Im much more on wordpress...same name

Hi pals...joined blogger as a newbie but got stuck somewhere or the other, alas, unable to find the way...I couldn't easily look for similar interest bloggers here...used to get confused with following at times...so tried hands on wordpress and am REGULAR there with lots of posts:-) Not sure whether I should post this here or not...I am really not clear with blogger :-( would love to see you all at wordpress...Im there with the same name.

Dats how I count my blessings

Simple Pleasures is what I always counted upon. WHere did this come into me?? Was it my parents, my upbringing, my own individual nature, my experiences or a cocktail of all...or a book that left a great impact on my mind. Mr. Pramod Batra, the author of the book...I thankyou for having got your experiences and thoughts published and I feel so lucky to have found this book. Keeping that aside...seated on the car front seat a few days ago..hubby dear driving and soft music playing, my eyes fell on a girl at the back seat of a scooter that stood bys us on a Red light. Must be a late teen...very dark complexion...not so healthy hair..cut to shoulder length tucked to a side in a clip...slim...wearing westerns...The first thought that came to my mind - Thank God I am what I am!! Not bcos I'm not dark..not bcos I have better hair...not bcos I was in a car and not a scooter...I didn't feel pity or any keep away feelings for the girl..what I felt was Thanksgiving to the Lord. That girl, I could feel, had no concern as to how she was looking...if someone was watching her..she just seemed to feel good about herself..may be she was wearing her best outfit..and had dressed herself the best. In flash of seconds...I had a smile on my face wondering how God makes all of us happy in our self. And that just began a conversation between me and hubby, each of us responding and continuing the dialogues..... People in different sections of the society have their own standards of living...I feel at least I have a car...a house of my own...another must be thanking the Lord for having a scooter to travel..another one for at least having their own jhuggi and not needing to sleep on the footpaths..Some might not be happy wearing the same diamond and gold sets in rotation on all family functions..its less for them...some must be grateful and happy for having been able to gift their daughter with gold bangles for her wedding day!!

Dat made me count another blessing - Thankyou God for giving me birth in this family...being married to this family...I have my own house..a car to keep me safe from all weather changes in travel...an affordability to have studied well as to support myself...an oppurtunity to use my strengths....a family to support me in all odds.... I can have medicines for myself and my family without having to look at their price...not counting the fortnight or monthly outings...I'm so happy  - HAPPY, that I don't feel low about not being able to dine at the TAJ...happy about not feeling bad for not spending Rs.3000 on a sandal  from Woodland. I need something and I make a move to the nearby markets, not missing to get , at least something for my baby...my hubby...my in laws..my bro...be it just a kilo dhokla and a truck with sound, just for Rs.30 from a roadside fellow...I know thats what would make my Sam so excited and not a branded jacket for 3000...she has no concerns with that...rofl!!

A not deliberate comparison with someone, makes me feel...I am a good home maker too...that makes me count - Thanks God for having made me my mum's daughter, who taught me all about handling and managing....right, wrong.

Encouraging Sam for things I still cannot do and expecting to learn with her, makes me count and thank Lord for my father being my father...in whom I saw...nothing is impossible...you can fight all odds of life...not forgetting to mention my wonderful hubby here :-) Both of you are my heroes ;-)

Not having been close as friends to my parents too had its positives...it teaches me how to try to be one to Sam...and now I cherish sharing everything with my parents. Being a mum myself can never be enough..I still seek their advice and thank my hubby and in laws for giving me that space :-)

Being stubborn for things I KNOW are right...and feeling the bliss of success later...and having Sam discuss her school details with me..makes me thank Lord for my li'll big Sis, who had always been my voice till I had one..lol..ye andar ki baat hai :-) and for having been my best friend always.  

Sam and my big baby, my bro...love you babies....they made me thank the Lord for having made me feel the woman within me..the concerned mom, the instructing woman :-), the lady you take as a friend of yours..

My married life, with all its ups and downs and me leaning upon my hubby ALWAYS....I would ask for rebirths again and again if the Lord above promises me with the same life partner in each lifetime !! Amen!As my bro says - Love is the will to be together, the power to fyt ol odds of the world to hold each other's hand.. To be a morceau of each other's heart!

Thankyou Lord for such loving in laws...Thankyou Lord for all your blessings...I can never stop counting them...from a morning smile at my baby's face to a good night sleep in my hubby's protective arms!!

Fear ....... the positive factor !!

A reason to smile
a thought I believed
What made this world...worth a treat..
FEAR...it is, that makes me try
fear of fall and I learnt to walk
fear of thirst and I knew how to sip
fear of dark, gave me way to the Sun
I'd be alone...a fear
that taught me to move along.
Day by day, Step by step
I did face a new fear ahead                                                
fear of hurt and I knew I could love
fear of loss defined for me "Preserve"
Relations new brought fears new
home or field, the fears grew..
Now I cherish, each moment of life
I cherish my breath...I cherish the air
I cherish all deeds..Fear is a Need
I cherish the day cos I feared the night
I cherish the night...I feared to be tired
One thing I cherish..without any fear
is THOU my Lord, who gave me all fears
Thanks to the Lord..to seed fear within
Thanks to the FEAR..it makes me cherish life..without a grin!!

Happy Februaries :-)

 

Here comes February again..                                                        
a streaming feel of success
follow thoughts of those tough days
A single day fixed for a date
made it so easy to pass prior weeks away
Blessed I am to have your love for me
Unbelievable it was when I was called your "wife-to-be"
Not a single valentine day, we met all those years
Spying eyes on us...added to our fears
But soon did we realise
we don't need a day
a day fixed by others to make us feel special
be it in a week or in 2 months
the day that we meet ..is the special one!!
Then, was the fine day..when my prayers were heard..or I better say
the fine day when our faith worked wonders...
Couldn't believe myself until I was with you
Near and dears blessing and clicking pics...
I felt..ohh Lord..its such a lovely dream
Plz let it turn true if we are the couple meant to be!!
That February...brought the first valentine day
when we met..we met for always
That 14th, the whole family was blessing us
with the first rituals at my place, such a Happy February it was
Then and now, by Almighty's grace
has been no looking back.
Our love grows like AGE...
Happy Februaries...we celebrate !!

It was wonderful !!

Sam was keeping busy with her annual day practices at school.... she would sing and dance each day at home leaving me kinda puzzled as to what is she exactly performing in??!! There comes the D day and on a sunday my baby has to wake up at 6am...get ready and rush to school. Its her annual day today. Beginning at 5.40am, I come and go..kissing her..caressing her...touching her so as she preferably herself wakes up. No use...awww... she's in such a sound sleep...Whatt man..a few minutes performance..why cant she sleep...rofl. "Sammie...today is your annual day na..see mumma has kept evrything ready...your lehga...bangles...makeupkit... wanna go?!!" There she moves, yawning with a smile...mumma is it my annual day today? Yes it is..come here my sweety pie. And she lands in my lap, SOOOO excited. Cum'on mumma lets not waste time, then you have to do my makeup also na!!! By 7 she's done with her milk and getting ready and loads of instructions from mumma for the day...

We put her in the car and drive to school. Its quite cold for kids at 7.10 in the morning and I could see many of them with red cheeks...pink lipsticks..kajal and eye liners...but no warmers!! I happen to ask one of the mums whos daughter is in the same performance as Sam and she says..it'll get warm in the bus and at the audi..Kids bcum cranky whne they feel hot. A double-minded Mum creeps up within me but I somehow push her down and drop Sam at school....and keep wondering -would she be feeling uncomfortable wearing a half sleeve top under her choli?!!

And there we reach the Siri Fort Audi at 11, expecting her item to begin anytime. Next announcement tells us that her item is after the next 3 to come and relaxed we sit...my mind restless though - would she be feeling suffocated waiting at the back-stage?!! BUT ALL MY RESTLESSNESS washed off when li'll presidians performed...aww..all that was so very cute..the wonderful hosts at stage. It was surprising to see how kids of that age rembered when to speak WITH EXPRESSIONS and when t o halt and again continue. One of the best was a 3rd grade student who stood on stage for the oath taking by all who were present there. I have always loved the efforts put in by Presidium...performance of the special needs children from Savera special school. Amazing it was to see kids aging from 4 yrs to 10 yrs rolling on their skates on stage ... the taekwondo..pyramids....the Impressive ten academies of the school present their items with a theme....a message....ANd then comes RAMAYANA...and we bend forward on our seats - We have to locate Sam now !! The lovely dialogues by little Rama...Sita and not to forget Surpnakha..she was so sweet chubby..and the way she spoke...why would any Rama or Laxman feel like chopping her nose...lolz!! The chubby Ravana :-) The vanvaasi Rama..who's wig strangled itself in the bow and got removed and he was busy setting it whilst speaking his dialogues...that left the audience into laughter filled with love for the innocence. Dhan-tan-tan...comes Sam's dance :-) she looks cute and much younger with kids of her age as to what we feel her to be at home !!

Each time I attend any of the get-togethers at Presidium, I feel elated and proud parent of a Presidian, a school thats winning laurels all over the world and nurturing our kids with love, affection, truth and facts of life yet preparing them to face the actual world. I hope Sam excels and our faith keeps making us proud!!

Mumma...why didn't God make us perfect ?!!

As all kids, my li'll one who's 5 leaves me ahem ahem wondering many a times. I find myself usually good enough as per her anxiety towards the surroundings and I think I give her satisfactory answers most of the times...thanks to my parents for inculcating this into me...But these innocent minds put up some such questions, which even if I answer spontaneously for her, leave me myself wondering and wandering for the right answer.

Today while bathing her, I was just trying to remind her of a mistake she did the last day and was trying to give her valid reason for why do I call it a mistake, because my NOT SO LI'LL one says that she isn't sure most of the times that what she is doing or saying is right or not..then she's deemed to do mistakes and should always be forgiven...smart one haan!! So a one-to-one talk one fine day and a deal between us both that mumma softly reminds you and tells you that this is wrong and you would listen and try to follow WITHOUT CRYING AND TANTRUMS!! So now, back to the bathing....on my reminder, she says mumma daily you have something or the other to tell me...something new for me to know...something old that was wrong as per you...till when will I keeplearning learning learning....I am 5 years and I still don't know...how do I know whether you are right or I was right?! hmmm...Dear...elders are better experienced thats why mumma always asks papa...papa discusses with grandpa and grandma..you see that na...and you are the youngest so we all want you to be the best baby so as all would love you. 

Mumma are you all still learning?? Yes baby....don't I say sorry to you when I get wrong somewhere, be it having scolded you hard at times...Hmmm....comes her nodding head...with her mind thinking aloud. 
Mumma, you say God is our Father...our Mother..he made us all..he is the Principal of all Gods...then what are we and why are we....why did he need to make us all?? Sweety, just like you play with your dolls...make them different characters each day, scold them, teach them, love them, dress them ...like mumma does all this to you...so does God , our parent!!
Mumma..but you want na that your baby should be best...and God has all the power..why didn't he make all humans best??

This was one that made me go TOIIIING...What do you mean to ask sweety?? Why aren't we born big?? BIG means what baby....?mmmm...BIG means ... mmm... that I would have known what is wrong so as I never go wrong...no one needs to instruct me...no one would scold me..whole world would be my friend....i would not make anyone sad....and you all would not need to keep after me all the time...for all my works!!

I hugged her wet....my darling...we all love to do this to you...just like you get bored of a dress...a doll..same toys...just like when you learn an alphabet and you want something new to learn....all mummas love to dress their kids...have fun with them and then see how we sit and recall what we did on some day and rolly polly laugh over it..isn't that fun??!! Yes mumma..comes back a hug!!

Mumma...nani also did all this with you? Yes  and when you will grow old you too will become someone's nani??sho shweet a question...yes baby I will !! and whoosh came the next - yuhuuu...then there will be a new baby in our house who will callyou nani and I will have a new cousin to play with....  

Hmmm....How I learn whats life everyday from my 5 yr old. How she yearns to always be happy and loved, keeping aside all her bad feelings, always willing to be friends with everyone...how she wants not to make anyone sad...whatever may be the true reason...might be wanting to get excused from being corrected for her mistakes....How she managed to challenge the CREATOR, for not making all humans perfect and loving!! 

Very rightly said Rabindranath Tagore - 
Every child comes with the message that God is not yet discouraged of man. 

God bless all kids , the pure souls.

The hourglass !!

The more sand that has escaped from the hourglass of our life, the clearer we should see through it.
Jean Paul

And this one quote speaks much about life …. The ‘hourglass’, our mirror…mirror of experiences, mirror of victories and failures, mirror of pride and guilts, mirror of accepting and relenting!! Just yesterday, did I say for some reason – life is so short…I look back and feel there have been countless moments that I wasted, I lost.  Was it that I wasn’t humble enough to accept my fault…. Was it that I wasn’t mature enough to understand at times, was it that I didn’t have enough space to spread my arms… Its greed, greed to live more, to love more, to do more…for the ones I care for ….. greed to be loved more, be wanted and there goes hand in hand, FEAR, of being loved more, expected more from, fear of the sand escaping…sweeping alongwith it…the precious time, leaving memories behind, Fear of the same feeling standing affront me – Life is so short.

Each day, I teach my li’ll one to learn to peep within herself. Preaching her helps me peep within myself. What I would want her to be, makes me rectify myself for what I should have been….alas, I don’t always succeed but thankfully neither do I expect her to succeed always J

I keep my ideals, because in spite of everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart.
Anne Frank

I strongly wish I keep to my ideals and I believe, what one’s heart and mind says should go hand in hand. At times, I know my heart is befooling me and at others I know my brain is trying to take advantage of me ! All I try t o keep reminding myself is that life is perfect , its all about a good, better or best combination of the similar kinds of hearts and brains under one roof….so, all in all, All people are good at heart!!