Tuesday, March 24, 2009


I am drawn to convertibles! I cannot pass one and control my head not to turn in the direction, especially if it is a Nissan Z350 in black!

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Happy Persian New Year

I hope this is a year filled with peace and love, health and wealth, and any thing any one wishes for for all!
Great start in the middle of the night all by myself and all the thoughts and prayers I wished for; still knowing M and A were by my side just in the other room. I kind of enjoyed my quiet moment at the turn of the year. Quiet outside and inside filled with prayers, desires, hopes, and joys of a new beginning...

Saturday, March 7, 2009

All was new

All was new. I was walking in the world knowing what I knew and not knowing what I didn't. I am still walking in the world, still knowing what I know and not knowing what I don't. But I know one new thing: that I like it here. There is a reason for me to be here. I had the greatest experience I am so longing to re-experience again. The people, the God, the presence... It is a relief!

On another note, I have a new manager now. The core team leader in R&D is also my manager now. This transfer has forced me to read the book "Getting past No" by William Yuri. Office politics!

And still there are new things, so sacred, so dear in my heart, I still want to hold on to them as my precious treasure.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

The audition

About five months ago we were approached by a studio Representative in a mall we were walking at. It was the third time I was asked to put A's name in the list to be contacted for modelling. They always needed kids older than three and I refused for other reasons as well. That day the lady really insisted and promised to call later when A was older but still That day I accepted.

Then, last week, I got a call from the studio and after much hesitation and contemplation we finally decided to go. Our audition was scheduled for Saturday morning.

We were there a few minutes late. The room was filled with kids and their parents, the youngest was at least three and the oldest sixteen.

Finally the catwalk show began. All the kids went on a line to climb on the platform. They were supposed to walk to their spot, then announce their name and age, then walk back and wave to the audience.

A did a marvelous job: he climbed on the platformed and every body clapped, intuitively he smiled at the audience comfortably and walked to his spot. He announced his name and then showed number three with his fingers in response to the question about his age. He is not really three but that was close enough. He walked back and waved to the audience. Such a nice job he did and so proud we were to see him act like that.

Turned out in the end that he was too Young. They might contact us again in six months. We would not be expecting any thing but the experience was a unique one for us all.