Baby sitting

Whoever came up with this word “Baby sitting “should re-think if we really sit to look after babies or we do the running around. When my sisters daughter (my niece) was with us for a few days along with her mom and some days without her mom besides her, the complete family took charge to baby sit her. Whoosh and it was just not a single person’s task while she kept us all on our toes. But her cute smile and soft cry made us run helter shelter. Who says u need to be a mother to look after the child? I guess when you look at the little angel itself your heart melts and you get de-stressed and all charged up. That makes me think were the step – moms in fairy tales really that mean. The baby sitting chores would begin would begin with the morning breakfast for the baby so that when she wakes up she can have her bed breakfast. Later while I rushed to get ready for work  ( many times skipping a bath ) coz it’s lovely to watch the angel stretch and wake up from sleep while she snuggled into the blanket giving you a million dollar smile, which I did not want to miss. The ticking of the clock pushing me to get ready while my heart not wanting to leave her. When at work I keep getting the flashes of her actions and smiling doll like face. I wish to be back home but …….not all bosses are that generous.  I make a numerous calls home to check on what she is doing.  Then when I rush back home it’s like we all gather around her like flies to ready to full fill her demands. The house looks different with toys scattered around show pieces reach the higher shelf cupboards which were risky opening get sealed. But now mom also does not bother nor nags me for cleaning the house. As the days fly by with our entire families world revolving round her suddenly she leaves marks and memories in each and every corner of the house and flies off to her house with her mom and dad. While we cherish with her lovely memories I wonder if she would ever remember once she grows big how much we loved her ? Miss u lots and lots dear Ariyana!!! 

Back Again

Well every time my seriously serious attempt to write a blog fails.....excuses for it are lined up, but as a lecturer in a medical college I dont accept the excuses of my students who fail to do the given homework why should i be partial to myself. Always thought to write down my heart felt feelings in the blog ...but later stepped back fearing that everyone around would know my actual thoughts going on in the mind. When i meant actual thoughts t actually meant my true un-manipulated mind. I guess most of the hard core blog writers would accept it ...that whatever is written on their blogs is usually a little re-framed from the reality ( i know most of the times its the true story ). What i mean to say is we usually write the only those things which we feel we can announce to the world openly while some dark truths remain in the mind forever with us till the grave.
Well my truth which i cant pour in here is not all that dark or black but somewhere between the white and black so u can say grey or may be light- gray. Most of my really close friends know it so it cant be a complete hidden secret. So many times i thought i need to put it up on the blog and ask for advice, solution ...but the tragedies were too enough to even let me open my blog site to pen down my feelings. It was so much of a set back of events in a row...that i just wanted to meet God in person and ask him ....why me ? How long more ? Reading positive books...distracting my mind, hearing enthusiastic songs.....etc etc But i am not someone to give up so easily ...so still hoping for the best days ever to back in my life

Life's like that!

When I think of this title " Life's Like that" it reminds me of the Reader Digest cloumn, where people share some funny, lighter moments of their life. As i am trying my level best to be a regular blogwriter, i am finding myself bundled up with a number of repsonsibilities .....some of my likes and some pushed on to me.Yet I will not give up as i will atleast try to pour in some thoughts, feelings, wishes, frustrations onto my blog ( not for people to know my personal life ) but for me and others to learn something from it. The past few months have been like a daily soap ...some break-ups, some patch- ups, some new additions ( my new born niece ), some adjustments, some stressful days, some sharing, some caring..... in all it had been a wonderful Humpty- dumpty ride. Life juggling with some orthodox, tradition bond people to some cosmopolitan, carefree thinking friends.
But thats what life is ...or let me say " Life's like that"

We are Family!!!

Had been to see the just released movie " We are Family " a complete copy or should i say remake of " Stepmom". Well whats goin on in the mind of Karan Johar only he knows....but i guess in the recent few months he must have had a rendevous with K-series queen Ekta Kapoor ( sorry did i miss out the extra K in the Kapoor. Whatever!!! but one advice ....plz carry lots of tissue or handkerchiefs along....just in case u dont want your dupattas wet with tears and noses blown. The movie is just for 2 hrs but it seems as if it has been hrs since your shedding the tears. Well the movie casts have done justice to their respective roles...including the little kiddos. The typical Karan style of script, attires, location. Karan should now come out the monotonous scripts and try something new....wait a minute the last time he tried something new .......it was DOSTANA. I take back my words.
Well after the movie We all Family left with heavy heads to compensate by having a light dinner out. With some suggesting Chinese, some Punjabi, while some suggesting we go home ...........the agruement took time to settle but after all We are Family :)

Think Practical!

Day begins with an early morning bell from the sweeper to collect the garbage.....what a way to begin. Half open eyes, trying to peep through the tiny open slits of the eyelids adjusting my tassled hair, costume i open the door to pass on the stinking parcel of garbage. It surely not a pleasant first thing to do in the morning. I wash my hands to prepare a cup of tea and move ahead to brush....meantime to save time i open the cupboard to decide what dress would be best today, as i need to be presentable when i am lecturing my medical students.One by one i reject the dresses, bcoz some are not ironed, some were just worn in the past week, and the blacks are not to be worn on a Monday. I think and think but find it difficult to decide ......but suddenly my thinking is broken down by a smell coming from the kitchen. I rush to see my tea evaporated with a black layer in the vessel. Meanwhile the phone rings. Its a bad time to talk but reluctantly i pick up the call ( just in case its a patient ....dont want to be unavailable )But hear my mom calling from Dubai ( she and dad have been to visit my sister there ). As she goes on with her inqueries about the status of the house in her absence....i have to sound pretty NORMAL! While i am answering her queries the doorbell rings....its my cook. I cut short my conversation with mom and welcome Her Honour! She looks around the kitchen and quesions me what to prepare ( another question.....was never so stressed answering even during my medical exams ). Trying to find out a easy way out i smile ( forcefully ) and ask her to prepare her favourite. She smiles ( sarcastically ) and says there are no vegetables since yesterday. That gets me back my memory that my to-do-list had an unfinished job of purchasing grocery which i kept pushing to the 2nd priority and it finally ended up in the last. So i try to act as if i had forgotten that i had a dinner and lunch invitation today by a colleague so it would be a holiday for her today ( just incase she told mom ). She gave a big broad smile as if she had won the argument battle and said, " Tai ( sister ) did you forget today is your Monday fast ". Oh i just remembered my way to bribe God to get a good, lovable etc etc Hubby. Well so i reply, " thats it then you dont have to cook its my fast". The Annapurna Godess replies, " Well today evening i have some work so cant come, thought i had cook food now so you could leave the fast at night". As the conversation is continuing i just remember its already 8.15am and i have a lecture to be taken at 9am. So mid conversation i leave the decision to her and rush for a quick shortcut bath. No tea, no breakfast i rush to the college. As i step into my Department I ask my peon to quickly put in and adjust the OHP in 1st yr class. As i open my file i realise that the presentation transparencies i was to show were forgotten home. I could feel the sweat on my forehead, in my axilla & also dripping along my back down as a stream. Well this was just not my day, i realised. And me to give a lecture on this day when everything was just going wrong.......would be nothing but a Disaster. I could picture me facing the class as my students laughed at me fumbling to find words and recollect my notes, suddenly as I went blank and pale. With trembling hands i took the attendence register and walked slowly towards the class just to kill time. I wished the bell rang and everybody just ran out of the class or better nobody was present today in the class (mass bunking) which would make my job easier to declare off the topic. But as i told you this was just not my day ......the class was packed to its strength. Should i feel proud for being a sensible teacher to have such an attendance or should I curse myself for this day.
I stand before the crowd .....take a few deep breaths and try to calm my mind. I tell the students with great effort that today would not be a typical study lecture for a change .......it would be something different ........a more interactive session. To begin i asked them what they understood about the subject my department has been teaching for so many months, how was their way of studying it, what books they referred and how much priority was given etc etc. Then came queries and questions and doubts. But this time i was not surprisingly bored answering the questions being asked. One by one doubts were cleared. I shared some of my college days experience, stressed on group studies, presentationns in classroom etc. So we did not realise how the hour had passed. I did not even feel the empty stomach crawling inside. It was one of the best lecture ever taken. Yes bcoz not like the regular lectures i had thought this time outside the frame .........so had my students who understood and thought outside the frame of the syllabus.
That give me a sign of relief afterwards as i knew that the day was gonna be positive ahead for me :)

Time Travel

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The rain patted on the window pane .....there was complete darkness around in the house ( Thanks to the MSEB which puts off the lights even at the rustle of a leaf ). There was a tap on the door. Shreya rummaged through the drawers for the candle shouting loud in the pitch darkness, " Hold on I am coming" Then whispering to herself..." How many times I told Suraj to fix a generator but he is just not interested in home affairs". " Just like his father" came a thought in a mind in the next room.
Shreya opened the door holding the candle close to the strangers face, she saw a frail figure standing in front of her. "Can I meet Mrs. Sheila Sharma?please" said the stranger in a sympahtetic tone. Shreya was taken back by the question...before she could ask who was it he wanted to meet? ......she remembered the name and called out confused " Amma, there's someone at the door wanting to meet you". As the trembling legs walked slowly towards the door adjusting her specs she looked up.The first glance took her back in the time machine to 40yrs flashback.......
while Suraj was crying uncontrollably in the cradle, she was engrossed in deep thinking as to how she could find a job & if she found one how would she manage with the just 1yr baby.
" You still look the same as before" he said in a weak, guilt filled voice standing still at the door, while Shreya stood beside her mother- in- law, whispering in her ears " who is he? Should we ask him to come in and have a seat?". " No " said Amma " I dont recognise him, give him some money and close the door".
She could still hear the angry voices even after 40 yrs echoing in the house where she spent each day hearing the abuses for her husband who cheated them by not repaying their debt. He had left her without a word all alone not turning back a single day to see how she lived.
She had lost her past working hard to survive with her only fatherless child ....had planned her future since then ......but was uncertain if her present decision was right!

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COLOURS !!

Well i know i am some days late talking about HOLI...the festival of colours. But this is a general blog about colours. It can be the colours we see in Nature...the colourful flowers, the colourful creatures, insects etc etc. Colours form a very important part in our life. We say our life is colourful when a variety of good things are happening around us. A widow many dress in white to show her life is colourless but well why blame white it also a colour .....then why she cant pick the other colours. The sign of depression is blue.....but boys are always linked with the colour blue and girls with pink. Some like it in light, some like it dark while some like it bright. I belong to the last category. Bright and catchy, stunning to the eyes and easily visible in a crowd. Most of my friends find it too loud when i wear bright colours but thats my taste. It speaks my mind that " People I am there around...very much visible". Pastles also look good but thats the colour i use for my make up coz i know i am not on a T.v show or marriage function ( everyday )to have myself painted bright ( err.. but excuse me sometimes my lipstick may go towards a little brighter side ).
In Dubai or U.K ( the 2 places I visited ) I found shopping pretty boring. All the malls had stuff only in Black and White. It was as if no other colour existed here. Well thats what they consider decent to wear when you work. I guess! the people there will almost faint or wear glares at work if i happened to get a job there.Not that I hate these 2 colours ( i wear religiously a black dress on saturday & a white on mondays).Well i know you must be saying why have i got stuck only on costumes regarding colour....well ok let me move on......Colours make your day change. Try it, if you are in a real bad, depressive mood look at anything that is colourful around you may just brighten up. It helps...colours are very refreshing and no matter which colour it is...black or white or red...mix it wit any other colour it will give you a new colour.This gives us a message....Mix and blend with the people around you you will create and learn something new in life....then you will never say my life is colourless!!!