My mother used to say “watching you grow....makes me realise how soon time flies”....today in this supersonic world of gadgets and gizmos...everything is at lightning speed....but today at my Son-shine’s annual day function....watching him, sharing the stage with him, dancing with him in my arms....and looking at all those specialities from life...”the tiny tots “around me....a tearful me, thanked the Almighty for making me a mother...coz seriously there cannot be any moment more special more than the one when you hold your own baby in your arms or nothing more that fills one with pride when your tiny little cuddled up bundle of joy...starts growing up...to become what they are meant to be...amazing little human beings!!!!!
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Friday, September 3, 2010
Aryan-asthamii
All these news channels aired the news that this year “Kanhaanji’s” birthday was even more special because ....after so called 5000 odd years this year’s Janamashtami had its planetary positions placed in exactly the similar arrangement as it was when little Kanhayan was born!!!
Well, as for me....I aint too devout, Not that I do not believe in something that is Supreme, but yes I cannot completely agree myself on the rationale of the elaborate traditions that people justify as methods to reach a little closer to the Almighty Himself...I mean God is within us...in our heart and soul...then why need these saffron clad pot bellied mahouts of religion, so to speak,...enlighten us??
Can’t we do it ourselves in our search for the Almighty...Guess we are so used to being pupated and spoon-fed...that this socialisation even handicaps us and makes us yearn for help even in our own search for salvation.....
Anyways....perhaps my little search for salvation is,I guess through my son. Hitherto he came into my life, I was unaware that how much joy it brings to experience the nuances of daily life and its manifestations with someone whom you can proudly call...”your own”.
This year too I had dressed my Sonny boy as little Krishna....and trust me...I did not need to go and visit any temple or take up any fasting to reach out to the Almighty...my little Krishna babbling “thaankuu Mamma...”...made me walk my path to salvation...
Thank you for coming into our lives my Son-shine.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Brothers of the world
A bond so pure.....
To cherish and amour,
A lifetime seems less
To let this feeling amiss!
No matter,
How near or far,
Vow thy
To keep this love kindling afar,
Always and forever,
shining like a star.
This prose-piece goes out especially to my bro,....as we were growing up we both never realized how important each of us were to the other,but today as time and space stands between us ....i just want to say....am sorry for all those silly fights and complains(though i enjoyed them,then)...those melodramatic and love-hate moments..and all i really want to say is that;it is through living each of these silly nuances that i have come to love you,respect you and know you a lot more...thanks for being so wonderful!
To cherish and amour,
A lifetime seems less
To let this feeling amiss!
No matter,
How near or far,
Vow thy
To keep this love kindling afar,
Always and forever,
shining like a star.
This prose-piece goes out especially to my bro,....as we were growing up we both never realized how important each of us were to the other,but today as time and space stands between us ....i just want to say....am sorry for all those silly fights and complains(though i enjoyed them,then)...those melodramatic and love-hate moments..and all i really want to say is that;it is through living each of these silly nuances that i have come to love you,respect you and know you a lot more...thanks for being so wonderful!
God said to his angels...
I am sending to earth;
Little elves without dearth!
Love them...
Pamper them.....
Tame them to be....
Portents of humanity.......
Thus a sister for every brother;
Carrying a twinkle instead of wands,
Spinning elves to knightly brands.
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
The House-wives club.
The alarm clock never stops beeping; neither does the milkman ever stop knocking. The maid never turns up on time...and the few times that she does its the same sob story just out of an old hindi movie,justifying the last time she, didnot turn up for work,which happens to be her constant accomplishment.The clothes never seem to dry and neither is the grocery list ever complete.Running every morning from pillar to post,hair standing uncombed and unkept,with the apron full of stains with different colours ,shapes and lengths in time,out from the various cooking episodes,of the various cooked meals that every one ate with critical accolades.
This is the day of a typical “home-maker”.But, this is the same thankless jobbed lady whose “today I would make everyone happy” binds the family the way...it still is..
Being a wife or a daughter in law or even a mother is the world’s hardest job, guess it’s scarier than having to swim with sharks. With the later, one at least knows that there is a bleak possibility of survival, but with the former, the possibility of survival is the bleakest hope for survival.
You can never ever be a great wife or a good daughter-in-law and even sometimes, not even an understanding mother. Oh Yes!!! Only on birthdays, anniversaries, parties, children’s birthday and other such public appearances, you are made to realise to the world that you are alive ,kicking and oh so integral part of that perfect family picture, but otherwise you are that doormat which never ever makes it to the dry cleaners. Morning till night complains and grumpy faces....but not once, a simple thank you for taking care of that home, which welcomes everyone back after a hectic busy day. The most ironic part of a house-wife’s life is, that while everyone else can talk about how bad the big wild world is....she can never ever complain!...and if by the stroke of luck she does, then tagging her to be ever-nagging, ever-complaining and ever-frustrated with life surely happens to be the most vividly passed attributes and accolades.
Strange, but the reality remains that as a wife, your position in your husband’s life is nothing more than a digital diary, beeping to remind him of all those important events..But these days even that has been taken over by the HTCs and the Blackberries...The important transition happens when this particular lady...ages to become the mother in law! That son, who never even bothered to consider your opinion, suddenly starts finding solace in the mother’s lap and that ever criticising husband, realising, that now, he just has you, who would go along through those without teeth and hair days....suddenly is ever praising and doesn’t stop counting the innumerable sacrifices made by you for the family, which once never realised you were there.
It’s not that I am bitter and am out there to prove it to the world of women-power or empowerment...This is a piece of my heart crying out for every single lady who has given up their own hopes and dreams to dream for the man she loves and love his family; ....just to remind the world that appreciation and giving back the love you get unconditionally is the most easy and rather the most effortless way of showing someone that you really care.
This is the day of a typical “home-maker”.But, this is the same thankless jobbed lady whose “today I would make everyone happy” binds the family the way...it still is..
Being a wife or a daughter in law or even a mother is the world’s hardest job, guess it’s scarier than having to swim with sharks. With the later, one at least knows that there is a bleak possibility of survival, but with the former, the possibility of survival is the bleakest hope for survival.
You can never ever be a great wife or a good daughter-in-law and even sometimes, not even an understanding mother. Oh Yes!!! Only on birthdays, anniversaries, parties, children’s birthday and other such public appearances, you are made to realise to the world that you are alive ,kicking and oh so integral part of that perfect family picture, but otherwise you are that doormat which never ever makes it to the dry cleaners. Morning till night complains and grumpy faces....but not once, a simple thank you for taking care of that home, which welcomes everyone back after a hectic busy day. The most ironic part of a house-wife’s life is, that while everyone else can talk about how bad the big wild world is....she can never ever complain!...and if by the stroke of luck she does, then tagging her to be ever-nagging, ever-complaining and ever-frustrated with life surely happens to be the most vividly passed attributes and accolades.
Strange, but the reality remains that as a wife, your position in your husband’s life is nothing more than a digital diary, beeping to remind him of all those important events..But these days even that has been taken over by the HTCs and the Blackberries...The important transition happens when this particular lady...ages to become the mother in law! That son, who never even bothered to consider your opinion, suddenly starts finding solace in the mother’s lap and that ever criticising husband, realising, that now, he just has you, who would go along through those without teeth and hair days....suddenly is ever praising and doesn’t stop counting the innumerable sacrifices made by you for the family, which once never realised you were there.
It’s not that I am bitter and am out there to prove it to the world of women-power or empowerment...This is a piece of my heart crying out for every single lady who has given up their own hopes and dreams to dream for the man she loves and love his family; ....just to remind the world that appreciation and giving back the love you get unconditionally is the most easy and rather the most effortless way of showing someone that you really care.
Saturday, May 8, 2010
God’s own...Grand-mums....
That’s what grand-mums are!
Simple tales sound valour....
‘Cause they are magical story-tellers!
Weaving tales through knitted scarf’s and mittens,
Teaching us life through blue ribboned-buttons:
Hugs embracing sorrow and a heart of pure gold;
Make them yearned by the Almighty even more.......
An Ode to my “copy-me-all-times” friend!!
This missive that I pen down today stands out as an ovation to all of my near and dear ones who have and probably still do encounter, during their mundane daily chores; a sect of homo-sapiens...male –female species...those whom, I proudly type-cast...”the copy-catzzzzz”
They say “imitation is the purest form of flattery” and trust me, I would have never had the honour to understand its truest meaning hitherto I meet this female “Shashmita” (name changed for obvious reasons).
Simplicity is the virtue most rarely found and most easily lost and no one else personifies it better than her. Truthfully speaking it was her virgin simplicity that made me like her instantly. She was like a breath of fresh air, untouched by the modern glam-sham, suited-booted puppeteer world, which is what made her special. She had an earthen feel which made me want to know her more and more...and the more I started to know her, she started startling me ...more and more!!!!!!
Gradually it started to dawn upon me that her lack of identity and a tremendous urge to be accepted by people as propeller of modernity drove her to be the “miss-wannabe”. In her madness to be hip-hop and cool, she started losing the best thing she ever had “her simple self”. Salvaging my wardrobe to my friends and acquaintances’...everything I did ,ate ,wore or spoke... was replicated....even better than the Xerox machines...I would say......and it didn’t stop there,...she started believing that she was me.......and for me it started becoming a nightmarish horror flick...with one of your best friends becoming your best-stalker.......
Things started going from bad to worse and even before she could ever realise it started colouring her psyche...
Piqued and disappointed, in various ways I, tried hinting her and painting reality....my futile efforts, today drove me to share this episode with all of you....as the pain of losing a good friend onto the hands of covetousness and contest.......is unparallel and leaves your heat soared!!!!
Hence I bow down to each and every living soul today and salute the self within each heartbeat....’cause everyone is special just the way they are ....and to change our innate self would mean to defy...the invent of The Almighty, sitting high up in those blue skies.....because He sent us down to love and share love...............so love our own self the way you came.....unchanged and unfazed.....is definitely God-willing and God-sent!!!!!!!!
They say “imitation is the purest form of flattery” and trust me, I would have never had the honour to understand its truest meaning hitherto I meet this female “Shashmita” (name changed for obvious reasons).
Simplicity is the virtue most rarely found and most easily lost and no one else personifies it better than her. Truthfully speaking it was her virgin simplicity that made me like her instantly. She was like a breath of fresh air, untouched by the modern glam-sham, suited-booted puppeteer world, which is what made her special. She had an earthen feel which made me want to know her more and more...and the more I started to know her, she started startling me ...more and more!!!!!!
Gradually it started to dawn upon me that her lack of identity and a tremendous urge to be accepted by people as propeller of modernity drove her to be the “miss-wannabe”. In her madness to be hip-hop and cool, she started losing the best thing she ever had “her simple self”. Salvaging my wardrobe to my friends and acquaintances’...everything I did ,ate ,wore or spoke... was replicated....even better than the Xerox machines...I would say......and it didn’t stop there,...she started believing that she was me.......and for me it started becoming a nightmarish horror flick...with one of your best friends becoming your best-stalker.......
Things started going from bad to worse and even before she could ever realise it started colouring her psyche...
Piqued and disappointed, in various ways I, tried hinting her and painting reality....my futile efforts, today drove me to share this episode with all of you....as the pain of losing a good friend onto the hands of covetousness and contest.......is unparallel and leaves your heat soared!!!!
Hence I bow down to each and every living soul today and salute the self within each heartbeat....’cause everyone is special just the way they are ....and to change our innate self would mean to defy...the invent of The Almighty, sitting high up in those blue skies.....because He sent us down to love and share love...............so love our own self the way you came.....unchanged and unfazed.....is definitely God-willing and God-sent!!!!!!!!
Friday, March 5, 2010
cherished moments.....
Everyone, throughout our vast stretched multi-lingual, multi-religious, multi-cultured and multi-facet country and even those birds that have made their nests abroad, have different reasons and ways of celebrating the spray of colours festivity..." holi " but for me and my hubby we saw colours get filled in our lives through the magical moments of spurting and spraying of blissful episodes with gulal and coloured water; as we enjoyed this festive mood with our 17 month sunshine “Aryan”....
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