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Scissors are dangerous in the hands of kids, but not in the way you think
A few years ago, I was enjoying some lighthearted conversations with a women acquaintances over dinner. When we first sat down at the table, conversation was limited to business, musical events, and latest shopping sales. As we twirled the wine glasses and picked on soft, juicy kebabs, conversation shifted to children. One of the women was a blogger, like me, so I hung on to each word that she said ( For some reason, I have this perception that people who blog are always more clear in their heads.) She had two daughters, one of whom had just entered her teens. Her pain was, therefore, the strongest and just waiting to flow in front…
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I will miss you!
Yog: Mama, please don’t go to office Mama: I have to go to office today. I have a meeting in office. Yog: I will also come to office with you. I will also sit in meeting. Mama: Yes Yog! When you grow big, you will go to office and meetings. Then, Mama will not go to office. I will stay at home. As soon as these words are out of my mouth, I feel a sharp pull at my heart. I realize that as Yog and Toyna grow big, our roles will be reversed. I will be at home, waiting for both of them to call me or come and meet me. But…
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Be Careful
I wave Goodbye to three year old Yog and tell him I am going to office. He comes running towards me, hugs my knees and says, “Be Careful Mama!” I reassure him that I will be careful, after all I have to come back home to him and his sister. As I walk down the street to my office, I muse to myself, how a simple “Good Bye” has been replaced with “Be Careful” in our minds. Not only adults, who read and digest news everyday, but young children like Yog can also sense that the world is not a safe place anymore. It doesn’t matter whether I am walking…
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Do you Own your Spouse?
” Do you own your spouse?” Rather, “Did you buy your spouse in the open market through bidding, betting or negotiating?” Well, in case you did buy your spouse, then you have every right in the world to own them. You have every right to dictate what they wear; what they eat; how much they sleep and how much they are supposed to earn. No questions asked! You sure must’ve paid a hefty price to own them, so you have every right, now, to control their lives. Needless to say, I pity those spouses who sold their pride, dreams and individual entity to be, from this day forward, called the spouse of XXX.…