Three decades ago

Three decades ago, when she was born, her grandmother (paternal) cried and mourned for 4 days. Nobody from the family came to see both mother and daughter. Newborn girl’s father was far away in a different city. The hospital expense that he sent, never reached his wife.

Both mother and daughter were left  alone in the hospital without any food or water. Yes it was a government hospital with very fewer facilities in a small town. Can you imagine a woman who had just delivered a baby going hungry for days? She couldn’t walk properly but still managed to come home with her newborn baby in a rickshaw. The rickshaw guy was kind enough than her in-laws who made him wait for money for a long time…

Nobody spoke to mother daughter, nobody ever tried to pick up the newborn even when she was crying. Mother didn’t get any rest and started doing household chores while holding her newborn daughter in arms. She kept her baby near, be it while washing clothes or cooking food. Everyone in the house made fun of her and told her you are spoiling your baby.

One evening, the mother was working in kitchen and she thought she heard her baby cry. She went in the room where she had put down her asleep daughter. To her shock she couldn’t find her there. The grandmother and her friend were sitting on the heavy quilt, that they had spread on the bed  themselves. When the mother enquired about the baby, they said they don’t know. The mother was outraged and she told them the baby was on the bed and she asked them to move immediately. They didn’t budge from their place saying look elsewhere.

It is true that seemingly meek mothers become tigress when their offspring is in danger. She gathered all her strength and pushed the two women aside and moved the quilt. Her daughter was struggling for breath and colorless. She picked her up immediately and took her in open air.  Later grandmother came and said she didn’t see the girl sleeping on bed and was laughing over her action. No remorse, no apology. How could they not see a baby sleeping on bed? How could they not hear the cries?

This happened with me and my mother. I don’t have a single memory of my grandparents(paternal) or paternal relatives (siblings of my father) showering their affections on either me or my sister. Believe me, I’m not dying for their love, but who were they to decide our fate? Thanks to my mother’s efforts, I’m alive and living my life happily.

The sad thing is still they think education ruined us. They still want to torture my mother. But they have forgotten one thing,” She is not alone.”

Saloon Drama

So far life has provided me enough opportunities to see and live in different cities. No two places are same but I have seen the Saloon drama is mostly same.

I started visiting saloon after my school i.e. when I joined college. Before that my mother used to cut/trim my hairs. So my first trip to a saloon happened in Pune and thereafter in various other cities.

I have been to umpteen number of saloons and all showed same behavior.

* First time in any saloon

SL (Saloon Lady): Where did you go earlier, they didn’t cut your hairs properly or didn’t shape your eyebrows properly?

Me: Just smiles..

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* After many days, same saloon (they have forgotten that I was there before)

SL: Where did you go earlier, they didn’t cut your hairs properly or didn’t shape your eyebrows properly?

Me: Smiles and wondering the color of her face if tell her that it was her ;)

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* Liar Liar, Pants on Fire

SL: So did you colored your hair?

Me: Yes

SL: Where did you get it done?

Me: I did it myself..

SL: It is not proper. You should make an appointment or if you have time, I can do it today

Me: Well I don’t have time today. May be some other day.

SL: Fine and she continues her job

Few minutes later, haircut done and I’m at the reception and after paying for the service, I’m about to leave.

Receptionist: This haircut suits you.

Me: Smiles

Receptionist: Did they do hair color as well?

Me: Wondering what she would say and I nod “yes”

Receptionist: It’s perfect

Me: Again smile, wondering whether to tell her what the truth?

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*Don’t ask if you can’t remember

SL: Are you here for the first time (she meant her saloon)?

Me: Yes

After few days again

SL: Are you here for the first time?

Me: Yes

After many-many such conversations and visits

SL: Are you here for the first time?

Me: No, I have been here before. But saving her any embarrassment, I told I don’t visit frequently.

I understand she is trying to make small talk and trying to know her client base. But if you cannot remember people (and I know it is not easy when you are running a business), then don’t ask such questions.

But I don’t mind this question as much as I mind those bitching comments about others work. What do they think that I believe their words? I know they are trying to increase their sales/business but really is lying or accusing other of bad work the only way?

Is it only me who has experienced this? Do you have similar experience?

PS: I now understand why they say “Never ask a barber whether you need a haircut.”

Looking Back

Recently I have been reading blog posts where bloggers have written about almost over 2011, their accomplishments, some new resolutions and some not so new resolutions.

I then realized, I had no goals (set in stone) for 2011. In the beginning of 2011, all I wanted was daily 10 mins for myself (lame I know..)

2011 told me that my diabetes which was supposed to go away after delivery, is still with me. 2011 also told me that if I try, I can live without medicines. 2011 also told me that I can lose all the baby weight and keep it off. We celebrated munchkin’s first birthday this year. I started blogging this year. I have become very emotional in last year. Earlier I was emotionally dead, but ever since munchkin, my inner gate has been opened. I cry at certain news, I cry at emotional scenes, I cry at someone’s store closing… I have to close these gates again, coz that’s so unlike me…

All in all, everything was/is normal.

For 2012, I hope that I get better in housekeeping (it’s a mess). I hope that I can take out 10 mins for myself on daily basis. I hope to stay off the meds, I hope that my patience grows, I hope that I become a better mother than I am right now….

I hope to continue blogging, if not writing then at least reading  other blogger’s post.

I know this list is lame, but this is good enough for me….

Wish you and your family, a very happy new year…

 

Munchkin and Words

You are learning and copying words and their sounds. Mostly you cannot pronounce but that doesn’t stop you from trying :-)

And we wait for your spoken words, there is nothing sweeter to ears than your words. So far you have clearly said “Baby”, “Daddy”, “Mamma”, “Happy”‘, “Milk”. And every time I hear them, I smile, thinking about the day when you would start speaking complete sentences.

I love the way you walk around the home. Sometimes little and slow steps, sometimes big and fast….

When I cheer you up by saying “yay”, you smile and clap. I have noticed that you encourage yourself by clapping whenever you think you did something good. This brings a huge smile on our faces.

When I ask you for a kiss, you very lovingly give a flying kiss. You have plenty of kisses for everyone, you shower them with biggest grin possible.

You are sometimes shy. You hide your face with hands or your jacket or your lovey blanket. I just love it when you slowly uncover your face and look around. Your shyness comes from your mamma.  No I don’t cover my face, but I’m quiet when strangers are around. My darling, you think by covering your face, you won’t attract strangers but it has reverse effect. People go all crazy over you and you respond again by burying your face…..vicious cycle huh…..

My darling, I’m very happy that you started sleeping through the night. No this isn’t recent but from last many months… Initially I thought its just by fluke but you’ve proved me wrong. And I can’t tell you what a blessing it is for your mom.

Thank you for being such an angel…I can’t believe you were my 3% percent chance. I’m blessed to have you in my life…

Take care

Mamma

Revisiting Past: Mixed Pickle

This is about the time when my father (and us) were stationed in Adampur, Punjab. It was a small place. Our school was inside the Air Force Camp, our home was inside the campus and so was our life.

I was in 4th standard and we got our science project. The project was to make “Pickles”. Yes you read it right, “Pickles”. I came home and told my mother that our science teacher has asked us to bring pickle as project.

As a little girl, I didn’t knew how to make pickles..heck I don’t know even now…So the responsibility of making pickle was of my mother’s and she did made me a bottle of “Mixed Pickle”. She didn’t allow me to help her as it involving chopping of vegetables, mangoes, chillies and had lots of spices. She was afraid that I may cut my finger or may get burning sensation in hands after handling spices.

So my science project was done by my mother. I took that bottle to school and teacher tasted the pickle. She liked it and kept the bottle for herself. She kept pickle bottles from few other students.

We saw her eating the pickle daily with her lunch. So she gave us a project to satisfy her personal interest. How this project ever benefited students? All it did was to help my Science teacher to save some money.

As a child I didn’t knew better but I wonder why my parents didn’t object to such project or why any other parent didn’t came forward? Why nobody questioned the teacher? Probably parents had more important things to worry about…

I once got sick in school and since it was towards the end of day, my class teacher asked me to rest till school ends, while other kids were playing.

Now this science teacher, saw me sitting in a corner in field. She asked me to fetch her a glass of water. I don’t know why but I firmly replied that I cannot bring her water as I have fever. This teacher then went to my class teacher, sitting just few feet away. I could hear everything clearly, this particular teacher complained to my class teacher that I refused to bring water for her and I was so rude and bitter that my eyes were red.

I thought to myself, stupid lady, my eyes are red because of fever and not anger. My class teacher told her that the girl is unwell and down with fever. But science teacher was not listening and kept complaining about me. Meanwhile school bell rang, I picked up my bag and sat in the school bus. I kept thinking why that teacher asked me to fetch her water and why she kept making a scene when I told her I’m not well.

By the next morning, I had very high fever and some rash. It was chicken pox. After few days when I rejoined the school, this particular teacher kept giving me hard times. But she couldn’t do much harm to me in terms of marks as I never gave her a chance.

During winters, some of our teachers used to take us in sunlight and continue lessons. But on most days, the lady teachers used to bring out their knitting needles, yarn and start knitting, leaving us to do whatever we want. All in the name of a working day, taking a full pay.

May be this happened to me, because we were in a small place? But then in our country, majority of population lives in villages and small towns. I wonder what kind of teachers are there now? Do they still behave as if they are the kings and queens.

Now when I am a mother, I wonder how I would respond if my child has such kind of teacher?  I know in my heart, I wouldn’t oblige to whims and fancies of such folks. I know that I will sit in front of that school with big banners. I know I will talk to other parents. I know I will find at least one parent who would think like me. I know even if nobody comes forward, I will not succumb to such idiocy.

PS: By the way, during my short stay in Adampur, I learned Punjabi. I can understand and speak Punjabi (not fluent but I can converse with anyone). Yes I’m flaunting my skill…. :D

Not as expected

Something has happened in last couple of days that I had decided not to write about the post related to Abstract Thinking. I would come back on this topic later.

I am going to publish all the comments except the ones conveying what I had in mind. I apologize for any inconvenience.

Abstract Thinking

Do you remember abstract thinking section of the various aptitude tests? Well many things have changed since last few days.

I have many posts (unfinished) and I’m unable to prioritize them for finishing. But meanwhile here’s a little exercise for you..

What do you interpret from this? 2/2

It is a precursor to my next post.

PS: I am enabling comment moderation for this post :-) kindly ignore any mistakes, I’m typing from my touchpad and it is pain to correct anything in here…..

Simply Crazy…

I saw one report on TV about the new-age tomatoes. The report was on CNN. Apparently the tomatoes that we get in supermarkets aren’t how tomatoes used to be in 60s or 70s.

In that report they were actually dropping tomatoes on hard surface and still they were intact , not smashed….The guest also mentioned he saw few of these tomatoes falling from the truck on road and still they were intact….yeah from big chains perspective this makes sense, no loss or wastage in transportation…

From here my mind jumped to the Tomatina festival…just imagine these tomatoes would change it….instead of red with tomato juice, people will be black and blue..all bruised….

So here is the freaky/crazy idea : use these tomatoes…no wastage and still Tomatina…..

I know I’m crazy…..thank you for letting me know….

Rant – Expectations

  • I have some relatives and friends who would never initiate any sort of contact irrespective of the time lost since our last conversation. It is me, who is expected to, call or email them every single time. And the first thing that I hear from them is a complaint. They will complain that after so many days I’m remembering them or calling them. Sometimes this complain would be masked as a joke or a rude sarcastic statement. What gives them right to complain? If they so longed to speak to me, why can’t they lift a finger to dial my number? Why do they make this statement every time? I dislike this statement and I dislike talking with such people.
  • Why do some people make a big scene at someone’s wedding? My mom was telling me about a wedding she attended recently and the tantrums of few of the relatives of bridegroom’s. These people would complain about everything and anything that catches their fancy. These complaints include but are not limited to seating arrangements, food variety, food quality, why nobody asked them twice or thrice to eat food, why nobody (from bride’s family) stood next to them while they ate their food, why they didn’t get money (Hindi word – “Maan” or “Samman”) for eating food. Why the hell these people can’t shut their mouths and enjoy the ceremony. Everyone spends money as per their capacity, why they force the girl’s family to fork out more money than they can afford? If marriage ceremony is of no importance than why these folks come to the wedding in first place? Dear God, please don’t ever put me in company of such folks, I would lose my temper and retort back badly.
  • This one is for the woman, who thinks she has every right to put certain things in munchkin’s mouth be it chocolates or lollipops without even checking with me. Why the hell one year old needs lollipops? She gave one to munchkin without even checking with me and munchkin broke that round toffee from the straw and it got stuck in her throat :( I was quick enough to act but I hate you for that and many other reasons. You wouldn’t even allow me to give your 3-year-old some fruit but you give my 1-year-old all junk food without checking with me. You taunt me for not taking munchkin to a movie theater. I have no issues with you taking your child to cinema, but our decision is not to take munchkin to movies till certain age and later we would pick out only age appropriate movies. It is our family’s choice. Why the hell do you think you have a say in this matter. We put munchkin to bed around 6:30 pm – 7:30 pm, because she gets sleepy and cranky afterwards. Due to this we schedule our outside chores in day time and we selectively attend functions/parties in evenings which are important. I don’t like to bring a screaming or fit throwing child to a function. Those who are close to us, respects our choice and we plan our get-together around wake timings of our children. Why do you think you have a say as to we are too “Americanized” in your way, as we let our children sleep when they are tired. You do whatever suits your family, but please don’t make such remarks when we happen to cross our paths in some gatherings. You see, it gets very hard for me to control myself from saying harsh things. You leave no stone unturned in proving me a bad mother as per your expectations. Haven’t you heard lady that people/families are different. You ask me why we don’t spend much time together ? The reason is very simple, spending even 5 minutes with you is emotionally taxing on me. I cannot take more than 5 minutes with you.
  • This one is for all those people who keep repeating how “Munchkin looks so much like her cousin.” This is a very simple statement but I am now tired of it. I have heard about it since the day my daughter is born. You leave no occasion/no conversation without making this point. Yes I know my daughter doesn’t look like me. She looks like her father and may resemble some other persons in his side of family. But do you have to mention it every freaking single time? My daughter has her own identity. How about just once not mentioning any similarity between cousins. How about not comparing them, just once? Every child is unique and precious to her mom, can you please acknowledge this once? I am fed up of hearing the same sentence again and again in past one year. Have some mercy……….

Dreams

My dreams are always crazy, vivid. I don’t know why most of them have some evil trying to scare me off or eat me or kill me.

Sometimes I win and not so lucky at other times. Before falling sick, I had a very weird dream. Again this dream had a ghost who enters my home and starts scaring me (only me). So one day, I challenge the ghost to appear in front of me and fight – to settle the matter once for all.

Obviously I’m no match to ghost’s evil power and I lose. I saw ghost starts sucking my blood out of my hand. Immediately I open my eyes.

It was dark and I couldn’t see anything. I walked up to munchkin’s crib to see her sleeping peacefully. But she woke up immediately and started hauling. She hardly cries like that in night, probably she also had a bad dream. I try to console her but of no use. I switched on the lights, gave her a tour of house, showed her daddy. Finally she was calm and I rocked her back to sleep.

The next morning, I woke up with sore throat but luckily munchkin appeared to be fine. As the day progressed we both got worse in our symptoms and were sick.

Since then I have been thinking, I dream such things often. And mostly before the time I am about to fall sick. Is it some kind of sign that my brain knows such things in advance and tries to warn me? or is it just some co-incidence? Would you believe me if I say, I sometimes dream about solving problems (puzzles or programs) which I couldn’t solve while awake and I find their answers in dreams?

DH says that it just shows I’m crazy :)

PS: For the record, I want to mention here one of my old dreams (even before the birth of munchkin). I had dreamed about forgetting munchkin’s b’day (2nd or 3rd b’day as munchkin is able to speak) as I am busy taking care of her baby brother who is about 3-4 months old. She gets very mad at me and I keep apologizing to her but she doesn’t listen to me. I try to explain to her that mama didn’t sleep from so many months and that’s why her memory isn’t proper but what is that to a little girl. I had narrated this dream to DH and I was crying telling him what mother would forget the b’day of her child. He just consoled me it is a dream.

But after few weeks, we found out the gender of our unborn baby and yes it matched my dream – a girl. Now I have to wait and see for the second part of dream :)