Thursday, April 16, 2009

Never judge a book by its cover

Remember when your mom always told you to never judge a book by its cover? Well she wasn’t just talking about books but also about people. How many times have we judged a person solely on their looks?

Well, the judges and audience of the show, Brittan’s Got Talent were no different when 47 year old Susan Boyle came on stage. The plump yet cheeky lady instantaneously reaped jeers and eye rolls even before she introduced herself. Her dream of becoming a famous singer and the fact that she had never been kissed just added fuel to the fire.

With the music cued, Miss Boyle starts her rendition of “I dream the dream” from Les Miserables and UK was shocked. That shock has now spread to the US.

Now, I’m not a fond listener of such music but this lady caught my interest and I’ve found myself listening to her several times.

I encourage you to watch this. And remember, don’t judge the next “book” you see by its cover :)

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Thursday, April 02, 2009

Dealing with Death

Death comes to us quite sudden at times.

Although it was a loss, we did know his end was nearing. Yes, my friends, it is with deep sadness that I am informing you of the passing away of Mr. Guppy. The poor dear passed away in our sleep last night. At least, we considered it was a “Mr”. Never really had that check out.

This aquatic creature of the sea (or the glass bowl on the kitchen counter) came into our lives over 3 years ago. Our youngest daughter Gauri was in kindergarten at the time and her class was learning about the miracle of life – in relation to guppies and snails only. Please people, we are talking about kindergarteners. Months later, upon graduating, her teacher Mrs. Gamache handed all the willing kids a little plastic baggy filled with about three or four guppies. Since Mrs. Gamache was also the kindergarten teacher for our oldest, she had a special love for the Subramaniam girls. Because of that special bond, we were also the lucky recipients of an additional baggy filled with snails. Yeah for me!!!

Well, throughout the months and years, the snails deteriorated – and I do mean deteriorated. All I saw were the carcasses of dry shells. And, one-by-one the guppies bellied up. All, except for our lone Mr. Guppy. Yes, that was his name! You see, by the time we needed to name this fish the girls were loosing interest and I was left to my own devices. Believe me, I tried. But there is only so much you can do to find a name for a 2-inch, cold-blooded vertebrae that was practically invisible at times. Besides, no one else even bothered with the organism other than “you know who”. Of course, on paper and in conversations Mr. Guppy was always the sole possession of the person who first held the baggy. But after about 2 weeks, I was appointed as the sentry to the bowl and all orders of care were bestowed upon me. I repeat... Yeah for me!!!

Anyway, I figured my duties would be relieved soon enough, when I began to notice the Mr. Guppy was not using his right fin. Now, I’m no marine biologist but I do know that when fish start to swim with a slight lean to the left, something is wrong. But both girls wouldn’t have anything to do with it. Gauri was sure that we just had a left-handed guppy on our hands and wanted nothing more to do with the conversation. Gayathri, on the other hand, didn’t give a hoot. After all, it wasn’t her fish. The guppies, she had brought home years before, died within the first week. So, as any mother would do, I let it go and figured that fate will eventually decide.

And it did.

I had to break the news to Gauri this morning – not a pretty picture. As I had expected she cried, her sister made dead-fish jokes, she cried some more (and loudly, this time), her sister got grounded for being so heartless, and I promised to go to the pet store this weekend so that we can fill the real fish tank, which is sitting in the garage, with lots and lots of fish. As the crying subsided we realized it was time to dispose of the body. All three of us stood around the ceramic tunnel to "fish heaven" and gave Mr. Guppy the proper 3-Flush Salute. Good bye dear. You will be missed....sniff sniff.

And where is Subu in all of this commotion? He was in shock.


He didn’t even know we had a pet. Go figure!
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