Thursday, May 26, 2016

What difference does it make?

Nothing defines me who I am more than this post I wrote some time back. I am a nobody, a somebody and everybody at the same time - it really depends on what time of life you ask me that question and from which angle of reference. The more I try to define myself, the more I find what I am NOT which still leaves me grappling with a wide expanse of  what I COULD be. Yes, there are some fancy words that the Ego wants to attach to -  natural farmer (one who follows Natural Methods!), prolific writer, witty speaker, loving mother, caring wife, community volunteer, marketing specialist, spiritual aspirant, yearning pilgrim, confused traveler, and so on and so forth.

What I have discovered in the few decades I've spent on this loving Earth is that, the moment you define and 'revel' in an identify, nature throws you a set of new challenges that completely changes who you are and the identity which you have painstakingly built crumbles. And then you go again trying to salvage what you can and rebuild....the process can be never ending I suppose.

So I've learnt to keep quiet and carry on! (I wasn't this way before though!) It's better to ask what difference I can make and live in the moment than worry about what someone else needs to think of me and waste time in building a "personal brand", isn't it?  

Thursday, July 30, 2015

It's been long

It's been long since I've felt the need to pour out my thoughts and write down things. Come to think of it, it's been long since I've felt any need to express at all. It's like I have passed the turbulent times, the times when I needed to prove myself (to myself!), times of wanting attention, and other such phases in life. For now, I seem to have reached a safe harbor, an isolated island really with sparse population, and am down to 'creating' things vis-a-vis writing and planning about 'creating'.

It's funny! When I look back, I see myself as a very bubbly, energetic and 'uncontrolled' mass of activity. Fast forward to today - I still see myself pretty much the same except for the 'uncontrolled' part :) I am much more contained and content! Ya, I guess that's what is at the core of the transformation. I am content - with myself, my achievements, my learning and I feel am going in the right direction - towards more transformation and learning. This time, no achievements though as I really don't feel a need to prove anymore. Why this writing then, you ask? Well, I just needed to update the blog so that I could see something other than a barbie staring at me, that's why!

So long! 

Thursday, June 14, 2012

My parenting crisis! Can the Yoga Barbie help?

 Photo credit: Flickr user Q-tee16

Oh my my there is a Yoga Instructor Barbie! Can you freaking believe that (of course you can, that was just a rhetoric). I have been shielding (yea, the shops you know) Kid 1 from the Barbies (I never had one as a kid and was never interested either - but that's besides the point, yes?) but time has been clever. It has enticed her with this slimy (oops, slim-y), booti-ful doll (is it even a doll?) thanks to the time away from Maama Hippo and time with other equally enticed little ones at school and elsewhere. Now, she is demanding a Barbie for her birthday. Barbie for Birthday. Repeat. Barbie as a gift for her birthday. Barbie! Birthday! Same sentence. Comprehendo?

Since when has this doll (toy? no-ways? yes-ways?) become so coveted for her that she wants it as a 'Gift' (something given as a reward, hmm?). Oh dear god, is this the big parenting crisis you warned me about in my dreams? I wish I had listened more keenly. I wish I had made an effort to journal the dream more importantly. What do I do now? Where did I go wrong? Didn't I show her Dora? Chutki? (Now, don't get me started on the Chutki nonsense and feminist rage boiling around that - that's for another post, okay?). Didn't I show her the easily legless, any-body-part-less actually local reproductions of wannabe (what else?) barbies! Meaning see how fleeting a pleasure you get playing with these China imports, sweetheart? Isn't it much better buying and sharing a chocolate with Mommy for the same bucks? I thought my baby listened. I thought my baby appreciated the miniscule savings we derived from not investing in this momentary apparitions. The many sacrifices of chocolates I made sharing it with her (Of course if she had insisted on her Barbie earlier, I would have insisted on the no share policy! But that would have set a totally wrong parenting example - thank god, it did not happen!). And now she wants her Barbie. Barbie for Birthday. Repeat. Barbie as a gift for her birthday. Barbie! Birthday!

No, this is not a Ad words-targetted  post on the B thing - I mean Barbie thing (alright, I have to type the cheee name, folks -  isn't cheee better than damn? Cheee in Tamil - Go Google now and find out why Cheee is better than damn, and all the F words). This is a desperate mommy's plea for reassurance. That it is okay to have Barbie and Birthday in the same sentence. Huh! Same sentence!

I am of course trying to entice her with other enticements at the store when we go shopping for this wonder-b..(now, now, don't let your mind wander!). But let's see what we end up with. She is insisting on the Kitchen set or the Home set. I quiet like the Costume Set. You? Yoga Set? Nah, those are not in India yet me thinks.

Friday, October 21, 2011

What is my baby doing?

Alert: This is a 'Rant' post though I wouldn't really call it that. Make it a 'shout-out' to the universe to make things right. Yep, that seems just about right. 'Shouting out to the universe to make things Right' post this is. And please do not ask me about this or refer to this happenstance you meet or talk to me anytime. For you, this is one of those posts you just read and forget in the big wild jungle of blogs while for me this is one of the posts that I will wish sometime in the future that I had not posted but hey today I don't feel that so here goes.

So I've returned to work now. It's easy but its also getting tougher as the hours passby and I don't get an update on how my baby is doing. I feel so cheated by the entire thing. What's wrong in me checking up every hour? What's wrong in me asking for every small detail? After all this is just the second day I am leaving her in 15 months and it feels like I 'forgot' something essential at home. Everytime I look at the clock, I wonder what she is doing? Has she had her morning milk? Has she been bathed? Is she taking her first nap of the day? Is she still coughing as she was when she woke up when I left home? To a mom who has watched her child EVERY waking minute in the past five and odd months, isn't it but normal to worry about how her baby is doing in someone else' care? Admiteddly that someone might care for her just as much as me but hey this is my second day away from her and I am sorry but I just can't trust another person to care for her like I have/would have done so. Yes, things might be happening differently, she might take a longer nap, refuse to be put down, take half an hour to finish a bottle vis-a-vis the five minute gulp down she does with me BUT I want to know it. AND I want to wonder aloud, YES ALOUD, IN YOUR FACE ALOUD, and ask the caretaker WHY. It doesn't mean I am doubting the caretaker's ability to take care but simply I have the need to ask WHY. Withholding this information from me and not allowing me to know what my baby is doing at any given point in time when I am away from her feels so wrong to me.

My chest gets heavy and my head starts to ache as every minute passes without a sign of a message, call or email about her. And I can't call or do any of it myself lest I anger the caretaker and that affects how my baby is taken care. Tears roll down my cheeks without worrying that I am surrounded by a hundred or so people in the open office. I want to be home taking care of my baby. Going for hours together without food under a hot roof soothing a fussy child or controlling the urge to pee for endless mintues to just have one more 'minute' with the baby and successfully have her take a nap is far more preferable to me than sitting in a perfectly airconditioned room with endless 'me' time ahead. This is all so so wrong. And all because I need to work. All because I need to provide for the future comforts 'we' have planned. All freaking because I made some decisions in life that I shouldn't have. But it all doesn't matter now. Right now. I just wish one thing. I just wish someone would tell me what my baby is doing now.

Edited to add: So I overreacted but I am not going to delete it :)) Blame it on the hormones!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Neighbor, neighbor stop yapping at the door!

Neighbor, neighbor stop yapping at the door!
I have two hungry mouths to feed
Two dirty (not really!) bodies to clean
One of which is stranded in the middle of the bath
When I came to answer your call!
Yes, your Tupperware looks good not cos I love costly plastic
But I have a thing for red!
And um no I don’t do Oriflame…or Amway much either
Unless of course the one selling is my sister!
Oh, I know your hubby is in the LIC
But I have too many policies already while the SO has none
And no, you can’t sell to him no!
What, did I hear you right? MLM? Mega losers of the month, is it?
No, thank you no LMM for me…I mean MLM…whatever!
And thank you now, very much indeed, but I HAVE to go
What? Yes, I will let you know when I change my mind
Yes, LIC, MLM, A$$ I shall remember them all
Oh, isn’t that your cooker blowing? No?
It must be mine then though the house remains ominously quiet
Except of course for your babbling mouth…and mine!
Now please yes I just MUST go and attend to that kid
Oh, sure I will let you know when ever I change my mind
Didn’t I just tell you that?
No? You must be ‘I-need-hear-ten-times-before-I-really-hear-it’ kinda person
So okay I will knock on your door if I change my mind
BTW, hear that thunderous noise from the bath? Must be my kid
I SHOULD go now you know….What? New offers? Sure, sure
Yes, YES I will let you know if I ever change my mind though that’s now unlikely
Now scoot loudmouth before I knock your head!

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Help me fight for my cause?

As you may know, I volunteer to coordinate Twestival India in my free time and help raise funds for charities. Before you let that put you off, no it’s not just for folks on Twitter. Twestival is an offline event organized to fundraise for chosen charities on a single day synchronously across the globe.  And I am really happy and proud to be associated with it as it gives my life a little purpose (I  always did fancy the image of that centaur riding into the sun fighting for a cause :P ). To know more about Twestival, click to read my other blog here.

Donate here

Now, I seek your support to help me fight for my cause :) I’ve set myself a goal of raising Rs. 5 lakhs through Twestival India this year before the 27th of March – both through online donations as well as our offline events across Indian cities on 24th March.

Can you help me achieve this mission?

Multiple ways to contribute:

1.   Simply donate online through GiveIndia. All our charities are legal, registered and authentic. Please click here to donate. You can give as little as Rs.110 but I do hope you will be generous and give a bit more :)

2.   Buy a Ticket and attend our event. 100% of your ticket money will go as donations to the charity. If you happen to be in Bangalore, Chennai, Cochin, Delhi, Hyderabad, Kolkata, Mumbai, Pune, or Pilani, you can take part in the festivities and have fun while giving. Check for ticket details.

3.   Like city logos on Facebook and help win $1000 additional grant for our NGOs. Click here to donate a Facebook minute (Last day for contest is 17th March)

4.   Spread the word – Forward this post to friends, family and colleagues

Be generous and be happy! Reaching 5 lakhs is not too difficult if I have your support, right?