Reflections Of A Desi Mom

After my last long post, I felt a lil void. Perhaps it was also because my Mom stayed with me the longest this time and then she left. The void continued into another week when J was traveling and with new formed routines with N. Will talk about that in some other post..  Today there was an image that I came across and I was hooked to it.  It was a picture of a 'Keeper' .. A young..charming and full of grit girl posing as a 'Keeper' in the game of Roller Hockey. I didn't know her when I saw the pic for the first time.. Never knew what inevitable role the person plays who wears that gear.. But amongst all the images that N's Skating Coach sent on the parent group - this one struck out to be the most powerful one! See for yourself!  (PC - The beautiful and bright girl -Aastha & Sonia's Photography) What I felt ..  Her gear took most of the frame... still you can see her shining through! She knows she is being clicked, but she do

J and I are hooked to 2 songs from #URI. N tried resisting it cos we were playing it non-stop .. in loop!  Finally she gave in... Y'day evening when I was humming #BehChala - she is like - Can u please just play the song  already?? I am sick n tired of you humming it ...😌😆 As the phone played the beats of #Challa - her inquisitive mind started thinking about what I had told  her about URI.  This is the conversation that followed -  N - Mom, is URI real? Did it really happen?  Me - Yes beti. It really did.  N - So in real the soldiers sang these songs??? Me - Noo.. songs and dialogues are only in the movie. But the incident really took place. Terrorists  from Pak came in our country and killed our sleeping soldiers. It's against the rules. If in war its ok.  But soldiers are not supposed to kill unarmed people.   N - Do they get to sleep?  Me - Yes they do sleep in batches. At every point 1 batch of brave soldiers are on the fro

Remember the Art Mela that was orchestrated in the movie Taare Zameen Par?  I, J and my mom had the privilege to experience that in its full glory and charm at my daughter's school concert today.   The teachers and their team broke the monotony of performing in the auditorium and brought the thrill of performances in their own Open Air Amphitheater.  What a charming atmosphere we were welcomed to!  But wait - this sounds a little abrupt. Let me start from the last month or so when N began talking about the concert practice.  Initial days were the same old routine "Bore ho raha hai Mom.. Same old practice we have to do so many times.. Can I skip school today? etc etc. " (Honestly, even I was dreading less routine and more practice) It slowly progressed to exciting sharing of practice anecdotes. Toward the end of the month long practice sessions, her version had completely transformed to excitement, thrill and can't-wait-to-show-yo