I have turned one year more mature .. more learned... more fatter ..more happy .. and more everything else... just not one year older. Suddenly when i recall my age it i feel i am somewhere near 20 or 22 .. not because I want to hide my age or look like a frolicking young babe .. its just that age, I believe get stuck at one point. But what doesnt change is the love for Birthdays .."My birthday" ..everyone around wants to wish you .. even the person sitting next to you in a dimly lit restaurent wants to wish you when he / she gets to know that its your birthdays.
The social networking sites are fantastic ... the world wishes you .. and you bask in the glory of the birthday.
the first memory of my birthday is the black and white photograph of me .. my ma who is much much younger looking then what she is now ( what a obvious statement of fact !! ) and baba with his lustrous mushtache .. cutting a cake with this little me with loads of other people. I am told that was my 2nd bday .. thereafter there has been many .. many and many more. The other sad memory was when we shifted into Chennai and before i could broaden my social set of tiny tots .. my bday happened. The only invitee was Mr Mahapatra who came with ... his blessing...That was so very upsetting. Unlike my other bdays where i got busy with unpacking my colorful gifts.. i just had blessing to deal with. How was that ...
There was one more other memorable one .. soon after our dramatic wedding .. came my bday. At the strike of midnight ...manish and 2 of our "close friends" ( one was more of manish 's friend but had to accept me due to our marital status !! ) brought in a beautiful cake.. it was fantastic. This made me look forward to the whole of the next day. My friends asked me for my "plans" and about my husband who "must be making special plans for this first marital bday" . All excited i reached home early. Got into good clothes and waited for Manish to arrive with the surprize.. Surprize it truely was ..he came back to ask "whats in the fridge..why dont we warm it and have it .."
Crash hhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... hooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwlllllllllllllllllllllllll .. ouffffffff ...
then it was yesterday 12 ...midnight ... I waited again .. this time not for a surprize .. but a wish .. 12 ...12.15...12:30 ..12:42 .... Manish came rushing .. "you know there is a IIMB general mangement course ... its a weekend course ... i really want to do it ..." ...
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm .... sigh ...
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
getting Devi to learn a rhyme ..
Ouf ... it is for sure tireing. and the end result remains to be well .. about 2 words out of abt 12 taken in by Devi ...while the rest of the house is singing " After a bath i try try try .."
When Devi turned 2 i was a proud mother to be sending her to school and therefore listening to her rhyme Twinkle Twinkle .. i was so proud for various reasons... 1. that my daughter was doing something that i could have never done when i was 2 years. 2. i had choosen the right school 3. that now even i could start rhyming with her and feel good about it. This was when she was at Mothers Care at Kolkata.
Then came Meridian at Hyderabad... everyday she came back home to tell me of the new things that she has learnt in school. My trust in the school grew even more .. and i gave my self a huge pat on my back for being this good parent. She also has this huge affinity towards Time Life books ... so everything was going perfect.
Then a few days ago we were told that there was going to an elocution competition. And then there was yesterday from when i began this war that says "teaching your child" . As it turned out that it was not just war with Devi , as she absolutely refused to listen to me ..forget the reciting part of it. But i was also at war with my mother ..my father .. and Devi s father. Each had their perfect point of view which in degrees communicated the ill orinented mother that i am.
Ma quickly got out all my childhood memories where i was an adamant student.. baba added his dispair how he could not make me a good "mathematician" ..and therefore not an engineer.. Manish was giving me discourse about him being the better parent ... And Devi mean while was busy with what she does best. Lobing with the most comfortable and welcoming lap..Didus.
This looks like a battle ..with various wars ..or is it wars with many battles .. with so many case studies.. so many motivational technique and varied communication hues .. it sure is no childs play.
..After a bath i try try try .. to Wipe myself dry dry dry ... oh yes ..did i add that somewhere interim i also SMSed to Rayesa Madam ( Devis teacher) about me giving up this war.. and Manish called up his friend ( mother of 2 kids .. who seemed to be learning more than what Devi is .. grass (or should i saw children are always far more easier to handle when its someone elses and in someone elses home) on the other side is always greener ) ..
Brimming with some knowledge .. some injury ..some frustration .. and a completely unwilling Devi .. we will continue our 'try try try ..dry dry dry journey once again ...
UPDATE: hi! im devi. if mama ever reads this, i want to tell her that this is ( or was) written by devi herself when she was 13. How life proves that irony is ironic!! just yestrday i was struggling in this very similar "war" with no one else but my own sister. and yes, the frustration totally caught up to my limit of temper and i gave up, crying. But something between the fact that Deetya now knows the poem, and that i myself WRITE my poems, im quite proud! proud of not my excellent teahing skills(actually, i am...) but also about my awesome mother who was able to teach me to become like this. It was all because of her that now every maam in my school (AND Deetyas!!) has such high expectations from me. I love you ma.. for everything!
Oh.. and how can i forget. I STILL dont know the poem as mentioned above... and thus irony is quite ironic!
When Devi turned 2 i was a proud mother to be sending her to school and therefore listening to her rhyme Twinkle Twinkle .. i was so proud for various reasons... 1. that my daughter was doing something that i could have never done when i was 2 years. 2. i had choosen the right school 3. that now even i could start rhyming with her and feel good about it. This was when she was at Mothers Care at Kolkata.
Then came Meridian at Hyderabad... everyday she came back home to tell me of the new things that she has learnt in school. My trust in the school grew even more .. and i gave my self a huge pat on my back for being this good parent. She also has this huge affinity towards Time Life books ... so everything was going perfect.
Then a few days ago we were told that there was going to an elocution competition. And then there was yesterday from when i began this war that says "teaching your child" . As it turned out that it was not just war with Devi , as she absolutely refused to listen to me ..forget the reciting part of it. But i was also at war with my mother ..my father .. and Devi s father. Each had their perfect point of view which in degrees communicated the ill orinented mother that i am.
Ma quickly got out all my childhood memories where i was an adamant student.. baba added his dispair how he could not make me a good "mathematician" ..and therefore not an engineer.. Manish was giving me discourse about him being the better parent ... And Devi mean while was busy with what she does best. Lobing with the most comfortable and welcoming lap..Didus.
This looks like a battle ..with various wars ..or is it wars with many battles .. with so many case studies.. so many motivational technique and varied communication hues .. it sure is no childs play.
..After a bath i try try try .. to Wipe myself dry dry dry ... oh yes ..did i add that somewhere interim i also SMSed to Rayesa Madam ( Devis teacher) about me giving up this war.. and Manish called up his friend ( mother of 2 kids .. who seemed to be learning more than what Devi is .. grass (or should i saw children are always far more easier to handle when its someone elses and in someone elses home) on the other side is always greener ) ..
Brimming with some knowledge .. some injury ..some frustration .. and a completely unwilling Devi .. we will continue our 'try try try ..dry dry dry journey once again ...
UPDATE: hi! im devi. if mama ever reads this, i want to tell her that this is ( or was) written by devi herself when she was 13. How life proves that irony is ironic!! just yestrday i was struggling in this very similar "war" with no one else but my own sister. and yes, the frustration totally caught up to my limit of temper and i gave up, crying. But something between the fact that Deetya now knows the poem, and that i myself WRITE my poems, im quite proud! proud of not my excellent teahing skills(actually, i am...) but also about my awesome mother who was able to teach me to become like this. It was all because of her that now every maam in my school (AND Deetyas!!) has such high expectations from me. I love you ma.. for everything!
Oh.. and how can i forget. I STILL dont know the poem as mentioned above... and thus irony is quite ironic!
Monday, January 18, 2010
i begin my writing here
its the 18th day of Janurary 2010 ..and i begin by blog today. its been about 27 years since Raheena and Subhalakshmi wrote ..and earned Rs 100/- ... it was my first earning. and somewhere its since then i somewhere feel that i can write .. good or bad ..thats something that the readers need to decide. This year i also purchased a diary. Blog or no blog the pleasure and the "secretive" value that the diary has i dont think anything else can have the same feel.
people either write to be read or write to read. wonder what my blog will be like ... but is a good beginning. at least i think so.
But before i go on this journey of writing more .. i must acknowledge Meeta Hattangadi whose blog made be get onto the blogging journey. And who is Meeta , well she is Amit's wife. And Amit is my internet friend. the reason why i am so inspiried by her is because she has achived what i want to achieve ..weight loss.. insha allah let me see where this inspiration will lead me ..
Its 5th of September 2015 .. and I again feel that I should do something with this BlogSpot and not just keep it passive. There are days that makes me think .. write to be read but then finally the work takes over. And cant disagree .. I am lazy ...
people either write to be read or write to read. wonder what my blog will be like ... but is a good beginning. at least i think so.
But before i go on this journey of writing more .. i must acknowledge Meeta Hattangadi whose blog made be get onto the blogging journey. And who is Meeta , well she is Amit's wife. And Amit is my internet friend. the reason why i am so inspiried by her is because she has achived what i want to achieve ..weight loss.. insha allah let me see where this inspiration will lead me ..
Its 5th of September 2015 .. and I again feel that I should do something with this BlogSpot and not just keep it passive. There are days that makes me think .. write to be read but then finally the work takes over. And cant disagree .. I am lazy ...
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