True Love <3

 

 

As the day ends, all I think of is you. If there is a tomorrow, I know I will see you. This thought is enough for me to push through the last leg of the race. Your thought alone gives me the energy to be the best I can be. Nothing can ever replace you in my life. No matter where I go, no matter what I do, I know you will always be with me. You are my last thought of the day as I close my eyes every night. No matter how restless the night was or how bad a dream I had, when I wake up in the morning you are there to make everything better. Your scent awakens my senses and engulfs my entire being. Your warmth touches my very soul. You make me feel alive and give me the strength to face life head on. I wish there was a way in which I could tell how much you mean to me. But then again no words can be enough. Oh, how I love you my dear Coffee.. You make everything alright❤

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Will she?

There are times when you feel alone in the crowd. When the noise around you is so loud that you can’t hear you inner thoughts. The faces around you keep changing by the minute. That was something she was feeling.  She did her chores, went to work, but at the end of the day she felt lost. Her thoughts were scattered all over the place. She thought she would lose her mind. Life seemed like a maze with no way out. She walked aimlessly along the pathways, hoping that one would lead her to her destination. She didn’t seek the riches. She didn’t seek the grandeur. The shimmer of all pretty things around her didn’t excite her. She just wanted some peace. She wanted to be in peace with her life and with herself. Will she ever find it?

I’m That Girl!

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You see her fighting with her umbrella in the rain; laughing at how stubborn its being.

You see the child in her trying to catch raindrops in her hand.

You see her curse the rain when she is stuck in her commute to work.

You see her drive her scooter ever so slowly to get drenched to the bones in rain.

I’m that girl!

You see her face buried in a book, oblivious of the world around her.

You see her shed silent tears as she reads something touching.

You see her look up from what she is reading and gaze out to the horizon deep in thoughts.

You see her happy smile as she draws in the smell of a new book.

I’m that  girl!

You see her bobbing her head to music on a train ride.

You see her humming along a song;staring out the window.

You see a smile stretch out at her lips when a familiar song is played in the bus.

You see her lost in her music with her eyes closed; only serenity on her face.

I’m that girl!

You see her running to catch a bus: cursing under her breath for missing it.

You see her arguing with an auto driver over the meter reading.

You see her walking in the sun; squinting in the sunlight yet not using the umbrella in her hand as shade.

You see her sitting quietly at the bus stop; making stories about strangers in her mind.

I’m that girl!

You see her trying to strike a balance between work and home.

You see her rushing from work to welcome guests at home.

You see her double checking everything before she leaves home and yet forgetting something or the other.

You see her lounging with her feet up just because it’s Sunday

I’m that girl!

You see her be over dramatic with old friends.

You see her being indifferent with people she isn’t a fan of.

You see her smiling a lot while she tries to figure who the person actually is.

You see her meet up with distant relatives she doesn’t talk to, as long lost friends.

I’m that girl!

You see her complaining about her mom talking for hours at the phone with her.

You see her miss those long phone calls every day.

You see her smiling at old photos, reminiscing about the good times.

You see her quoting F.R.I.E.N.D.S in casual conversations.

I’m that girl!

Phenomenal Woman! That’s Me.

Now, I came across this poem very recently, and I can’t believe how I’d ever miss it before. This very powerful and apt peom was quoted in an opening address in the Women Leadership Conclave I attended. One of the greatest poets of our times, all I can do is reproduce her work her. RIP Maya Angelou

Phenomenal Woman (click on this link to listen)

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

 

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.

 

Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

 

Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

 

Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.

 

Where are the kids safe??

Just read about a shocking incident in Bangalore, a six year old girl raped by her teacher and another man, her ‘Teacher’ for crying out loud!!

What is wrong with people? Cant keep it their pants? She is a kid! A little kid! Six years old for God’s sake! What does she know, huh? And that sick monster scarred her for life! These SOBs should be castrated in public! There can be no less a punishment for them.

I mean,think how sick and filthy do you have to be do such a thing! To a kid! What makes it worse? The fact that this isn’t the first incident in the school! There have been few more reported incidents which were obviously hushed or brushed under the rug, and am guessing many more unreported incidents. The school is making the parents sign some indemnity form which frees them from any responsibility towards the safety of the students.

If not the school authorities or teachers who else should be held responsible for the safety of the kids, while they are on campus? How can it be even legal? They said the teachers are outsourced and hence the role of the school is unclear. What does that even mean? Just because you hired an agency does not mean you don’t have to take care of your students, does it? What if the child was yours? Would you still have the same stand? Wouldn’t you just rip the head off that man?

I can not imagine the plight of the parents who send their wards to such prestigious schools in hopes of getting them a higher and brighter future. The kind of fear they would live in with these incidents making news every other day.

The school was the most safe place for me when I was a kid, and I know for a fact that my parents never had to worry till the time I was there. But now, when I hear all this going around, I have second thoughts about bringing a child in this world.

Where are they safe??

A slaute to the Domestic Goddess..

‘My dad is a retired engineer, and my mother doesn’t work, she is just a house wife’ said the candidate sitting in front me of while telling me about his family. This was not so long ago.

This statement had disturbed me for I guess, forever now. My mother is a Homemaker, and I know how much effort she has put in to bring three girls up; cooking, cleaning for us, and to entertain as well. Apart from looking after us ( which was the toughest job in the planet, we were a handful :P) she indulged in a variety of other things. She is the most talented women I have come across, and I say this because its true, and not just because she is my mother. She is an excellent cook, an avid reader, gifted painter, has amazing skills of stitching, knitting and crochet and a trained beautician. She used to conduct hobby classes for cooking, baking, and art & craft. Most of my primary school days are filled with memories of different cakes and cookies (slurp slurp!).

She has always been proud of the fact that she is a housewife. And handled everything with grace and elan. Maybe that is one reason for my different outlook on the whole thing. Today all of us are working and handling our homes too. All thanks to her, we are doing a pretty good job so far (I would say so). We also manage to delve into out hobbies, be it cooking, painting, writing or any other. She has taught me till my high school, I never took any tuition till then. I never took tuition. Period. I have always thought of her as not only the best mother, but now I know she is all that a homemaker can be, and then some. Now if someone says that a housewife does not work, my reaction would be..

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Those who think that way are just ignorant or too full of themselves to notice the work a mere housewife puts in a her normal day.

Now, before I get carried away let me mention a couple of recent incidents.

A teenage daughter was reluctant to introduce her mother to her friend’s parents, as her mother is a stay-at-home-mother and her friend’s parents have full time jobs. Now this lady, not only works at home but also is a counselor. She wakes up early in the morning with her daughter to give her warm milk while she studies, then drives her to her tuition class. Brings her home, makes her breakfast, drops her to school, gets busy with her own work all the while entertaining plethora of phone calls and random guests. She also drives her daughter for another class in evening and brings her back too. All the while she maintains a fine home, makes arrangements for any and every thing her daughter might need, and takes care of her house guests too.

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Tell me now how can you say she doesn’t work?

Another incident happened with a friend. She chose to stay home to take care of her daughter, while her husband worked. Now this sounds normal, right? Well, it did till someone’s comment made me think other wise. She can do anything she wants, but she ‘chose’ to stay home and look after her family. Which again is not a small job. Her husband understands the choice and also the effort that goes in it (applause for him!). But when someone, unintentionally, commented on how she can sit idle and watch TV all she wants just because she is a housewife, it got me thinking, on how we still have that outdated idea about a housewife. She is qualified and a very talented individual, she cook, reads, paints and what not. The choice was something that she made from all of her options, not something she was forced into. And its something she is enjoying. So how does someone who has never been in her shoes get to comment on her situation?

Well I for one person do not get that at all. One is entitled for one’s own opinion, but one doesn’t  have the right to pass judgement on anyone.

I do not understand the dogma linked to the term ‘housewife’. We have grown up as a society, we have embraced numerous new phenomenon viz. inter caste and inter religion marriages, live in relationships, adoptions instead of giving birth, gay marriages, etc. You name it and we have it. We have understood their meaning and given them enough space.

We really should change this little fraction of old school impression we have about the term housewife. This whole impression is created as a result of TV serials, movies etc. As they mostly portray old school version on the housewives.  I rather agree to this

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Gone are those days, my friend. Its time to wake up and smell the coffee.

 

Born in 1980s : The real PLAY time

In my first post of this series I shared a few memories that are close to my heart, majorly about the growth of television culture; an era where Doordarshan reigned the television kingdom.

But that is just one part of it. There are a lot more things which only people born in 1980s could relate to. My first memory as a child is of the huge courtyard in front of our house where we could play running behind squirrels, of throwing tiny stones in attempt to get some almonds from the tree, of  us drawing shapes in the dust on the ground with a stick. Oh! I can just keep rolling down that memory lane.

As I mentioned in my first post we lived in a locality where all neighbors interacted openly and it was as if we were one big family. Kids of all ages would be playing out in the playground in evenings. We used to play all kinds of games mostly outside, there were no barriers, not of age, not class, not of gender either. It was just a big group of ‘us’. We used to gather together and all play together. Every kid had a play time, and parents made sure the kids are out playing not at home in front of TV or computers like now. In fact in our case, play time was till dusk after school, so we used to rush after school, change clothes (at times😛 ), grab a bite to eat and rush to play. We only had one rule, it has to be FUN. We would settle for a game the majority wants to play. An then started the whole process of finding the first ‘catcher’ or the ‘seeker’.  We would generally gather around in a circle and then pick a catcher. And picking the catcher it self was so much fun! We would use certain rhymes and the person touched at the end of the rhyme would be ‘it’. Some rhymes I remember are

‘ Inky pinky ponkey, father had a donkey, donkey died father cried, inky pinky ponkey’. -‘Akkad bakkad bambe bo, assi nabbe poore sau, sau me laga dhaga chor nikal ke bhaga’.- ‘Eenie meenie miney moe, catch a tiger by his toe, if he hollers let him go, eenie meenie miney moe’

I just cant recall what were the others. We did use rock paper scissors, straw picking and hand flipping etc. It was so much fun. There was always an initial tension among all and then as the game progressed the initial tension or strain just vanished into fun and frolic.

Oh how can I forget the hand clapping games. I do not leave any opportunity to play them even now. One of our favorites were Miss Mary, A B C D E F G, etc.

Now looking back I realize the values we have learned from those times. The games were played by using the things readily and mostly freely available in the fields, hence were cost effect and economical. Kids from any and every background would come and play as one team, hence taught equality and secularism. These games were very  simple and ubiquitous, they created a strong bond among siblings and peers, which is not seen nowadays. We were aware of the strength  and weaknesses of all our friends, and were in a positive competition knowing who excelled in which game. These traits are now becoming scarce if at all present. Every memory associated with a particular game has a person too, one who excelled in the game, one who was a good contender, one who always cheated and got into petty fights and so on.

Some games that we have enjoyed the most are:

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Hopscotch (Kith-Kith or Kittha)

Hopscotch (Kith-Kith or Kittha),

Generally starts with drawing boxes on the and the players then toss small objects like stone of broken piece of pottery into one of the box and the hopping back and forth all other boxes, retrieve the object placed in the first box and then jump out.  As the games progresses there are many complex rules that come in, like placing the stone ones palm or on forehead while hopping, skipping boxes etc.

 

 

 

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Seven stones (Satolia or Pittu or Pittul)

Seven stones (Satolia or Pittu or Pittul)

A game played between two teams. Teams takes turns to throw a rubber or tennis ball at seven stones stacked in the middle of the field. The fielding team members have to prevent the hitting team members from form the stack of stones again by throwing the ball at their team members. There are variations of the game in almost every region.  One of my favorite games growing up.

 

 

 

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Five stones / Knucklebone (Gitta or Gippa)

Five stones / Knucklebone (Gitta or Gippa)

Generally played between two players, the games consists of five to eight steps and the player to complete the steps in minimal tries wins. We used to play this with small stones of similar sizes. And not to brag, but I aced it!!🙂

 

 

 

 

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Hide-n-seek (Chhupa Chhupi)

Hide-n-seek (Chhupa Chhupi)

This was an all time hit. Every time we had a big heterogeneous group of kids playing, we would mostly settle for Chhupa Chhupi. We used to hide in such unusual places, that at times we would even lose track of time. We have even carried teh game forward at times to the next day, when the seeker couldn’t get find anyone. Me and my sisters have very fond memories of this game.

 

 

 

 

There were a few more games which were very common, and after many attempts I still managed to not learn these properly. Clumsy me! Anyways, some of the games that fascinated me were

Tip-Cat ( Gilli Danda)

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Kite Flying (patang bazi)

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I can keep going on, enumerating things I miss from my childhood. But the thing is miss the most actually is the sense of belonging, the kinship, the strong bond we had among peers. I just hope the present generation gets a chance to experience what we had sometime. These things may seem like stone-age-games to some, but you don’t know what they mean unless you have played them.