tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816146731785531312024-03-18T20:10:00.607-07:00Mining that Diamond! One layer at a time!No!! This blog has nothing to do with diamonds, except for the fact that my husband is a diamond merchant!! But if you are looking for that diamond inside you, or its being difficult for you to find it in somebody else, you've come to the right place!!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11415684788363836167noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-781614673178553131.post-20917139886320567622014-04-02T11:25:00.000-07:002014-04-02T21:30:43.422-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b style="background-color: white;">A shop full of <span style="color: magenta;">bright colours </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b style="background-color: white;">where even leather bags didn’t seem </b><b style="background-color: white;">dead.</b></span></div>
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<b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">May I help you she offered,</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>and can I help you I said!</b></span></div>
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<b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Exchanging our origins and discussing our life,</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>She told me about her sons beautiful Indian wife!</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Years of trials shone through her face,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Her words reflected proudly of her strife!</b></span></div>
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<b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Awed by the brilliance of the shop,</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>from one picture frame to another I would hop!</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Until,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Her singular action made me stop!</b></span></div>
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<b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Out she got her<span style="color: #cc0000;"> beautiful broken glasses</span>,</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>and searched her iPhone impatiently with hectic passes,</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>to show me a glimpse of her grandchildren, </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>against which, she asserted, nothing else surpasses!</b></span></div>
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<b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">“They are my sunshine”, she said</b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>“and I want to make the world a better place for them”</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>That she saw the world to be beautiful with a pair of<span style="color: #cc0000;"> broken glasses</span>!</b></span><br />
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<b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="background-color: yellow;">“Smile and the world smiles with you!”</span></b><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b> Is her message to the world, she said </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>But can we all keep that simple message in our head? </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I turned around and glimpsed at the pop of colour,</b></span><br />
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<b style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Because in her simplicity she knew, </b></div>
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>that in this battle there are not just a few,</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>we all need to play our part,</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>coz she had really helped me in her own subtle way,</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>and I prayed silently, in my life</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><b><span style="font-size: 12px;">Note: All this was after a simple lunch at <span style="background-color: white;">basel s</span>treet. I love this shop, and I have visited it often. But I never knew it would get me such a beautiful life lesson! <span style="background-color: white;">Ronit Matalon, u</span>nknown to me until today, you put a smile on my face! I love the multi million dollar view from those broken glasses of yours!</span></b></span></div>
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Sundays in Israel is a holiday for my kids and a working day for my husband. Since my kids go to the American school, they have an off on saturday and sunday. In the diamond bourse its a friday & saturday off! In keeping them busy I always have to device these crazy plans...!</div>
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On this sunday I asked Aarush what his <b>"Life Story"</b> was until today.! </div>
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He got confused in the beginning, so I explained him that your life is about how you spend your time besides your compulsory choices (like school, shower etc.). After a moment of thought, he exploded. with talks about his toys loom bands, legos, beyblades, etc etc... and then he was stuck! he said I don't have words to express it! I told him why don't you put on a show of your life story with the help of your toys...? </div>
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I was thinking more in the lines of an act, totally in awe of the subtle way he started gathering his toys, and asked Hridhaan to gather his! I was just looking at them in the beginning thinking where and how I should get involved!! </div>
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Aren't our lives all about the thoughts we play with? All the times when we try to see why we are what we are, only if we were to see our toys (choices)?? we would understand!! Most of these toys were the ones they chose, the ones they cried for, begged for when I wasn't willing to give in to the demands!! Ya ok, ok! Some of them I thrust upon them, but very few of those are in the picture! sigh!</div>
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He told Hridhaan to put his toys up and he put his toys at the bottom, and at the centre were the toys that were almost common to them! The most brutally fought over for toys!! </div>
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Just like the thoughts we fight for the most!! That is why he decided to put in the doctors bag with an ambulance at the centre too! I guess that was for me, coz he knew I was the most hurt when they fought!! I guess you can see their personality traits in their choices of toys too! Hridhaan really is the more mushy and sensitive one, and Aarush the more methodical one! </div>
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How I wish I could align my entire life like this!!</div>
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Obviously it was more chaotic earlier, but I helped them arrange it, and add things I thought they would like to or the ones they overlooked!! Obviously the choice was theirs!! </div>
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Not because one was good, smart and intelligent but because they were different personalities! what made the picture more dramatic was their different personalities and the recognition of that. No one likes monotony! They may have needed an ambulance sometimes, but that was ok! The ambulance was meant to be there for exactly that!!</div>
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Another thing and I think my son did it on purpose, is the adding the <b>'It's not easy being big!'</b> book! It really isn't that easy to live under the burden of someone's expectations just because someone younger is watching you! But then is it easy being small? When you have to constantly try to be someone who is elder than you? So I decided to stop telling my son that he needs to understand because he is big!! Instead I tell him to behave with Hridhaan the way he would expect me to behave with him!! And I remind him of his times when he used to mess up my stuff, (drop it, break it and delete it), and I would get angry, but i would say its OK ultimately! He loves it! And I love him feeling loved!!</div>
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Premal (My husband) was travelling to India, and so the entire responsibilty of entertaining the kids was on me!! Thankfully I love doing that!! It was a sunny day so we made up this bold decision to go to the zoo!! Not one of my all time favourite places but my boys love it... So yallah (means lets go in hebrew).... That day I found out that even my 6 year old son Aarush shared the same view as me!! "I don't like Zoo's" So he decided to stay at home with the nanny (and the Loom band). And my 3 year old and me set out!! </div>
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Obviously I've changed a lot over the past 3 months (will tell you about that later. can't put two boring posts in one! ;-) And something told me that this trip was going to be different..! Hridhaan was super delighted to have the full attention from Mommy (no AARUSH plus no dad). All that elation shone on his face!! And surprisingly, I shared a similar feeling too!! Whose full attention did I have? I asked myself!! </div>
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car... Its so amazing to get so up close to the animals!! If you wait and watch you can actually feel their soul!! Those eyes seem to hold the truth of the entire </div>
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Zoo's always made me sad... seeing all the animals caged just so we couldn't go into the forest and see them! but this time when I entered the zoo, I got a feeling that the feeling of entrapment was mutual!! Just like all of us, having cages of personally determined limits, boundaries of believing that the forest is as big as the habitat the zoo gave to the animal! The food they get is the food they like... Our souls are trapped the same way in our bodies, and this so called world around us makes us believe in all that drama! We are the animals and the enlightened ones are looking upon us and pointing out (just like we point out at the gorilla) "OH Look!! Thats where we started" </div>
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Every comment, every interaction of love anger or disgust among those around me was blaring... and for the first time I was OK with it! I wasn't judging them, something made them behave that way and it was ok! I loved myself even more... and I wanted to go deeper into this newfound joy of intuition and acceptance.... and then bang, I was brought back to reality!! </div>
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What happened was this: We had reached the elephants and Hridhaan was up on the fence that gave him a tiny foothold! I had just stepped back to take a picture of him with all the elephant in the background still concentrating on the swirl of thoughts in mind. Meanwhile he leaned forward and tripped over the fence! Luckily there was a thorny bush there to help him falling over!! (OKAY, you can call me a bad mother if you want!!)</div>
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Hridhaan is really strong, he didn't cry inspire of the thorns that hurt him. I looked for why he didn't cry, and so I asked him... He simply said, "Mamma it was my mistake!" He always understood that when you make mistakes, you do get hurt and there's no point crying about it. He knew he had many animals to look at before rang the warning bell with word "HOME"!! I wish we could do that.... understand that when we make mistakes we do get hurt... and not spend so much precious time in the after-effects. He went home and told Aarush they were tiger marks, just by the way!! BOYSS!! </div>
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And so finally bribing my conscious with a future date... I was just enjoying the sheer pleasure of being with my son in the now! We were at the leopard! we had to get under this cave to look at it from the glass. it was solo close and it was taking circles around a bush!! obviously it wanted to run!! Probably they should put in a treadmill there.. i thought to myself..! Just then, this maybe 7 year old girl said that it seems like he's doing a ramp walk in the fashion show. WOW!! I said in total amazement of the comment. Would we adults ever think of this kind of connection? and if we would... would we be able to say it out loud...! I am soo sure that many of us would have had the wackiest comment and absurdest ideas... but how many of us put words into it? Leopard print is actually in fashion now!!</div>
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I said to my mind that was knocking again. And we rushed to the penguins. Obviously there was no snow there, it was israel remember! But ya there was ICE CREAM nearby!! Wow... this name was so aptly put, because every kid (including me) screams (I Scream) when they see it "Mammaaaaa , ice creammmm!!!" Obviously we had to celebrate for such a wonderful time together!! </div>
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SO we bought ice creams, each to our liking, and cheers-ed!! </div>
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<b>Cheers</b> to mutual training between me and my son, </div>
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<b>cheers</b> to self acceptance of each other, <b>cheers</b> to making mistakes, <b>cheers </b>to the NOW!!</div>
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<strike>Last but not the least</strike>, eeeyyyuuuuu that sounds so cliche....<br />
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One more boring thought, We had to rush to get this rented car trolley back within the hour otherwise we would be charged another 25! So we zoomed in full speed, saying excuse me N number of times, ughhhh, and we made it!! I asked that guy to click a picture of us. When I looked at it.... TAXI... </div>
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It seemed just fitting!! </div>
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We were touring in this symbolism of entrapment in a TAXI.... </div>
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The hell pay the money and get offfff!!!! </div>
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The meter is runnninggggg..... </div>
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P.S: Pardon the grammatical errors, and picture quality... I tried to focus on them in the beginning... but focusing on my thoughts is my thing you see!!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11415684788363836167noreply@blogger.com0Safari, Ramat Gan, Israel32.0436677 34.82516039999995932.0302087 34.804990399999959 32.0571267 34.845330399999959