High Voltage. Not really edited. Read at own risk.

Does anyone understand what Time Management is all about in this world? Or at least some of those I know?

Feel like cribbing. A LOT.

I go to dance class thrice a week. Have an excellent instructor in Andrea and her partner Daniel who are needless to say, awesome dancers. And so I went to dance class today. Happen to learn Salsa, Jive, Cross Step and Line dancing. And usually there is rendezvous after class. Gets over at 6.00 and at 7.30 people are still not decided where to go. So somewhere in between I decide to slightly drive home a point that we are not really keeping time and I have a curfew. So someone says, "You know, its ok.". So me pissed. And I leave. In a huff, in my mind. But trying to retain composure. Thats one of the tougher things to do in life. Well how long can you put up with one and a half hours to decide where to go in the city? I dont even take that long to decide what to wear for an important concert. GOD! Then I gather that they didn't really do much after all. Thanks for reading through my crib post so far.

The earlier half of the day was productive. I went with my aunt, Dr. Vasudha Prakash, a counsellor who teaches special ed, and has a school (Kaleidoscope learning centre) for children with mild to moderate mental disorders.

In that counselling session I realised how necessary it is to educate the parents more than treat the children. How people need to be aware that it is possible that they might have to deal with such a kid in the future, I know, God Forbid, but more people are marrying too late when their Biological clocks are on their last tick-tocks, we have grown up in far less healthier climes, and polluted food and air that genetic engineering goes haywire in the kids that we bring in to this world. But then the gen - eng can go haywire even otherwise.

And parents of special children are also under pressure. From the soceity. When their child misbehaves, say in the supermarket, there are other people who don't understand the pressures of having such a child, and they will happily tch tch and tsk tsk and start off on their own logistics about how to bring up children. And the worse is, she / he must have sinned to have gotten a child like this..... Where is the human race coming to... indulging in such base, banal gossiping, back biting, this and that and what not to make all in our power to make lives miserable for others so we might live happily? Its struggle for the parents to manage their child, the always-sympathetic looks they garner from others, the strain it puts on their marriage and their career and more than anything else, their whole outlook to life. And people just hover around trying to put that stamp on us thrust us inside labelled crate from where we can wish and hope and pray that we will be let out by the oh-so-nice-soceity.

Maybe we should give a break to ourselves, and maybe heed the soul screaming inside us, whose voice we conveniently decide to show a deaf ear to, and be nicer homosapiens. After all humane is just an 'e' added to human.

And also, all of us have the extreme luck of leading blissful lives compared to the ones I mentioned above. Maybe its time we listen to the birds, watch the sunset, hug and love our own children even more, and our family, be there for them,(dont mind the boss and the deadline whooshing by, at least for a while), even if its a lot of cribbing; our partners, and generally be thankful to God that we are 'normal'.