Showing newest 28 of 30 posts from October 2009. Show older posts
Showing newest 28 of 30 posts from October 2009. Show older posts

Violence against Women...

>> 31 October 2009

It's been four days since my last post...unusual because I had been posting quite regularly. It's just been a busy week with me doing something every night...three days were non-work related (fitness class, and two social nights --- yes, I actually did socialise with live people!) and two days were work-related.

Anyway, on Thursday night, I had to attend an event as part of work which was on awareness of violence against women. It is run every year by the local council of the area I work in. One of the highlights for me was a woman who spoke about her own assault a year ago by a stranger. She did say though that she was one of the lucky ones, despite being bashed nearly to death, since she was able to speak out. She was not afraid because it was a stranger. And unfortunately, majority of the cases of violence against women in Australia are committed by someone we know.

This coupled with the fact that it's Domestic Violence Awareness week made me decide to write a post on the same.

Domestic Violence, according to the Education Centre Against Violence and NSW Health

is when someone you are in a past or present relationship with:
- Assaults you physically or sexually and/or
- Abuses you verbally, emotionally or psychologically and/or
- Controls all the money and/or
- Stops you from seeing your family or friends
Domestic Violence is when one person in a relationship uses violence or abuse to cause fear and get control over the other person.

We are all taught about Stranger-Danger when we are young. But for some reason, very few of us are told about the dangers that occur within the four walls of one's own house. And 70% of the crimes against women take place by someone who is known to them. I am ashamed to say that the first time I learnt about DV was in year 11. I think I was vaguely aware of women getting beaten based on what I saw on the telly but I never knew there was an actual term for it. Plus I led a pretty sheltered life. But, as it is said, better late than never.

Through my work with young people over the past two years, I have seen the harsh reality out there. I have seen that not everyone has a sheltered life. I have seen some individuals who have managed to escape and abusive home. But I see some that are stuck in it as well. Furthermore, I have learnt that socio-economic status does not matter. Cultural background does not matter. It's just that some people are better at hiding what happens in the house than others. Apparently, in Sydney at least, there is a myth among the 'elite' suburbs that "this doesn't happen in our area" --- this was mentioned to me at a mandatory training about risk of harm. I was informed that schools in these suburbs believed there was no need for this training as the kids in those schools were from wealthy backgrounds and hence, abuse did not take place. Statistics say something different though.

Going on to the women that stay in an abusive relationship...there are several reasons behind it. Some include financial worries, worry about being a single parent, possible cultural issues and backlash from the family, rationalising the behaviour and even having mental health problems of their own or core beliefs that they deserve what is happening to them. This is the sad reality and I have witnessed it first hand. I have seen women that truly believe their husbands will change and refuse to move out of the situation despite a child being involved. And sometimes, there is nothing the authorities can do either when the woman holds such a belief.

DV has an impact on the children as well...whether or not they are being physically abused. The emotional scars remain. Some of these children go on to have depression or anxiety or PTSD or other mental health problems as a result of living in an insecure, controlling and violent environment. They may take to alcohol, smoking or drugs at an earlier age as a method of coping with the family situation. Some others may learn that this is the norm and use violence themselves to solve their problems.

So the next time you see a friend with a black eye who says she walked into the door, please listen further.

The next time you see a child with broken ribs who says he fell down the stairs, please listen further.

And most importantly, do something about it. Even if it is, calling the authorities or referring them to a professional that can assist further.

Violence against women, Australia says no.

To the men out there, I know intimate partner abuse does occur and that men can be victims too. I'm not being sexist and I acknowledge that men are victims in a number of cases. It's just that the number of women, is a lot more. I will make an effort to research on men being victims of partner violence and look into it in another post.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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50 overs it is...

>> 26 October 2009

And this is why they shouldn’t get rid of the 50 over game. It was a cracker of a game yesterday. I just wish I could have seen it live (Damn not having Foxtel!)

People like Warney who believe there only needs to be two versions of the game i.e. T20 and tests should shut their trap.

I sincerely hope there’s more close games like this because this is what cricket is all about. Great plans. Great tactics. Great batting. Great bowling. Great comebacks. Not just whacking the ball blindly in 20 overs and keeping your fingers crossed.

I’m all for just 2 versions of the game...but I vote for 50 over games and tests. T20 spells the doom of cricket as we know it in my opinion.
Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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55 Fiction: Heartbroken

She had left. Gone. Without a word. Without a second glance. After all these days. How would he cope? How would he continue? He felt empty. How had he not realised the end was near? It was, after all, the end of semester. Next year, someone else would ask for his help at the library.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Cake adventures...

>> 25 October 2009

I made very first attempt at baking a cake from scratch. And by that I mean following a recipe in a book rather than buying one of those packet mixes. It was an orange and chocolate cake. And here's the result.








Okay, so it's not great. But it tastes quite good. Love the dark chocolate and orangey taste. Unfortunately, it didn't rise too much but I'm guessing that's because I may have ended up using less of the amounts than what was suggested. The reason: Well, the amounts were all '125 gms' or '50 gms' and I had no way of measuring these! I wish they'd stick to cups and teaspoons and tablespoons.

But for a first-time baking attempt I call it a success. Of course, it's nowhere close to what some other bloggers can do!

By the way, I know I'm supposed to be on a healthy eating schedule but after the week I had, I thought a little indulgence wouldn't hurt! :)

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Hugs...are bad...

Earlier this week, the news about a school in South Australia banning hugging between students of different sexes made headlines here. Yes, hugging. Between boys and girls aged 11 and 12. Because apparently, it sets a bad example for the younger children in the primary school.

Does that mean not touching is a good example?

Does that mean young kids are supposed to view hugging as 'bad'? (Mind you, these same young children are probably exposed to a whole lot more on the telly)

What is wrong with hugging any way? It's not something that takes place only between couples and therefore, the school should actually be doing it's best to normalise it. Because that's what it is. A normal sign of affection for someone you care about. Friend. Family. Partner. Or are they saying that boys and girls cannot be friends? (Getting bad flashbacks to my Year 6 teacher who believed boys and girls should not be friends...)

Instead of wasting time enforcing rules such as this, they need to educate students at an earlier age about sex. Yes, there are a number of 11 and 12 year olds out there engaging in sexual activities. Wouldn't any parent prefer their child hugging a member of the opposite sex than engaging in other sexualised behaviours in the privacy of toilets?? Seriously.

Society is seriously fucked up. Children are getting mixed messages. On the one hand, television portrays sex everyday (even during prime time telly) and on the other hand, you have schools banning something as innocent as hugging. So are they going to learn it's okay to be nude and the only way you are going to be liked is if you engage in sexual behaviours whereas hugging is not okay?

I don't know.

I'm confused.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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What a Week!

>> 24 October 2009

I cried at work today.

Why, you ask. Well, I had a parent verbally attack me and had to sit through a confrontation trying to be assertive because I knew I was right. Thankfully my employer stood up for me and intervened. He didn't get very far with the parent either who was also rude to him. And I'm even more thankful that I was speaking to the parent just off the reception area...which enabled the receptionist to call my boss (To the Indians that read my blog, the parent was of the same cultural background as me...so please don't infer any form of racism like the media back in India is doing...)

I just have to say this: I prefer teenagers that are referred for counselling for being aggressive or have even had violent histories...because even they respect me and treat me well. I have not felt intimidated by young men who are taller and bigger than me. On the other hand, I have felt intimidated by some parents. Especially when they start to attack my experience and expertise.

I know they do so because they get defensive.

But it's still bloody hard to deal with. Anyway, I didn't cry in front of the parent. I cried once the parent was gone in front of my boss and the receptionist.

It's been a hell of a week. All I can hope for is the next week is not as stressful.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Get Up and Grow, Big Brother says so...

>> 23 October 2009

The Federal Government obviously does not have much work to do.

If they did, they wouldn't be spending valuable time coming up with a load of shit such as this --- the Get up and Grow guides for parents. So now, not only do parents have to parent their kids by never smacking them, they also need to
- Ensure that toddlers do not watch any television (yes, and that means, they need to stay in their bedrooms when you are watching telly),
- Ensure that 2 to 5 year olds watch only an hour of telly (and then you entertain them at work or in the kitchen...and definitely let them get under your feet when you are trying to clean the house or do the laundry)
- Babies need to be exercised from when they are a year old. Baby-gym anyone?? Sounds like a good business prospect...
- Toddlers need at least 3 hours of active play.
- Eensure that parents do not force their children to eat a meal or snack. This has got to be the worst! So now, we are going to have kids saying they don't want to eat their veggies and it's okay 'coz Ruddy says so! For fucks sake!

There's probably a whole lot more but I will have to get my hands on one of these books for that. It just gets me really annoyed that they spend valuable hours and resources on this crap when they could just run parenting programs which teaches the basics on rewards and consequences for parents. And spend more energy targetting specific problem areas by providing funding to the health department and NGOs and training more professionals to work with families.

What next?
- If your child doesn't want to do their homework, don't force them?
- If your child finds their homework too hard, do it for them?
- If your teenager hits you, don't restrain them? (yes, it happens...I kid you not)
- If your child throws a tantrum in the shops, you cannot ignore them?
- If your child doesn't like their teacher, change their class?
- If your teenager is embarrassed to be seen with you in public, stay away from them and pretend you are not related?
- If your child want something from the shops, get it for them?
- If your child misbehaves, you are not permitted to take away their PS2 or their XBox or their Nintendo DS or any other games they love?

If that happens, I quit.

I will change careers.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Flatmate found!

>> 22 October 2009

Yes, I did it.

I found me a flatmate. And she seems really nice! She was the fourth person to contact me.

Two people were no shows...one of whom did not even bother to text or call to say she couldn't make it. The other apologised for forgetting and said she would call back but didn't. The third one came by yesterday and was quite nice. Except I wasn't sure if she would actually move out of her current place. Then there was this girl from today.

When I spoke to her on the phone, I had a good feeling. Want to know why? Because she said something along the lines of "let me get my diary" when we were trying to organise a time for her to view the place. The reason that gave me a good feeling is because I live by my diary. I call it my brain! In my world, someone who keeps a diary is much more organised than someone who uses post-it notes. So anyway, she had a brownie point there. And when I met her and her friend today, they were both really nice people. One of those people you can't help but like. She seems to meet most of the criteria and wants a place that is long-term which is also good. Fingers crossed there are not too many skeletons in the closet! =)

So yeah, she's willing to move within a week. And that's that. Unless of course, something changes.

I'd like to especially thank Titaxy for her help through this...providing me with questions that I could ask and checking for other things.  Thanks heaps again! And thanks to Nu for recommending that I ask her.

Oh, and I cannot wait for tomorrow night...when this week will finally be over! Anyone else feel like that??? Let's hear it for Friday nights! (And no, I'm not doing anything special...will be having my night-in with my wine...after a fucking long & stressful week)

Until next time,

Cheers!!!
 

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3 in a row...

>> 21 October 2009

3 days of work this week.

And 3 extra-stressful days. Something in the stars I guess.

Monday's stuff got sorted out early Tuesday morning and the anxiety eased big time. Only to have a crisis situation in the arvo. And then today, another crazy stressful day.

I know my job is generally stressful but for some reason, the past three days have almost been crisis-filled.

Is there a full moon out there that's making people go nuts???

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Monday Blues

>> 19 October 2009

So it's the first day back and the pressure has already begun. Had an anxiety-provoking situation towards the end of the day which unfortunately I cannot discuss on here. Let's just say I was so anxious that on the drive back home and the 30 minutes before going for the fitness class, I was nauseous. I honestly thought I was going to throw up because of the anxiety. And that has only happened before a few exams in my undergrad and HSC. Sigh.

Unfortunately, it's nothing I can control at the moment so I've resorted to praying. I tend to speak to God(s) when I can't control things that worry me. As always my mind goes to the worst case scenario. And that's never helpful.

On the plus side, I attended the first fitness circuit class. It was fun! And it helped with the anxiety for sure. Love those endorphins! It was fast paced and I felt muscles I hadn't felt in yonks! I also realised just how unfit I am. Met some nice people too so looking forward to the next 8 weeks of this class and will probably continue each term. It also made me remember why I loved the gym so much. Especially the weights. I am going to try and save (once I sort the flatmate issue) and then see if I can afford a gym membership next year.

Work is getting to me though. I really think I need one full-time job rather than the two part-time ones. Oh well. In the mean time, I'm going to have to toughen up and deal with the shit dealt by clients.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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The week --- that was and ahead

>> 18 October 2009

The last term of school begins tomorrow.

Yes, I have been on school holidays for 2 weeks but because I only work part-time at a school, I was still working the other two days of both weeks. I think I really needed the break though...I didn't realise just how mentally exhausted I was. One week of the holidays was still busy but this last week I did nothing on Monday and Tuesday apart from sit in front of the telly or computer. And it was good.

The last term of school is the shortest so that's a good thing. Having said that, I am looking forward to going back to my usual routine. I have also joined a fitness circuit class which takes place every Monday for an hour for 10 weeks and starts tomorrow. I have been trying to exercise and have been successful in either walking or exercising at home at least 3 times a week. It's not great I know. But it's better than zero times a week. I have also been eating healthy most of the time. I can't not indulge at least once a week because otherwise, I end up having a binge-fest. And we all know that is not good.

There isn't any change in the weight. Yet. But when I do exercise, I notice a change in my mood. I know about the positive relationship between exercise and mood (hell, I tell my clients that every time!!) and yet, yet I forget to do it myself. Maybe if I motivate myself to exercise to feel less anxious and sad, it might actually work out better. And in the process, I might actually lose weight! Anyway, here's an example of lunch on Friday when I was home. It's an omlette made just using egg whites and stuffed with spinach, tomatoes and a little low-fat cheese. Next time though, I might add onions as well (because I love onions!)








Moving on, the flatmate hunt isn't going too well. Have had someone ask if their partner could sleep over a couple of nights a week which is not something I'm okay with. Not because I'm a prude. I don't care about people having sex in the next room. It's because it becomes a numbers game --- two against one. And I'm not comfortable with that. Apart from that, have had a traveller enquire about the place and I'm still contemplating contacting them. Almost rang them but stopped myself because I'm uncertain about what questions to ask. (What do you ask a potential flatmate?) Sigh. I need to get that figured out.

Oh well...

Here's to the week ahead. Have a great week everyone!

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Mao's Last Dancer

I watched Mao's Last Dancer at the movies last night. I haven't read the book. I didn't even know what the movie was about (It's just that there was nothing else at the Dendy that I really wanted to watch). Just before the movie began, my friend told me that it was based on true story. So that kinda heightened my interest.

The movie shows us Li's journey from a poor family in China to a prolific ballet dancer in America. He is chosen by the Chinese officials on the insistence of his teacher to be one of the students to train in ballet at Beijing. We see his trials and tribulations and ultimately his chance to go to the US for three months. In the US, he realises what it is like to be free...to an extent. He decides to extend his stay by marrying the American girl he loves. This is met by disapproval from the Chinese consulate and the government back in China and he is kept hostage. Finally, the decision is made to allow him to stay in America but he is not permitted to enter China ever again.

I really enjoyed the movie even though I'm not a huge fan of dancing (I blame having two left feet for that). The dancing was amazing...especially the strength of the dancers. But more importantly, the journey of Li from China to America was incredible. My history on China is close to zero. I am aware of the communist rule and of Mao Zedong but that's as far as it goes.

The movie was a great insight into Chinese history. How Big Brother was always watching. And always telling them what to do. How a person could not comment on the goverment. And how they pretty much were brainwashed about the views of the world.

For me personally, there were a few shades of similarities between Li's life and my life. No, I did not have as hard a life as he did. But the part of coming to a new country, not really knowing anyone and then wanting this country to be my home and wanting it so badly were all things I could empathise with. I could also identify with what it would be like to not see or have any contact with my family. I love Australia but I would be devastated if I couldn't have any contact whatsoever with my parents and sister back in India.

It made me see what most of us take for granted --- freedom. As much as I do not like things about India, I am glad we had freedom of speech. I mean, you can question things about the government without necessarily getting arrested. And in countries like Australia and the US and UK where there is so much more freedom, we forget just how important it is.

We don't realise that just being able to think the way we want to think is a huge deal. We don't realise that being able to choose is freedom. We don't realise that wearing whatever we want to wear is freedom. We don't realise that choosing our own career path is freedom. We don't realise that even walking by ourselves without having to constantly look over our shoulders is freedom.

And I am so grateful for being free. It is unfortunate that I need movies and books to remind me of that.     

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Guilty Pleasures...

>> 17 October 2009

Challenge 21 at BlogThis asks us to list our guilty pleasures. Tell us about your guilty pleasure, why you love it so much, where, when, how and what!
I think I'm going to include 3...

1. My glass of red Merlot a la McGuigans (cheap and tasty!) Especially great after a stressful day at work!




2. Berry crumble with custard. Lovely on a cold night...all warmed up with warm custard curled up on the couch watching crappy telly. For me it doesn't feel like a complete sinful dessert (maybe because it has fruit!)





3. Having a lazy day at home in my pyjamas...no cleaning, no work...just on my laptop or watching DVDs. I have very few of these days and deinitely love a day when I can do absolutely nothing. Nil. Nada.




So that's it.

What are your guilty pleasures?

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Sad story of women...

>> 16 October 2009

I recently finished reading three books by Sudha Murty: Dollar Bahu (Dollar daughter-in-law), Mahashweta and Gently falls the Bakula. I bought these during my trip to Bombay in July. The books seemed to have a lot of promise. The back cover implied that it was how women stood up for themselves.





But I was disappointed.

Let me give you a brief gist on each of the books.

Dollar Bahu: This book basically involves a family where one brother marries a girl in India and remains in India while the other brother and his wife go on to the US. The boys' mother is partial towards the daughter-in-law settled abroad (the 'Dollar Bahu') and treats the daughter-in-law living with them like shit. This daughter-in-law in India takes all the shit without complaining. The mother gets a chance to go to the US and sees the "true colours" of the Dollar Bahu and learns her lesson.

Mahashweta: This book is about a beautiful girl (read: fair-skinned) from a poor family that marries a rich boy. However, she ends up with leukoderma and is kicked out of her in-laws house and doesn't receive any support from her husband either. She starts a new life for herself in Bombay and succeeds in moving on and being independent.

Gently Falls the Bakula: It starts off as young love...the girl and the boy in the same school..both highly intelligent. The girl gets first place more often than not at school while the boy has to settle for second best. However, as they move on to college (he in science and she in arts), they become friendly and their romance blossoms. Their families do not get along but despite the hurdles, they get married. The girl gives up her dreams of becoming a historian so that her husband can pursue his goals in the IT industry. At the end of the book though she realises she has wasted her life and is pretty much her husband's personal assistant (unpaid, at that) and chooses to go on to pursue her PhD.

From all the books, Mahashweta was probably the best in that it still managed to portray the woman with some dignity despite the fact that initially she gives up her dreams for the man she loves and plays the role of the dutiful daughter-in-law.

I was really annoyed with the other two books for a number of reasons:

- There is always the talk of how a wife is supposed to be dutiful towards her husband and her in-laws. The women in both the books are portrayed as being doormats...doing everything for their husband and in-laws that they forget what they want themselves. In particular, the female protagonist in Gently Falls the Bakula is supposed to be an intelligent educated woman and yet, she is willing to sacrifice her goals for that of her husband's. She is willing to fall at her in-laws feet despite the fact that they do not like her. She is constantly craving approval. Her husband doesn't give a shit about her needs and yet, she continues to sacrifice and there is talk about how a "good wife" is supposed to do that (She brings up some historical story about a dutiful wife as well...). She also wants a child to "keep her busy" while the husband works. She feels incomplete without a child.

- In Dollar Bahu, the daughter-in-law in the US is quite smart and works...and is therefore portrayed as being a bitch. Why? Why is it that someone who chooses not to worship their husband or their in-laws is always portrayed as being a bitch by Indian authors? Someone that wears singlets and doesn't follow Indian traditions like touching their elder's feet is a bitch? Someone that expects their husband to have a fair share in the housework is a bitch? 

- All the books focused on the skin colour of both sexes --- fair-skinned = better looking. For instance, in Dollar Bahu, the US daughter-in-law is on the darker side and prior to the marriage, the potential mother-in-law is disappointed with the girl's skin colour. But because the girl's family is wealthy, and because her son is okay with it, she agrees to the marriage. There is also a line about when she finally visits the US, she is happy to see the daughter-in-law is slightly less dark than before.

At the end of the day, I guess the books do portray what is out there. How shallow the Indian society can be. And how women, no matter how educated, can fall into that trap of sacrificing their goals and dreams for that of their husbands. And how in the name of 'tradition' women continue to be oppressed. I only wish, as I always do, that authors would try and present stronger women as role models rather than show them as bitches. It becomes harder to change the views of society when you have protagonists who will subjugate themselves for the needs of their in-laws and husband.

Why isn't there an Indian author that is bold enough to do that? To go against what is the norm. Why can't there be a female protagonist who wears singlets and jeans? Who is dark-skinned, not-so-slim and intelligent? Who follows her dreams and attains her goals? Who chooses her partner...or better yet, chooses to not get married at 20-odd years? Who does not have to give a damn about what her in-laws think about her? Who is not out to please every fucking person in the family? Who drinks or smokes without feeling guilty? Who does not care about traditions? Who has a life of her own.

Maybe I should try that.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Who do you believe?

>> 14 October 2009

Here's something I came across in the media over the last couple of days. And I just had to laugh.

I first came across the Sydney Morning Herald which reported that a recent survey showed Australia as being the safest destination for Indian students over the US and UK. See the story here.

Later in the day while browsing through something else, I came across this article in India Today stating that a recent survey (the same one, mind you) has found Australian cities Sydney and Melbourne to be the most unsafe and unfriendliest cities (seriously, unfriendly?? Where the bloody hell are you?)

So that got me curious and I did some more searching. I found this from OneIndia and this from the ABC website supporting the SMH article.

Which makes me question: Why is India Today reporting what they did?

Make up your own minds...

Until next time,

Cheers!!!



EDITED TO ADD: I found that the Legal Alien too looked at this and did it in a better manner than me. Check out this blog for a more indepth view on this story.

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55 Fiction: Betrayal

This is my first attempt at 55 Fiction so constructive criticism is more than welcome. I don't even know if I'm doing this right but I'm giving it a go anyway.

Their eyes met in the darkened club. She knew she should not. It was unlike her to have a one night stand. But maybe, maybe it could be something more. She did have his number. “After cousin Chrissy’s wedding” she thought. Their eyes met again. This time though, he was at the altar with Chrissy.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Popping those pills...

>> 13 October 2009

Last night I was watching (read: TV in the background while I was online) this show on Channel 10 called Nurse Jackie. It's sort of like House except with a little more feeling. Anyway, I'm not here to talk about the show or review it.

The episode yesterday had a bit on Jackie's daughter, a 7 or 9 year old (wasn't paying close attention) and how the little girl suffers from possible generalised anxiety disorder. This is identified at school by the teacher and the school counsellor. One of the shocking methods of identification included the girl's teacher saying how the girl's drawing didn't have bright colours. I'm sorry, but that's not a method of identifying if a child has a problem. On the other hand, the second example they gave for suspecting her anxiety was better --- the girl circled her desk 3 times before being seated to prevent the planes from falling. Fair enough. I decided to give them the benefit of the doubt and go with the flow.

But no. The next thing that happens is the counsellor/nurse and the teacher tell Nurse Jackie and her husband that they should take this little child aged 7 or 9 to a psychiatrist for a diagnosis (fair enough) and get her put on medication. Medication! For a 7 year old! For anxiety!

I'm sure there's going to be several people saying: "What about ADHD?" Medication for ADHD is required because the cause is medical...it's a neurobiological issue and therefore needs medication to manage along with behaviour management.

Anxiety on the other hand, is psychological. And there are evidence-based therapies (including cognitive-behaviour therapy) that help manage the same. Especially when it's a child, it would be more beneficial to intervene through therapy and provide them with these skills which can last a lifetime. When are these shows going to understand that medication makes a person dependent? Research for depression also shows that you need therapy in addition to medication for effectiveness. And the relapse rates are lower for those who undergo therapy (CBT) than those who only take medication.

Going back to purely medicating kids --- what does it teach a child? It teaches them that they have no control over their thoughts and feelings and hence need to be medicated. Which is complete bull in the case of anxiety disorders and depression. It doesn't provide them with skills for the future. The medication is not going to make the anxiety or depression go away. It's not the flu. Once the medication ceases, it is going to recur unless they have skills to manage.

I think shows like this promote the wrong idea. It would be more beneficial to promote therapy, especially given the stigma that still seems to exist around it. But therapy first is how I would go. And only if there seems to be no change after a certain number of sessions would I recommend medication. So yeah, I'm not completely against medication. I have asked some clients to get assessed by a psychiatrist to see whether they should be medicated but these clients are aged 16 or older and they are really, really depressed that they cannot even do some of the work set out for them in therapy. The medication is more of a boost to get them to learn the skills in therapy.

Not something to depend upon.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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A Brand New Look

So I now have a brand new look to go with my brand new domain name. All thanks to my little sister.

Yep, the cool header that you see on this page is courtesy my sister. She created the entire thing...drew it by hand and then scanned and photoshopped it and sent it across the continents to me. Thank you so much!!

If I want to change my blog themes, I can continue to do so with this fabulous header. My problem has generally been with headers...me wanting something that's more personalised and being unable to find many that fit the bill.

My sister doesn't have a blog or website (yet) and therefore I cannot link her in this post. But you can all leave your comments for her here if you wish as I know she occasionally reads my blog.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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10 things before I die

>> 12 October 2009

The Blog This Challenge for this week is as follows: Tell us TEN things you want to do in your lifetime that you've yet to achieve. It can be as simple as learning to knit, or bungee jump, skydive, maybe eat a whole lobster or travel somewhere, meet a penpal - anything!

So here's mine in no particular order. It's easy because I already have a list with some things being crossed out as they have been achieved. (e.g. Getting residency in Australia, Meeting Adam Gilchrist)

10. Learn a new language



9. Write a book and get published




8. Have a dog. Or two or three...




7. Get my family on holiday to Australia. More than just once.




6. Travel all around Australia




5. Attend an English Premier League match in England. Preferably Liverpool v Chelsea




4. Join a cricket team and play club cricket. Or soccer.




3. Bungee jump in NZ







2. Get another degree. Preferably in Child Clinical Psychology




1. Own my own house



Now to start seeing whether I can in fact achieve any of these!

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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So begins the hunt...

>> 11 October 2009

I have started looking for a flatmate.

After living by myself for almost 2 months in a 2 bedroom unit, I have realised that I am going to need a flatmate to assist with some expenses. I have loved having the whole place to myself. But after doing my taxes yesterday and receiving an unexpected shock that I have to pay additional taxes instead of getting any returns, I made the decision. I am not happy about my tax situation.

It feels a bit different being on the other side. So far, I've always been the one looking and running around to different places and being interviewed. Now I am going to be the one interviewing people.

I don't know if it's any better.

All I can hope for is to not get a psycho or a weirdo. My friends and I even had half a mind of administering some psych tests of intelligence and mental health when I start looking for prospective flatmates. The following would be some of my selection criteria:

High intelligence - Tick
High neuroticism - Tick
Mild depression - Tick
Obsessive-compulsive - Tick. Provided you leave the mess in my room alone.
Employed - Tick
Not highly religious - Tick. Even better if agnostic or an atheist
Enjoys occassional glass of  red wine - Tick
Highly Depressed - No way Will consider if on meds
Highly psychotic - No way
Personality disordered - No way
Always optimistic person - Nope. Because you are probably doing drugs.

And because I think every one of us has our issues, anyone with absolutely no issues or stress at all will get the boot too...because they have got to be lying!

So anyway, the search begins now.

I will keep you all updated.

Wish me luck!

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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What do you tell yourself?

This post has been partly inspired by a post on the blog The Daily Brain Shelter and stuff that I have been going through lately.

One of the main things I tell my clients in our introduction to therapy is "the way you think influences the way you feel and behave" which is one of the premises of cognitive-behavioural therapy (CBT). CBT is an evidence-based therapy and has been empirically shown to be the most efficacious form of treatment for most mental health problems including depression, social anxiety, phobias, post-traumatic stress etc. Anyway, this post is not to talk about CBT.

Rather, I am curious about what we tell ourselves.

I, for one, know that I have a lot of negative self-talk and sometimes it can get really bad and I feel depressed. I use the term depressed in a very lay manner...I have not been clinically depressed but I think that's because I have insight into my ways of thinking and behaving and can therefore catch myself before I go too far (Thank God for psychology!). I am also a very anxious person and once again, I recognise that it is what I tell myself that results in my anxiety.

I remember worrying about going up on stage to make speeches for years...my thoughts: "I am going to make a fool of myself". I sometimes think to myself "I am so fucking fat...I'm never going to lose weight" The result: Hating myself and feeling down. I sometimes tell myself "I am not going to be able to cope if such-and-such doesn't work out" resulting in anxiety even before it happens. Or I find I tell myself "I am not going to cope with my finances". I then feel extremely anxious and finally depressed because I think that I actually can't cope! And of course, I have caught myself thinking "The dating scene is too fucking hard...there's a man drought...I'm never going to find anyone at this rate" and what do I do? Feel defeated and not bother.

The problem with what we tell ourselves is how it influences our feelings and behaviours and can actually result in this vicious cycle of self-defeat. (I haven't reached there...the above were some examples which I do manage to get out of) So how do we get out of this? Well, CBT tells us to challenge our thoughts and look at evidence for and against them, following which we can come up with more helpful thoughts (Notice I didn't say 'positive'. I have something against that term. I prefer helpful and realistic thoughts). So for example, with my 'fat thoughts', it would be a bit delusional to tell myself "I'm hot and fantastic looking". Rather, a more realistic way would be "Well, I'm on the plump side but it's not the end of the world. All I need to do is to set goals to lose weight and I can exercise" And so on, and so forth.

What we tell ourselves is quite important. We can bring ourselves down. We can bring our self-esteem down. We can demean ourselves. Hence, it is important for us to challenge it all. To come up with healthier and more helpful ways of thinking.

It is hard, no doubt. It's so much easier to berate ourselves and to believe our thoughts. It's hard work to challenge. It's even harder to remember to challenge.

But in the end, it's worth it.

If you can be a little less anxious or a little less depressed, it's worth the effort.

Change the way you think if you want to change the way you feel.

So if you would like to, please share what you tell yourself.

And how you feel after you do so.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Hey, Hey, Gimme a Break...

>> 10 October 2009

So apparently, an Aussie TV show made news worldwide leading everyone to label us racist. Hey, Hey it's Saturday: The reunion (funnily aired on a Wednesday) is a form of variety show that used to air here till about 20 years ago. They were back for 2 episodes.

I was sort of half-watching it this week (read: TV on in the background while I was on the computer). Harry Connick Jr was one of the judges and there were 5 blokes that did the Jackson Jive which was a parody of the Jackson Five. One was supposed to be Michael Jackson and had his face painted white while the others had their faces painted black. Harry Connick Jr was disgusted with this and hence this made news worldwide. He talked about how they are in their country etc etc.

Now, the humour on this show is not my type of humour. I prefer the sarcastic and dry and politically incorrect stuff. This show just seemed to have a very 'meh' kind of humour...some things bring a smile but others you just couldn't give a shit about.

But, my point for this post is this: I did not find it racist (In fact, this was one I cracked a smile because these guys did it 20 years ago with Michael Jackson having a black face as well) Why is it racist when they are not intending to offend anyone? Just because Michael Jackson is now dead, does that mean it's wrong to crack jokes about him? We have a different sense of humour here down under which others don't seem to get. We love to take the piss out of people. Hell, we take the piss out of our own PM every week (see Rove Live).

And to those particular holier-than-thou Americans who seem to think they are past racism...give me a break. Hypocrisy is what it is. What about the movie 'White Chicks' where two African-American guys are dressed up as white girls...shouldn't that then be classified as 'racist' (and sexist) if this skit was? Shouldn't having the character Apu in the Simpsons be considered 'racist' given all the stereotypes associated with him?

And finally, here's what I found extremely funny about the Jackson Jive and the whole 'controversy'.

The guys that performed in the skit...the ones with their faces painted black and white...one was Indian-Australian, one Sri Lankan-Australian, one Italian-Australian, one Lebanese-Australian and one Greek-Australian.

Make what you wish of that!

On a side note: how did you guys stand this show even 20 years ago? I heard from a few friends how they used to love it. It's quite lame imho.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Feeling...

>> 8 October 2009

...A little down

...A little blue

...A little depressed

...A little out of tune

...A little crappy

...A little sad

...A little unhappy

...A little bad


All I can say

Is "it's just a phase"

All I can do

Is put on a smile anyway

All I can try

Is therapy and exercise

All I can hope

Is this too shall pass

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My Life on the Silver Screen

>> 6 October 2009

***This post is Challenge 19 and is part of Blog This.***
The Challenge is 'If they made a movie of your life, what would be the main issue/event and who would be the main characters? Feel free to elaborate on actors, directors, cinematographers, soundtrack etc'
This challenge was quite a difficult one for me. Why? Because my life so far has not been one that's worth making it to the silver screen. Don't get me wrong...I'm not saying I'm dissatisfied with my life. I am more than happy and content. It just doesn't have the makings of a movie.


But I figured, I'd still give it a go.







The closest movie that my life comes to or the one that I found I could relate to was Bend it like Beckham. No I haven't lived in England. And no, I don't play football.


But...


  • I have grown up with identity problems as far as my cultural background is concerned. I have had difficulty identifying with my Indian culture. However, I have adapted to the Aussie culture and feel like I have finally resolved those conflicts.
  • I have grown up with relatives telling me not to play out in the sun too long because I would get dark
  • I was never a girly girl
  • I have grown up idolising a sports player...except, it wasn't Beckham (ugh!). Rather, it was Adam Gilchrist.
  • I have had several posters of Gilchrist and other cricketers adorning the walls of my bedroom until I was 23.
  • I have talked to my posters of Gilly when things have seemed hard (just like how she talks to Beckham in the movie). And no, I'm not crazy. Sometimes it's the most normal thing in the world!
  • I have loved playing cricket and football, albeit with friends, and preferred it over being in the kitchen. My mum was worried about me coming to Aus solely because of my poor culinary skills. My only reason to go into the kitchen while growing up was to eat. Not to cook.
  • I have been told off by my grandmother for not learning to cook
  • I have had issues with my extended family
  • I left India for Australia in order to achieve my goals and dreams (just as Jess leaves for the US to achieve hers)
  • And, like Jess who saw Beckham at the airport, I met my idol Gilly at Penrith (okay, not quite the same!)
  • Like Jess, I have had a very supportive dad and unlike Jess, a supportive mum and younger sister as well.

So with a few tweaks to the movie, my life could be like Bend it like Beckham.


Now all I need is a nice Aussie bloke :)


I prefer the independent low-budget movies...the non-Hollywood kind. So regarding who would play me: it would have to be someone with an Indian background that is dark skinned and low key. No big shots. It'd be directed by someone relatively unknown as well.


And who knows? It could become as big as Bend it like Beckham or Crash! :)


So that's me...and my life on the silver screen.


What about the rest of you? Any movies that could be made out of your life?


Until next time,


Cheers!!!

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Mr Fishy and other stories...

I have a pet: a fish. A fighting fish to be precise. Thought I'd start off small and work my way up.

Mr Fishy arrived yesterday.

Check him out:







Here he is enjoying his swim...















And yet another picture of Mr Fishy in his fish bowl






He definitely seems happier in his big bowl. I only bought the bowl today...yesterday he was in an old coffee container which was still bigger than his space at the pet store.

Also, remember my D-I-Y post?

Well, just so you know, I have fixed my chairs. More importantly, I put up a bookcase and a CD stand all by myself! Yes, I kid you not. No help from any friends on these.

Here are the final versions:







Me doing this on my own surprised everyone...even my friends. The reason is that it's actually bigger than me. It's as tall as the doorway. And it came flat-packed. So yay! :)


















And this is just another thing that came flat-packed and that I put together on my own from the start...










Anyway, here's hoping Mr Fishy lasts longer than Bubbles who I had in 2006-07. Bubbles lasted about 5 months and then died. Dunno why. I fed him all right.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Win Win Win

We won! We successfully defended the Champions Trophy. (Still would have liked to win the Ashes)

I am willing to think that Watson will amount to something. Maybe I was wrong about him.

Same with Cameron White. Never thought he was good enough.

And Hauritz actually can bowl.

But now there is hope. Hope for the future of Aussie cricket. Hope that we can continue to work our way to the top.

And once again, hopefully, become what we were for a decade: Unbeatable.

Go Aussie Go!!!

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas

>> 5 October 2009

I have been wanting to see this movie for a while and was delighted to get the chance yesterday (on a cold and rainy Sydney day) to curl up on the couch and enjoy this.

I must admit before getting into the review, that my knowledge on the Holocaust is not very good. I have studied about the World Wars and about the Nazi rule but as the years have gone by, I have forgotten the details. (It doesn't help that we only did one year of history on this...the rest was on Indian history every single year!) I haven't watched some of the other movies about the Holocaust such as Schindler's List or even Life is Beautiful.

'The Boy in the Striped Pyjamas' looks at the Holocaust through the innocent eyes of an 8 year old. Bruno (played by Asa Butterfield) and his family move from their home due to his father's work commitments. His father is a soldier and in Bruno's eyes, is a hero. However, Bruno does not know the reality of his father's work. He meets Shmuel who is in a concentration camp and who is Jewish when out exploring the woods one day. The two befriend one another despite the barbed fence creating a barrier. Bruno still does not understand why it is that Shmuel is in a camp and thinks of it as some sort of fun camp in his innocent mind.

The characters are amazing. Bruno's mother is not happy that they live close to the concentration camp and is horrified to find that they burn the Jews alive (with some form of acid, I think). She produces an amazing performance that is heartfelt. Bruno's 12 year old sister is easily brainwashed by their  tutor and one of the soldiers into believing that what is happening in the country is absolutely right. Bruno's father of course, knows he is doing the right thing for their fatherland. And Bruno...he is amazing. This kid exudes innocence and you cannot help but fall in love with him. He is outstanding. As an adult you can see the bleeding obvious..the terrors...the injustice. But you can also see Bruno's point of view...in how he idolises his father, why he lies, why he wants to redeem himself in the eyes of his friend Shmuel, and how he questions whether there are nice Jews. He is a delight.

The ending of the movie is shocking and leaves you sitting stunned (And in tears in my case).

It may not be an accurate portrayal of the Holocaust (according to some critics that I read) but it works. It manages to get you to see the injustice and the horror of it all.

And in the end, that's what it is about.

To get you to understand. And feel.

Highly recommeded movie...and I'm surprised it didn't make it big in the awards side of things. 5 stars.

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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Half or Full?

>> 3 October 2009

Ever hear people refer to their husbands or wives or boyfriends or girlfriends as "my other half"? What about "my better half"? And how about people who say that the person they are in a relationship with "completes them"?






I personally have an issue with all these phrases. Whether used by a man or a woman. I cringe every time I find it used.

To me, referring to someone as your 'better half' implies your own 'half' is not good enough and this person that you are in a relationship with is better...and is what makes you better. Referring to someone as your 'other half' implies that you were not 'full' until you found this person. Similarly, when people say that the other person 'completes them' implies that they were incomplete until they met this person.

Why do we use these phrases? Phrases that put us down?

Seriously, are you that bad that your husband is your better half? Are you that incomplete as a person that you needed your girlfriend to make you whole again? (I know Tom Cruise said "you complete me" in Jerry Maguire...and supposedly that makes girls swoon...NOT) Where do we get these phrases from? (I tried doing a google search for the origins but nothing worthwhile popped up...I guess it's too broad a term) Do we even realise just how self-deprecating these phrases are? It makes me wonder, what if this relationship breaks up...do you break too? I mean, after all, your 'better half' is no longer there...does that mean you are no longer worth anything?

I prefer using the term 'partner' to refer to someone I am in a relationship with. (Boyfriend sounds too teenagerish to me) I think partner implies two people, on par, who have to work to make the relationship work and of course, who share in the decision-making, chores etc (Mum...I know you read this: I'm still single...this is what I would do when in a relationship!)

So tell me, do you refer to your partner as your 'better half'? Do you think they complete you? Do you think they are your 'other half'? Or if not any of these, what term do you use?

And am I just thinking too much and being too pedantic or are there others with such view?

Do tell.

On a different note, this is my 200th post (since I merged both blogs into one) Yay!

Until next time,

Cheers!!!

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