B-Log

Being a clumsy and active kid, wounds and scrapes were an everyday thing. Have never been scared of needles. I remember being at a children’s hospital back to take a blood test in Dehra Dun. I was the only one who didn’t cry when the blood sample was taken. The doctor was quite taken aback when I didn’t even squeak, being the only girl in a room full of crying and wailing boys.

I had to go for a blood test again today and it was such a thrill!!! How the anticipation of the needle peircing through your skin gives you a sudden rush and the disappointment of the actual thing not being upto your expectation. And then you see your blood flowing into the syringe. That maroonish liquid filling up the space in there… rushing in as if in a hurry to catch a train. The needle is pulled out and you go like… hey… its done? Is that it? Is that what all those big hulky guys are actually scared of that they create a ruckus even over the thought of it?

And then it made me wonder about how that thin liquid running through my body is so freaking important. And every other small thing inside me and around me which I so easily ignore. The significance of things is somehow looked over so easily by the daily choas. We never stop to care about it. Oh well, a blood test was never supposed to turn out like this… was it? May be I should go for a mental check up next time. But will they have to suck out my brains for that?

So what have I actually done to deserver all those wishes? Well, I was born. Didn’t really take that much effort on my part actually, if you ask me. Not that I remember, but I’ve been told. Ocassions like marriage anniversaries, etc. do deserve proper celebration since it required a lotta effort on the part of those two people to enter the institution of marriage and to sustain the relationship. It makes sense to wish them. But why wish me, just because I was born? Wish my parents. They are the ones responsible for bringing me into this world and for bringing me up, and also deserve most credit for my survival so far.

Therefore, from now on, I think birthdays should be celebrated not by the person who was born but his/her parents. After all they did all the work and took all the pains!

But just because it didn’t happen that way this year, the gain has been mine… since I got a wonderful birthday present. A laptop! :)

Anyways, another try at video blogging.

That’s some UAE nationals dancing… showcasing the local culture at Deira City Center back in December 2005