Reflections Of A Desi Mom

  When is   Enough  really   Enough ?  When is the situation going to get under control for good?  When does the common man/woman/family feel ok ya it was enough - and now I don't have to go through that ordeal anymore?  But Wait!  We are the common people.. Since when we can ask questions or expect explanations?  We are only supposed to walk into those glum centers to press the buttons to caste our negligible vote!  I have always been dark and twisty by nature however, while raising a very curious daughter I have learnt to be a little more realistic.. And in spite of the constant physical pain, isolation, social distancing in the last year - I managed to keep my optimism. Believe in the fact that 1 day we will be free again. Free to step out without layers of masks and bottles of sanitizer in tow. And NO - I am not kidding myself.. I didn't expect that day would come as soon as the clock strikes 12 when the year changed.. But I certainl...

What happens when a blogger is not able to find enough words to express what they are feeling?  It means either something too tragic or extremely wonderful has happened!  Day before yesterday I knew I am going to have a great day because of how I felt and how I took the change in the calendar.. Done with 30s But little did I know I was in for not 1 - but many small n huge surprises!  Now, when you are a close knit nuclear family its difficult to keep secrets and plan out something different than routine - and when it comes to men doing it (hidden from wives ) - its even more difficult or so it seems.... 😎😜😆 Midnight Surprise -  We had just finished watching Indian Idol when my perky 9.5 yr old decided she is feeling sleepy and instead surprised me with a big huge dairy milk silk and balloons to welcome the clock striking 12!  It followed by family video call where I was reminded how it felt like just yesterday I was born in the middle of a chaos (in the city)...

Few hours on the clock and the decade will flip! Few hours and the calendar will show the D day and my 4th decade on this earth will be over.  The last time the decade changed for me I was pregnant with N and wishing I and J were not 7 samundar away!  This time I got my favourite kind of dresses stitched ..just the way I like it and went to pamper myself just a lil when I know N is soooo excited about my birthday.. More than anyone actually :-D   The stylist today was tempted to tell me to colour all my greys with the line of hair products he had shelved... But didn't.. perhaps thought its useless LOL...or rather I was too busy enjoying the beautiful playlist going in the background while he tamed my overflowing hair...                                        Am I undergoing a mid-life crisis trying to accept that I am turning 40??!!  Hell NO!  Even though I h...

When you have lots to share and don't know where to start you almost ramble...  I hope I do it a lil less today :-D 2020 has been all about Covid and its implications. But today I don't want to banter.. Instead I want to be thankful & grateful of the small joys and happiness that we re-discovered being in the comfort (sometimes cooped up) in our home. Thankful of having a home where we can see the world go from rushing - to silent - to running again. And thankful of having our precious sweetheart N who made this miserable year far less miserable for our existence.  We completed 15 years of married life last week.. and instead of a boring mundane Monday our whole day was busy discovering tiny beautiful surprises N arranged for us.  She clocked her alarm for 11.45 pm and woke up to surprise us with sweet Cadbury pack (that she saved since Diwali). And just when I thought I could kiss my husband Happy Anniversary while he blissfully snored - she woke us to atte...

  As a young married lady when I used to see daughter's of friends holding and cuddling their Barbies' amongst other toys - I used to cringe and wowed my future-child would never-ever-oh-so-never hold that skinny little thing ...leave alone play with it.  Aaah!! The perks of being a mother and that too of an incessant young girl - I just finished watching the latest Barbie movie -  Barbie Princess Adventure     Yup! You guessed it right - That's why I titled this  Never say Never !   No offense to #Mattel but I simply hated Barbie Dolls as a young school girl myself. I remember when my uncle living in a another country used to ask me if he wanted me to bring any toy for me - I used to tell him get books on the next trip instead. I think even then the materialistic world of plastic smiles, fake bodies and fashion clothing didn't interest me..just like it doesn't now.  As an aunt - I remember buying Barbies & accessories for my husband...

How are you today?  How are you dealing with the situation?  And no - I am not asking about how your city, neighborhood , society, school is handling the on-going crisis. The numbers keep increasing at some places and there's not much we can do except mind our own business and be extremely careful of not becoming a negative statistic ourselves.  I want to know how many of us ask each other and our own selves -  "How are you?" and  "How am I dealing with the side-effects of the pandemic?" While chatting with my girl friend gang I realized I am not the only 1 who looks forward to the night time peace and quiet these days. We all have our own ways of snooping around and squeezing some 'ME Time' for ourselves.  1 said she loves her clinic..Another said she misses her office.. Another 1 is leaning on to running everyday. My mom looks forward to her Online Yoga class where all she can think about is how further I can stretch and bend. Some days when I open my ...

When Ganeshji comes with an important lesson not only for your 9 year old but also for your own self, I feel the concept of the festival has risen above just customs!!  Due to Covid I was extremely scared of stepping out this time. Leave alone going and selecting a moorti in the rush of Pune's festivities. So the very first time I took the plunge and booked the moorti online.  After discussions n deliberations I chose 1 very subtle and very different than what we always get. Booked it and started visualising decor around the colors.  💙💖 Now came the flowers.  I couldn't think of anyway of getting the flower stock, sanitizing them and keeping them for pooja without spoiling them.  So turned to my very good friend H. She graciously agreed and made such pretty n beautiful flowers n garland out of paper.. I know they touch n feel different.. but in my heart I know I am trying to do the best in my ability for my family! And That was the 1st lesson for N.  📝 W...