasis,

Clad in giraffe skin.

They will display my cenotaph

On the burning shores of Mozambique.
(Source:penguin books)

I have always thought this poem describes me as I am..
No roots
No foundation
No links
No past
No future
Just the present..aimless travel

Thank you all for trying to work this out.

This is where I am getting confused.

Where am I going wrong??

5 students A B C D E F

students A and B works mon abd tue: total hours 2 + 2 + 2 + 2 =8

Students C and D works wed and thu ……………………..=8

Student F works Thu and friday………………………….=4

total hours 20

on monday 4 hours supervision

Tueday 4

wed 4

thur 6

friday 4

total hours of supervision 22.. cost of supervision 22 x 200

I got an extra 2 hours of supervision..and If I do it the normal way I get 20 hours..5 x 2 x 2..

This is driving me insane and I keep a straight face each time my child tells me she hates maths and tell her maths is fun. I am the biggest hypocrite of sll !!!!

This is what I need to figure out and it is pretty simple, for the love of macaroni I can’t get it right.

5 students
each students works only two days a week for 2 hours each day
Each student sees 4 patients each day.
Each student needs 2 hours supervision each day.
cost of supervision is $200/hr

All I need to find out how many total hours of supervision I need to pay..
and the cost per consultation by working out total number of patients seen and the cost of supervision

and I am sure it is pretty simple.
Can someone help me please ( and of course I did medicine because I hated Maths and look where I ended up)
And yes it is obvious that I have absolutely no maths brain cells in my skull!