Monday, 25 May 2015

Birthday wishes to my dearest sister

Dear Baaji,

On this day as you celebrate your birthday, I felt that it’s a perfect time to tell you how much I love you. (You know am bad at expressing in person!!).

I just wanted to thank you for all the love and support you have been ushering throughout the years on your two lil sisters. Thank you for being so patient with me and to show me by example how to be a better person. I want to tell you I’ll love and admire you all my life as you are a very special person to me.

I want to say through this note, how much your presence has meant in my life, as I have always looked up to you for everything. You were and are still like a second mom to me, and now to my sonnie. You have been a perfect mom to him as well, filling my absence with your warmth of your love and care. I owe you my life.

Over the years, my love for you has kept on increasing with each passing day. And no wonder, my son is so much in love with you. You are truly an amazing aunt cum mom to him too. Words are not enough to express how amazing I feel have you as my elder sis. I can never thank the Almighty enough for this favour.

Thank you so much Baaji for everything you gave me, the little and big sacrifices you made for me. You are the greatest; I can never forget the great times we spend together and every day that we enjoy together. The late night chats, gossips, the giggling and imitating of people and what not. The list is endless. Thank you for patiently listening to my rants and vents.

Whenever I needed you, you were always there for me, fully willing to support me through thick and thin. You are my best friend and confidante. And probably that is the reason my life has been an easy go most of the times.

I pray to God to bless you with good health and spirit so we can enjoy for many more years an unforgettable day like this. Even though we have our different lives, the sisterly love lasts in our hearts which will be an eternal bond in every circumstance of our lives.

May happiness reign in your heart always. May you get whatever you have wished for in your life.

And last but not the least, I want to you to know how much I love you, how much I look up to and respect you and how I can’t imagine my life without you in it. Not even for a second.

You deserve all the happiness and much more in life.

Love you loads.

Your lil sis.

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

My Little Plum's First Day at School

I was very restless throughout the night with a hundred questions running in my mind, dreaming of teachers, schools, books etc. I turned and tossed on the bed yet could not sleep. The alarm went buzz and I woke up with a start to see that it was already 6.00 am in the morning. School re-opens....Yes!! for my dearest little son. He is setting his feet into the Playgroup wing. I immediately closed my eyes and offered my prayers and thank you to God for a new day and then looked at my little bundle of joy, who was sleeping next to me peacefully without any of these worries.

I was just thinking of a list of tasks I need to accomplish to make him ready to school, though the preparation had been done the previous day itself. But before that I have to complete my tasks so that I can get him ready on time. I planned to take a shower, thinking that the poor baby, in fact babies (including hubby) will get a few more minutes to sleep. The mother in me was not allowing me to disturb my son’s sleep. I saw my dearest hubby looking at me from the corner of his eyes and I happily designated the task of bathing our son to him. The innocent yet a sad ‘YES’ from him was worth watching. Finally, my rock star got ready by 8.30 am after a lot of coaxing and running around.

Both I and hubby prayed together for our son’s success as our son was setting his first foot in the wide world of knowledge. From this day starts his ‘journey of education’, exclaimed the proud father. We clicked a few photographs and took him to his grandparent’s place where his uncle and aunt and sister were waiting to accompany him to school. The best part is his cousin sister (my niece) is in the same class as his, and my little princess also starts her journey of education.

Both of them were happy looking at each other all dressed up and were ready to go to school. Both the kiddos received blessings from their grandparents. We left home and reached school on time. The school was decorated and there were a lot of parents standing outside the gate peeping in to get a view of their little ones. I could relate with each one of them, after all we all were sailing in the same boat.

I could hear some kids crying. My heart was pounding fast. I looked at my son who was admiring the decoration around him and my tension was put to rest. I handed over my son to the teacher, all the while whispering silent prayers in my heart and blessing my son to get all the happiness in this world. Tears were battling their way out through my eyes but I had to hide them to avoid embarrassment. Both my son and niece went inside their classrooms without any fuss. I could sense that my husband too was a bit upset. But was hiding it gracefully and happily clicking pictures. This was one of the best days of our lives.

No wonder they refer the kid’s first day at school as 'umbilical cord cut for the second time'!!

This memory is still fresh in my mind and will remain so, forever!!

PS: “I am sharing my #MemoriesOfMotherhood with Bio Oil and BlogAdda. This Mother’s Day check out the Yummy Mummy calendar and  make a similar calendar of your own using the Bio Oil App.

Friday, 8 May 2015

A life lesson well taught...

“The hand that rocks the cradle moves the world”.

This proverb covers the entire gist of how important a mother’s role is in the life of a child. Mother is the first teacher. She spends her maximum time with the child. The moment the child is placed in her arms, the child becomes the center of her world. All her activities are surrounded around the child; her schedules, tasks, and even a good sleep.

Since, the child is with the mother most of the time, the child follows her actions and it is a good opportunity for her to create a lasting impression in her child’s mind. So many famous personalities like the great scientist Thomas Edison and the great warrior Sivaji were inspired by their mothers to become what they were. And rest is history, as we all know.  Mother has the power to shape the present and future of her child.

From teaching the first letter to the child to making the child learn basic things, holding the finger to give support to the shaky legs and instilling confidence in the child to walk. Name it, and the mother is the teacher for all the life skills we learn. Most often, we underestimate these basic lessons, but if we observe closely our life would have been nothing without it. The child sees the world through the mother’s eyes. She plays a critical role in the child’s understanding of the environment and surroundings.

There is another famous saying which comes to mind which i can't stop mentioning. The saying goes like this ‘God could not be everywhere, therefore he made mothers’. All the religious scriptures elaborate much on the reverence and status of a mother. Imagine, who else could patiently wait for 9 months and bear all the hardships, lose out on shape, sleep, appetite, and not to forget the excruciating pain she undergoes during the labor. It is only the mother. Even after going through so much pain, her child is her most prized possession. Such is the amazing relationship of a mother and her child.

From the time of birth, the mother creates a permanent impression on the child. If she instills positivity and honesty, the child develops an optimistic view and learns to lead life in a positive and honest way and vice versa. Nobody can deny the role a mother plays in her child’s life.

This makes me recall an incident from my childhood when i was around 10 years. There were some guests invited for dinner and mom had done a lot of grocery shopping to make something special for the guests. The grocery included a vinegar bottle which was packaged in glass container. I entered the kitchen to drink water and out of curiosity was looking at the bottle. As luck would have it, I dropped the bottle of vinegar in the kitchen and did not know what to do. My head was spinning. I had multiple thoughts running in my mind as I knew that confessing the crime would actually incur the anger of my mother and she would treat me with a long lecture of how I was irresponsible and did not care for her. Sigh! Not to forget the emotional melodrama that would follow. I was also thinking of the possibility of getting a whack or even worse a slap, as my mother had been running around gathering things for the dinner and she was not in her usual patient mode.

I was in a fix. I just picked up the glass pieces and in the process hurt myself. But I did not have the time to indulge in self-pity. I could do that later too after finishing the job in hand. I took a kitchen cloth and carefully wiped away the vinegar so that no traces or evidence of my crime is left back. I looked around to make sure that nobody had seen me and I gave a pat on my back that I had accomplished my mission successfully. The day continued as usual. My mother went to the kitchen and started her preparations. And the unfortunate time (for me) arrived for her to use the vinegar. She realized that it wasn’t there. I was standing there as she searched around for the bottle. She didn’t get it. She thought for a while and guessed that she must have missed it while bringing the groceries. But, later she realized that she had kept it separately on the counter to prevent it from falling. She turned towards me and enquired, since I was the only one present at home that time. With a puppy face, I denied and refused to own up my crime.

My mother told me ‘Accepting mistakes and being honest is an attribute of the strong people’. She left me at that. I was standing at the same place. The words echoed in my mind. The voices in my head were telling me not to confess and make a fool of myself as I would face double insult, since I had denied earlier. But my mom’s words kept on ringing in my ears. After battling with my inner voices for a while, I decided that I was not a coward, and if I had committed a mistake I should be brave enough to accept the mistake and apologize. I wanted to show that I am strong and not a coward. Finally, with tears filled in my eyes I stammered and confessed my crime. To my surprise, my mom hugged me and told me that she knew that I had done it as she could hear the sound of the bottle breaking. She also saw the small injury i had inflicted upon myself while picking up the glass pieces. She started nursing my wound. I was shocked at this revelation. I stood there still. She continued talking and told me that she was testing me and just wanted to see if I would be honest and own up my mistake. The intenstity of my tears became double. I hugged her tightly to let go my guilt. This lesson in life has remained fresh in my memory.

This incident has helped me become a better person. Many times though, I have paid a huge price for being honest. However, I don’t have any regrets as it has made me stronger to face my fears and has given me inner peace and satisfaction.

Thanks Ma for everything! Words are not enough to express how amazing I feel to be your daughter. Love you loads.

 PS: I am writing a letter about how a mother teaches honesty to her child with the Max Life Insurance i-genius #YoursHonestly activity in association with BlogAdda.

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

My Father, My Hero!!

‘Every woman may not be a queen to her husband, but she is always a princess to her father’ – Anonymous.

Indeed, the above quote is so true. Every father treats his daughter like a princess. No matter how hard his life has been, he vows to make his daughters life easy. He always makes sure that his daughter gets the best of everything.

My father is my hero (holds true for every girl who has a doting father). He has influenced my life, in every sense. He has protected me like how a pearl is inside its shell. My father is my shell. He is my go-to-person for every problem I faced. He provided me solution within minutes. He brings a smile on my face in no time. Whenever I look at him, I feel a sense of pride surging within me. I thank the Almighty for giving me such a wonderful gift.

His hardworking and patient nature, his disciplined mannerism, his way of looking at things, caring about and helping people in need, every single thing he does is so meticulously thought upon and planned. I am in awe of how he does what he does. I will be more than happy if I can get somewhere close to what he is and fulfill my duties like he does.

He belonged to a remote village, where opportunities of studying were very less. Added to it, the burden of a big family was on his tender shoulders, owing to the fact that he was the elder of the siblings and his father had expired when my father was at a tender age.  These situations still did not deter his determination to reach his goals. He made sure that he went to the local government school in the mornings and worked hard in the evenings to fend for his family and to fund his education. Rest of my uncles decided to drop out of school owing to the poverty and circumstances. But my dad never gave up. He chose to work hard. His hard work and dedication brought him to the city of Bangalore where he continued pursuing his higher education through evening colleges, and worked in the day to meet the necessities. Indeed, he fulfilled his dreams through his will.

He has no regrets in life. He is so full of optimism. He never cribs for what he did not get or for what sacrifices he had to make in life. He made sure that all of his children went to the best schools and colleges, even though it meant that he had to work overtime and sacrifice his pleasures, which he could easily choose over our education. He never differentiated between a son and a daughter. In fact, he adores daughters more.

As the rule of nature, youth waves a goodbye and old age sets in. And so has it set in my father. Age has started to show its effects. I can’t believe that a man with so much strength and zeal is now weak and fragile. His jet black hairs have turned grey. A shoulder which was rock solid, is now stooping down.  Tears fill up my eyes, when I see his present state. Yet, with all this, he is still energetic and ever listening to all of us. He still pampers us the same way.  His love increases manifold with every passing hour. He is a role model for his grandkids too.  He is a pillar of support to them as well, like how he was for us years ago.

His sweet advices to take care of health, eat properly, drive safely, are still a routine even to this day and are music to my ears. I have no words to thank him and the Almighty for making this wonderful human being my ‘FATHER’.

With tear-filled eyes when I see his stature every day, a silent prayer always escapes through my lips ‘O God! Please restore his health, and fill his life with happiness, for he is the reason I am what I am’.