Friday, December 18, 2015

“How much more time to bring a pencil, Sarah?”, I cried out irritably. Seconds turned into minutes & still radio silence. Not a big fan of interruptions during our “homework-time”, got up & stormed to her room, all ready to rant. Finding her standing in the middle of the room, motionless like a mannequin, my heightened irritation, in a flash, gave way to concern. Thereafter only our eyes spoke.
Hers, raised an alarm seeing me still not taking the cue to turn absolute motionless. Transfixed, I too almost froze into a mannequin. Momentarily recovering from the spell, mine hesitantly asked hers for an explanation for both of us being in the state we were. In response, hers ordered mine to just comply & continue being a breathing statue. And I did, hypnotised by the determination in her eyes. Seconds turned into minutes & radio silence from our end.
Until the loudspeaker of a nearby school finished playing Jana Gana Mana.

Monday, October 26, 2015

Religion but for what?

This time when I returned from my official trip, mom insisted I watch the recording of Amitabh’s new serial, ‪#‎AajKiRaatHaiZindagi‬. (She records what she thinks I will or should like).

After watching the rather longish episode, googled about it. Enough is written on the packaging of the episode, being the maiden one. Not getting there. What stirred and shook us, were the bunch of people who were celebrated for Making a Difference in the truest sense of the phrase. Each story, humbling & inspiring. Brought lumps in the throat.

And suddenly, people who spend their lives, clinging to their respective religions only for self gratification seemed smaller and their energies spent in proclaiming their own religion as thee one, seemed pettier.

Alas, if only these beliefs and energies were channelized towards the religion of Humanity. What a future we could have given to our kids!

Monday, August 10, 2015

While schooling and students outside, are all on a vacation mode, one, here in my house is all ready with her book, eager to learn and speak in English like her "madams".
26 year old Zakhira has planned to finish her daily chores in all the houses, she works in, by early evening and sit with her equally enthu 8 year old teacher.
The daily dose of English will be revised at night with her own young kids. BTW, yesterday was the first day of school and here's first day's homework.

Recent Randomness

  • When every second verdict given, starts with " Since my birth..." and ends with "...throughout my entire life." by a 8 year old.
  • "Thank God, its Monday" -- Working Mom whose kids are on vacation.
  • How do you respond to a compliment like "You are world's best-est best and one of my most most most favourite mummas"
  • Parents' Day @ School with Hakim Badshah: Teachers on tenterhooks, exchanging nervous glances from the corners of the stage. All along, murmuring the lines with the kids. We parents, like jelly, constantly shifting in our seats, waiting to exhale. Our eyes relentlessly seeking out our kids from the various acts on stage, like it’s been ages we have seen our own kids ( after spending the entire morning, perfecting makeup & hairdo of our still dissatisfied kids). All of us, all along, holding onto to our mobiles & tablets with our dear life, clicking & recording. (The professional photographer present there seemed to be questioning his existence). And the kids...all oblivious to the world, confident, happy and having a blast! Looked like it was Children's Day instead
  • Contrary to the essence of most of the Woman’s Day greetings & wishes which poured in and splashed across social media, I expect an equal status and not a ‘special’ status. My take as a woman.
  • To set the record straight, women are not good at or enjoy multitasking, they simply don't have a choice!
  • Companionship. Sought more by people who have a companion than those who don’t have any.
  • .When I was a kid, home & school relentlessly drilled in my tiny head till I had no choice but to believe & blindly follow.
  • “Do good & good will come to you.” “Ache logo ke saath acha hota hai”.
    Looking back, was a nice feeling to grow up with.
    While Gratefulness & Positivity are still the names of the game, time & tide has certainly dimmed the belief. Wish could go back in time
  • #HyderabadHues . As I flew the miles, left behind the lush greens of Hyd to be greeted with a halo of grey. Wish my city takes a leaf or two. Literally.
  • Funny how in one way or another, it always boils down to being at the right place at the right time.
  • "In life, everything happens for a reason".
    Can we please, once in while, have justified reasons?

Wednesday, October 08, 2014

Festive Time!

Born a Hindu. Raised in a Christian school and a Sikh colony. Married a Muslim.
Cant really put a finger when I imbibed them all. No, not religions. 
The festivals.

Each, when I & my house celebrate, feels like my own. They bring people together, prod to "give back" and ring in celebration of love and life. Festivals, don't just preach unity but put, all what religions stand for, in action. No wonder, they themselves usually come in clusters in a calendar year. That's where my faith lies.
On that note, Happy Dussehra and Eid night from Hakim, kiddos and me to all our friends out there 

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Running to find a missing sock, quick note to teacher, feeding the last bite while tucking kids to school, proofreading a press release on renewable energy, concall with 3 agencies in a row.

Updating the grocery list in the car for the weekend, sticking glitter & sequence for teacher's day card, hurrying up the never ending night session of brushing teeth to gently freeing my hand from under the finally sleepy head to finishing pending emails of the day.

All in a day's work. Nothing beats the diversity in a woman's typical day. Be it a working woman or a housewife.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Seeing Good is feeling good!

Pleasure lies in small ‘n’ simple things. Truly. Thanks to this exercise of posting small things each day, which made me happy during the day, I am more aware of the small pleasures of life,... all packed in a day.

1. It’s been a while; I received a love note that too a heart shaped one. What can I say, today is my lucky day

 2. A hot steaming cup of tea with a dash of ginger was placed promptly next to my laptop, almost thrice today to combat a nagging painful throat. Thanks mom. Each time it felt divine.

3. Small, not visibly but surely, dirty and sticky hands grabbed & hugged me while making the announcement that she is amongst the 3 shortlisted for the inter-school poetry recitation competition. Was music to my ears, a happy indication that the new school has been adjusted to. 

 4. No matter what your age is, speaking to your best friends in a day, make-up for just anything missing in your life. Especially when you move to a new town with practically no friends. So a silent prayer goes out, God, please keep them intact in my life. 

 5. Being a Friday evening, there is lightness in the air. Ok, so no poetry here. Basically cause there is no school or office tomorrow . And we caught a panoramic view of the sky from our balcony. Made me wonder, was I so caught up in a life in metro that didn’t pause to just gaze at such a view?

6. Last night, Saturday was demanded to be a No-Mobile Day. And I accepted the challenge. Promptly, mine was switched off before sleeping and still continues. That’s not where the fun lied. During the day, I cheated thrice . The entire two minute episode of sneaking in a room with my mobile and ...checking for any updates from office and then letting it stretch to a luxurious second of quickly checking FB/Whatssup/ Twitter (till the 7 year old knocked at the door) was so unexpectedly fun like going after the forbidden fruit. Each time running to hide my mobile and opening the door, I smiled and remembered my childhood pranks. Am reliving my childhood with my child.

7. Afternoon we were at a departmental store, mom trying to extract the best out of the exchange deal for cookers and frying pans and I trying to hurry her up. Was unsuccessful. Finally the time came to stand at the cash counter. Never felt so happy to pay and leave. While waiting for the bill to churn out, glanced around. Mom and a middle aged lady, both were sitting on a stool and yapping in Marathi. For a minute I wondered if my memory is giving away. Do I know the lady? Nope. They happily discovered that they both are from Bombay and started chatting. While I had to be the spoilsport to interrupt their budding friendship since we were getting late, (looked like without that, one would have the other over for dinner tonight!) I realised the gravity of my mom’s contribution in my life. She packed her bags at this age just to be with me so that I can work. Thanks mom.

8. After a lot of introspection, realised that it’s true when they say that moving on, doesn’t necessarily mean giving up. It just means moving from denial to acceptance and letting it go. Many times, many of us keeping torturing ourselves because we are not able to let go. Let go and make peace with yourself.

9.  Study time is an inter-play of lessons & drawing. Lots of studies took place today which means lots of drawing too. After weeks, a carefree cub was finally captured and made to sit next to me with her books. Drawings ranged from good, bad to downright ......(no not sounding mean, just being plain honest ). Each time, a Picasso was done; the page was thrust right under my nose and asked to be evaluated. Each time I donned the role of an evaluator with an air of authority, a 9 was promptly prompted and then with a heavy heart, included an 8 too. So had two choices, only. But what took the cream is the sheet of stickers which each time, was shoved, for me to do the needful. Democracy rules in India but has definitely not reached my house.


10.We have our Punjabi genes very much in place. Which means we have our natural dancing shoes always on and can spring into action at the drop of a hat. Today morning during breakfast, kid & I, both did just that in our living room on the music of Jungle Book II. What started as graceful dance moves soon gave way to real bad to outright weird ones. And a natural progression to a competition as to who will come up with the most outrageously funny moves with funnier expressions. And the house came down with laughter. The two worlds suddenly struck me. A PR head of an MNC on weekdays and a crazy mom on weekends.

11. It’s not happy people who are thankful, it is thankful people who are happy. So just one shot for us to be both. Not bad. Am on it :-)