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No matter how old I be I will always be a kid for you – Happy Mother’s Day

“Wake up beta, its 5.30, look at your sister and brother. They have both finished their bath and puja. Your sister is even helping me out with the morning chores. I don’t want you to help me. Just help yourself by being more responsible for your own things. What will your in-laws say if you sleep for so long in the morning. You will have so many responsibilities when you grow up. You should be getting up at least by 3.30 in the morning, ideal time for students to study peacefully. Please get up and get going”

This is how my morning alarm would sound every morning all through the years I was with my parents. Even during the breaks I took from my hostel during vacations. Nothing would deter me from snoozing this alarm to ring after 1/2 till it was really late.

My mom has always been my punch bag, even till now. Then Amma and now pati (maternal grandmother in tamil)- because that’s what she is to my kids now, this woman has been a silent bearer of all my tantrums, eccentricities and erratic behaviour during my growing up days, but never lost her calm or raised her voice. Everything I chose to do or not to do for that matter, she never imposed her opinions on me. I was free to choose and reject anything in any walk of life. If she found something wrong she would just point it but leave it to my decision. My hobbies, career decisions were all mine always and she would never say a word against any thing.

In fact recently when I joined this Guitar Lessons, while everyone around while was supportive but also was questioning why would I spend time on something like this at this age when my kids should be learning all this and I should just sit back and watch, she said, “If you learn properly your teacher might also take you along for performances. Don’t forget to  send me your show passes”. Mwah Mwah for that.

She has pampered all three of us (me and my siblings) only to the extent that was required. Today I am what I am because of her. All credits to my confidence and talent is because of her. I am uninhibited and liberated because I was brought up by her that way.

“Wake up, its 7.30. The bus should be here in any moment. I am not going to drop you to school if you miss it. See your sisters are up and about. You will have so much to study in few years to come. You should be getting up at least by 5.30 in the morning, an ideal time to study for students. Get up and Get going.”

This is the morning alarm for my eldest one….only to be snoozed for 30  more seconds….Life comes a full circle you see. Happy Mother’s Day mom.

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Vande Mataram!!!

In childhood I used to look forward to this day for the apples and biscuits distributed in my school besides performing various patriotic song and dance items. As I grew up, we had flag hoisting in the nearby areas with some elderly person/s reminiscing their experiences during the freedom struggle. Now I am a mother and I take my kids around for various celebrations in the building and the surroundings. Today someone asked why do you gather this day, and I looked at my daughter for an answer and she promptly said ‘because we want to pay respect to our country’s martyrs as they freed us from the British Rule.’

Then suddenly I thought, 64yrs now (36yrs from my birth) and I am still enjoying the freedom from the British Raaj. but am I really free? Am I free from the roving eyes of the lecherous men, am I free of the thought of the safety of my little ones because their gender (look froward to voicing my opinion in the Mumbai slut walk), am I free from the thought that some corrupt neta is pocketing my hard earned money in one of his foreign accounts (plan to fast for at least a day with Anna Hazare to show my solidarity), am I free of the fear of another bomb planted somewhere in the vicinity of my near and dear ones (am soon enrolling myself for combat training), am I free of the thought that this S&P’s downgrading U.S. debt from AAA to AA+ would not affect India so much (will try to hold on the larger expenses planned and probably shift my plans of buying a home to next 10 yrs), am I free of the thought of some natural calamity hitting India besides the political and communal ones (god forbids!!!). It’s my needs in my life that defines my freedom. The more I need of the day to day life, the more I expect from my husband, my kids, my near and dear ones, my company, my community, the leaders, the countries and end up blaming all people around for my failure.

For my kids, do they even look at these things? Freedom for my little ones is to be able to play some hours more like the older kids in the building, my not telling them to follow their timetable after coming home from the school, to be able to remove anything from anywhere from the house and leave them where ever, to shout and jump on the bed and sofas in the house, to watch TV and play games for as long as they want, to order Domino’s Pizzas and Pastas everyday. For them freedom is freedom from their MOM. I am equivalent to the British Raaj who rations and regulates the whats, the wheres, the whens, the whos the whys, the whichs, the hows of their life. Till they are not exposed to the harsh realities of life I am happy being their mother (of all problems).

Vande Mataram!!! Vande Mataram !!!

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The Bug, the Bully, the Belly and the Mumbai Blast

 

For past one month, we have been struggling with a bug and a bully.

After I finished my summer classes for kids, I realized that the sofa in my drawing room started biting me every time I sat over it. I turned over the cushion to realize a tiny little black bug with fresh blood in its belly. Instantly I called for a pest expert to cross verify my fears. Yes they were the scariest of all pests- the ‘Bed Bug’ and they gave me sleepless nights, the nights after till they were sprayed and done with. Luckily the thing had not spread around and pest control service eradicated the bug using a mere handheld herbal spray and…. my life bounced back to normal (and we still wondering who got this pest in my house).

The bully in my daughter’s class was another reason for our worry. The big bellied boy’s punching and kicking my kid and other fellow classmates just for pleasure, shocked us to the core. We told our kid to refrain from any kind of interaction with him and even stay inside the class during her recess to avoid any further trauma. But this did not deter him and he went into her class in the recess to punch her only to be caught red handed by the class teacher. When the school authorities instructed him to stay away from her, he beat her up in the bus, with his elder sister protecting him from any retaliation from her side. The bus company was instructed to separate the kids but the boy directed his friend to continue with the bullying in his absence. We took many measures parallelly to help her fight fear. I started accompanying her to school. We also informed his friend’s mom to break her son’s association with this bully. My daughter’s class teacher kept her in the classroom in the recess to make her feel secure. We watched her slowly bounce back to normal school routine with everyone supporting her from all sides (and we still wondering what were the parents of that bully doing all this while).

What binds the bug and bully stories above is the fact that

One -You must have thought I was to write about the movie ‘Delhi Belly’ too. Well I am yet to watch that and will soon feature it in my movie review section.

Two– This is not my pest control or bully management diary though I will soon pen down the measures to fight these tiny terrorists.

Three– We were wondering about the origin of the bugs to be careful about the bug donors and sanitize the house whenever we meet them next, and we were wondering about the parents of the bully to know whether they are aware of the monster living in their house or they are just thinking that this will just pass.

Four– There is hardly any difference between these little terrorists that gave me some sleepless time and the  larger society bugs and bullies who use ‘Power Play’, time and again to keep the fear of their power alive. We had been observing that for the past 2 weeks there were quite a lot of check posts all throughout Mumbai roads to identify suspects. Probably the actual plan of the terror group was larger than the one executed on the 13th of July when 3 blasts in the span of 25 minutes ripped through rush hour crowds on Wednesday evening in Mumbai, shaking the belief of the people in the system again, probably the people were thinking that the government will move its magic wand and woosh!!! –  kill all the terrorists in a jiffy, probably the plan was to send out the message that even kids will not be spared as the 2nd of the 3 bombs  was at a bus stop near St Antonio High School in Dadar, probably they were assuring Kasab that they are still with him, probably they thought we had forgotten them and came to remind us that we are still as vulnerable and unprepared for such a disaster as we were three years ago, probably they just came to make a mockery at the tall claims made by the politicians that we are better equipped now, probably they just came again year after year to implement their training and attain higher ranks in their terror groups, probably they were sending messages to other countries through us that they can take on them too the same way they did us, probably they were telling us that they can any day go under the nose of the officials unnoticed, probably they mocked at us that our lives for them was as good as vegetables (read gajar,  muli) and could be chewed and spewed on the streets as and when they want and we, like always, would bounce back.

Five– I am wondering why did I not spray the bug to death and slap the bully myself?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Chillar Party movie review

Aarela hai apun, bole to kan khol ke sun……….Chandan Nagar ke Chaudah(14) Chillaron ki Chaddi party ne bole to Chaap dala…..ha ha ha. The web site gave credits only to 11 of them – Fatka, Bhidu, Encylopedia, Akram, Jangya, Aflatoon, Secondhand, Panauti, Silencer, Toothpaste, Shaolin. I would also add my favorites -Googly, Pakau Uncle, RANBIR KAPOOOOOOR (thanks to the TOI article in the morning that I waited till all credits rolled up to see his item number Tai Tai Phish)

Initially when my kids were planning to spend the Sunday with the Chillar Party, I wasn’t too keen and tried talking them out by saying…rating is only 2 stars (made up on my own), Lets go for ‘Buddha hoga tera Baap‘, we also saw Amitabh shooting for that movie (as if the camera covered us in the frame), I will not come if it is Chillar Party…..But the kids stuck to their guns. Even the tiny tot, who had a temperature jumped up at the idea of a kids movie and said “you go for your movie, dad will take us for Chillar Party”. Grunt grunt, snort snort was the sound I made and picked up a paper to actually check the ratings and much to my surprise it was 6 stars (With ‘Buddha Hoga…’ at 4*). 6 stars? How long has that been since a Bollywood star gave that kind of a hit. I have to watch this movie I thought and resumed my kitchen work. Finally after having our lunch when started getting ready I said, the little one is sick and might need me in the hall (my way of getting in to the gang). Left for the 3pm show at Fame adlabs. The ‘House Full’ board did not dampen my spirits and we shifted to the nearby Cinemax for a 5pm show.

Believe you me, from the start to finish, I was laughing and laughing and laughing and Prashant kept teasing “A 2* rating movie (remember the rating I cooked up) can give you so much pleasure?” None of the kids were shown as out of the world entities doing a flying scene or something. They all were the boys next door, from decent families, whose parents fretted over the bad company they kept and the foul language they picked up, kids who had their gang time in the evening to play and plot (the ‘Tatti’ on the car….’yuk yuk yuk but made me roll over with laughter and fall from my seat’) and also used their flaws judiciously (panauti wishing Bhide victory). Especially the last portion in the TV channel debate where the kids simply read out lines from their ‘Value Education’ text book (Even my 5 yr old understood those arguments). I kept remembering the lines from Hrishida’s movie Bawarchi “It is so simple to be happy but so difficult to be simple”. Hats off to writer-directors, Vikas Bahl and Nitesh Tiwari for keeping the ‘simplicity hat’ on while scripting the story.

The paedo version of ‘Slut Walk of Chicago’ will definitely see the following trends catch up:

  1. Chillar party Birthday Themes
  2. Chillar party nick names given to all junior groups – in societies, in schools and colleges, in joint families, in corporate gossip room (I have nick named my kids CP 🙂 )
  3. Public Protests ‘without any shame’ called Chaddhi March (remember the proposed skimpily clad slut walk in Delhi this June was renamed ‘besharmi morcha’ fearing opposition and the dress code too was toned down).

Anna and Baba — need some pointers ?

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Movie Review-Kung Fu Panda 2

How could someone even think of giving such negative shades to such a beautiful looking bird-A peacock as the antagonist. But Shen was no match to Tai Lung who looked vicious. But the peacock shows some really cool moves, especially the way he tucks his one hand into the other while the sleeves fall over them slowly. Even the way his tail moves when he is fighting his arch enemies is quite commendable.

This movie is Jack Black all the way. There is so much to narrate in part 2. There is Shen the peacock, his mom and dad, his forecast of being killed by something black and white, he killing the Pandas and then leaving his home, his parents dying, he taking up task of making a deadly weapon, Po trying to attain inner peace, he then in search of his origin, in argument with the Tigress, fighting the wolves, getting into Shen’s den, finding inner peace, fighting back Shen, two new characters the croc and the ox(I still don’t see why),phew! Others hardly have any significant role to play except for the tigress. I don’t remember seeing the monkey at all except for once when he caws. But PO is definetly funnier and focussed than before. Though the 3D was a bit distracting but the landscapes are beautiful.

Now I am out in search of my inner peace. You go and watch it for sure.

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Posted by on May 30, 2011 in Everything Kids, Movie, Review

 

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wo kaagaz kii kashtii, wo barish ka pani


Missing the crazy days called teens when it was so easy to scale the miles in IIT campus jogging, belt out the numbers from pt. bhimsen joshi to whitney houston, dance away to glory to Michael jackson and ila arun , travel from home to work to evening college to back home and still ready to go out for a night out, play endlessly with the ‘mohalla’ kids.””magar mujhko lautaa do bachapan kaa saavan, vo kaagaz kii kashtii, wo barish ka pani””……gosh my throat aches after every ‘baithak’, knee hurts after every rehearsal, ‘jogging’…..what’s that , “char bajne wale hai party abhi baki hai” days are gone and I sing…”so jao jaldi bachcho subah school tumhe jana hai”……….

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MUSIC 24X7X365

I have been singing for past over 30 yrs, c’mon now don’t start calculating my age. But this is not about my love for singing. After my MBA, I spent quite some time fiddling with the different options for employability, hopping, skipping and jumping from one career to the other – financial analyst to forex training to software development to ecommerce consultancy, (just like our ancestors who performed their acts from tree to tree). Then I met my dear husband and jumped from one city to another-Kanpur to Delhi to Mumbai where I again took a jump into the Telecom sector (the ancestral trait seemed to be quite hard stamped on me). I was almost settling to the sector when I took the most crucial leap of my life, which gave me a new lease of life…..I conceived my first child. I will blog later on my maternal experiences even though my ancestral instincts are compelling me to jump ‘out of this topic’ again.

My maternity off lasted for a month. In the field I was (IT/Telecom), just a day of absence would strip you of all your market worth by years and I was talking of 30 days.I know, I know, its not that bad but I am just building up reasons for my next jump. I took up HR consultancy activity. Convenient, based from home, telecalling and fixing appointments, once in a week BD activity, and some amount of internet marketing was all that I was handling for the next nine months. The best part was I had the pleasure to watch my baby grow in front of me without missing on ‘those moments’ which most working mothers miss out upon. The not so good part was I was earning lower than what I earned as my first pay. I got some good opportunities post that- in an educational institution followed by some consultancy offers based from home for a retail management institute, for a blog site and am a known name in my field but my pay packets are much below my market worth(this is what every single working individual feels).

But now after all these years, I am happy and content. Content that while I was making babies- 3 of them now, I could be with them and see them grow, contribute to their value systems(as if full time working mothers contribute nothing), teach them, train them to be better individuals, and blah, blah, blah.

But that crucial leap is always reminded to me by people around me at almost every occasion,’Bright and intelligent woman, bright future, pregnancy at the peak of your career, and ‘3 kids'(scream when u read this, and repeat till you believe it). You made a huge mistake.You would have gone places by now.’ resulting in ‘MyUnSungInnerCord- MUSIC24X7X365, that resonates exactly what people say to me.

Me: I have a PTA meeting at the school .
MUSIC: Had you been working, you would have had to take an off from work. ‘Bright and intelligent woman….’

Me: Today I made gajar ka halwa
MUSIC: Thats nice. Did you add almonds to it? It tastes great with them. Almonds help in making you active and bright…bright ‘Bright and intelligent woman….’

Me: My maid did not come today so I had to do all the chores.
MUSIC: That is such a thankless job.’Bright and intelligent woman….’

Me: We did a show in our society with my students.
MUSIC: Oh that’s so nice. But what would these classes fetch you. Had u continued with the job that time u would be earning so well by now. ‘Bright and intelligent woman….’

Me: Cheekoo stood first in her class
MUSIC: Women are born jugglers. You could have given the same attention to them even while working.’Bright and intelligent woman….’

Me: I have put on so much weight
MUSIC: What else would one do sitting at home. i don’t understand this ‘work from home’ thing. ‘Bright and intelligent woman….’

Me: I have a blog to finish.
MUSIC: Is that some job? How much money do you get per blog post? ‘Bright and intelligent woman….’

Me: I have been invited for a felicitation ceremony.
MUSIC: Do they pay you too? It must be a meagre amount I am sure. ‘Bright and intelligent woman….’

Me: I met an old friend who is a lecturer in the same college where I studied
MUSIC:jump straight to the point here ‘Bright and intelligent woman….’

Many a times when I leap to fly,
I fall to the ground.
But it’s not the number of times I fell,
that counts.
It’s the number of times I fluttered hard,
to soar high without making much sound.
The day ‘MyUnSungInnerCord’ resonates with ‘Me’ (and not what other opine about me),
There will be real MUSIC around,
And my heart will jump leaps and bounds.

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