last night's desi writing group was wonderful as always. part writing, part philosophizing. the common denominator to the group? that we are desi. my brother and are i the 'abcd' representatives (mostly americanized indians) while the rest have come within the past 8 years. some are from the northern part of india, some from the south...different languages, different upbringings, different view points...but we all love to think and question and analyze and most of all write.



last night the topic of 'perfect' came into our conversation, due to one of the folks writing of it. she mentioned that parents try to tell us that one day we will have the perfect job, perfect mate, perfect life in general, if you are good and if you deserve it. i loved reading the story that she wrote, but it made me and preetham realize that we were never raised to believe that. we were never told that we would have anything perfect...but that if we work hard, it would allow us to live well. it was a bit of an eye opener...we were never told to look for the perfect job, only to get one that we are good at and can make enough money to pay the bills. we were never told to get the perfect mate, only to get one, and to make it work.



anyway, i don't know what perfect is...but i don't expect it in my life. perfect? if i had the perfect job, it would be working for amnesty international, helping children and their families, while making at least $100,000 for myself (part of which would be spent on charity organizations). instead i have a job, that i go to every morning which pays the bills.

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i love the look on people's faces when i tell them that i am pregnant. it seems to make them happy, it brightens their day...

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my nails are growing very long, and very quickly and they seem stronger.