Friday, October 8, 2021

Feeling It All - Pandemic Thoughts in 2020

 Like Milton wrote

On his Blindness,

do I want to attempt

a consolation to myself?


It has been months now...

the doors have been closed,

windows show a clearer sky

no one to share the view with though.


Doing all the doing that needs to be done,

keeping myself sane through it all.

I see how the kids become moody,

I try and keep myself from falling

Off this tight rope walk.


Keeping busy so the knock is faint

of anything seemingly depressive,

choosing a cheerful frame of mind

for me and mine. 


Waiting for everything to normalize,

the new normal is only inside.

Sifting through my own thoughts,

wanting to make time worthwhile.


If everything is planned,

then there must be something beautiful,

in all this too, so far my eyes have missed to see.

In a way, this blindness and limited view

can only be corrected by Thee.


In time, there would be joyful beginnings,

all over again.

Coz like several other storms,

This Too Shall Pass. 

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Those few moments - 16 Nov 2018

Very Precious to me
just like U are,
those few minutes
when you make me feel
on top of this world.

Times when I want
the Universe to stay as is;
Time to become standstill
and we remain,
just as we are.

I know all mothers love
with a protective shield,
still there are moments
when I feel the delicate
being that you are...
that I wish,
no harsh reality
ever dawns on you, my little one.

I have so many sweet moments
with you, daily.
Moments that tug on the heart strings
asking never to let go.
But we get busy almost immediately
and the longing to capture
the emotional bonding
remains deep within...

When I bathe you
and you giggle, as I
wash your feet and your toes,
when I wrap you up
like a cocoon
and you snuggle upto me,
to kiss my cheek
or better still
keep your wet cheek on mine!

When I am making you eat
and you refuse to finish off
the last few bites,
and then you say,
you would have a last one
for me!

When you play with your toys
asking me to jump in
and you make tea for me
and hand the empty tea cup
oh so gingerly!
I love it when you insist
on setting the table,
bringing in plates
for all of us.

Times when you clean up
the room, picking your
stuff and putting it aside,
and then happily declaring -
"I did the clearing up."
More than the clean up,
I love the sparkle in your eyes
and the look that
demands a hug for a job happily done.

Of course, how can I forget,
when you put your fingers around mine
in your sleep, clasping my hand
within your palm.
Or, putting your arm
around my neck,
making yourself comfortable
in the happy sleepy realization
of your mother sleeping in with you.

Though I gloat over these love-me moments,
there are those in which
you have the hearts of two boys at home
entwined with your caring.

No wonder they say
daughters are special.
Lado - You make me
feel blessed daily.
Quite like your bro
but different nonetheless,
In so many ways...

These are moments non-tradable
with any riches of the world,
the soul-enriching love
that can come only from a child.
My precious,
"Precious" you will always remain.

Being Thoughtful...



7th Nov:
She whispers into my ears
I love you mummy
more than I love bhaiya paapa...
I love u morrreeeee
moreeeeeee moreeeeeeee.....................
u r my sweet cutie mumma.
u loveee me so much, right?
I know :)))

I am your baby know.
when I am big
I will make chai for you
food also
I will do work also
I will go to office?
then when I come back
I take care of you, ok?
I will play with you also
:))))))))))

5 Nov:

Sometimes you are like
sitting on a fence...
wondering, why the cold shoulder.

At other times
you have the confidence
of a trusted partnership.

It's okay,
today this thought
tomorrow this would also take flight.
Don't get affected,
take it light!


4 Nov:

I was saying...
Sarah gets easily impressed;
and he chimes in,
with a grin...
'just like her mom' :P

Mimicry... - 22 Oct 2018

Sometimes when I am trying to teach something to the little one and she continues to do as she pleases (against my instructions); I tell her - "agar samajhna nahin hai toh mat samjho. Jab chot lagegi tab pata chalega..." - Meaning - If you want to disregard what you are being taught, go on. When you get hurt, you will know.

I didn't know even when she is pretending to be her own boss, she is absorbing my words. The other day, she was trying to make Jeshee agree to something. He was not willing to give in and she announces (in a 'I don't care' tone) - "agar samajhna nahin hai toh mat samjho" :)))

Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Words...


29 Oct 2018

Close friend going through
loss of a parent...
I only have words to console,
But no heart to say,
few wounds rarely ever heal.

Somehow its different
from all other losses...
The child inside is awakened
in sadness. Bereft.
And there is no looking back.

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The other day,
while chit-chatting with
my 13 year old,
I had a faint feeling;
He wanted me to keep listening,
forget to be a parent!
When my expressions gave away my thoughts,
He says - "Ma chill! It didn't snowball into trouble.
Now - listen happily..."
I forgot whatever I was thinking!

This age is so quick
to absorb weird things.
Temper tantrums may return
just like being hyper has!

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Little one pushing away
the older one, saying -
Mom's lap belongs to me!
I jump in to remind,
Older one is now old
but first came He!
Since he has shared happily,
ever since, Can't she?
Pat comes the reply,
Mom belongs to we!!!
Relieved me. :)

100th Post - Slow Down...

Last two days,
you had been fussy
just before leaving for school...
strange for us,
as its something
U normally never do.

I tried every method
to tackle your mood swing...
I was trying to do
root-cause analysis too!

This morning, you were about to
get started with the sulky mood,
Done with your lazing around,
done with your food...

I casually mentioned,
you could play with water
for a while,
Oh my, how sulk became a smile!

You became so excited
at getting to play
with a bucket of water,
you forgot you were going to
give me a hard time.

And I learnt sweet-heart,
sometimes we need to
slow down the rush hour.
It is such a mood enhancer
when you see your little one
enjoy her age, time no bar.

Thursday, August 30, 2018

Spill-over...


29-Aug 2018

Sometimes it's better
to leave things unsaid...
especially when you run the risk
of letting emotions run wild.

------

You came to me crying profusely
about something silly.
Strange, all that pacified you
was a hug, my baby.

------

Earlier, when your team lost
you would be upset for an hour or so...
Teenage has just begun,
And I can see, emotions on the run!

------

After so many years,
saw someone wearing
the kind of shoes you wore...
Something within me stirred,
Missed you.

------

Few days ago, a friend mentioned,
I laugh sometimes to stop from crying...
I was wondering, how many deep pains
within each heart thrive...

------

To dress you up,
I would like to call the shots.
However, you always demand,
"This top and this shorts"
"Ok, mumma?"
Making me feel I am still the Boss?!

------

Just loved it baby...
when I was sick
while wishing me good night,
You asked God
to take away my fever.
Who truly made me recover?


23-Aug 2018

It takes a lot of strength
call it what you may,
to be in a situation
and still, be able to
look far, beyond, and, away.

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Life filled with moments that are spent happily
for children as well as me...
as parents that is all we wish
for our little ones, don't we?

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dard hai toh
ussay bina shikan sambhalna,
isi ko shayad
kehtey hain khul key jeena.


------

Ek nanhi si jaan
uska kya hoga
soch kar hoon pareshaan...
aaj khush hai woh,
bus rahey gum say
aisay hi anjaan.
Khud ki komal bhavnao ko
bana rahey mazbut hum,
sabki dor thaamey
baithey hain na Bhagwan.
Kuch toh socha hoga Unhonay
Baanayengey koi rassta.
Mushkil lag raha jo,
hoga aasan.



02 - 05 Aug 2018

Subh-subh khidki key paas
zor say goonjti
chidiyon ki aawaaz...
aur kuch palon mein
un aawazon mein ghulta
bachchon ki baaton ka shor.
Dono kitney ek samaan,
aaj yahan, kal kahin aur.

------

"Baaed Boyyyyy"
kehker bhaiyon ka mann mohti...
baar baar seediyon sey
uppar-neechey hukum say ley jaati.
Pata nahin woh chotain hain
yaan yeh chutki choti!

------

poori koshish karta Ayush
Sarah ko apni godh mein bhitaney ki.
Lekin yeh, Yash bhaiya ki deewani.


------

Fursat mein bitayey kitney pal
Aur unn palon mein yeh ehsaas...
Bachchon ka bachpan kitni jaldi
bhaag raha hai.
Phir say inn nanhi jaano ko
khud mein sahej loon
inki kahi baaton ko, inki harkaton ko,
inka bachpan hi bus pakad loon...
kyunki bahut jald
yeh fursat bhi phisal jayegi.


------

You say so many sweet things
every single day...
And I wonder my baby,
how and where to keep it all
safe in my memory...
Coz when memory fails me,
will reading it all,
bring back the beautiful moments
in which You bind Me?

------

27-July 2018

All good ideas
start striking the mind
after the event is over.
Happens to U too?

26-July 2018

Missing it sometimes
these days now...
You cuddling in with me.
There are times when in your sleep
you move your palms on my face
and I just love the baby smell
That engulfs the mommy in me!

08-June 2018

Life runs past,
kids grow up fast,
I was going slow
now back to a fast pace...
surprising myself on the go?


Sarah Speaks... June 2018

1. "Highlighter!" - You know the word and you say it so clearly. When I asked you if you wanted to color with it - You stumped me by saying, "nahin, isssey coloring nahin kartay. Book mein light kartay hain" (No, we don't color with this. We 'light' the book with it)

2. "cayle" (for scale)

3. "Aap mujhey maarogay toh nahin na" -- Sometimes, when she is being naughty or fussy, I tell her - "come here" little sternly. She knows the tone so asks me this. As if I beat her otherwise. But by asking this - she ensures the softness within me comes as a smile.

4. "Woh log mujhey ghar lekey aayengey na" -- This she asks about her daycare drop. Irrespective of having explained to her countless times lovingly. One day, I found the best answer. I told her - "The didis in your daycare also have to go home. So, they are not going to keep you there. They will definitely bring you back home safely to us." Finally convinced, she doesn't ask this anymore.

5. "Papa - aap gussa toh nahin ho na" -- She asks this when her father gives her a stare. :) She copies his stare perfectly too!

6. "Mainey bola na" -- Children really copy us more than we think. Sometimes, when she gets angry with me, she talks just like I talk to her when I am angry. She tells me one day, "mainey bola na. Did you licchen (listen)?"

7. "Aap meray paas hi chohogay na" -- This one is my favourite. Times when I am not sleeping in with her, when I am tucking her in, she confirms that I will be sleeping with her. The day she asks this, I am tempted to act like I am sleeping right then, with her!

8. "Aapney khaana kha liya?" -- If I announce that I am sleeping with her (while she goes to sleep), she is always quick to ask me if I have eaten food. I love the concern for me that she shows, more than her happiness, though she is just a child of three!

9. "Aap mujhey lenay aaogay na?" -- This she used to ask when I used to pick her up from the daycare. I loved this confirmation.

10. "Agar koi mujhey maarega toh aap kya karogay? chutney bana dogay na?" -- This shows the faith in the power of her parents. :)

12. "Chicken...pehley chicken khaoonga, pehley mutter khaoonga" -- Always asking for anything that accompanies the main food - rather than the food. If chicken is there on the plate, everything else takes a second seat. Same with peas, carrots, curd, cucumber, onions... The list goes on.

13. "Cucurum" - This is how she says "cucumber". Nowadays, its also "cucubum".

14. "Nonshenshh" -- When she doesn't understand what her brother is asking, she says, "bhaiya is telling nonshenshh (nonsense)". :))

Monday, July 23, 2018

Bonding with Saro... Today and Tomorrow...

You make the space in me feel full,
with your little sweet nothings...
Your teeny meeny concerns
speak louder than your words.

I have been longing to write about you,
about how you came to be mine
and how you have grown,
taking the 3 of us along,
like a powerful emotional tsunami within...

For the life of me,
I can never forget,
though, now, no more I regret,
the way God brought you into my arms.

I was fearful from the time
you came suddenly,
but over time, the fears have given way
to the love of a lifetime.

I remember clearly, when oh so gingerly,
I prayed for us when I held you close,
the second day of your birth.
I was so surprised at you being so small,
but nevertheless, so thankful for all being well.

I knew God had pulled us through,
if not He, who could have?
I am indebted forever
and grateful indeed with every strand of my being.

You may never understand sweetheart
what it meant to be at the verge
of losing it all, and convincing myself
and those around me...
that all will be well.

Now that you and I have been together
happily for last few years,
plus the time you were only mine,
I can recall happily
how excited your bro had been
when you had just arrived.

The first night after you came,
I didn't get enough of you to hold...
and I stayed without you overnight
separately,
that was the toughest so far.
I didnt want to go away
even for myself, dear one;
but I had to...
Thankfully, we returned to each other
and everything that happened before,
became a dream.

If your bro is special to me
being my first born,
you are even more special my dear
for all the joys you have brought along.

You bring so much more meaning
to our lives, with your innocence...
Years may pass and time will fly
I wish we remember your childhood
with this clairvoyance!

Watching the two of you...

July 2018...

Watching you sleep
so peacefully my baby...
wish to continue the rhythm
from within me...

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I call you Laado
I call you Shona, Paato,
Golgappa, Gobi aloo
cheeku, channa meraya
and of course, motiiiiii....
And you put your small arms around me,
cheekily refusing to let me kiss you.
Love your innocence,
and yes, love your arrogance too!
What to do?

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You are growing up just fine,
but I find you lanky now.
Mush is there somewhere
waiting to appear...
Its just teenage beginning for you
and look at what you do,
measuring yourself against me all the time!

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And what's that you do
Dab, dab, dab...
your little sis copying you
In equal madness
you spill around.

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Dame' t'Casito
Fun to watch you two
perform like aliens,
so naturally...


Friday, June 8, 2018

You just started your "Nursery:...
One small step for you,
One leap of Joy for me!


Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Time to unwind and be grateful all over again...

Don't know where to start from. Beginning to see my little daughter bloom just like my son had been... The transformation of a newborn to a baby is so unique and thrilling that everything else takes a second seat.

Just grateful to God for the blessings... The strings of the heart are once again being pulled by myriad emotions and I hope, I will make time to capture precious moments of loving my children, as I help them grow.


Thursday, January 19, 2012

Back after a year and half!

Once again... coming back to writing about life... Plan to be regular hereafter. :) Lots to update!

Sahil's grown up and work has finally become what I always longed it to be...

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Because KIDS's emotions really matter!

I got this story as a forward few times. I loved the way it is written and more than that, it pictures so aptly how one must 'allow' himself to feel for others, especially kids. Read on, if you have some patience and excuse this post if you have read the story before.

*****

At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question:
 "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection. Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"
The audience was stilled by the query.

 The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child."
Then he told the following story:
Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood  that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. His Father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart. The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted. In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three. In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands. In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again. Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.

 At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game? Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.

 However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact. The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed. The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay. As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.

The game would now be over. The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates. Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!" Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base. He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

 Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!" Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball ... the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team. He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman' s head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay"

Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third!"

 As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!" Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.
 "That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world".

 Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Review - "Over the Rainbow" Collection of Plays

Yeah, this one is for me and my friends... and maybe the kids and parents of the kids who were a part of the "Over the Rainbow" collection of plays.

In 3 words - "It was AWESOME!"

As the same plays were showcased on all the three days (2/3/4 July 2010), I watched it all on all the days and still, just have one thing to say - It was worth watching. Not because my son was a part of "Noddy" but because it was a collection showcased by kids of all age-groups. It was delightful to watch cute "Noddies" (there were two 'Noddy' characters as the skit was a long one), Mr Sparks (Nikhil), Tessie Bear, Big Ears (Sahil) and of course, Sly (Neil) and Gobbo. Both the "Noddy" boys were cute little fellows, though Adam (the first Noddy) was such a roly-poly that one would fall in love with him by just watching him in Noddy's outfit.Let me put the snaps of "Noddy" characters here. I didn't get them all, but here it is...

Sahil - Backstage

 Noddy

Noddy and Tessie Bear

Noddy - Waiting for a friend
Give it to me, Sly!
Noddy with Mr. Sparks!
Noddy and Big Ears - Video


The show started with a boy around 6/7 years old addressing the crowd. This opening was followed by a song from 'Ciara'. She sang it in a very soothing voice and set the mood for remaining silent happily. Then came 'Noddy and the Listening Game'.

This was played by kids only 5/6 years old but the way they carried themselves and the play, you would look twice to convince yourself. Nikhil was very cute as Mr Sparks when he mumbled his lines (he was the youngest of the lot, I guess); ending it with "Busy, Busy, Busy." It was fun to watch him go backwards to exit the stage, instead of going over to the other end. :)

When Noddy characters took over from one another, the first Noddy was to give second Noddy his cap and exit the stage. On the first two days, it was a faultless transition. On the last day, the cap was forgotten to be handed over. :( But you know, as we parents and relatives waited, wondering what would the second Noddy do (when Martha monkey walks upto him and makes sounds by touching the pom-pom of his cap)... the kids outsmarted us! Even though the second Noddy's cap was absent, Martha monkey enacted her part pretending the cap was very much there!! I truly didn't expect this finesse and was pleasantly surprised. The audience clapped as I am sure, they were as happy as I was that the kids didn't go bizarre.

The first day of the show, my dear Sahil slipped and feel just as he entered onto the stage. I was sorry and wondering if he would forget his lines due to the accident. He had forgotten his story once during Story-telling as he was pushed onto stage at his school. As I waited, my son picked himself up quickly and perfomed his part without any miss! Wasn't I excited, boy!

The fun was still to continue. As he went backstage after his role-play, forgetting that he is wearing the mike on his clothes, he announced to his teacher, "Ma'am, I just slipped and I fell." It was funny to hear the backstage dialogue while Noddy was going on the stage. :)

Tessie Bear, Martha Monkey, Goblins, Mr. Plod (and everyone else) played their roles with perfection. Of course there was a child-like curiosity as to when what would happen... but it was a different world altogether. Watching kids enact their lines was a treat.

After Noddy, it was time for "Oliver Twist".
.... To be continued.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

OVER THE RAINBOW - By BOARDWALKERS THEATRE FOUNDATION



The BOARDWALKERS THEATRE FOUNDATION presents ... "Over the Rainbow", an evening of enchanting musicals.

Featuring excerpts from "SOUND OF MUSIC", "CHARLIE AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY", "OLIVER TWIST" and "NODDY".

Museum Theatre, Egmore.
July 2nd/3rd and 4th.
7 p.m.

Tickets: Rs 100/-, 150/- and 200/- available at Landmark, Odyssey and Fruitshop.

P.S: Sahil plays a small role in "Noddy". :)

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Getting Valuated!

Recent Ones:

1. When I picked up my son from school and wanted to surprise him, I told him, "I have made 'Fried Rice' for you today." He surprised me (with his limiting thinking of my cooking talent) by asking me, "Ohhhhhh.... You know to make 'Fried Rice' mumma?" :(

2. The other day I was announcing to my husband that being a North-indian wife, I love to make 'Aloo Parathas' for him and our son. I realized that maybe I was being boastful when I said to my hubby, "Sahil and I love the aloo parathas with curd. Its only you who doesn't like it with curd." Our son was quick to respond, "Mumma, I also am not liking it so much. I am 'managing' what you are making me eat. Really."

I was shocked at the choice of words, the 'managing' and 'not liking'. :( Luckily, my sadness was short-lived as hubby agreed that the food wasn't that bad!

Friday, June 25, 2010

Legalising Surrogacy

I read through an article the other day about a proposal to legalize Surrogacy. Earlier, I have read posts of my friends; some of who equate surrogacy to a crime, and others who think that the gift of a baby is worth the emotional turbulence.

I find myself incapable of taking a stand in this regard. As a mother, I know the joy and love that holding a baby in the womb brings. That's the reason why I can't imagine the pain a woman would bear, after bearing a baby and then having to give it away. Irrespective of the conditions attached.

Yeah, one may argue, if she is emotionally weak, let her not go in for something like this. This is definitely not the job for the faint-hearted. But, hey, when did 'bearing a kid' become a job? Exactly. It hasn't been too long that the wombs have started to be rented out. For all the emotional hurdles a girl learns to put up with, this might seem the toughest. Worse still, if it is the 'family pressure' that's going to make women rent out their wombs. Why else would anyone, otherwise?

It's very difficult to remove emotional attachments from the issue. Yes, at least for the 'surrogated baby' the woman would be 'truly cared for' during her pregnancy - and 'paid' to have had the courage to spend nine months and more fussing over the baby she would eventually give up. Of course, one woman's loss would be another woman's gain. In that regard, the baby-giving could be compared to a blessing.

In olden days, mothers might have lost their newborns to some or the other health complication, every now and then. Now, when the situation is slightly better, by forcing people to take sufficient care of the mom-to-be and the baby-to-be - we are providing options like 'bringing a life and giving up the same' for a 'price'.

From another perspective, when you lack a bond and you feel the loss - it is natural to search for options. Some may find adoption a better choice (it is, considering the fact that the 'child' is already born and needs a bond too). However, when the facility to 'bear your own' (at the expense of someone else) exists, and one can 'afford' the same, why not? Either way, it is an emotional decision to make. It is easy for anyone to argue this way or that - trying to 'be in the right'; but almost killing for someone standing at that juncture - hoping/wishing/praying.

The other day when I was thinking about this, somehow I was reminded that don't we accept a 'kidney-donor'? Do we look at them (the borrower and the donor) with disgust? Why then, this seems so much more painful? Because, I am a woman too? Because, I know a woman would need to kill herself emotionally before giving away the baby she has mothered? I don't know... [On thinking more about this, I realized, it could be because - we don't feel the kidney growing within us, giving us a sense of fulfillment.)

One thing is for sure. The policy, if it comes into force, would have clauses for:
1. Women's Health
2. Number of Children one can surrogate (legally)
3. Pre-natal and Post-natal care
4. Compensation (minimum legality)

We must not forget any anti-depression treatment that the women may need, not just for a year or two after the deal. The scars may never heal and there could be moments when women would feel the loss, even years after the baby's gone. Ask any old woman how many kids she has had. You will get an answer inclusive of the blue babies who didn't survive long. Such is motherhood.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The "Elephant" Experience...

Oooooooo! For the first time ever, my son saw a living elephant so closely! I
clicked some snaps...will put them up tomorrow morning first thing. Gotto rush to
cook, didn't want this day to pass off without me noting what fun it was for the
little fellow to see the "Bigggggggg" elephant.

Afterwards, while going on the bike enjoying the cold breeze (yeah, its cold out here in Chennai since its raining now and then since yesterday.); I asked my son how he felt. He says - "Happy. That is opposite of Sad. Like Big is opposite of small." I just joked, "Sahil is small, elephant is Big." He announced, "You are making me sad. I am not small, I did not stand near elephant leg know, so I am not small. Shall we check the height?"

Of course, I had to convince him, even if I stood next to the elephant, elephant
would seem taller/bigger than me! Phew! He was finally 'okay' about being 'small'. :) And to say he is only a five year old... :PPP

Thursday, June 3, 2010

The Boy Nobody No's

Came across a beautiful poem that makes it crystal clear that even when you love your kids, it is perfectly alright to deny them some things. As parents, we do know what's for the best and still, there are times when we give in to the happy feeling that comes, when we let kids have their way.

This poem has a simple touchy feeling that allows 'forever-agreeing' parents to learn to 'dis-agree' and at the same time, comforts the parents who are forever watchful of their own parenting style, wondering if they are right in saying 'No' to their kids. Let me know what you think.

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Not so long ago, and not so far away
There was a little boy named Randy.
Now this little boy was a source of true joy,
To his Mom and Dad and family.

But Randy grew up in a curious way,
That some may consider best
For this little boy, unlike most little boys,
Received any and all requests.

He would want to do this, or ask to do that,
And his parents would never say "no";
They loved him so much and really believed
This was the perfect way to grow.
Things seemed to be fine for quite a long time,
And Randy's parents were proud
Then this little boy, who once was a joy,
Threw tantrums in front of a crowd.

His parents would try to quiet him down,
But he would just not be still
He did as he pleased, and no one would dare
To ever cross Randy's will.

They mumbled and stumbled for words to explain
Randy's shockingly rude displays
And all the worst tantrums seemed to be saved
For Christmas and holidays!

But then in the spring, ---- a wonderful thing,
An event , that opened their eyes
It happened in May, on a cool, rainy day
(Sometimes joy can be pain in disguise.)

Randy's friend came to play, and he stayed the whole day,
He and Jim had a wonderful time
When all of a sudden Jim got up to leave,
And started to say his "good byes".

It was getting near night, his friend Jim was polite
But he finally had to say,
"My dad said come home when it starts to get dark
So I'll have to be on my way.”

He left Randy there at the top of the stairs,
Then much to Jim's surprise;
He heard Randy crying, saw a few toys go flying
He just couldn't believe his eyes.

"Oh, let him go home!" Randy screamed all alone,
"I'll be sad and unhappy... who cares!"
Randy didn't know, that his dad was at home,
And heard the whole thing from downstairs.

His dad's heart was grieved, he just couldn't believe
Randy's awful behavior that day
He wanted to talk, so they went for a walk,
And discovered some things on the way.

Randy spoke first, "Jim's dad is the worst,
Who could have a daddy so mean!
I know if I said I wanted to stay,
You'd never make me have to leave!"

His dad then thought back on his own early years,
His father was tender, but tough;
And seemed to be able to balance the two—
Could it be that just love's not enough?

That's when it came clear, who was at fault here,
And Randy was not to blame
As hard as it was to admit to himself
He didn't raise Randy the same.

He turned to his son and regretfully said,
"I've done an injustice to you
By letting you go, never telling you 'no'
But now I see what to do

I was brought up to mind my own dad,
And I knew he loved me so
But there were many times, in love, He had to tell me 'no'!

Now there were tears, but through the years
A bond between us grew;
I'd like to think that someday
You'll say the same of me and you!

I love you so much, but love needs to be tough,
And I should be teaching you how
To handle yourself when faced with a 'no'
Do you think we could start over now?"

Randy thought long on all that was said,
And one thing he did know for sure;
That someday he wanted to be like his dad
He smiled and said, "Yes, Sir".

As they walked home, on that memorable night,
A father and son at their best;
They talked of the lessons of love in a "No",
That you'll never receive in a "Yes".

Copyright © 2004 by Jeannie Veltz

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

On Amma's B'Day

As another year of our togetherness begins,
Amma, I stand back and look at us;
Wondering at how soon life passes
and we are knit with memorable threads!

Though one fine day you came home
to see me formally,
I know, I had known some things
about you, prior to that.

Your son had given me
an image of you that overflows with love
and still, chooses to let free
those she loves!

At times, when I used to wonder
If you would be able to give me
your love, naturally, the way its given
to all your other children,
including my dear co-sis;
it was comforting to know,
your son had no such doubts.

He was always so sure
of your un-ending compassion,
that he drove away my fears
about complete acceptance,
as soon as they surfaced.

Of course, I still had
my own side of exploration...
From the first time I met you,
and you asked me, how would I like,
to be called.....The feeling I felt then, Amma,
to be asked so caringly,
made me feel one with the family.

Then, there were many other instances too.
Before I could show to you,
that I will do all I can
to keep the happiness and love
in the family intact....
you showered me with genuine affection!!!

If we thought your sons
love you so much b'coz they are yours,
My regards for you unknowingly increased
to see the bonding between bhabhi and you.

I knew it then, somewhere, deep within,
soon, I will be the child of the mother,
my hubby calls his own!


I can't pen down all the treasures
knowing you and being with you
have brought along.....

The one that makes me go emotional
anytime even today,
is the voice of love I heard
when we spoke first after Sahil's birth!

Do you remember, Amma?
You had cried for my pain!
I had fallen in love, all over again,
with my hubby, for him being your son!

That's how you are Amma.
Sweet, Caring, Loving
without hesitating....
gentle in your own way.


I have thought many times
to let you know all this
and much more....
but every time, we are together,
we are busy making new memories!
Only one last thing...
Please teach me, to be the mum
You have been, dear Amma.

Ajj Din Chadheya - Translation

A friend of mine had requested for a translation of the "Ajj Din Chadheya" song from "Love Aaj Kal" movie. I loved to do the translation and thought of adding it here for my other friends. Enjoy!

Love Aaj Kal – (2009)
Music Director: Pritam Chakraborty
Director: Imtiaz Ali
Lyrics: Irshad Kamil
Starring: Saif Ali Khan, Deepika Padukone
Song Title: Ajj Din Chadheya

Ajj Din Chadheya

Ajj din chadheya --------- Today, the day has come out
Tere rang varga ---------- In your color (God is supposed to be very bright, luminescent)


Ajj din chadheya ---------- Today, the day has come out
Tere rang varga ---------- In your color
Phul sa hai khila aaj din ---- the day has blossomed like a flower


Rabba mere din yeh na dhale ----- God, my days do not see a sunset (In the sense, when day ends, my pain doesn’t)
Woh jo mujhe khwab mein mile ---- the one whom meets me in my dreams
Use tu lagade ab gale --------------- you make me hug her (make her mine)
Tenu dil da vaasta ------------------ Am binding you with my heart’s yearning (The singer treats God like a friend/savior – so, its like – if you want my heart to keep beating…)



Rabba aaya dar digaar ke ------ God, I have come to your door (here I have a doubt, I think he says “dar pay pyaar key” – which would mean, at the lover’s door)
Sara jahan chod chaad ke ------ I have left the entire world (as only the loved one matters)
Mere sapne sawar de ---------- Make my dreams beautiful (make them real)
Tenu dil da vasta --------------- Am binding you with my heart’s yearning…



Ajj din chadheya ------- Today, the day has come out
Tere rang varga -------- In your color


Baksha gunaho ko -------- You have forgiven the sins
Sun ke duwao ko ---------- by listening to prayers (spoken by sinners)
Rabba pyaar hai ----------- God, love is
Tune sab ko hi de diya ----- What you have given to everyone


Meri bhi aahon ko ---------- To my sighs too (listen to my sighs)
Sun le duwao ko ----------- listen to my prayers
Mujhko woh dila maine jisko hai dil diya ---- Give me the one to whom I have given my heart…


Aas voh pyaas voh usko de itna bata ----- She is my hope, my thirst; please tell her just this
Woh jo mujhko dekh ke hase ------------ the one who laughs on seeing me
Pana chahun raat din jise ----------------- whom I want to make mine day and night
Rabba mere naam kar use ---------------- God, assign her to me! :)
Tenu dil da vasta ------------------------- Am binding you with my heart’s yearning…


Ajj din chadheya
Tere rang varga


Maanga jo mera hai ------------------------- I have asked you what is mine
Jaata kya tera hai ---------------------------- What do you stand to lose?
Maine kaun si tujhse jannat maang li ---------- I have not asked you for the paradise (in the sense, paradise is yours, am not asking that)


Kaisa khuda hai tu --------------------------- What kind of a God are you?
Bas naam ka hai tu --------------------------- You might be only a name afterall
Rabba jo teri itni si bhi na chali ----------- if YOU can not even deliver my asking! (In the sense, your specialty is in doing what mortals can not)


Chahiye jo mujhe -------------- What I desire
Kar de tu mujhko ata ---------- you please handover to me
Jeeti rahe saltanat teri ---------- May your lineage rejoice
Jeeti rahe ashiqui meri ---------- May my love rejoice
Dede mujhe zindagi meri -------- Give me my life to me….
Tenu dil da vasta ---------------- Am binding you with my heart’s yearning…


Rabba mere din yeh na dhale
Woh jo mujhe khwab mein mile
Use tu lagade ab gale
Tenu dil da vasta


Rabba aaya dar pay yaar ke
Sara jahan chod chad ke
Mere sapne sawar de
Tenu dil da vasta


Ajj din chadheya
Tere rang varga
Ajj din chadheya
Tere rang vargaaaa…
Ajj din chadheya
Tere rang vargaaa..
Din chadheyaaaa..


Note: Let me know if you need me to translate any other song... I would love to do it! :)

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Some of Sahil's Sentences!

Here are some of the 'verbatim' stuff - from Sahil - jotted sometime last September...

S: "I tell. You write. OK?" ----- while doing HW.

S: "I write, then I can learn?" ----- when I insisted that he writes, so he can learn.

S: "How you know? desk is 'd', 'e' 's' 'k'? You telling when u r writing? u saw my note book?" ------ when he asked me 'desk' spelling and I told correctly.

S: "I don't want to say when I am writing. I am writing only, know?" -------- When I was insisting he reads while he writes.

S: "Can I color first, then we do home work?" -------- When he had writing and coloring to do.

S: "You help me color, please. Lets do something that I can do fast. Okay?"

S: "Mine not gone outside, see your color I think is going to go outside. You are doing so faassst know. We should not put it outside. Correct, mumma?" ------ While trying to color 'perfectly'.

S: "Okay, now I am your mother. Okay?" ----- Role-play, so he can command what needs to be done.

S: "I am the teacher. I teach you, you tell me, I ask, okay? Tell me, desk. " ----- When I asked him 'desk' spelling and he didn't know.

S: "When I become big, and I become mummy know... then you will become small know, then I take care of you, okay?" -------- This one is my favorite!! I had fun explaining he would not become 'mummy' and I would never become 'small'. :)

S: "In my school - one Aditi know, she told me 'shut up' today mumma. I felt v bad, I also told her shut up. "
M: We should not speak like that, v bad she told u like that. U don't talk like that to anyone who says bad words okay. We should never say bad words. I don't want you to say 'shut up' to anyone....
S: "Okay, next time, this time i told 'galti say' (by mistake), next time, I not say. I won't talk to anyone telling bad words, okay mumma? mumma, why is 'shut up' bad word? we should not tell 'rascal' also?" : : : (I begin to wonder.....)

Sunday, May 16, 2010

The Gift from "Indus Ladies" on Mother's Day!!!


Yey! This Mother's Day, I have been given a gift for being a 'Mommy Blogger'. :) No wonder, I can't stop smiling!

When there have been moments, when I have wondered,
why do I blog?
Plus, why don't I
blog all that comes to my mind?
I have given myself enough reasons and excuses.

I haven't forgotten - I began blogging as a side-effect of motherhood. :) I began with hoping to jot down all that 'being a mother' is all about. I, obviously have failed to do so... as in, not everything that makes me what I am (even just as a 'Mom') can't be reasonably jotted. Mmm... I have continued though, and plan to do so for as long as I can.

This Mother's Day - my son didn't give me a gift (like two years ago), or a card (with his dad's help). He hugged me, and with excitement in his eyes, looked at me and immediately after wishing me - asked me what "Gifttt" I was going to give him!! At that moment, I realized a profound truth I had known but never worded. I was able to think that Mother's Day is not only about celebrating your mother for being who she is -- because she is your mother all your life; it is about celebrating the bonding that exists between a parent and a child. Irrespective of who teaches whom on which day, a Mother's Day is for a mother to count her blessings and to bless her kids.

You know what? The plain act of my son asking me a 'gift' - made me ponder in what ways I can contribute as a mother, to anyone else, besides my own baby. I got some brilliant ideas and I am going to take up at least one of them. Let me see how far I take it. I will write about it in another post, hopefully out of the post-implementation excitement.

Okay, now about the 'Gift' that I got from Indus Ladies. Well, well, Indus Ladies has brought the "Mommy Bloggers" close-together by compiling an e-book, just for Us. :) :) Mm, I am listed there too, but the real joy is to get links to so many other Mommies out there - who are writing about their experiences with their kids!

If like me, you are interested in reading what other Mothers are saying/doing/going through - here's the e-book: Indus Ladies - Mommy Bloggers E-book

Have fun and let me know if you come across something that you want me to write about!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Hiya! Am Back...

I came across the following quote a few months ago. I was actually captivated by the exact match of words that portray how I think. Here it is, see if it makes sense to you:

*****

Fritz Williams:
I believe in cultivating opposite, but complementary views of life, and I believe in meeting life's challenges with contradictory strategies. I believe in reckoning with the ultimate meaninglessness of our existence, even as we fall in love with the miracle of being alive. I believe in working passionately to make our lives count while never losing sight of our insignificance. I believe in caring deeply and being beyond caring. It is by encompassing these opposites, by being involved and vulnerable, but simultaneously transcendent and detached, that our lives are graced by resilience and joy.


*****

Thursday, January 7, 2010

For the Little Ones - Pending since 19Nov09

I know it pains when we read or come across some gory detail of any form of child abuse. Why am I writing about it? Do I think, my writing in my own blog can make a difference? Well, YES!

For all that I am worth, if I am asked to punish someone who is guilty of misbehaving with a kid, I won’t think twice. I wonder why we have all such cases languishing in our courts. How dare we let anyone who is ‘found guilty’ to be ‘proved innocent’ and keep the trials on for years?

If there is someone who truly moves me – It’s a kid. I am sure, most of the people I have known until now, have felt that ‘soft, caring’ feeling for the little ones. Is it because we form a society that has so much drama involved in everything that happens; we choose to hush the words when someone comes along complaining or is it that we are basically, gutless?

How many of us know and acknowledge that there are several forms of abusing a child? How many of us, bother to find out for ourselves, how many kids have faced some form of abuse? How many of us are willing to take the right steps to put an end to all this? Most important, how many of us know – what is the right preventive and curative approach?

Breaking off for a bit and adding all my other thoughts on making this a safer/better place for kids:

1. Can we ensure the school kids who commute by government buses have special buses at their service?

2. Can we ensure that whichever school it may be – there is ownership on maintaining a clean and safe environment?

a. Start with the staff.
i. Do you have a mandate in place that teachers are not allowed to raise their hands/scale/textbooks/dusters to ‘instill discipline’?
ii. Do you have a character certificate for the staff you employ? Do you think it is required? Not just the teachers, the office staff, include even the school bus drivers/conductors, ayahs and even the gardener. ---- Sounds far fetched? Well, it’s how important you think safety of a kid is!

b. Can you ensure that all the school kids reach school without their bags getting locked into some truck? – This happened yesterday to a school kid cycling to his school.

c. Can we ensure there are cycling zones for at least 4 kms near each school, in all directions? – sounds far fetched again!

d. Can we ensure our kids don’t carry the burden of bags more than half their own weight?

e. Can we ensure that we have separate toilet facilities for kids – without making them witness adults relieving themselves shamelessly?

3. Can we ensure our kids don’t carry the weight of our aspirations so much that any failure breaks their spirit?

4. Can we ensure that our kids are taught that it’s not right to bully or be bullied?

5. It isn’t enough to ban ragging. The need of the hour is to teach kids how morally wrong it is to ‘demean’ anyone in any way! The lessons need to start early…

6. Have we the courage to give the confidence to our kids that they can share whatever they want to – with us (parents/teachers) without fearing reprimand?

7. Do we make our kids aware of ‘how they can be ill treated” and what they must do in those cases?

8. Do we give them the trust that we trust them?

9. The helping hands that we employ – drivers/maids/watchmen – do we care for their welfare and treat them with dignity? Are we passing the same lessons to our kids? Are we ensuring, our kids don’t become easy targets to ‘keeping dirty secrets’?

I wish we had strict and immediate punishments, which deter the abusers from any such thoughts as well. Also, there’s a need for ‘education against abuse’. The kids know it any day when they are wronged that it’s not something right – but we need to teach them how to safeguard and speak about such incidents – in confidence to their parents. As educators, we need to tell parents that it does not right the wrong to scold or blame your child when he/she reports in such unfortunate incidents. Moreover, as a society, we need to take collective responsibility to avoid unnecessary moral policing but be willing and open to watching and initiating strong action against the wrong-doers.

As a society, can we ensure that we don’t employ girls of tender age for house-keeping? Many times, while keeping the houses clean, these girls suffer at the hands of the other keepers or the owner. It is not unusual to be beaten up if they fail in any of their duties. How many of us are aware that it is a form of abuse? When we talk of child abuse, verbal/physical abuses and domestic violence – all of it applies to children of all ages who still are not big enough to support themselves and save themselves.

Being educated ourselves; we can hope to bring in a BETTER tomorrow. For ourselves – by not committing any such abuses and for them – by sparing them any torture. Being aware is the first step. Being a human, second. Or is it the other way round? What does it take to understand another person’s pain? …

To know more about child abuse and its impact – go here - http://childsexualabuseinindia.blogspot.com

Saturday, January 2, 2010

December-09 Updates

1. Allowing him to test my gaming skills on iPod Touch has had its advantage. When I lost, I smilingly said, "I didn't practice. How could I win? Okay, I lost." Thereafter, my son seems to have understood two things. We don't need to 'feel bad' if we lose and we need to 'practice' if we want to be good at something! I get to see a big change in him when we sit to do our lessons and my dear son announces, "mumma, I am going to 'practice' everything. You ask me to write, okay? I will write all words 3 times?" [This coming from a boy who finds it too much to sit still and do his lessons! Pat on the back to me!]

Not just this, while writing, when he makes "s" like "r", when I chide, he says, "That's why I am practicing, because I not write very neatly. I will do it 'corretttly' now, see..." :)) How can I not feel proud of a willing heart!?

2. He had questions with "these" and "those". Each "these" question had to be answered starting with "these" (as expected). However, while teaching him, I asked him, "what are these?" - pointing to a set of balls. While he was thinking his answer (I am sure he was counting how many red and how many blue balls were there in the picture...), I looked at him. In my impatience to hurry him, I looked at the picture and said - "these are those". [Wanting him to decode 'those' as 'balls']. For my next question, "what are these", my son doesn't blink an eyelid and pat comes the reply - "these are those". :) [You get what you give...]

3. I love being called "kutty mumma" by my son. I call him "kutty paaapu" meaning "small baby".... and its been more than a year that my son first called me lovingly "kutty mumma". :) It feels wonderful whenever he remembers to shower me with that special "arms around my neck", "cheek-on-cheek", "kutty mumma" hug!

4. His dad takes a full pack of Britannia Cakes. While I pack sahil's tiffins, he asks me for a full pack too. As I stand to reason out, he says, "you gave full pack to my father know?". I say, "yes shona, but he has a drawer at office where he can keep it. You will waste if you take full pack and go..." and that answer doesn't satisfy my little one. Full marks if you guess what he tells next! --- "I not waste. I eat and then I bring it back okay? I help you alcho, I fill my bottle, still now you are not giving me full packet. I like that cake. You give to my daddy only fully." :)) I didn't want him to think that I love his dad more than I love him (what's love got to do with a pack of cake!). Plus, I didn't want him to think that 'filling his bottle, helping me' is a bribe that's gonna get him the cake. I was like, "Shall I keep 2 cake pieces and rest you come home and eat? How about that?" He says, "I not talk." I am left with no choice but not to let him spoil my mood and his for a pack of cake. I got a box and told him, he can take the whole pack but bring back any that he isn't able to finish, by keeping properly in the box. The monkey gets back to his 'hanging on the branch' tricks! (read - being his mom's backpack!) saying "I loveeeeeee youuuu 10 mummmmmyyyyy".

Yey!! It's New Year Again!

A very Happy New Year to all my friends out there!

Wish you all loads of happiness, good health and many joyful moments in the year ahead.


--- Warm regards.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Some of Our Chats

Long pending update. :) Here are some of the chats between my little fellow and his mom (me!)

White Shoes:

S: Mumma, today white trousers and white shoessss?
M: Yes shona.
S: Why, mumma?
M: Its Monday na today, that's y.
S: Oh, okay. Then, tomomorrow? (yeah, that's how he says tomorrow!)
M: Tomorrow, you will wear blue shorts and black shoes.
S: How do you know, mumma? (Does he think I don't have a brain? ;))
M: Shonu, it's Tuesday na tomorrow, that's y.
S: Oh okay. How do you know, Tuesday tomomorrow?
M: Shonuuu! Today is Monday, then Tuesday, Wednesday,Thursday, Friday,Saturday, Sunday and again Monday will come. That's how days are.
S: Okay mumma. (little silently this time, I end up thinking, did I react little strongly to the last question!?!)

Without a minute's pause, S: Why it is Monday today? :-)

Can you answer why a day is what day it is!??!

While playing with his dad:

S: Mumma, papa is pushinggg meeeee.
M: Why shonu? what happened?
S: I don't know.
M: What did you do? Why is papa pushing you?
S: I did not do yennything ('anything'). Papa is simpleee pushing me.
M: Papa is simply pushing you? Wait, I'll ask Papa why he is pushing you.
J: We are playing. (No justification, just facts!)
S: No mumma. When we playing know, I pushed papa. Then, papa pushing me nicely. I not playing with papa, but papa is simply pushing me. (---Am thinking --- Means, so long as he is winning, it's all okay? When he begins to get pushed, he isn't playing anymore! I have to instill the importance of playing - not just winning...)
M: :-) Okay, don't play. You come to the kitchen with me.
J: Good.
S: Not good papa. Come, let's fight.
M: I am going to the kitchen. If you get hurt again don't come crying to me. Okay?
S: Okay. I not cry. I am big boy know. I fight with papa. See. I am strong. Come papa. Let's fight. See my musssels (muscles)! (provokes for fighting! true ninja!)

The nonsense fun continues. :-)

While eating food

S: I don't want more mumma. My stomach is full. Touch and see.
M: Little more shonu. Last time?
S: I aten (ate + en = past tense of eaten) fully mumma.
M: :-) Okay.

After 5 minutes:
S: Mumma, give me more food mumma. When I finish my food know, papa is going to give me something special.
M: Hmm, okay. You will become big and strong also...when you finish your food.
S: I am big and strong mumma. I am dinking complan everyday. Yessss. (by the time I am publishing this, he says drinking properly.)

On passing by Naani's Ex-house:

S: We not going to naani's house?
M: Saku, I told you, naani is staying with us now, right? So we will go to our house.
S: Somebody is there in naani house? Tell me mumma. (He partly remembers what I had explained the last time he had asked me this question.)
M: Yes shonu. Now, someone else is staying in naani's house. So, we can't go and stay there.
S: Oh okay. Why mumma?
M: What 'why' sahil? I told you na, the house-owner has asked someone else to stay there.
S: Oh okay, that's why naani staying in our house?
M: yes saku.Now our house is naani's house also.
S: Oh okay. That is papa's house alcho. Correct mumma?
M: My darling baby. yes. It's everyone's house.
S: but ajay, nikhil, debbie not staying in our house. correct mumma? (I feel like screaming.... the other kids at creche stay in their houses, why will they stay in ours!!?!)

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Making a Date!

Okay, enough of this/that/these/those (yeah, that's been my son's English portion, but I am not talking about that!)... :) I mean, I am making a date tonight with my blog and that's exactly I am going to remain awake to do!

Office work has been hectic and yeah, some interesting personal commitments too...topped with sahil/jeshee dear falling sick lately. Imagine, last entry was on Apr29! I feel so bad, don't want to let go of so many things that have happened in the last 3-5 months! :((((

So, here it is. :) I will be back online tonight, just hold on...

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

How to vote for my entry!!!



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Sunday, April 26, 2009

Angels Awaited...



My entry for the "Mother's Day Blog Contest" ...

What has becoming a mother done to me? How exciting it felt, when I was going to be a mother? How incredible it was to hear the heartbeat of my baby within me, for the first time? How joyful were those months while we and my body prepared to bring home the baby? How touching it was to touch tenderly the little new-born? What a roller-coaster ride it has been ever since? How does it feel, to be a mother? How difficult and emotional it is, to become a mother? How different it is, to feel as a mother all the time? All these questions can make so many of us write pages and pages on our own individual feelings and also, the collective emotions. Against all this, a sad recent thought, lingers on these days. Where are we heading? How tough it is becoming, to become a mother?

It’s only on becoming a mother though; several new feelings have come to the fore. Besides becoming a mother itself being an overwhelming experience, being a mother has taught me several things already and the experience seems forever enriching. The tender feelings I feel as a mother, while being precarious for my child, have powered my thoughts on several other mothers of different generations.

I am able to feel much more strongly than ever before, about the mothers who were and are even now, never offered a choice. Whether it was about starting a family, about keeping the numbers low or even about being able to add years between the kids. Don’t we all know how strong the societal pressures have been for generations, to beget a son? Just like an heir to a throne!

In all we value about being mothers, there are so many moments of realization. Doesn’t it create an unknown bonding when we come across someone who is on her way to becoming a mother? Women looking slightly pot-bellied have a charm of their own. We, who have successfully crossed the bridge and moved into motherhood, feel happy for such on-the-way ones. A smile between women, says it all.

Sadly, just around the corner are few other women, who are just waiting. Waiting, in the hope that soon their tests would turn positive too. They too, would have the joy of feeling a life blossoming within and hold one of their own, close to their hearts. They are the dream mothers - women, who are waiting to be entrusted with the promise of bringing a life into the world. My heart goes out to all such women, who long to hold a baby of their own.

In today's fast life, where almost everything is becoming 'planned', God seems to have chosen to remind us mortals that - we are not in control of everything! Yes, a majority of us can and do 'Plan' - to marry, to opt for a career and eventually, start a family. Somehow, somewhere along the plans, someone seems to have spilt some oil on the floor. For some of us, the natural act of childbearing seems to be becoming fruitless.

To a large extent, the essence of motherhood starts with the acknowledgement of a life blossoming within. A decade or so ago, it would seem troublesome if one out of twenty married women neighbors didn't bear a child within the first two years. Times have changed for the worse. It is becoming more and more painful and common to witness the other side getting crowded. With late marriages, successful careers, unhealthy eating habits, intentional waiting period coupled with unexplainable reasons - some of the women seem to be paying the price too high already.

Most touchy are the cases where the cause of infertility isn't clear and the wait seems to be endless. How can you cure something when you don't even know why and what of the situation? How long can you wait patiently, maintain your temperament, in the hope that maybe, next cycle, results would turn positive?

Trust me, most of these are very strong women and are plunging headlong to set right the wrongs.

I am aware of some of my friends trying to wade through this torture. Few have given up their careers, in the hope that treatment and low-pressure will work soon. Others are trying to absorb the medical analysis/treatment into their routine as if it’s just another slice of life... I see some others, tired of the long wait and now looking at adoptions as the last resort. Some of us may be quick to say, "Well, maybe, adoption is the way to go." But having had the joy of carrying my little one within me and having brought him into this world, I do feel compassionate towards their natural loss.

Of course, there is no stopping to 'feeling like a mother', even if your child is not yours biologically. So long as there is love in the heart, warmth in the hug and care in the bonding; many women will find kids to love. This mother's day, being a mother, I am hoping for a miracle in their lives and join my hands to pray for them and theirs-to-be.

Friday, March 13, 2009

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Recent Melody of My Pied Piper

1. Good Night Guys - While I was in US, saku announced one night to his dad - "Good Night Guys". with a smile. Jeshee was pleasantly surprised as that is his way of switching himself off!! :-)
2. Ammmama....annamaaa - One fine day, saku kept calling me as "Ammamaa" and "Annnamaaa". Thats the way he addresses his Grandmother and GreatGrandmother!
3. Gifthh - aeroplane and gifthhh
4. Laptop for meeeeee??
5. Cart-wheel Trials
6. Ajay "dous" instead of does. (do + esss)
7. The "Why" man - "why we going on mum's bike?", "why papa not dropping me to school?", "why we staying in naaani house?", "why you missed me when you gone in the US?", "why khushi didi not staying in my house?", "why we going in the big van?".
8. I went in the Taxi know, I take you now in Taxi. Yesss, seriously.
9. I want to eat Vegeeetable. Ladies finger only.
10. One day, one day papa know, take me to d beach know, one doggy coming near papa. Then know, papa walking fast. After chumtime know, sahil ask papa, "why papa walking fast?".
11. Understands jokes! - washing the bathroom; broom hanging - witch house?
12. mimics my laugh as taught by his dad!! (hehahaha)
13. lather, loofah and fun!
14. He tries to lift his eye upper lid and all that!!!!! He doesnt get it right yet...but wonder who taught him that at crechei am trying my best to stop him.
15. Like on opening fridge he says, "mummy, when I small know, I not can open the fridge, Yesss, I not can do. Now I open the fridge know. I am big boy now."
16. The other day in park, he went (climbed and came down) a high arched circular hanging mettalic exercise type swing and I was - flabbergasted at all that my son could do, all by
himself!! Thanks to the Monkey Genes in him? ;-)

New Year - Bidding Farewell to 2008...

This has been the year when....
1. My son turned 3.
:-)2. My son started proper school - St. John's - LKG B (his Pre-Kg lasted 5 months).
3. My bro shifted to Qatar.
4. My hubby got PMP certified.
5. I made my first trip to US (minus family!)
6. Some lessons learnt regarding bonding with people.
7. My mum vacated her home (year end).
8. I started blogging about my father and on Tech Writing (lots to add as content though).
9. My younger sis confirmed her good news. :-)))
10. I changed my job for a career :-) finally (or so I think until now....)
11. My Bro-in-law and family moved to Riyadh.
12. I met Bill in US. :-)
13. I met and stayed with our friend and ex-colleague Malar and her hubby Bahu at US.
14. I sent out the maid who was taking my patience for granted and struggled happily for almost 3 months!
15. I understood, in life, when you take steps to work at something, you can only Improve yourself. Its the commitment and willingness to do more, that must keep you
going.
16. My son started writing - even when I wasn't holding his palm. (Dec time frame)
17. I got myself a smart frame (for my glasses) as Sahil had broken a good one when he was very small and I didn't want to invest in something expensive again - until this year - when hubby insisted!
18. I broke my old mobile by mistake - and got a nice one - with camera - as surprise.
19. We got a Calendar of family photos done for my in-laws. :-)
20. I stayed with my mother latter part of the year and my son enjoyed having his Maamu staying close to our home.
21. My bike completed its 1st anniversary!
22. Many times, sahil slept off on our way home on my bike! and his Maamu or dad or both came to our rescue. :-)

More Things to Jot Down

* Mum as story-teller
* When will be my Happy Bday?
* Frustration - 11Dec08 - unable to pull his pants up by himself!
* Big know - now I can open the fridge.
* we not going to papa house? Nani house only?
* Waheyguru - satnam* Meray betay ko big and strong bana do.
* When I make sound like that know, big potty come.
Binoy Appan's Wedding
1. Flushing happiness
2. Button - becoming a master
3. Fall from the table :-(
Vacating Mum's Home
25Dec08
Didnt take saku for Santa seeing :-((( More of a disappointment for me than for him.
1. Belti - means -
2. Nani- so sweet of u
3. Repeating forbidden habit- never-ending "last" for everything!
4. Calling deepi masi/meenu masi as amy masi, when corrected, asks,"then, whoisamymasi?"
2007
1. Sahil started Pre-Kg in October. :-) 2. Was it in 2007 Dec that we went to Pondy?

Wishlist for 09

1. More Family holidays (just the 3 of us) - jungle safaris etc.
2. More achievements - professionally.
3. Professionally learn - Glass Painting.
4. Exercise - routinely.
5. Practise writing more with Sahil. :-)
6. Create a family album.
7. Sort the paper clutter routinely. :-)
8. Complete long pending tasks (~)
9. Update blog more often. (Record life as it passes)
10. Take time out - for more adventurous/fun-filled activities.
11. Take Sahil cycling regularly.

What was that, about Satyam, pardon?

Yeah, I know, its been the hottest and most-boiling topic of all discussions last 3 days now. How, Why and What is all clear, except - where from here. What bothers me?
Well, having been with Satyam (and having considered working there one of the best times of all my work-experiences...) I feel, its a very grave situation. More importantly, my hubby is with Satyam. So, any stone-hurled at Satyam, causes concern to both of us.

No doubt, like everyone else, we have been shell-shocked with the startling revelations and the aftermath has just begun. Last night (back then when saga unfolded), we watched a channel where a student who had an offer-letter from Satyam was wondering about his chances. :-( I was thinking, about those who have put in their hard-work/time/energy/effort/life for long (including hubby).... Nah, it won't be the truth if I said, "am not worried". I know, its becoming more or less an economic imbalance and somehow or the other, some solution (probably merger, acquisition, take-over....call it what you may) - will take care of some part of the problem. What then? Obviously, not all 52000 odd employees are going to be absorbed (those not on bench are now on same edgy feeling as those on bench)... and not all existing clients are going to be able
to keep the faith. In what? :-(

Well, what's in store will be clear as time passes. As some channels reported, most of the "let me see if I can get a job before I am asked to leave mine" mind-sets have already fuelled the job portals. What that can do in reverse is - to enable offers much lesser than achievments already made (in terms of pay packages - please don't forget the EMIs!!!!) or make a "parking lot" of the over-available lot while things simmer.

As it is, with recession in, there was an insecurity and people were beginning to "cut down" on extras. Now, with a pool of employable-talents waiting to be made-to-feel-secured, what is to be expected?...

So long as the work-layer continues at Satyam offices, something will come through soon. Blames and excuses, names and games will continue to flood the channels...but who gets impacted to what degree, remains to be seen. Until then, there's only hope of a better tomorrow...
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Jan13: Govt has set its own board, to iron out issues at Satyam. My hubby's client has visited them - confidence building. Some signs of improvement...
Recently: Govt. first declared (atleast some channels reported that) it would support Satyam with a Bailout for 2000 Cr. (that might suffice salaries for employees for next 4 months).
Now, that step has been retraced as Govt. adds more board members and re-assessing Satyam; there may be manageable recievables of 1700 Cr by Satyam. PWC says it 'trusted' Satyam's paperwork...
Things may improve. Not the right time for market to poach employees or clients, so everyone is waiting and watching ........
20Feb09
There was speculation about Jan salaries, thankfully, those came through. One hurdle crossed - by the new management in charge now. Doubts exist still in the minds of all, irrespective of the open-communication to some extent within the organization. Everyone is hoping for stability and security to replace the "what-may-happen-is-a-question" feeling.
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Perfect article - satyam and lies - what a prespective!http://ibnlive.in.com/blogs/ahmedalishaik/2200/53151/satyam-scam--politics-media--lies.html

More to Note

Jan 22 09
There is total sync between what Ithink and what Isay. Thats why, I say without delay. :-)
05Feb09
1. Engagement details - pankaj bhaiya (and saku details)
2. US trip - you are goingto cleannn meee?
3. soaps and prices!

24-Feb-09 - Sahil and a Complaint

Two weeks ago, I was complaining about my son's classmate who hit him. :-( Today, someone has told me that my son hits his daughter in the class sometimes! I do not know what to say. Am I more embarrased than angry? Maybe. I am not angry, actually. I am beginning to get concerned, what makes my son hit someone in his class? I have asked the father to find out instances for which my son has displayed anger. I have known my little one to be naughty yes, but, not violent so far. Well, he does playfully fight with his dad, but don't all 4 year old boys do that?? Hmm... maybe I am overreacting. Its afterall "a normal thing" and my son will "outgrow" his "display of strength" soon. But yeah, I don't want to and nor will, leave it unattended. I will speak to him and find out, what happened. Why am I like this man! But, see, the conversation
that I/Saku and then Hubby/Saku and We/Saku had. It was another learning experience in Child-Management!
(Read Tantrum/Truth/Kid/School/Fight/Tell/Beat/Snacks/Maam tags into it!)
*****
Me: Sahil, beta do u fight with anyone in ur class?
saku: no mamma.
me: are you sure, u did not fight with anybodddy in school?
saku: no mumma. I not fight with anybooodyyy.
me: okay. somone was telling me you are fighting sometimes.
saku: who was telling mumma? I not fight, am telling you know. I not talk to you.
Me: Oh, dont be upset saku, am just asking. I want you to tell me the truth, beta.
Saku: am telling truth only. I not talk to you.

*** I break the conversation and lead it to other fun things...before I start again.
Me:
To be continued...

3-Mar-09 - Amy is a Mum Today...

Amy's baby is born!!! Longing to touch and hold the new little one and welcome her into the family. family. oh... am missing my father while I think of amy's baby.

11-Mar-09 - Holi

My Thots on 11Mar09 and snaps of same evening
What the heck? How long am I going to keep postponing my appointment with my blog?
:-( scribbles here and scribbles there... but none that speak of how fast life is running past us and "we" are losing some of the "we" that we used to be!
The first quarter of this year is round the corner and well... my blog is yet to see the "Happy New Year" post! :-( Shame on me. Whom am I kidding that I am busy-busy-busy bee??
I don't want to be this busy that I forget or overlook what I don't want to leave behind. Grrrrrrrrrrr.... I am posting all that I have scribbled lately and then, when time permits... No. When I MAKE TIME for adding explanations to my scribbles, I will do so. :-)

Am feeling sad that this day used to be one of the most fun-filled once upon a time... especially during school. Colours never cost as much as sparklers, so I guess, it was more welcome a festival than Diwali. hehe. :-)
Water balloons! I have to do it with my son, Man! Okay, am buying colours and picking my little one and am going to wait for hubby to join us in the fun, when he gets home. No more - I wish we would celebrate holi like I used to. :-)) If not today, then when? This year too would pass...soon. My dear son - Colours/Water/Balloons/Fun/Young Feeling ... here we come. :-)
Will this color go, mamma?
Anyway, who cares?

Yeah...it was fun!!!