Yog is about to celebrate his birthday this month. I was feeling all mushy about it when I realized, he is just a few years short of having his own cell phone and his own social media accounts. It then struck me that for the first time in his life, he will realize that not only is his mother a self proclaimed writer but also that more than half her stories are about him. I have no idea how he will fee about his private life being paraded on public platforms by none other than his own mother. Whatever his reaction might be, mine is pretty much planned, “I don’t…
Project Gyan Jyot Stories – 1
There is a boy, about 14 years old. Shy lad with a soft voice and a little hunch, like he is trying to disappear between his shoulders lest someone spots him. He barely speaks but when he does, he speaks calmly with a sense of control on his carefully measured words. He once told he me his hobby was reading so I started getting him books to read. I love reading myself and I have hundreds of books that a young boy, his age, will enjoy. Each day, I used to check with him whether he liked the book from yesterday. He would shyly nod his head. I would nudge…
Bees Saal Baad
Pavan and I celebrated our twentieth wedding anniversary recently. Like most loving couples out there, I wish I could write a sweet, rosy, gushy description of our wedded life and call him puppy names. Haaaah! But that’s not me and that’s not our story. The name of the horror thriller Indian movie, “Bees Saal Baad” suits more aptly to our journey together of twenty years. The thing about Indian Horror movies is that you tend to laugh more than you actually feel scared, so you get the idea why I chose this title. For those who don’t know, ours is an interstate or more appropriately cross country love marriage with…
The Annual Fever is Back
All children seem to be learning for the sake of getting good marks in the exam. Exams seem to be reason anyone learns. What if there were no exams? Would we stop learning?
I usually avoid long distance driving at night. I have a certain eye condition to blame for that. But then, one night post 12AM, my husband was feeling sleepy and since I was wide awake and fully alert, I decided to get behind the driving wheel. For a while, I drove at my own slow pace watching out for speed breakers/ motorists without end lights/ blind curves/ traffic coming on the wrong side/dogs/cats/et all. It is painful to drive long distance on slow motion anticipating unknown dangers, every second of the drive. Just when I was thinking there should be a better way to get through this, a small car…
Why Do We Cry Alone?
I came into the world crying Crying was my first words Crying I called you and crying I hugged you But today, I am afraid to cry in front of you Oh! Why do I cry alone? I don’t laugh alone I don’t celebrate alone I don’t holiday alone Then, why do I have to cry alone? Crying is important Crying is healthy Crying is natural Then why do I cry alone? You cry She cries He cries We all cry But why do we all cry alone? Why do we feel judged when we cry? Why do we feel weak when tears flow down our…
What do you do when you set out on a cross country, round trip drive spanning more than 2000 kms extending from Arabian Sea to Bay of Bengal and back? I don’t know what you do, but this is what I did. After I was done arguing, debating, justifying and negotiating with my family (co-passengers) I drove, I thought, I listened to music and I had some very ground breaking realizations. Sharing some of these soul stirring emotions on my blog: It is not just the beauty of the landscape or the smoothness of the road which make the journey memorable. More so, it is the unexpected bumps, speed breakers,…
Science Revision with Yog goes something like this: Example of Sedimentation When we make Pakoras in the house, after some time, small pieces of Pakoras settle down in the oil. This is called Sedimentation Example of Decantation After the small pieces of pakora have settled down, we pour out the oil. This is called Decantation Example of Filtration When we make tea, we use a Sieve to filter the team from tea leaves. This is called Filtration Example of Purification When we are making Green tea, we boil water. It kills all the pathogens in the water. This is called Purification. I am left with the following thoughts- Kitchen, indeed,…
Genes We Sow
I saw a picture of the cutest toddler running free Instantly, I saw the reflection of his Mom and his Dad in his profile Oh wow! I wondered What a fine balance of both genes he has picked up My nephew is doing some extraordinary work for a not profit My heart swells with pride when I think that he belongs to my gene pool Essentially, who we are, is a mix bag of genes that we have inherited Of course, our hard work, our lifestyle has a lot to do with how successful we become But there are some things that just come into being because of the…
We are off to an impromptu drive in the glistening night Yog: Mama, sit with me in the car Pavan: No. Mummy will sit with me Yog: No, I asked Mama first Pavan: But I already booked Mummy even before you were born Yog (asking me sheepishly): You had Love Wedding Mama? Me: Yes, we did Yog. Considering his odds of winning, Yog strikes a deal with his Dad. While going I will sit with Papa. While returning, I will sit with Yog. I can only stand on the road letting these two cute boys fight over me. Such a priceless feeling this is. Who cares where I get to…