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Sunday, May 17, 2015

Summer Vacation Plans

Summer vacations have begun, and I have already made a list of few important tasks that needs to be taken care of.

Tashu

-take Tashu to Ballet class every Wednesday and Friday
- spend at least an hour with Tashu in park
- revise her school work and eventually complete her holiday homework
- set routine in her life- right from waking up to sleeping on time to eating and social etiquette
- read her story book every night before going to bed 
- playfully teach her small household tasks to instill sense of responsibility in her
- chit chat with her in between all the household chores, keep her involved and make her feel important and eventually building strong mother daughter equation

Deepak

- sort out all his paper work, invoices
- make sure he gets proper diet (of late his stomach problems have increased)
- tone down my temper

Self

- reading
- daily journal
- morning and evening walks
- practice driving and get my DL renewed

Hopefully, I would be able to, somehow, achieve a harmony in my life which is way too disturbed of late. It's not that I'm not working on these things, yet somewhere everything I do seems incomplete. 
May be I need to relax my nerves and take my mind off every other worldly issues for sometime.



Thursday, March 19, 2015

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Watched ‘Lovelace’, a biographical motion picture based on Linda Lovelace’s life. It made me think how vulnerable we women are. However, strong, educated, powerful we become, women are still mere lambs surrounded by bloody hounds. Wild animals eat us, which is justified in what nature has made them to do. But, we humans, we gnaw at each other as if the other one under the claws is a mere corpse, just a cadaver lying namelessly in the morgue.
She went through a polygraph test as suggested by the publisher before printing her autobiography- ‘Ordeal.’ There were men to contest against her, stated she is lying. I’m nobody to judge, and definitely my talking for or against doesn’t count. It’s just that, I at times feel, no woman would go to this extent of lying.
And, yet forget about truth and lies.  Such things are happening, and there are people talking about women emancipation. Is there any way out of this vicious circle- where at the end, a female body is still the highly sought after commodity available for all sorts of bargain.
It’s still a men’s world!
Today alone, I watched a video that became viral on WhatsApp where few goons are thrashing a boy and slapping the girl. How do we become the authority over anybody, I don’t understand this. Who we are to take laws in our hands. And, how come such things go unseen by actual lawmakers and the whatnots of the law and order.
And, just now read about Rohtak Rape case, what do these men feel while doing so, what sort of high or pleasure they seek after acting like beasts?
With every news, or story like this, I feel like going dead. Sometimes, I want to shout, cry out loud, thumping my chest hardly and calling names to all those cruel beats out on that point. I just feel so helpless.

I almost choked while placing myself in the place of the victim. I hate feeling so helpless. It makes me wonder, are there really any Gods or are we just trading our life in the name of hoax? It’s better to have no faith, than having it and be betrayed by it!

Friday, July 25, 2014

Introspecting Mom

There are times when we need to stop worrying and look at things with a broader perspective. I’m not spilling the beans about some heavy political or national agenda here. I have been reading a lot of parenting quotes and articles on the web of late, and of course it is natural being a mother of a hyperactive little girl. It does make sense to keep looking for something or the other for web. Since, in the age of Google, even Dadi-Nanis are giving tips on weblogs.
Of late Tanushya has been giving me tough times. Doesn’t listen to me and she has questions about everything. If I ask her to go and get your rhyme book we will read it together, then she would look at me and say, “Why?” WHY! What, why, I mean at times I think how could she do that, how could she ask me why when I’m her mother and whatever I say is to be done right away.
I’m wrong here, being a kid, being in an age when she has begun learning things from her environment, started questioning everything, she has all the right to ask me why she should fetch the book and take it with me. What good would it do her?
I’m planning to have some serious introspection and come up with some good ideas and tricks to teach her good manners and cultivate good habits in her. Children these days are no fools who can be played upon anytime. You have to be practical and logical while making them listen to you and do things you want them to.
I definitely have to research and read a lot before outlining the steps or golden rules I’m going to follow with her. I don’t want her to sit with a tab in her lap and peering into it for the sake of learning something worthwhile. This is the greatest nuisance of these times. Children have become prone to lethargy and leading a laid back life like dullards who have nothing, just to prop themselves on a pillow and glare into the big screens or little.

Hopefully, next time I may have chalked out some of the statistics to deal with my 3.5 yr old little girl.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

Sunday O Sunday!

Sunday is generally practised as a holiday almost everywhere in the world. However, it is to be noted that for a woman there is no such thing like weekend or holiday.  She has to be on run even when it's Sunday. Now,  since husband is home,  kid is not going to school, you are not required to work on assignments, the weekend seems just perfect.  Wooh wait! This is just not yet over.  You have to arrange wardrobe,  washing, ironing,  organising drawers, closets. cook,  getting stuff in place for big Monday. Play with kid, air with her and revise week's tasks, yeah her how to play with weird clay dough and the cold may want to have some crash course in painting right away.  So, uni have to be all set mentally that weekend is going to be a huge unique sort of working day.

This gruelling task of shortlisting priorities,  lining up important tasks begins from friday night (when actually I should be rejoicing wow there would be no lunch boxes, school bag).

This is just not happening stuff! Sometimes, I plan out, make a list of certain things for myself:
1. Will give my scalp a good pampering. Good almond oil massage followed by steam wash.
2. I'll do pedicure,  not liking my feet of late.  They look so tired and wanting for care.
3. I'll read something, something to pep me up.
4. I'll go for a long walk early morning.
5. Will take Tashu for evening walk.

But, none of this happens. I'm so entangled in the Web of my self imposed and other important responsibilities and obligations.
In so tired most of the time yet I keep going- right from shopping for Tashu to managing arranging and  organizing my grihasthi and my freelance work. 
Can't even put blame on anybody.  That would be an excuse.  I have to do something with myself for myself lest I'll be a shadow of what I was and am still left.

Today' clay dough art project with Tashu

Mother's Pride Annual Festival 2014

I woke up my little girl at 5:30 a.m.  In the morning, gave her quick bath, got her ready for the Big Fat Punjabi Wedding, in which she has to perform a ‘Gidda’-‘Mehandi Mehandi Gidde Vich Nachdi.’ I, somewhere had this hunch that Tanushya would get tired and her costume, hair, makeup, et al will get dishevelled for sure.  She may also get cranky.



Yet, I dropped her at school with oodles of enthusiasm and in a good care of her teachers.
We quickly wrapped up the breakfast takeaway and reached Ansal Plaza to park our car. Got on the shuttle Bus for Sirifort Auditorium and met Shonali at Gate no. 2.
Luckily, got perfect seats to sit in the stark view of all the performances, phew!


The theme of this year’s Annual Event is, “Every Child Is a Hero.” No doubt, ask every mother, she will tell you what all she sees in her child, ask every dad and they will tell you how their chest swells with pride to see their tiny tots. For every parent, even a modest bit of climbing up the bed or down the stairs is a heroic act, an act of valor and pride by their children.
Absolute theme!

The show commenced with the prayer and candle lighting ceremony and of course with not-so-brief-yet-very moving and interesting speech by Sudha Gupta, founder, Chairperson of Mothers Pride.







You could see the elation of achievement on her face. When you plant a seed and see that plant growing into a tree growing day by day right in front of your eyes, showering benefits not only to you, but to everybody around, there is no vocabulary to fill in the expression of joy you feel in that moment. Once, my professor told us during one of his lectures, “Sometimes our language is too deficient to surmise what all a human can feel in a moment of love and joy!”

Sukun and Abhishtha, Presidium, Indirapuram, hosted the show. 






And, believe me they actually did a fabulous anchoring.  I was simply amazed at their command over language and attitude to claim the stage brilliantly. My husband sitting next to me quipped, “Did we know words like ‘mesmerizing’ at this young age?” I couldn’t reply just smile at the surprised look on his face.

Sparsh, an NGO founded and initiated by Mother’s Pride and Presidium fraternity for the special children with special needs.  These children are taught handicraft, and other small jobs to make their livelihood and improve their motor and sensory skills. Indeed a great job!

Nearly, 80,000 children in between the age group of 2-5 years participated in the annual festival of Mother’s Pride that spans the duration of 4 days. It’s really awe-inspiring to see tiny tots who have just begun talking, walking, scampering around are actually performing live on stage in front of thousands of audience. I bet, even the best of us couldn't do this. We would not be able to take to the stage with such a gusto the way these little stars did today.

I presumed the age of those two hosts from the Presidium, around about 10 years, but my amazement found no bounds when I learnt they are just 7 year old hosting the event alongside their brilliant teachers. In that moment, I knew, my decision to enroll Tanushya into the Presidium is not wrong. I did the right thing!
Lots of people complain about the fee structure, donation stuff, and many other affairs related to Mother’s Pride. It’s easier said than done! Rome is not built in a day! And, trust me, you cannot run an efficient institution be it academic or medical or whatsoever without having proper financing channels. 

In the past one year, I have seen the efforts of teachers, the patience with which they work with our kids, handle them, teach them, love them. It’s just beyond words. Three cheers for all the teachers, didis, and other staff of the entire Mother’s Pride.

Can’t help from going astray; let’s come back to the Auditorium and to the show.

Shloka, a little girl from Anand Vihar branch sung beautifully, “Aa chalk ke tujhe main leke chalun...” 






I’m sure most of the parents like me have wiped few trickles off the cheeks. She indeed sounded like a nightingale cooing a melody in your ears.


There was a beautiful presentation of freedom fighting days. To begin with, we could see a throng of freedom fighters Mangal Pandey, Jhansi ki Rani, Tantya Tope fighting against the East India Company.



And, whoa! What a lovely sight they made- Little Indian Swatantrata Senani and East India Company officials in all those red coats dancing together. The actual Freedom fighters must be having a gala time watching little British army dancing with their replicas down here.

The scene of first ever revolution against English shifted to The Kakori Revolution, with little krantikaris all dressed in beige and black suits shouting, “Inquilaab Zindabad.”  You could see all those little Bhagat Singh, Subhash Chandra Bose stomping their little feet on the stage.

I felt goose bumps and could feel them even now, when little Bose yelled at the top of the voice, “tum mujhe khoon do, main tumhe azadi dunga,” followed by “mera rang de basanti chola, maaye rang de...”
Even, East India Company officers couldn’t refrain themselves any more from dancing on “Tere laal chale hai maaye ab teri laaj bachane.” Next, came the era of Gandhi – “Bande mein tha dum, Vandemataram.”
And, the finale of freedom struggle - August 15, 1947, “Vandematram.”

Next in the line was a beautiful and an intensely moving performance by the Sparsh and Presidium kids- “Sadda dil vi tu, Saddi jaan vi tu, Saddi shaan vi tu, Ganpati ka jai jaikaar...Oh... Deva..

Morya, Morya, Ganpati Bappa Morya”



Accompanied, by this enthralling Ganpati Rap performance by Sparsh kids, was a twinkling performance by Sector 93, Noida branch kids – “Chand tare jeb mein hai...hum hain dilon ke shehzade



It actually, seemed as if the entire stage was a galaxy of little red and white stars strewn all over.

Mrs. Sudha Gupta dedicated her favourite two lines to all her kids from Mother’s Pride, Presidium, Sparsh family – “Aa chal ke tujhe main leke chalun, ek aise gagan ke tale, jahan ghum bhi na ho, aansun bhi na ho bas pyaar hi pyaar mile.”



And, a Jugalbandi performance by presidium kids



Now, after such a long wait came the Punjabi Tadka- the Big Fat Punjabi Wedding. I was dying to see my little one dancing on the stage.  The entire wedding was enacted by little kids of Mother’s Pride, Sector-19 Noida Branch in various phases.





First, Jaago Reet-“Jaagon aiyyan”; Second, Mehandi-“Mehandi mehandi Mehandi gidde vich nachdi...” Oh, I could see my little one dancing and doing all the steps religiously but she was at the back so couldn’t click her nicely. This was the saddest moment of all for me during the entire day. Yet, when I saw her flickering glimpses, I felt so happy and proud of my baby.
Third, Welcoming groom- Veer ji veyon chaliya...”
Fourth, the arrival of Bride-“Aaya Ladiye Ni Tera, Sereyan Wala Vyavarh Aaya
Fifth, Wedding- “hai re mere, daadia rabba...babul tere, kinane lejaania aye...”
And finally, the vidai-“
 Sada chiriaƱ da chamba ve, babal asaƱ udd jana

Kudos! A big applause to all the teachers of Mother’s Pride Sector-19, Noida branch for composing such a beautiful portrayal of Indian Wedding. I know most of the women sitting in the audience must have been transported to their wedding times. And, all the dads must have been wondering how they would feel when their daughters would leave them to make a new life ahead, away from them.
Tanushya, my darling daughter you looked simply fabulous! You are my star, baby! Noyonika Darling, you rocked the show, it was sheer delight to see you dancing majestically oblivious of the world around you.

Little Prideens rocked the show with their stupendous feat in Fashion Fiesta. It was a treat to our senses to watch little hearts burning the floor with their outstanding performances.




Aha, how could I miss to mention the Cartoon dhamal. The little kids portrayed the theme-“Every child is a hero” by donning the characters of their favorite cartoons- Chhota Bheem, Doremon, and Baal Hanuman.



Shreyanshi from Anand Vihar branch sang “Govind bolo, Hari Gopal bolo” and set the mood for upcoming Krishna Leela.


A hypnotic Ballet performance by Urjuti. I was like lost in her graceful movements for a long time. 



Few more performances included, a dance sequence on 'will you read me'; folk dances of Haryana, Rajasthan, Gujrat








And, the Prize distribution. Tanushya (Tashu) received third standing in the category of outstanding student of the year. 




I would like to thank and congrats Annu Khatri and Meenakshi Negi for being such a wonderful person and loving teachers to our kids. I had a great time watching these lovely angels dancing and singing and frolicking on the stage.

Friday, January 10, 2014

The Cry

I want to make you cry
Behold, I want to make you cry
The way, I have all the while.
Sun does shine bright in the sky
It' the moon that soothes me
The day is bright
The nights are mine
Behold, I want to make you cry
The way, I have all the while
I want to shine like a star
In the sky so dark far and near
Have you cried enough to get along
I'm mere a shadow you feel so rare
I know you are the sky
Make me shine in it
In the Night sky bright like a star
Behold, I want to make you cry
The way I have in all my might
I'm in a fever, this is why
Let me cry and feel your tears
Let me cry
Let me just cry