Is the glass half full or half empty?

Often we have used the phrase "The glass is half full or half empty" to define an Optimist or a Pessitmist respectively but has anyone wondered if there was more to it than just the philosophy of optimism or pessimism behind this.

That's where I feel perception makes the difference. If you and I are two different people, with different ideas, genetic make up and differing thoughts, how we perceive the glass is also different.

To a pessimist, the glass is half empty.
To an optimist, the glass is half full.
To a physicist, it's 100% filled, half with water and the other half with air :)
To a scientist, the terms half full or half empty don't make sense since "empty" or "full" are absolute states. The glass can either be full or empty. There's nothing like half-full or half-empty :)
To a realist, it makes no difference.

The bottom line is "perception". How one perceives a certain situation speaks a lot about the kind of person one is.

Given a glass that's half filled with water, my perception of the same is that I am personally happy to have a glass in the first place and thrilled that it has some water in it. I definitely am not going to waste my time wondering why there's only half a glass, or who drank the other half, or why is the glass filled with only water and why does it not have something else or what do I do to fill the remaining half.

There are various ways in which the glass may be perceived and the important message is contentment.

One needs to learn to be content and happy in that contentment. I am content with what I have, infact thrilled to have what ever I do.

Perception-The mother of all issues

This is the title of my book, my dream in life some day..

There's a flurry of random thoughts in my mind at all times and I always felt the fingers would start typing at furious speed when I start giving some direction and shape to this post. Yet, there's uncertainity looming large and I am at a loss of direction.

At school when there was this inevitable query of "what do you want to become in life ?" , the first thought that came to my mind was "Doctor".

Why?

Because my father wanted to see me become one!

The second best thought "Detective/Lawyer".

That was the total book addict and an ardent reader of Nancy Drew's novels speaking her mind :)

But then there was also a thought that never surfaced, but remained tugging at my heart " a writer"

What good is a writer who keeps her thoughts bottled up inside, never to see the light of this world. I guess I knew I would enjoy doing this as perhaps the best times of my life were spent jotting notes in my personal diary. For years I would pour my heart out to my diary, blissfully unaware that some one could one day peep in to my life, my thoughts, my real me. The "me" that I had kept locked up in the diary. :)

Unfortunate as it may be, but when I realized my diary was being read, I destroyed every bit of my thoughts that existed in writing. :( In retrospection I regret the loss dearly.

But being the hard core expressor of thoughts, I knew I had to vent off my thoughts and I took to creative writing and poetry.

My diary of poetic musings and I never parted. We were always together and so when I tied the knot and shifted to my new home, my diary went with me.

Given the new found role in life and the added responsibilities that came with it, my creative writitng took a back seat and my little companion was left in a shelf in my new home, a small farm house built on a horse breeding (Stud) farm.

For months, I did not feel the urge to write, until finally one day I decided it was time to blow the dust off the diary and get creative with my thoughts.

but alas! My creative writing was loved by a certain species so much so that they devoured every little bit of it. :(

Termites!!! The bloody swarm just left the diary cover intact, leaving it hollow to the depths.

The sudden loss of all my creative writing left the writer inside me with an agonizing hollowness that took years to fill and I gave up writing.

Over the years, I took to expressing my thoughts over online forums and that satiated the writer for sometime.

One day, my father asked me to start a blog, and I wondered why I let all these years go by without putting these thoughts some where secure :)

I guess this post marks a series of my "perception thoughts" in the days to come.

Rant Rant Rant!

Not in the best of spirits as I start typing this post...
All credit to the wet blankets in and around life...

A friend said it perfectly for me in the typical Urdu proverb that goes...

Kismat kharab hai toh Unth pe baithe toh bhi kutta kaat ta!

Meaning, if things have to go wrong, they just will. Nothing can change what is predestined to happen.

Relatives are God's punishment I suppose for all the bad doings. Thank God, we are allowed to choose our friends at least.

Shri's 40th

Today's Shri's 40th birthday. I have planned on a surprise party with some close friends but have a feeling he has already smelt something fishy. :(

This and that...

Saanjali's a little bomb ticking away. I always thought Saveer was a handful but it seems like Saanjali is all set to outsmart him in every way possible.

She actually rolled over from her tummy onto her back on Day 2 and I wondered if that was just a one off episode, but then little missy has been doing that every single day, each time I gave her an oil massage before her bath.

Research articles quote that IVF babies borm from the freeze thaw cycles are far more stronger than those from natural IVF cycle or naturally conceived babies. I think Saanjali is proving the research right ;)

She hates lying still or in one place and wants to be carried all around the place "all the time". I have an ip cam installed at home to keep a watch on the maid when she's handling the kids and can't help but feel guilty when I see mom carrying Saanjali around all day with out a break :(





I am also dreading the time I need to travel with Saanjali for the first time as I am sure to receive some nasty glares. Little missy is blessed with vocal cords that can wake the dead.

As for me, I am a dairy manufacturing unit right now and a hungry cow at that. I have gained 4 kg in the last few months, after losing the initial post delivery weight. I really need to work on the weight and soon but the hunger pangs and cravings are so bad it's tough not to indulge :(

The weight has brought back Asthma again and the gestational diabetes has now become pre-diabetes (IGT-Impaired Glucose Tolerance) (fasting levels normal, post meal levels high). The doctor won't and can't prescribe any medication right now as I am still feeding the baby. The longer I feed the baby, the better chances I have of overcoming the diabetes crap and so I am trying to enjoy being the dairy cow :)

A 36-24-36 isn't my cup of tea but I do hope to achieve some sort of a figure some day :)