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		<title>By: Shail</title>
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		<dc:creator>Shail</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 08:14:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just read about her in one of your posts. Imagine the child is getting back at the mother in her own way! The kids react to harshness from parents in different ways! It IS really sad!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just read about her in one of your posts. Imagine the child is getting back at the mother in her own way! The kids react to harshness from parents in different ways! It IS really sad!</p>
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		<title>By: usha</title>
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		<dc:creator>usha</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2010 04:46:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The lady on the 2nd floor in the building opposite ours, does this to her daughter. Very harsh that sometimes I shudder when she screams, &quot;How many times have I told you? How many times??&quot;. We&#039;ve been around since about 4 years now. Have seen her grow up from a 3 yr old, to a 7 yr old. Now she gets back at her Mom in her own ways.. Like when her Dad is waiting outside n calling out to her Mom to get ready and come out soon while revving the car engine, this kid sneaks out to the balcony and screams &quot;Papa... Mummy lipstick lagaa rahi hai&quot; n the mother comes out to scream at her for lying. Mummy wasn&#039;t wearing lipstick. 
Sad, it all is.. really sad.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The lady on the 2nd floor in the building opposite ours, does this to her daughter. Very harsh that sometimes I shudder when she screams, &#8220;How many times have I told you? How many times??&#8221;. We&#8217;ve been around since about 4 years now. Have seen her grow up from a 3 yr old, to a 7 yr old. Now she gets back at her Mom in her own ways.. Like when her Dad is waiting outside n calling out to her Mom to get ready and come out soon while revving the car engine, this kid sneaks out to the balcony and screams &#8220;Papa&#8230; Mummy lipstick lagaa rahi hai&#8221; n the mother comes out to scream at her for lying. Mummy wasn&#8217;t wearing lipstick.<br />
Sad, it all is.. really sad.</p>
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		<title>By: 2Bs mommy</title>
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		<dc:creator>2Bs mommy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 23:10:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This post took me in past....I shuddered remembering the fear - not knowing how to answer, what to answer. 

&quot;She looked down at her note book to take another look and huge drops of tears fell wetting the page and smudging what was written. She hastily wiped the tears off with the edge of her frock.&quot; - have lost count of how many times that happened :(

Now, I try never to let that happen to my children.

&lt;strong&gt;Me: Welcome to my blog-space 2Bs mommy. That&#039; what we can do, never let it happen to our children.&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This post took me in past&#8230;.I shuddered remembering the fear &#8211; not knowing how to answer, what to answer. </p>
<p>&#8220;She looked down at her note book to take another look and huge drops of tears fell wetting the page and smudging what was written. She hastily wiped the tears off with the edge of her frock.&#8221; &#8211; have lost count of how many times that happened <img src='http://shailsnest.com/wp/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Now, I try never to let that happen to my children.</p>
<p><strong>Me: Welcome to my blog-space 2Bs mommy. That&#8217; what we can do, never let it happen to our children.</strong></p>
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		<title>By: indianhomemaker</title>
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		<dc:creator>indianhomemaker</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 09:05:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This post has been Nominated more than once in The AGB Awards - and totally deserves it.

&lt;strong&gt;Me: Thanks IHM. I have been too busy to make nominations myself as I was short of time to dig into posts by friends! :( &lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This post has been Nominated more than once in The AGB Awards &#8211; and totally deserves it.</p>
<p><strong>Me: Thanks IHM. I have been too busy to make nominations myself as I was short of time to dig into posts by friends! <img src='http://shailsnest.com/wp/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':(' class='wp-smiley' />  </strong></p>
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		<title>By: How do we know</title>
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		<dc:creator>How do we know</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 08:12:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>what a wonderful post!! am speechless!
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Me: Welcome to my page How do we know. Thanks very much for the appreciation.&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>what a wonderful post!! am speechless!<br />
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Me: Welcome to my page How do we know. Thanks very much for the appreciation.</strong></p>
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		<title>By: Nomination list – 5 !! « My attempt to write</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nomination list – 5 !! « My attempt to write</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 05:20:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: ganga</title>
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		<dc:creator>ganga</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 08 Nov 2009 14:08:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>so poignantly expressed shail...i just wish many more would read this, for this is a fault many a parent commits...times when they actually need a time out for themselves...times when they lose control. just goes to show that &lt;strong&gt;being a parent is not just a biological thing, you got to learn to become one&lt;/strong&gt;...and that&#039;s a super tough task, not meant for all...but who cares? get married, have kids...is the order of things, who cares about competency?
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Me: This is definitely a mistake many parents commit! Who does indeed care about competency?? &quot;Get married, time to see those kunjillaal&quot; Oh yeah kunjikkaal (tiny feet) is in demand big time, not your competency to bring up those kunjikkaal! 
Thanks Ganga.&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>so poignantly expressed shail&#8230;i just wish many more would read this, for this is a fault many a parent commits&#8230;times when they actually need a time out for themselves&#8230;times when they lose control. just goes to show that <strong>being a parent is not just a biological thing, you got to learn to become one</strong>&#8230;and that&#8217;s a super tough task, not meant for all&#8230;but who cares? get married, have kids&#8230;is the order of things, who cares about competency?<br />
<strong><br />
Me: This is definitely a mistake many parents commit! Who does indeed care about competency?? &#8220;Get married, time to see those kunjillaal&#8221; Oh yeah kunjikkaal (tiny feet) is in demand big time, not your competency to bring up those kunjikkaal!<br />
Thanks Ganga.</strong></p>
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		<title>By: Bob Hoff</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bob Hoff</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 07 Nov 2009 07:30:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This broke my heart, not only because of the cruelty imposed on this child in your blog, but because many years ago my wife and I expected so very much of our oldest son and in &quot;demanding and insisting&quot; that he &quot;he jump through our education hoops,&quot; I can now see years later how we impacted on his chance to develop academically. 

He became a high school dropout and has no interests in reading, learning, nothing beyond watching television. Yet I realize now that he had then and has now a &quot;native&quot; intelligence that we got in the way of him cultivating. And of course there seems to be no turning back the clock, so the damage seems permanent.

We changed our style with sons two and three. One got his Associate of Arts degree (two years in college) in architectural drafting and the youngest son is about to complete his basic requirements for an Associate of Arts degree in general studies, both while holding jobs. Neither of them wants to go on for a bachelor&#039;s degree now, but both could if they decide to later.

And just tonight Chris was working with Jimi on some school work and he is such a smart four year old. And there was a time when our eldest son was as smart and full of potential as Jimi. And as first time parents we (mostly me; my wife was a trained teacher) muddled Jeff&#039;s progress so that each year he cared less and less about school.

I feel tears in my heart for the girl in your writing and for my son. My regret cannot undo the damage I wrought on his self-esteem and potential love of learning and academic achivement thwarted.

Thanks for getting this nail right on the head, the absurdity of treating our children so tyrannically when they are just in many situations running into the equivalent of &quot;mild speeding bumps&quot; in the highway of learning.

I did not take to school right away, but eventually my parents communicated a love and enjoyment of learning that took root in my thick skull finally.

Excellent and superlative, tremendous and extremely well-written, in other words, results that you consistently achieve, Shail. Thank you for sharing and congrats on the well deserved award.

An admiring fan and friend,

Bob

&lt;strong&gt;Me: Thank you for the superlative words of appreciation Bob. It always comes in handy while attempting a new post! :)
What do I say about your comment?? You have told me about this before. Most parents falter at one time or other in the upbringing of their children. But we soon correct ourselves. But of course if the damage is high then undoing it is not easy... its&#039; impossible in some cases. A sad truth. But we can always try and make amends, whatever we can. My heart goes out to Jeff and also to you Bob... I know it hurts when you realise you could have done better. &lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This broke my heart, not only because of the cruelty imposed on this child in your blog, but because many years ago my wife and I expected so very much of our oldest son and in &#8220;demanding and insisting&#8221; that he &#8220;he jump through our education hoops,&#8221; I can now see years later how we impacted on his chance to develop academically. </p>
<p>He became a high school dropout and has no interests in reading, learning, nothing beyond watching television. Yet I realize now that he had then and has now a &#8220;native&#8221; intelligence that we got in the way of him cultivating. And of course there seems to be no turning back the clock, so the damage seems permanent.</p>
<p>We changed our style with sons two and three. One got his Associate of Arts degree (two years in college) in architectural drafting and the youngest son is about to complete his basic requirements for an Associate of Arts degree in general studies, both while holding jobs. Neither of them wants to go on for a bachelor&#8217;s degree now, but both could if they decide to later.</p>
<p>And just tonight Chris was working with Jimi on some school work and he is such a smart four year old. And there was a time when our eldest son was as smart and full of potential as Jimi. And as first time parents we (mostly me; my wife was a trained teacher) muddled Jeff&#8217;s progress so that each year he cared less and less about school.</p>
<p>I feel tears in my heart for the girl in your writing and for my son. My regret cannot undo the damage I wrought on his self-esteem and potential love of learning and academic achivement thwarted.</p>
<p>Thanks for getting this nail right on the head, the absurdity of treating our children so tyrannically when they are just in many situations running into the equivalent of &#8220;mild speeding bumps&#8221; in the highway of learning.</p>
<p>I did not take to school right away, but eventually my parents communicated a love and enjoyment of learning that took root in my thick skull finally.</p>
<p>Excellent and superlative, tremendous and extremely well-written, in other words, results that you consistently achieve, Shail. Thank you for sharing and congrats on the well deserved award.</p>
<p>An admiring fan and friend,</p>
<p>Bob</p>
<p><strong>Me: Thank you for the superlative words of appreciation Bob. It always comes in handy while attempting a new post! <img src='http://shailsnest.com/wp/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /><br />
What do I say about your comment?? You have told me about this before. Most parents falter at one time or other in the upbringing of their children. But we soon correct ourselves. But of course if the damage is high then undoing it is not easy&#8230; its&#8217; impossible in some cases. A sad truth. But we can always try and make amends, whatever we can. My heart goes out to Jeff and also to you Bob&#8230; I know it hurts when you realise you could have done better. </strong></p>
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		<title>By: sakhi</title>
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		<dc:creator>sakhi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 05 Nov 2009 11:41:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What do i say after so many comments above!!

ITs just awesome! :)

&lt;strong&gt;Me: Thank you so much Sakhi.&lt;/strong&gt; :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What do i say after so many comments above!!</p>
<p>ITs just awesome! <img src='http://shailsnest.com/wp/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p><strong>Me: Thank you so much Sakhi.</strong> <img src='http://shailsnest.com/wp/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Entertainment Events in Bangalore</title>
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		<dc:creator>Entertainment Events in Bangalore</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 11:17:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hello Shail

 Excellent post. Discovered your blog on Blog Adda.
You have narrated it so well that it looks like if everything was happening before me only.

Learnt a lesson never ever loose my composure while teaching my kid. Kids are very-2 sensitive these days. They have lots of self respect and do not hesitate for a nao second even while taking any strong step.

Regards


&lt;strong&gt;Me: Thank you for stopping to leave a comment. Kids have always been sensitive, it is not just about these days.  Sometimes it is better to leave the teaching to a thrid party if keeping composure is a problem and we as parents can do the finishing touches, the &#039;garnishing&#039; of teaching.&lt;/strong&gt;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hello Shail</p>
<p> Excellent post. Discovered your blog on Blog Adda.<br />
You have narrated it so well that it looks like if everything was happening before me only.</p>
<p>Learnt a lesson never ever loose my composure while teaching my kid. Kids are very-2 sensitive these days. They have lots of self respect and do not hesitate for a nao second even while taking any strong step.</p>
<p>Regards</p>
<p><strong>Me: Thank you for stopping to leave a comment. Kids have always been sensitive, it is not just about these days.  Sometimes it is better to leave the teaching to a thrid party if keeping composure is a problem and we as parents can do the finishing touches, the &#8216;garnishing&#8217; of teaching.</strong></p>
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