Wednesday, 10 April 2019

Trust

It was raining that day...
I was walking to my home...
I met him on my way...
And thought to take to my abode.

Suddenly the raindrops sounded fierce
The thunders were loud and scary..
I held him tight and closed his ears..
To calm him and make him cosy.

Waiting for the rain to stop..
We sat under the big huge trees..
Every moment praying to the God..
He saw me with trust in his eyes.

The rain stopped, we came back home..
He still hugged me tight, not letting me go...
I said 'dear puppy, you are safe and sound'
For the world outside is locked and gone.

Thursday, 14 March 2019

Fifi's Kitty - Part 2

I heard her crying..
They were shouting..
I wanted to go outside..
But had to be inside..
As mama said...to sleep..
But somehow I tried to peep..
They were talking something...
But I could hear nothing...
I could no more hear her voice..
So I went to sleep without noise.
The next day, I saw sunlight...
I ran down to hug her tight...
I found her lying..in pool of blood...
They said that she is dead...
'She had become wild'...they whispered..
She could have been dangerous..they said
I closed my eyes to feel her pain...
When she was being hit..by the insanes
Tears rolled down my eyes...
Now I shall never hear her sweet voice..
She was a small little cat....
How could she become bad?
Why do the elders become so harsh..
Who gave them right to punish so hard??


Sunday, 17 February 2019

Fifi's Kitty

They said the woods are tall and deep...
So much so that even sun can't peep..
But I have to find my kitty...
No one helps me and I am feeling pity.

I know she is all alone and scared...
The darkness shall make her more afraid...
And so I decide to go alone and find her...
Will hug her tight and then pamper.

My bag is ready...my torch is on..
The darkness of the woods shall be gone
'Where are you my darling'
This is how I keep her calling.

'Oh my little one, there you are sitting..
Trembling in the cold with the winds blowing
Sitting beneath the crushed leaves..
Here I am to take you with me.

I took her in my hands and hugged..
She felt my body's warmth...
Together we came out in the sunlight...
Never to be separated again, holding each other tight.






Wednesday, 13 February 2019

She asked...

Will you be my valentine?
She asked...

The day I saw you..
Your beauty mesmerised me..
The day you held me in your arms...
Your warmth completely surprised me...

The day you came closer to me..
I fell in love with your fragnance...
You said you shall be back in a while...
But I didnot want to take a chance....

I wanted to fall in love with you...
I wanted you to love me...
One day the world would collapse.
But we shall be till eternity...

For you are 'me'
The woman inside...
I keep falling in love with you...
As you are my only pride..

So I shall be mine..
This day of Valentine...


Wednesday, 6 February 2019

Mirror O' Mirror

Mirror mirror..how do I look?
'Like the unused...unturned..dusty book... That lies on the shelf since years and years....
My dear women...that is how u look...

'Then let me turn the pages...
Remove the dust and give it a shine..
Since it is lying for ages..
Let me read and make it mine....

It has a story..of a woman...
So young...so charming..full of life...
So innocent...so determined...
Who gets married and becomes a wife.

A new chapter to start....
A new family waiting to embrace...
How she has made this place...
A HOME with her radiance.

She is present everywhere, every corner of the house...
Dancing, walking, singing...all day long.... Filling the vaccum in everyone's life....
No morning starts without her sweet song.

And one day she becomes a mother....
Look at her beauty...O Mirror!!!
And the angel in her arms....
A heaven on earth it seems..O Mirror!

The clock ran...the needles moved....
And she in her little cosy world...
Was all happy and contended....
Until a tragedy struck one day..

O Mirror...such a sad chapter!!!
Life betrayed her and took her charm...
She fell down and broke her leg and arm.

What a trauma..what an attack....
But she still smiled and looked beautiful... Believing in her world that she had build... That everyone shall be soulful.

Time passed...no songs were heard...
She lay on her bed...so silent and lost..
Was she the same woman O'Mirror...?
All alone and crying almost.

Where is her world of love??
That she had created and nurtured....
Was her identity lost??
In a never ending search.

But let me now clean my face....
Stand for self and show my grace....
And not become an unused book...
Mirror O'Mirror....that is how I want to look....

Let me be the way I wanna....

Do I look Dusky…… Or am I fair white…… Whatever it is…..I don’t care….
But I shall have my way right………
My torn jeans……. My Pierced eyebrow….. Why does it bother u Mom??
After all it gives ME a GLOW!!
My colourful streaks…
My long hair with a pony…….
Why do you get annoyed Dad??
After all I look classy!
My rusty sandals….
My low waist pants…..
I look cool I know………
Let it go like this..Mom and Dad
My short skirt…my tank top..
My hot pants…my high heel…
Let me be the way I wanna….
Mom and Dad ….just chill
Why should I sit straight??
Why can’t I relax??
Why can’t I make noise while eating??
It’s all so Irritating…
Let me sleep till noon…
Let me not brush everyday….
Let me howl at seeing the moon….
Let me be bad and NOT GOOD always……. Sometimes you make be older like you.... Sometimes a kindergarten child.....
"Mom and Dad"...you yourself are so confused!!!
So stop making me go wild!!!
Let me be the way I am….
Let me plan my life….
Mom and Dad..
I really Luv U
So TRUST me and just be by my side…..

Monday, 21 January 2019

Even the kids need some space

It was a beautiful winter morning. Our daughter was 18 months old then. After having our breakfast, my husband suggested to go to the nearby park with our daughter. I agreed and got her ready. She wore a beautiful pink cardigan, that was her dad's favourite. And we went to the park. As soon as we reached there, my daughter just slipped out my arms and started running on the grass..we could see the joy on her face. She was running here and there..shouting, playing with her ball, laughing...we just sat on a bench and saw her enjoy. And then she saw a muddy area and ran towards it, till the time my husband would have caught her..she was already in there..making a splash!! Gosh..that was a scene to see.. My husband shouted " Baby..come out of that, that is not hygienic...your dress shall get ruined." And I was laughing to my fullest... He came and said " Why are you laughing? That is such a costly cardigan..and that mud is not at all good and safe for her. Just look at her..what has she done to herself."
I calmed him down and said "Dear husband, just see her face and her joy. And nothing else. This is the first time she has come into contact of earth. Let us GIVE HER SOME SPACE and let her enjoy to her fullest. You shall see the difference in her when she she is back home". And that entire day she was so happy, did not make any fuss while eating, slept peacefully...
Just as we as an individual want some space, want to have some fun, want to break certain boundaries, want to be alone and spend time ..similarly our kids also. We should always remember that our children are also a growing individual, having their own thoughts, beliefs, habits. And so, to nurture them in a way they do not becoming defensive, we as parents need to give them some space.And I believe that there is no harm in it. Just try these few things with your child once or twice fortnightly..and you shall see the difference..
You can fix the days in consultation with your child;
1. Let them enjoy watching their favourite programmes on TV any day that they chose.
2. Let them follow their own routine (Like waking up late, not havin breakfast, and all the daily chores) on any two holidays in a month
3. Let them eat what ever they want on any of the Sundays that they chose.
4. Let them hear loud music, dance, shout, whatever they want to..on any of the days they chose..
5. And if they permit, join them in their gang and enjoy.
6.Leave them alone if they want to be, they shall themselves come back to you to tell.
This can be applied and modified according to the age group. It shall be tough at the beginning..but then we shall see our children coming close to us, follow our routine and time table, listen to us and shall not be very fussy.. The bottom line is that we should try giving space to our children for nurturing a healthy parent child relationship.

Wednesday, 2 January 2019

My Secret Diary # newyearresolution

Recently my daughter purchased a diary from a near by mela. That's a secret diary because it has a password to unlock it. She was writing something on 1st of January this year. Once done, she showed it to me and I saw that she has written 'I love you Mama and Papa'. I kissed her and thought, her world starts with us and ends with us. She asked me if I also have a secret diary and some secret written in it? Her question triggered my thoughts, I remember having a small pocket diary as a kid. I always wrote my new year resolutions in that and used to show to my bestie. I still remember few of my resolutions, 'i will not eat chocolates', 'i will not watch TV', 'I shall never fight with my friends', 'I shall always share my comics and toys' and like every other child,  had cheat days and my resolution broke with a promise to myself that next year I shall surely adhere to them. Time passed and I entered adulthood. But my habit of maintaing diary remained same and never changed. Every year I bought a new diary and my first day of the year started with my new resolutions. Sometimes a 10 items to do list, sometimes 20 and some times 1. I started to tick those that I adhered to the whole year. Some more time passed and the world got shrinked to technology with smart phones. I was now a working professional but my habit of writing resolutions remained same, some colleagues laughed and called kiddish, some followed me, but I remained hooked to my habit.
One beautiful evening I became a mother, and I got engrossed in the motherhood journey. I forgot everything, I forgot myself. I left my job, became an author, a blogger, but sadly I forgot my habit of writing diary and making resolutions. And with this habit, I left doing my self introspection. I felt very sad when I looked back my last 6 years. Where was I? What all I loose? What all I gained? Did I improve or I was just lost in the world of duties and responsibilities?
I quickly opened my drawers and cupboards to find a diary and was lucky to get one old but untouched diary. That afternoon I sat to write my secrets and at the end showed it to my daughter who was my budding bestie. She read it loud...the most beaitiful thing that happened to me is my daughter and every year I shall try to keep the beauty as it is.

Thursday, 27 December 2018

The Watsapp Love

The cold white snow..
The thrill of the chilly winds..
The sunlight's gleamy glow..
With a hot cup of coffee..
Thru the panes of the window...
Wrapped in your arms...
Your shoulders and their warmth...
On my waist are your hands...
And the whisper of your breath....
I read your watsapp message..
Feeling you beside me..
I long for the day to see you again..
I wait to hug you again..
Thru the winters, the summer and the rain...
Tears trickle down...with a smiling pain...

Friday, 21 December 2018

Year end Reward...When the going gets tough, the tough gets going

I wrote this blog of mine at the starting of 2018, lest aware that this shall become the Top 10 most loved blogs among 18000blogs posted at Momspresso (biggest parenting platform in India) and getting featured on their FB page...is no less than a dream come true as a blogger. Join me in this journey of mine....
When a woman becomes a mother, she forgets the entire world. Her only world is her 'child'. Her hobbies, passion, dreams, everything goes for a small nap till one day she realises that she has 'moretome', in addition to all other roles that she exhibits in her daily life, and this is what happened to me also. Here goes my story.
Our daughter was only 8 months old when my husband was transferred to Dubai. He tried to cancel the order but I insisted that he should go as it was a golden opportunity for him. I was not ready to move along with him to Dubai with a small child, also, my career was booming and I was earning in 5 figures. So I decided to stay back in India till our daughter turned 2+.
I never wanted to leave my job but being an ambitious person, I decided to explore the international market and thought that the family shall be together. So we flew to Dubai when my daughter turned 2years.
All my excitement of an international market started fading away when I was not able to get a job as per my requirement. I was rejected on the basis of being not versed in UAE labour laws. And with the passing time, the break in my career was also increasing.
It was about a year since we had moved there and I was jobless. I was very disheartened that I was not getting any job of my calibre. I was not able to accept my rejections. Day by day my morale was getting low. I was not able to believe that once an outstanding performer in a big organisation in India, is now hunting for a job. I felt like a loser. I longed to see the 5 figures again in my account. I started getting impatient and decided to return back to India again. I was very confident that I shall get a job in my country. My husband tried to make me understand that I should have patience and wait for some more time. But I was not ready. 
Since his contract was valid for two more years, he could not come back before that. So I and my daughter came back to our hometown. And my hunt began. I was pretty sure that within days I shall get a job. But to my surprise, I was struggling here in India also. 
The interviewers used to ask me " how shall you manage your child without your husband? You have dependent parents. We shall not be able to grant you leaves frequently" and some used to say " oh..you have two years of career break. You are not updated with the latest tools of HR. How shall you cope up? 
I got shocked. I had worked as an HR Manager and had interviewed many such Moms who are returning to work after a break. But I had never asked such embarrassing questions. Is being a Mom an end to a female's career? Why is she asked questions such as who shall take care of the child? Why aren't the men asked such questions? Does a Mother become so helpless after a childbirth that people sitting in big organisations think she is useless? 
But I did not lose hope. I tried for freelancing jobs, work from home, but nothing was working out. I even started to apply to schools. But to my surprise again, the schools said that I did not have the required qualification and so I cannot teach. Since I am not a Montessori trained teacher, I cannot even join a Montessori. How disgusting was that? A mother who is the first teacher of her child is asked for a degree to teach other kids. Frustration started engulfing me again. I became aloof from the society. Stopped taking calls from my friends. All my colleagues with the same experience as that of mine were excelling in there careers, and I was not even getting a job. I started feeling useless. 
And one day, at an event at my daughter's school, parents were asked to do something creative they could. I could not think of anything, so I picked up my pen and then and there wrote a poem 'If I would not have been a girl......' my feelings and emotions all came out through that poem. It was very much appreciated at the event. I could not believe that I could write so beautiful. 
This gave me a trigger as to why was I running after a job, I remembered how I always used to write poems, stories, speeches, dramas and a lot during my school and college days. How creative I was during those days. How could I forget that my creative writing landed me to work in one of India's leading Advertisement Firm? And I had won lots of prizes also. But all those got buried somewhere...deep under the workload of an HR Manager...beneath my motherhood...lost in the fast life. When I told this to my husband, he suggested me to write blogs. And I landed on the platform of Momspresso (earlier mycity4kids). My first poem was published by them. I could not hold on to my tears when I started to count the likes...the comments...everything was just incredible. I called up my husband and just cried and cried. 
He said..now you got to know what you have and had more to you? And I started to share my experiences in momspresso. Got recognised as a blogger. I developed my own site and currently write on many other topics apart from parenting. My creativity encouraged me to form a startup. And today I am a proud owner of a small start-up dealing with exclusive Indian handicrafts.
And all through these dips and rises, never ever did I neglect my daughter nor my duties towards her. 
It is said and I now believe that life gives us a second chance to live our passion.

Today I have my lost confidence back that a mother can do wonders no matter what the world thinks. Today I am a published author, a recognised blogger and a creative writer. I know this may sound quite small, but I win as a mother and as a woman.


Wednesday, 19 December 2018

The College Love

She stayed in the hostel and he was a local of that place. It was the first day of the college, she walked towards the Commerce department, he stood at the gate, she said "excuse me" and passed by, he just stared her thru the edges of his eyes.

"Hey you hostelier, you should greet us, we are your seniors" he said smiling.

Silently she just turned towards him and smiled. Something was there in her smile, why he couldn't speak a word? Why he kept staring her? She stood up from her bench and walked up to him "I came from another state to study here thinking that I shall not feel alone and have friends, but alas..I got only seniors" and she went back to her seat.

He was silent and dumb. Day ended and she was about to leave when he held her hands from behind "I promise to be your friend forever, never to leave u alone".

It's 20 years, both sat on their couch remembering their first meeting. Yes, he has held her hands never to leave and both hugged their little angel... 

Sunday, 9 December 2018

माँ



मां आज तुम बिन ये घर इतना सूना क्यों ?
क्यों तुम्हारी जाने का एहसास इतना खलता है?
आज ना जाने क्यों रह रह के
तुम संग बिताया बचपन याद आता है

कितना लड़ती मैं तुम दोनों स
कितना खरा खोटा सुनाती थी
मां तुम फिर भी हंस के गले लगाती
और पापा समोसा खिलाते थे ।

गई तो तुम बस पल भर के के लिए हो
लेकिन लगता है जैसे अरसा हो गया
देर ना करो बस अब लौट आऔ
कि कहीं आंखों से आंसू ना बहने लगे मां

मां आज तुम बिन ये घर इतना सूना क्यों?




Saturday, 1 December 2018

ऐ दोस्त

ऐ दोस्त आओ थोड़ा बैठे हम
इस खामोश पल के शोर में...
हवाओं की भीड़ में.....
क्या है क्या नहीं सब भूलकर..
चुपचाप यूँही बाहर तकते हुए...
वक्त की ना कोई दस्तक हो...
ना कोई बुलाने वाला हो..
जी लें आज ये पल बस...
ऐ दोस्त आओ थोड़ा बैठे हम।

Sunday, 25 November 2018

Henry and Mama

She kept weeping in the dark. The warmth of her tears melted the white Christmas snow on the cemented ground. Why after so many years I had to face this situation...she thought in herself and tears kept rolling.
'Mama you are here and I have been searching for you since evening' little Henry stood in front of her.
'My child, my son, I am so sorry, I am not a good mother. I lied to you, this is a sin that I have committed' she said with a heavy heart.
'Mama, you never lied to me. You always wiped my tears when I cried, you always laughed with me, you scolded my friends who made fun of me, you take care of me and give me my warm hugs, you are the best Mama in this world. Let's go home, daddy is waiting' Henry hugged her tight and tried to make her comfortable.
'No son, I won't, I broke the promise, but believe me it was all unintentional. I never wanted you to know the truth and break the promise that I had made to your dad, now I have lost both of u' she kept weeping.
'You didnot break the promise darling, it was all God's will and it happened. Me and Henry are incomplete without you. It is good that Henry got to know who was Martha. He is a big boy now and understands everything. Martha gave birth to him, but you have nurtured him like a flower, he is your son only. Come honey, let's go home' she could hear her husband's voice and feel the warmth in his voice, he was kneeling down in front of her.
She couldnot stop herself and hugged both of them.
They lighted candles and offered flowers on Martha's grave just like every year. It was Christmas and Henry's 10th birthday. 

Yes I am a Girl



If I would not have been a GIRL….

Life would have been so different…….

No door to stop me…..no Clock to guard me……

No relation to worry about…….

No one to remind me “hey you are a GAL”………

No one to stare me at………..

No taking scarfs & dupattas…………

No dad & brothers for my guard……………

No chik chik of parents to make me mad………….

No attendance in kitchen 24*7………………

No In Laws to treat as real parents…………

No cumin home early from office & Party………….

No one to say that my habits are dirty…………….

No one to look me a “PREY”

“Girl u better be at home” as they say………..

But then YES…I am a girl……….

A Mother, a wife, a daughter, a colleague, a bahu………

A home to take care and attend an Office too……….

I am a doctor at home, a cashier on 1st of every month………..

A chef in the kitchen and manager when needed………..

I don’t have any off days ……….

I am found in kitchen even on holidays………….

Early to rise and late to BED…………

That is how my day ends……….

 BUT....

HEY PEOPLE even I have a heart…….

I do cry alone…………

Feel like taking a break…………

Lots of agony and tons of pain……….

But all in my heart and never to be shown…………

I am blamed for all the mishappenings………..

And I am always the victim……….

STILL I STAND AND START AFRESH

COZ………..I AM A GIRL AND NO NONSENSE……………."

Tuesday, 20 November 2018

A Tribal Conclave - Talent that needs recognition

When I left my small town Noamundi Iron Mines in Jharkhand to pursue my dreams and aspirations, I had never thought that my culture and my state would call me back to witness an absolute mindblowing programme called 'Samvaad - A Tribal Conclave'. The whole concept of Samvaad is to bring different tribal groups of India and abroad at one place, where they exhibit their talent to the mass. Organised by Tata Steel in the lush green field of Gopal Maidan of Steel City Jamshedpur, this conclave is under tight security, drone cameras, volunteers, acute cleanliness and hygiene with separate washrooms. Use of bottles was prohibited and one had to either carry a bottle or drink from the tap.
Be it their cuisine, medicines, handicrafts, costumes or they themselves, every tribe brings with them their unique identity. Why a conclave of Tribes? To answer this question, let's walk through Samvaad. The entire exhibition was mesmering, but my eyes got stuck on the handicraft items brought by these tribes.
I knew jute is a wonderful item but when I saw the Jute handicrafts, I was left dumbstruck. Tribals from Birbhum (West Bengal) had brought masterpieces made of paperpulp base and jute over it. They had items such as flower vase, Lord Budhha, penstand, horses and many more home decor items. The perfection in their work is not only worth appreciating but also keeping them in our homes. Every stall was decorated with their handicraft items, narrating the story of their culture and existence, with their uniqueness and perfection. Naming them below:
Paddy Jewelleries from Birbhum by Shantal Tribe
Organic Soaps, creams, litions, mosquito repellants by Sumi Tribe, Nagaland
Sheep fur items and copper items from Ladakh by Bota Tribe
Lah Bangles from Jharkhand
Home Decor items by Kondh Tribe, Odisha
Bamboo Craft by Maurya Tribe, Chattisgarh
Wood Craft by Santhal Tribe, Jharkhand
Cane products, stolls, shawls, woollem items from Ladakh, Himachal Pradesh, Shillong, Naga Jewelleries all under one roof.
To add more to the flavour paintings of different art forms were also present such as Saura Art from Odisha, Oraon and Gond Art from Madhya Pradesh, Warli Art from Maharashtra,
My next stop were the medicinal stalls where tribes from Srilanka, Mexico, South Africa and Uganda were present alongwith Indian tribes from different states. These international tribes brought with them century old medicines derived purely from herbs, trees, plants, flowers.
Four Doctors from Srilanka with expertise in Snake bite treatment, bone setting, astrology were present with their medicines and giving advise to the people present over there.
His Majesty Bekano from Cameroon was himself present to share his wide knowledge of tribal therapies and medicines. I bought a herbal tea from Jharkhand Stall that was a mixture of different types of herbs, is said to cure paralysis, cancer, and even gynaecological problems.
And when the guests get tired after purchasing the stuffs, the aroma of tribal food is enough to attract them towards the food stall. The food was being prepared there only and served hot to the guests. The evening follows with cultural programme where different tribal groups show their dance forms. The evening becomes so colourful and full of happy vibes and energy that it is difficult to leave and go.
Be it an Indian tribe or International Tribe, their fight is for their recognition that is being lost because they are not getting their recognition that they deserve. Today when we talk about Ayurvedic medicines, we end up in spending lots of money buying them. But who are real source for these medicines? It is our tribes. Be it the dreaded disease cancer, asthma, jaundice, arthitris, they have herbs to cure for every disease.
It is their art that is originally being made by them but sold at exorbitant price in the market and intetnationally.
Samvaad was an eye opener for me to see amd appreciate the real talent hidden somewhere. These tribes are the real creators and healers who deserve to be recognised by the world. Organised every year in the month of November for 5 days, this tribal conclave is a must visit and make their talent reach to other parts of country and abroad.












Saturday, 17 November 2018

Birth of a Writer

When I walked thru the lanes of life....

I wanted to smile...I found you smiling...
I wanted to dance..  I saw you going crazy...
I wanted to cry....I kept weeping on you...
I wanted to shout..I shouted on you...
I wanted to give a hug...and I hugged you...

I kept coming to you..
and you never said 'no'...
Rather gave me a reason to shine...
And power to grow...

Yes 'U' are my heart and soul...
Yes 'U' my pen and paper....
How can I forget that day...
When I was born as a writer....


The Ant ride

Mama, see it's raining...
So beautiful are the raindrops.
There's a small river flowing...
And also there's a small pond..
Let's make some paper boats
One, two, three and four...
Let's put them in the small pond
And they shall sail thru...
 Mama see the ants are going to my boat
I think they want a ride...
But Mama, the wind is blowing...
My boats are drowning..
So let me put some pebbles...
Arrange them at the pond side..
My boats shall be safe..
And ants can go on ride...





Just Once Today...

Just Once I touched the rains today
Just Once I touched the rains today
Just Once I touched the rains today
Just Once I touched the rains today

With a promise to have this 'once' everyday
I close my beautiful eyes tonite..
The stars twinkle, the moon sings lullaby for me..
The fairies cradle my bed and I say goodnite.

Wednesday, 14 November 2018

A Child's Imagination


Rainbow Rainbow up in the sky..
Where is your home? I really wonder..
Shower your colors and paint me..
And mom shall not be able to find me.

You green Trees, why are you so tall
Are you not scared that u may fall
Lift me in ur arms and shake me.
Isnt it fun playing with me??

Butterfly Butterfly all around me
Do u want to race with me???
I on my cycle you on wings.
Lets race and also sing.

You little birds how do u fly.
Can I also do that if I try.
Hold my hands and take me along
Together shall we fly and sing a song

But I keep wondering day and night
In the dark they go and cum in the light
To play and dance and sing with me
Thank u God for such beautiful friends to give me