Recite

 

I knew what to recite today. It was his favourite song. A hymn from my school almanac. Every time I sang it brought a smile and a tiny tear to his eye. Maybe he liked it as much as I did. The high notes of this hymn did agree with me ,without my voice going into a shiver. So we waited , me and my sister for the evening and for him to return from work. A daily competition between me and my sister of who will sing the best tonite. And the judge being my Papa .

We waited for him to change and settle. For him to finish his dinner with the daily dose of his news at 9 took 30 minutes.

We never recited together. Our voices never matched and still don’t . She wanted to go first and I would always let her. Thinking the last song I sang would garner more praises and would have a good recall value. Or so I thought !

She sang, she was good today and It was my turn now.

I sang with all my heart, I sang to take his tiredness away  so his day would end on a sweet happy note. I sang with reverence in my heart for the one who was out for 12 hours a day. Never took a day off . He who had 3 shirts and 6 days of work. He who never shouted on us a single day. He who had no demands . He who was and is still a pillar of strenght.  He must smile throughout my song today and a tiny tear in his eye would mean he is touched, and that would be my medal for tonite.

The song ended. He called us both to hug us and pat us on our back. We were hoping for his verdict on who was the best amongst us. But like each day he said  “ How lovely you two sing , Very good, very beautiful songs, thank you for singing for me.”

We both wanted to know who was the best singer from papa but he never said , never compared. As we both lay in bed she said “ I think I was better today” and I argued “ No, I was”. As I closed my eyes I thought which song would I recite tomorrow for my dad to be the best. But the verdict till date remains the same and He still is the best dad.

Mom, You seriously need to change !

Mom’s Life !

 

I have two boys. The elder one is almost touching 14 and the younger one is rolling towards being an 8. Of course motherhood has changed me completely and it has been an overwhelming experience till now . I have been a hands-on mom from the day they were born.With no help around, I juggled my postpartum, diaper saga, baby food, vomits their massages & baths and every milestone alone. I believe that I have evolved and grown beautifully as a Mom and as human being more so after becoming a Mother.

All was well and I thought I was doing pretty well as a mom as I continued to nurture them in my own sweet ways, till about recently when my teenaged son threw a few bombs at me. This happened – one fine day while I was serving him lunch, he asked me nonchalantly  “Why can’t you be and behave like the other moms ?” Me under the shock of his statement had no clue what he meant, as till now I felt I was good at my craft and was doing well, but suddenly I felt like a failure !

So I sat down next to him focusing not to lose my cool and asked him to elaborate so I could decipher the hidden meaning of his statement. He rattled off like a road runner as if he has been waiting to ask / tell me all this.

He started by saying “I don’t thing other moms behave or do stuff like you do mom” ! and I was like Okaaaay ! NO ? Really ? LIKE WHAT ?? And then came out a long list of the things which me as a mom should not be doing at all.

 Not -to -do -list as per my elder son ! 

Why can’t you stop giving us these weird lovey dovey names which make no sense and just call us with our real names instead?

Why do you also need to have fun with the bubble wrap that we lay hands on ?

Why do you keep dancing around the house with your iPod and don’t care about what if someone is watching you?

Why do you steal our chocolates and candies ?

Why do you pounce on us in bed and cuddle and tickle us whenever you fancy?

Why do you sing for us loudly using all those weird names ?

Why do you have to be so friendly with my friends when you meet them? That’s why I don’t get my friends home often.

Why do you call my name and wave good bye and throw flying kisses as I board the school bus?

Why do you come to the bus stop at all? I am big boy and don’t need an escort.

Why do u keep putting ghee in my Rajma-Chawal,Dal-Chawal ? Though it tastes yummy but I don’t want to turn fat like you ! Ouch ..

Why do u make funny faces and make me laugh while my tuition class is on?

Why do you keep checking my phone?

Why do you pretend you know nothing and ask me help you to download something for you when I know you know it all ?

Why can’t you be serious like other moms?

Why are you fat and short and not slim like the other Moms around. I am embarrassed to get my friends home.  Double Ouch! That did hurt.

Hmm time to ponder . My boy wants me to change me and my ways of showing love. I gave him a tight hug and said that I am going to seriously think on these points . Contended he went back to his room and left me reeling under the thunderous effect of his TED Talk ! He doesn’t like me doing all this ? Really ? I am fat ? so fat that  he is now embarrassed ? ?

And So, it was time for some real thinking and a glass of chilled wine .

The wine did good to my serotonin and I understood his point of view. He was growing and having his own tussle of being called my baby and a young boy now… Of course he doesn’t appreciate my PDA  (Public Display of Affection) anymore ..He doesn’t like me pulling his cheeks anymore .. How I wish I could tell him to soak in this love of mine for a little more time before he leaves my abode in pursuit of higher education and knowledge to far away lands.. Sigh ! We never know what destiny holds for us. So why don’t we stop rushing and slow down and live each day to its fullest today. Any which ways one day he will have to move away from me for the sake of learning or earning. Wish I could change/edit the list on his mind and excuse myself.

So do you think I should abide by all his rules and surrender and change my ways …?

Nah ! I don’t think so.. So I sat down to explain a few things to him. The name tags given to you originate from the deepest love and affection I have for you..Your chocolate that I share is because i want to prepare you to pay Income Tax in the future. The extra ghee in your food is so that you grow healthy and strong. I check your phone as I need to know what are you upto. I make funny faces to cheer you up during your tiring and sometimes boring tuition classes and it sure does bring a smile to your face. I wish to make your friends feel at home and so the little chat with them is important at times.The goodbyes will keep happening till you make it a point to say a polite bye on your own as you board the bus. So basically things are going to be stay pretty much the same but one thing that is going to change in that list is your concern on the way your mom looks. Though I know what a lazy procrastinator I can be when it comes to working out but I understood your outlook on this and I promise to be a fitter-slimmer mom for you so that you don’t feel embarrassed any more.

But till that time let’s make more wonderful memories for you. Let me keep sharing more stories with you about my childhood and growing up years and my amazing episodes of success & failure and tales of my childhood masti and legend adventures. These things which I do is to only make you smile and I hope you will fondly remember all my silly tactics that made you smile as you were growing up. Please remember how cool and chilled out your mom was . My only endeavour now is to be a friend to you that just being a mom so you could confide in me anytime.

I think he understood that cause that night as I was tucking him in bed with his favourite comforter he asked me to sit beside him and share one more incident from my childhood and he also did let me stroke his hair that night. And as I watched him slip into a sweet slumber I smiled at his innocence and love for me . And tomorrow it’s time to keep up the promise and hit the gym with a vengeance.

 

Is Suicide = Heaven ! !

 

This life is a gift for some and a burden for a few. How you perceive it as whether as a gift or burden depends upon many factors.The most important factor is your innate nature that you carry with you.This innate nature is not influenced by the DNA you got from your parents or your upbringing. This innate nature is you, purely you and the nature of your soul that you have been carrying for perhaps many decades now. This innate nature makes someone a fighter, a giver, a doer, an achiever, a go-getter, Or a loser, a taker, a cynic, gullible, a pessimist. Which category you fall into decides your course in life and the same decides how you well or poorly you will live your life. 

A recent news about Arjun Bhardwaj, the 24-year-old student who jumped off the room on the 19th floor of Hotel Taj Lands End in Mumbai,has been doing the rounds.What was going on in his head ? ! He was the son of a business man, supposedly a well to do family. The boy checked into Taj using his credit card, recorded a tutorial of his suicide act. The reason for suicide in the newspapers was depression due to failure in college. What was wrong with this boy ? Just because he could not accept failure so he decided to end his life ! 

⦿According to the WHO suicide data over 800,000 people die due to suicide every year and there are many more who attempt suicide. In fact every suicide is an encouragement for those who are contemplating this act in their minds as the survey says there are indications that for each adult who died of suicide there may have been more than 20 others attempting suicide.

⦿Each day in our nation, there are an average of over 5,240 attempts by young  children between grades 7-12.

⦿ According to the International Suicide Statistics – On average,1 person dies by suicide every 40 seconds somewhere in the world.               

⦿1.8% of worldwide deaths are suicides.

⦿ The Global suicide rates have increased 60% in the past 45 years.

Reading all these facts and data there are questions that hover in my head about all those people who try to commit suicide. Under what circumstances did they do it ? Was there not even a single moment of happiness in their life to latch on to life? Were they expecting something different than we normally expect from life ? Did they talk about their state of depression with anyone? Did anyone around them tried to approach them or counsel them? Was it the fault of a bad parenting ? What was their mental state that led them to a decision like this one ? Do they feel life after death to be more colourful than this one? Did they feel life as hell and hoped to find heaven on the other side? Where did they finally reach ? Heaven ! ?  

I can’t comprehend ending life this way.Is it merely the lack of courage to face the ups and downs of life Or is it because one expects too much from life? Who is to be blamed ? The parents for not teaching the required life skills to the child or the child ? Do the sufferings really end after a suicide when they finally enter heaven?

Oh! but wait ..Isn’t this Heaven ? ! ?

“I have always believed that Heaven and hell both are present on this earth and all around us. There is no Heaven or Hell up there. Its all in here. Within us . Around us. There are so many ways I find happiness and it feels like heaven. The first gentle breeze that touches my face as I open the windows early morning, the sweet singing of the nightingale, the first ray of sunlight that passed through my body, the morning hug from my husband, the forceful cuddles the I give my kids, the first sip of my morning tea, the people I meet  and greet throughout the day. There is music and happiness everywhere and all around. I feel blessed to feel all this every day. I do have my drag days for sure, I have my days when I want to shout out loud and bite everyone who gets on my nerves,  but hey those days are limited to specific cycle and holds true for every women. There are more days of pleasantness and gratitude”.

 

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The power of living our lives lies in belief. On the belief that All Is Well..if not , All is going to be well soon. The Belief of not giving upon yourself. To share our thoughts and emotions with our loved ones.To not shy away from breaking down and crying. Cry out loud or shout from roof tops, vent your stress or anger- let it pour. Talk and share. Believe that you have the power to heal yourself and set things right. Believe that the one you call God is listening.Stay Positive always.

What would be the difference between a person who knows exuberance and one who does not? Why one person is happy and gives more to life whereas one trying to take away this very life? Why ones perspective is always positive and hopeful while the other is always complaining and yearning for sympathy? I believe it’s the Innate nature. Upbringing and a congenial environment do play a role in shaping up a personality and bring about a positive perspective on life. 

For the children : Share with your parents all your worries and turmoils. They are your BBF. Don’t be scared of being a failure.Its completely alright to fail in life. Dust yourself. Move forward in life. 

For the Parents : Strike a conversation with your child. Listen, but don’t judge. Do NOT label your child. Act as a friend more often than just a parent. 

As it is life is short and its ticking away. This world is beautiful and a happy heaven. Let’s hang on. And when we finally reach our end the natural way I am sure God is gonna ask us all –

                                 “ So, How was Heaven down there ?” 

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