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		<title>Good old days</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 06:20:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pallavi Baruah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Of  melting all the used candles and making new ones.. at the cost of getting a real good spanking from Mom.  &#8211; Aged 12. Of stealing and having Amul Milk Powder in bowls &#8211; Aged (8 to 14) Of talking non stop over the phone and giggling unendingly for no reason at all&#8230; Aged 13 [...]]]></description>
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<li>Of  melting all the used candles and making new ones.. at the cost of getting a real good spanking from Mom.  &#8211; <em>Aged 12. </em></li>
<li>Of stealing and having Amul Milk Powder in bowls &#8211; <em>Aged (8 to 14)</em></li>
<li>Of talking non stop over the phone and giggling unendingly for no reason at all&#8230; <em>Aged 13 onwards. </em></li>
<li>Of doing Math while listening to my neighbor practice drums. Aged -<em> All through my time in Shillong. </em></li>
<li>Of watching the tall pine trees sway to the rhythm of the howling wind in the month of February. &#8211; <em>All through my time in Shillong.</em></li>
<li>Of secretly attending rock shows with school buddies. &#8211; <em>School time in Shillong</em></li>
<li>Of cheering the basketball team and hopping with joy at the interschool win.. yayyyy&#8230; East or West, my school was the best.. &#8211; <em>School time in Shillong</em></li>
<li>Of eating sweet and sour tamarinds.. while walking back from school. &#8211; <em>School time in Shillong</em></li>
<li>Of blasting loud rock and swinging to it.. <em> &#8211; All through my time in Shillong. </em></li>
<li>Of sitting at the mountain top and watching the rain come by.. <em>Aged &#8211; 18</em></li>
<li>Of fests and fetes and inter-school science competition and checking out the opposite sex.. Oooh the excitement of it.. hahahah &#8211; <em>Aged 13</em></li>
<li>Of school picnics in the outskirts &#8211; <em>Aged 13-14</em></li>
<li>Of reading Photoromance secretly in school. <em>Aged 13</em></li>
<li>Of attending Maths tution of an eccentric but lovable Maths tutor and having a really good time &#8211; <em>Aged 14- 15</em></li>
<li>Of being petrified at singing in front of an audience &#8211; <em>Aged 12</em></li>
<li>Of being involved in skits and dream of becoming a famous playwright or something.. &#8211; <em>Aged 13</em></li>
<li>Of losing friends to drugs and accidents.. Beautiful Rossana I remember you. &#8211; <em>Aged 13</em></li>
<li>Of watching helplessly as friends killed friends.. brothers killed brothers.. and chaos reigning. &#8211; <em>Aged 14-15</em></li>
<li>Of watching a beautiful and peaceful Shillong turn into a vengeful and violent battleground &#8211; <em>Aged 15</em></li>
<li>Of never being able to let the Shillong in me go..  <em>NOW and FOREVER</em></li>
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		<title>A week that was</title>
		<link>http://www.pointofreflection.com/2008/07/21/a-week-that-was/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Jul 2008 06:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Pallavi Baruah</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I think considering the tooth problems I had, if I look back, I had a pretty decent week. Took the longest sick leave in 2 years that was for 4 days and stayed put at home. I think it was a good break. Thinking on that point, sometimes, its good to be sick&#8230; our bodies [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think considering the tooth problems I had, if I look back, I had a pretty decent week.</p>
<p>Took the longest sick leave in 2 years that was for 4 days and stayed put at home. I think it was a good break. Thinking on that point, sometimes, its good to be sick&#8230; our bodies and minds are forced to take a break even if we are actually thinking of running somewhere.. fast and without much thought.</p>
<p>So all in all the higher powers have actually been very kind to me.</p>
<p>Being a part of the biker brotherhood helps&#8230; seriously.. its like a different network of family in itself.</p>
<p>I went to a biker dentist who did a great job with my tooth. And its almost painless and really smooth and soft hands.. His wife worked on my tooth and she was a magician.. hahah&#8230;</p>
<p><strong>Blast from the past..</strong></p>
<p>Ironically, I come from a family of doctors and dentists and well I fear them the most.. LOL..</p>
<p>I am the black sheep in my generation who went of the Software Industry rather than fulfill my cousins&#8217; dream of having a hospital named Baruah Hospital..</p>
<p>Sheesh !! I remember when I was just getting out my tenth class. I had this urge and the dream to become an architect but then because my cousins had been forced as well to learn the ropes by my respected uncles and were on their way to become some unprouncable medical titles.. ( to me)  I was beset by frequent visits by each of them.. to badger me to become a medical professional.</p>
<p>And I was the only girl in a family of big strapping macho boys who thought the world ran according to their whims and fancies.. No offense but cousin brothers are sometimes a pain.. Sigh..</p>
<p>Add to that some overbearing uncles who thought that a girl need not have any say anyway.. <img src='http://www.pointofreflection.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>I remember how everyone thought I would carry the torch unwillingly and then willingly to become one more addition to the family..</p>
<p>But they did not know me.. hahaha .. !!! Even today when I think of it, I am likely to have an evil smile on my face.</p>
<p>I was pushed to go for the exams and all that.</p>
<p>Whilst everyone was serious about getting a seat somewhere prestigious and all that blah, I was plotting how to sabotage my papers.</p>
<p>I was more than lucky to get multiple choice paper which had some very easy and doable questions, i remember, but all the time, I played &#8220;Inky Pinky Ponky, Father had a donkey&#8221; and ticked the answers which had a Donkey.  And took my time with it and finally, it was done.. and I had this serene expression in my face which made everyone ask me about the questions and answers.</p>
<p>I came home with a smile and just sat tight and quiet while my cousins waited with bated breath for the results. Phone calls were made. Dad was excited. I felt bad for Dad but heck he knew where my interests lay and it was not fair to deviate because the family wanted it.. sigh..</p>
<p>And well to make a long story short I won the battle and ended up with watching hospitals from afar.. and in TV series.</p>
<p>Suffice it to say that the younger generation after moi, did follow my footsteps to not join the medical field and do something different on their own.. More power to choice !!!</p>
<p><strong>Back to present</strong></p>
<p>Watched <a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/2008/06/28/movies/28magi.html" target="_blank">Thoda Pyar Thoda Magic </a>and its a take on <a href="http://www.music.msn.com/movies/movie/nanny-mcphee/" target="_blank">Nanny Mcphee</a>. But with a Bollywood twist. Now the Bollywood movies are mostly takes from Hollywood. Why cant they come up with an original storyline. I wish there were more Aamirs in the line..  Anyways, Waiting in line for Jaane Tu and Dark Night and Hancock.</p>
<p>Have a good week.. its a beautiful day.. full of promises..</p>
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