Naast oma van twee kleinkinderen ben ik ook 'oma' van een hond. Hij heet Max en komt zo nu en dan een paar dagen logeren. Dit weekend was het ook weer zo ver. 


Max is negen jaar en een geweldig lieve hond. Hij is super rustig en je hoort hem ook bijna nooit blaffen. Dus is het helemaal geen straf om Max een paar dagen op bezoek te hebben. 


Wanneer Max hier slaapt heeft hij niet zijn eigen mand bij zich. Meestal reist Max met de trein en dan kun je niet zo heel veel meenemen.

Maar Max vindt dat helemaal niet erg en heeft een stoel uitgekozen als slaapplaats. 

Max houdt niet van laat opblijven en als hij het tijd vindt, klimt hij in 'zijn' stoel en gaat slapen. 


Max in de trein

Zoals gezegd reist Max graag met de trein. En omdat ik het leuk vindt om videotjes te maken, is deze korte video ontstaan. 


Heel gezellig een hond 

Ik zou het denk ik te beperkend vinden om weer zelf een hond te hebben. Maar op deze manier heb je toch zo nu en dan de gezelligheid van een hond en hoef je je levensstijl er niet op aan te passen. 


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The beginning.
The bar has been blinking on my phone for a while, because I don't know where or how to start. What do I want to tell? I've been writing for years, but let me read what I write or actually put it online. I find that difficult. I feel insecure and kind of exposed. Because it will be read? Or do I write to some kind of big online black hole? Writing is for me and I think also for many others a kind of processing process. It's like if I wrote it down in most cases and then I can let go of it, in most cases. In a few cases, I don't have enough memory on my phone and words short. So where am I going to start? What do I want to tell? Are you there to read? ^ ღι ღι #iamnewhere #begin #blog
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Enigmas Of The Universe Can Never Be Unraveled.
#nonfiction After remaining unemployed for some time, I got a job with Punjab State Civil Supplies Corporation (PUNSUP) - a state government organization - albeit on contract basis. I served this organization for about five years. My first posting was in Ludhiana which also happens to be my birthplace. At the Ludhiana Office, I became friends with Pardeep, who was also a new recruit like me. Ram Mehar was a small tea vendor at some distance from the Office. I, along with Pardeep, would visit Ram Mehar's kiosk invariably during the lunch time to have a refreshing cup of ginger, tulsi and cinnamon tea. Ram Mehar knew that I liked less sugar, so he would prepare my tea separately. Soon he became chummy, often discussed his family problems with me. After six months, I was transferred back to the Head Office, Chandigarh where I was deputed in the Accounts & Audit Branch. One day, while taking a stroll in Sector 34 during lunch time, I was astonished to find Ram Mehar in the market. Surprisingly I asked, "Ram Mehar, what are you doing here?" "Sahib ji, it's nice to see you again after a while. Sahib ji, I'm planning to shift to Chandigarh. So I'm looking for a suitable shop." he said, joyously.   "Good, let me know if you need any help." I said, started returning to my office. Next day, Pardeep came from Ludhiana to the Head Office, for some official work. He met me, we had lunch together. After the lunch, I told him about my meeting with Ram Mehar. He looked at me with startled eyes and said, "You must be joking. Don't you know that Ram Mehar died of heart attack last month!" For some days, I remained in a stupefied state. After recovering a bit from the shock, I wrote a letter to my Guru ji, telling him about the  incident. H.H. Swami Chinmayananda ji wrote back, "Son, there is nothing unusual about the incident that you have mentioned. The countless enigmas of this universe can never be unraveled, however hard the material sciences may try. The ways of the Lord are inscrutable. Son, just look around yourself. Innumerable, inanimate lumps of dirt are laughing, crying, eating, procreating. Can't you see this biggest of all miracles!" ~ Sanjay Gargish ~