Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Gratitude Journals - 1



Last Saturday , we had to attend a birthday party of one of Mahati's friend from her old school. I was very excited and so was Mahati. But the husband did not want to miss his Tennis Class and so I decided to try and go alone. Boy, the best decision ever :-).

First of all , I am terrible with routes and don't remember them at all. If you take me on a certain route and even though I am concentrating and looking at the directions , if you ask me to come back on the same route , I will not be able to do it. Yes , you heard it right. probably something to do with my brain or probably my Achilles heel. I just cannot comprehend those rights and lefts and copy them. So for a person like me , typing out a location on GPS and actually following it and reaching the location can be one of the superb achievements ever. I achieved this last Saturday , I drove Mahati to the destination safely and successfully. Boy am I glad about this :-).

Secondly , and for a change , going alone was so much fun. I mean , really. Whenever I go with the husband , we generally tend to stay together and keep each other's company even though we venture out to greet others. And this time  because I was alone , I had to find my own company. Though I struggled initially to talk to someone , with Renate's help , I was deep in conversation with 3 others. The topics varied from our children and what schools to send them to ( co-education or girls/boys ) to extra murals , jobs , satisfaction in jobs , women being underpaid despite their capability , feminism , the wife earning more than the man and the implications and how to keep each other happy. You name it and we discussed about it. I almost went to the length of ignoring Mahati so much that I didn't even know when she left her jacket in my lap. Boy , did I enjoy it. And I ended up exchanging phone numbers. It was indeed very nice talking to them and getting to know their views. It was a healthy discussion.

Sometimes , I really wonder. We just have to leave our nest and look out and the opportunities and experiences are endless. I enjoyed the morning so much whereas just the previous day , I was sulking that the husband was not coming and leaving us alone. Why didn't I take these kind of leap-of-faiths before ?

Its like discovering yourself after so many years. You really don't know how much capability you possess unless you try it out first. This is so true with me. I am like the Aanjaneya who never really realises my true potential.

I am so glad that I learnt driving ( even though I drive an automatic now ). I am so glad that God gave us the money to have my own car. I am so glad that I have a proper working human body to go wherever I want ( I recently had a foot fracture and I only realized then how thankful we should be if each and every part in our body is in a working condition ). Thank you God for everything. Thank you for providing a roof on top of us and thank you for all these little things that I experience and that we are able to afford them. A BIG thank you. I feel so blessed.

Monday, March 13, 2017

Of Bunk Beds and prayers !!

Kiddo got her first proper furniture last Friday. We have been postponing buying her a bed of her own for several reasons and finally the day had to come. It was supposed to be delivered on Friday provided there was no rain in Joburg ( there have been surprise showers the whole of the week and it was quite unpredictable ). Taking this as an opportunity , we told her that the bed would arrive provided there was no rain and why don't she pray to God that it doesn't rain. So we find her folding her hands in front of the God and praying quietly that morning. And yes , God did listen to her, so here goes :-). The excitement was unlimited and the faith in God restored.

 


Monday, February 27, 2017

10 Years of Blogging !!!



Yes , 10 years it has been since I started blogging. I remember very well as how I started my blog. One of my friends had one and that's how I got inspiration to start one. I haven't blogged too often but then whenever I have blogged , I put  my heart and soul into it and that reflects when I read them now.It was my 10 years younger self and I can see the transformation within myself so clearly :-).

Thank you dear bloggie for being my friend for so long. I could reach out to so many unknown people because of this blog and Mahati's birth story and my post on PPD are the special ones.
I will not vouch like some of the people that I am going to blog everyday and then apologize when I don't do so. Blogging is not for others and mostly for keeping  myself happy. My mind will be my own guide.

This probably is the first post in 2017 and that is because I have had a rough start to the year. I had a small accident back in India and had a foot fracture. While I really enjoyed my stay there and met so many people after so long and felt so good , this one last glitch took away all the attention. I came back home through wheelchair and eventually on cast from then on. Never expected it. But then , our body is such an amazing thing no , we take it all for granted up until something happens and its taken away from us. Something as small as missing a single step had landed me with a foot fracture and mind you , I haven't been able to walk normally yet. Funny how everything falls apart when the routine gets broken.



Well , apart from that , Mahati started Grade R this year. Main stream school and one of the milestones for us.The transition has been pretty much smooth because of the fact that she and her best friend are in the same school. And with Mahati , I get reminded of the way she has aged and matured. She was so cooperative at the airport. Apparently , children are not allowed to be seated with the mother when the mother is on the wheelchair. And since I traveled alone this time , Mahati had to walk beside me all the time at Hyderbad airport , Dubai airport and then at Joburg airport. She didn't complain and she was so cooperative that I was really amused at her understanding levels. Proud of you ra kanna. My injury has affected her a bit emotionally. But I guess its good that she gets to know that parents cannot always be on their toes all the time and fully operational. I have to show you guys a picture she drew and it tugged at my heart , this one.



The above scene actually happened and Mahati drew it in her class sometime after that week. The one in red is me with a bandage on my leg resting on the bed. And the three people standing on the side are Mahati , her friend and Ravi. Ravi took them to the swimming pool which is to the farther right in blue colour while I rested at home. This actually happened and I am amazed how well Mahati could express it in drawing.

So , I end with this positive note. Life is not always fair. As they say , when life throws lemons at you , make lemonade out of it :-). And just keep swimming..... :-)
Hurray to the Blog Anniversary. Raising a toast to many more years to come :-).

Monday, December 12, 2016

Mommy Diaries - 6 (Of Death and after ) !!

Death can have a really profound impact on you , always. I don't know why this has been happening to me , but I have been reading too many books these days where somebody is terminally ill or dies. Durjoy Dutta , my goodness you have a really impactful way of churning things out. I am sure you saw death very closely.

Anyways , coming back to the main thing , I have been discussing about death recently with my little one. Over the weekend , there was an unfortunate sudden demise of a very young person whom we knew ( not very very closely but yes , we knew her and my daughter met that person once ). While the husband was away tending to it and helping people in the situation , we knew a common friend who was very close to that person. And that common friend is a very good friend of my daughter.

I wasn't planning on having this conversation with Mahati but eventually I had to. I wanted to be honest with her on what was happening and the stress daddy and her common friend have been going through.

I told her , "Chinnu , do you remember the other friend who played with you ? you remember that person was very close to your common friend ? "
She said "Yes mamma , I remember her".
I said , "That person died chinnu , there was an accident and she died and that's why daddy has been out the whole day trying to help the people and that's why your common friend , who will come to our house in an hour is going to be very sad. So , I want you to understand that and not disturb that person , okay chinnu.".
She said , "Okay mamma , really did that person die , ohhhh" and then the voice trailed off.

I didn't understand what went on in her mind but it was a discussion for later. I was happy that I was actually treating Mahati as a whole responsible person , respected her and told her the truth in possibly the most simple way. She has the right to know.

Later , during bed , we talked a lot. About death!!
She asked , "Mamma , what happens to people when they die? ".
I told her , "They go to God Chinnu and they don't wake up anymore."
She asked , "Mamma , do people who die go to poo and pee ?".
I told her , "No Chinnu , they don't. They don't move anymore and they don't wake up."
She said , "Ohh!! okay. What will happen to that person in the night mamma , like tonight ? now ?".
I said , "Nothing Chinnu , that person is with God now and remember , they don't wake up anymore."
She asked , "Will God make her again ? During Day and Night ?".
I said , "Yes Chinnu , God will make her again in some other form."
She said , "Caithlin is my best friend mamma. So when I die , she is going to be very sad".
I said , "Yes Chinnu. All your loved ones will be sad. Just like how our common friend is sad".

With that trails off our conversation. I am still not sure if Mahati fully understands. But we are getting there. I really believe that children should know what death means very early in life , so that they can appreciate life better.

Chinnu , if you are reading this years later , I would like to know your thoughts ra pandu....

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Sunday Afternoon Musings



After a really really long time , I made this for my kiddo. Well , it wasn't out of choice that I actually started it. The husband and the kiddo were struggling for a while trying to make sense of the beads and make a necklace out of it and completely gave up after a while. Then the onus was on the poor mamma to come and help out. So after I had my lunch , I sat down to make a small bracelet for her. And whoa , the rest is history. There was no stopping me for the next one one hour. I was completely engrossed in my own world , counting the beads , making permutations and combinations in my head and creating it all the way. The best one hour that I completely enjoyed.

And the best part was the kiddo exclaiming at my performance with a "mamma , you are so good at this :)". Well yes , I am :). At that moment , I was like a super woman for my daughter who just accomplished the impossible. Its amazing how much inspiration we are to our own kids , overwhelming sometimes and scary at times.

Well the bottom line is , I should be doing this more often.Now with the kiddo being all grown up , I really hope I rediscover my childhood hobbies and relive them.

Tuesday, October 18, 2016

Mommy Dairies - 5

Dear Daughter,

I want you to remember the date yesterday. Because I really want you to remember how brave you have been yesterday. Really and quite literally. Several years from now on , when you read this , I want you to remember this.

You are one of the bravest people I have ever seen in my life. Quick to move on from any situation and not let it bother you much. Well , that's how you make it look. Don't really know what goes on in your deeper mind. Yesterday you had an appointment with the dentist because one of you upfront teeth in the lower jaw was infected and you were complaining of pain the whole weekend. We tried to look for a dentist who works on the weekend everywhere , but this country , pheww , we found no one. So there you were at the dentist office along with your daddy. Mommy was at work , blindly believing that all will be well and the teeth wouldn't need to come out. But mommy got a call from daddy at around 10 a.m and his voice was worried. Both the front teeth were rotten and they needed to be taken out as soon as possible , because your permanent teeth were already ready deep down in the gum and we couldn't risk infecting those. You cant imagine my panic my baby girl , I literally dropped everything and ran to come and be with you.I was so worried about how you would take the pain. I know what it feels as I also had to get a tooth out when I was a child and still keep battling with that "filled n" permanent tooth. By the time I reached , you were sitting on the couch and drinking water. I instantly hugged you and I was really praying that I take that pain instead of you. They tried giving you some laughter gas to create a illusion but you resisted a lot. So , they gave an oral syrup to calm you down and probably get you to sleep. But you resisted and didnt want to sleep for a long , long time. You knew that the moment you slept , something was going to be done to your teeth. So you didn't sleep. Clever  you , really. Such a fighter you are. After almost 2 hours , you finally gave up and slept. But the moment we took you to the chair where the doctor was supposed to see you , you woke up and resisted with eyes closed. Every part of you was aware of the stress and they just couldn't give you the injection to numb your gum. The other doctor was talking to us that the only other option is to give you anesthesia and was talking us into booking an appointment later in the week , but the actual doctor came in and asked me this. Should we just take e chance ? Its only going to take about 20 seconds to pull both the teeth out , so should we just go ahead and hold you down and just get it done and save you all the trouble of that intravenous sedative and all that.

We couldn't see you struggling my baby girl and we knew that it would be a lot more trauma to come back again later. So we just went by and held you down and go the teeth out. I am so sorry dear baby girl that you had to go through that. The procedure affected me and your daddy more than you can imagine. We were visibly shaken and I couldn't sleep that night.

But YOU were so brave. yes , you went through it without any sedation, but within an hour , you were calm and wanted to move on. You just wanted to go out and play , even though you haven't eaten a morsel of food in the last 4 hours. So we let you be and sent you to zoo lake with Maggie with a flavored yogurt. By the time you came back , you had a smile on your face , my baby girl. That's the first smile in the whole day and my heart was really relieved. You were so brave my baby and mommy is so so proud of you. Remember to have the same fighting spirit always. There you go , a pic of the teeth that came out. That night you put it under your pillow and went to sleep. And the next morning , the tooth fairy had replaced them with small presents :-). And today , you are just fine and all set to go to school. When Maggie came in , you were so excited and showed her what the tooth fairy gave you and you kept blushing that taking off the teeth was such a good thing to happen !




Dear Amma,
I really understand what you truly meant in every sense , bit by bit with the experiences I have with Mahati. The constant concern , the constant nagging and the constant rules , I never understood them before. But now I understand them , all of them and the feelings behind them. It is so true that the respect for your mother becomes only better after you have a child of your own. I really never understood the dramatic movie scene dialogues that you used to throw at me( us in fact ) , asking me to come home early , asking me to be careful and looking at me whenever I dress up. You are never open enough to show how much you loved me and always love me , but now I understand the thousands of feelings hidden in your looks and behind each of your constant bragging :P ;-). I am only able to understand it because I have a child of my own.

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Karn of MahaBharatha

From my childhood  , I have always known and talked about the story of Ramayana. But somehow Mahabharatha was not quite clear. I mean , as a child I probably couldn't exactly understood the numerous plots and enmity etc etc portrayed in Mahabharatha and too many characters you know !! Very difficult to remember.

But when Star Plus was showcasing Mahabharatha and then eventually the story of Karn , I and Ravi thought it is a good idea to watch. Well , at least I don't need to read the whole  fat book :). We starting watching and it was quite interesting. You know , its like , in Ramayana you see the positive side of relationships , so you feel like having siblings and a close knit family. But in Mahabharatha , you see the exact opposite. Such hatred between cousins and siblings and countless plotting against each other. God , it can be exhausting but it is more close to today's reality.

I was particularly fascinated with the story of Karn. If you know me , I have extreme sympathy towards people who are in need and there you go , Kunti leaving Karn in the river was enough for my focus to drift to Karn. Such a sad start and an unfortunte thing to happen , no ? So much of talent !! In my eyes, Karn is greater than even "Dharma Raju" for all that he endured and had to face. Talent wise as well , Karn was higher and stronger. He also believed in "Dharma" and especially equality because he hates the way he and his foster family get differentiated from his childhood. Talent doesn't matter , it is the caste that you are born that matters. If you are not born in the right caste , so many opportunities are denied and you are already judged no matter what you have to portray. I was very surprised to see Bheeshma Pitamaha and Dronacharya being so biased. Of course these are just my observations. The fact was that he was always an odd man out and always a victim of these inequalities. So , the urge to fight back was immense and it makes him look like a "Rebel". I feel that there is no other person who was as talented and as kind-hearted as Karn but because he questions everything bad that happens in his community , he is termed a rebel. Keeping mum when things are not going according to the plan can be easy but fighting back is so difficult. It takes away our lifetime to swim backwards to the current of the river.

I always wondered why Karn had to die at the end. Lord Krishna helps Arjuna and saves him from Karn so many times. Why ? The only answer that he gives Karn before Karn dies is that he was on the wrong side. He had been a very loyal friend to Duryodhana , to the extent that he could not see atrocities of Duryodhana and was blinded by his pure friendship towards him. But I still feel that it is injustice towards Karn and he did not deserve this bias or what he endured in his life. Kunti knowing that he is his eldest son doesn't budge and express her love towards him. He never ever gets pampered. he always had to fight the whole of his life and in return gets nothing. Just because he was on the wrong side , he had to answer for his Karma. This was so depressing to watch.

I feel so much for only this particular character probably because I strike a chord with him. Some people have to keep fighting always even to get the minutest of things in life and for some people , everything falls into their lap as a blessing. Why is it like this ? Its like , in this world , fighting for the right thing is always wrong. People just don't appreciate it. Sigh!!