Saturday, November 02, 2019

Taking a leaf out of Karan Johar's book

I have done a lot of stuff in the last couple of years, some I can recall, some I can't and a few I choose to forget. I have almost self diagnosed myself as in depression,(there are so many questionnaire online to trick you), I  have imagined myself suffering from all life threatening diseases(from cancer to tumor to .......)I have imagined losing near ones every few days (death to kidnapping ), you name it, I have imagined it. Let's accept on a positive side that I have had a fertile imagination(I still do) because i refuse to allow the pessimist in me to rise again. 

It enhanced post the birth of my second son( yes, you may congratulate me), when I chose to take a career break to raise him and settle the elder one in his first year at formal school. Now when you are away from adult companionship, you crave an intelligent conversation and in its absence, a smart phone becomes your BFF. This is a tricky situation when you start reading a lot online, believe me a  it leads to my kind of mental state. As I read stuff written by others , somewhere I started believing all that happening with me, my thinking process became influenced by what i read . It's then I realised the true power of words, and that made me sure, I wanted to restart the blog.

Now, I have never written fiction, all my blogs are related to me and people around me, but here i was in a self diagnosed worst mental state. So topics that came up were ....depressing. I took help from family but nothing excited me. One fine day, while surfing on FB... yep that's also my obsession at times( I love feeling bad when looking at happy pictures- now that's a dark blog topic) - I came across a quote by Karan Johar - (something on the lines of - I feel young because I have surrounded myself with young, positive people ...their energy keeps me forever young.  And the tubelight lit up - who has the best youngsters in the world around her - me, well my kids are under 5. So, what I thought was a reason for feeling low was actually my biggest strength. This is what happens when we start looking at things from others perspective all the time-  A result of reading a lot online.

Now is the time to pick up , dust and read my book, write a blog, become a kid with my little ones, and live with a smile as life has given me a lot to be grateful for.

P.S -The process isn't easy and fast - but then love will find its way. 

P.S 2 - My kids still manage to drive me crazy, one is sitting on the table eating chips and the other making his father dance on his tunes....

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

The craziness of February

Come February and social media goes crazy... each site turns romantic.

From clothes to dinners to getaways to gifts and what not. Each one wants you to declare that your relationship has so much to show. Somehow love, reality and feelings hide in a closet for a week and the social side comes out - gets dusted, painted and shined for the world to know you are the "in" couple. 

Lately I am getting tired of these out of the world contests on Facebook, wherein you answer with hashtags and tag your friends and you may win or those temporary profile pics. I belong to the old school of relationships -  If you have so much time...give it to your spouse ...partner.. . friend or family instead of tagging them...be with the one who means you the world.

Maybe I am cynical, maybe I would sound spoilsport but still -  Am I the only one who wishes to remove these contests?

Celebrate love...enjoy the Valentine week to the fullest...but spare me the updates... 

Or my husband might be facing a tough situation. You never know the practical me might get carried away with this growing fever and start expecting a public declaration from him. For him and many more( I think  majority of husbands) please save them from a nagging wife .

P.S - I love all the lovely photographs that my friends share....at times I get jealous , at times I wonder how do they manage to enjoy so much and at times I wish I had something so beautiful to share...


To all you beautiful people....may you be blessed and keep sharing it helps - specially while arguing with the husband. 

Thursday, December 15, 2016

My World Has Shrunk

There was a time, when I loved reading newspapers.
There was a time, when I craved for heated debates.
There was a time, when I was fascinated with political discussions.
There was a time , when I enjoyed getting into intellectual arguments.

O honey, my world has shrunk.
I now love reading my baby's expressions.
I crave for his babbling when he sleeps.
I get fascinated with his never ending curiosity.
I enjoy our alien language sessions.

This little two feet chimp has turned my life upside down,
I can't complain and don't want to frown.
O honey , my world has shrunk,
And I am loving it even more.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

The confused me

Over the last few months,
I wrote a lot of blogs.

Then discarded a few,
Hid some under the mat,
Bookmarked a couple and
Forgot about those left half written .

But when it came to posting even one,
I had my reasons for choosing none.

Either it was too personal
Or it lost the track.
I started to doubt each word,
And found the unseen cracks.

What have I done to myself,
As I pondered one fine day.

I see a new trait within me
And I don't like it at all.
It does not make me happy ,
I am confused a lot.

Am I craving for acceptance of my blogs,
Or just vary of expressing what I feel.
Somewhere along the journey,
The writer in me lost her zeal.

Dear me...help me find the lost part...
The happiness in writing
The complete blog...
The confused me is scratching her head...
Did I just write something sane
Or is it again mess?

Friday, March 18, 2016

Kamli

“Kamli” that’s what my nanu used to call me or calls me as my heart still refuses to accept that it will never happen again.

My nanaji , maternal grandfather or daddy as we call him,is/was one of the gentlest souls I have ever seen in my life. All he ever spread in his life is/was goodwill and blessings. It is because of the same that everyone who knew him smiles when they talk about him.

I have not been to his house since he left us, maybe that way a tiny part of my heart is keeping him alive for me. Maybe if I don’t go , he would call and say in his usual tone ‘ Kamli, kab aayegi?’ And I would give the same reply , “jaldi…dukh sukhh bantne.”

It’s not easy to accept that you will never call me again Daddy…
It’s not easy to accept that nobody will call me kamli again…
It’s not easy to accept that I will never see you again…
It’s not easy to accept that we will never see your innocent smiles…
It’s not easy to accept that you would never (fake)scold us for making ruckus at midnight..

In truth daddy it’s not easy to accept you are not there…

There will never be call when I would hear…”Kamli, kab aayegi?”


P.S – I went to his place …. Unable to accept he isn’t there…finally made some sort of peace with myself.


Though you will always be missed, though there always will be a place empty in the family photograph…but Daddy we will remember you with a smile because that’s what you gave all of us and keep in mind that you never held a grudge..so though I am upset with you for leaving us…no grudges…

Rest in Peace Daddy, your family is safe and blossoming in the blessings you send our way.


Kamli – an endearing way of calling a girl “slightly mad or carefree”.