Save earth?

Been some time since i blogged call it laziness or being a mother of a bubbly boy.. it taken me sometime to warm up again.

i have been reading, hearing, watching all this stuff about how we need to save the earth from global warming and all that..and what i actually feel is that what we are actually trying to do is save mankind here. think about it..only when "we" that is "Man" becomes extinct does the earth get a chance to breath and get back in shape. not even the "big bang" which made the Dinos go blink made the planet stop in its track. So i guess the only way to save earth is by giving it a big chance ..stopping our "progress" and going back to the dark ages of the stone period. now thats not possible and until we really get down to business of stopping the pollution, we are witnessing the beginning of our end here.

For mother planet ..it would be the beginning of resurgence.

God bless mankind...

My life is no longer mine.

It blasted the sock out of me. I was emotionally and physically exhausted. I was totally unprepared for this event in my life and it made me realize that I am no longer living for “me” alone…my whole being, my soul, my emotion and my body has been taken over by another human being. It has shaken me off my reverie and it has forced me to take a good hard look at my priorities in my life. This human being, tiny little thing, totally dependent on me for every single step all the way through his adult life has put me in deep deep thought and woken me out of my slumber of taking my life for granted.

My son had caught a viral flu and was burning away at 102F for 4 days and to make matters worst this was the handiwork of an abscess in the crevasse of his anus. And to see him weathering in pain at every single motion was like taking a knife and plunging it into me. I have never known this level of emotional trauma, this level of stress, this level of helplessness. It took all my will power and emotional stamina to look at him while he was being knocked off at the surgeons table. All this for a simple surgery to relive him off his pain. It would not have taken no longer than 20 minutes for the minor operation, but it felt longer then that and then to see him unconscious and so helpless was totally overwhelming.

I gave up everything to be by the side of my baby. Praying and holding him like life on earth had ended. My world had stopped. As far as I was concerned the things that were so paramount in my life took a back seat without even me blinking twice. I just wanted him to be well. I saw to it that I was there whenever he opened his eyes and to hear him call me “mimmi” was all that my ears wanted to hear. And at last to see him recover and be his old self again, it was like some great big knife had been removed from my heart. I loved this small little man and I was a mother ready to take on god even if it meant only for a flu and a very treatable “pain in the arse” for my baby.

Wow!! This is what my mother feels for me? This is what they mean by a mothers love? I am so overwhelmed. I was so ready to give my entirety to my precious bundle of energy without even a second thought. This has been an eye opener for me. The immense love that I feel for my child can never ever be substituted for anything in this world. He needs me and I am here to give him my 100% and more.

My life is no longer mine alone and I have no regrets on that. Amazing!!!

Mangalore bearing the brunt.

God!!! I am so angry right now that I am simply not able to frame a coherent sentence. All I am getting are curse words which I cannot key in here. I am referring to that monkey group which calls itself Ram “sena” very literally. And goes about beating up women and innocent people all in the name of morality and culture. These low worms went about smashing a pub in my home town Mangalore, pulping, groping, and molesting women in the process. What the damn fish do they have a right to “sanitise” culture in the first place. The very act of molesting women seems to be all right to them compared to the harmless fun the youth were having at the pub. Those goons had the audacity to get TV crews along with them to cover the historic event, which in a way has backfired since all of us now know the faces of the goons. Looking at the incident on TV, made me tremble with anger. This has not been the first time. These stupid, moronic, self righteous groups bajrang dal, ram sena, shiv sena and all those pigshit eating babbling baboons have gone about beating up women, creating disharmony all in the name of religion and culture. Who are they to tell women cant do this or that…we will do whatever we please to do thank you very much! Does it ever occur to this moronic, demonic group that it is OUR god damn life and we can do absolutely anything that we can want with it as far as it is inside respectable boundaries. Now, if these idiots go about claming that what they did is respectable.. god save this place and our women.

These people are the germs that breed on germs in the very depth of our toe nails. That’s how low they are. If they are so called “moralists” why don’t they go about castrating rapists or go about catching murderers….what the hell am I thinking, these people will most likely collaborate with the rapists and go about taking their turns. I hope that Mangaloreans will not take this lying down and we will really raise our voice against these fanatics. Hope these groups rot in hell. THis happening on the eve of Republic Day ...is this republic enough?

Bonding over the table

Growing up, we never had anything called “Dinner time”. For each his own was how it was. Whoever was hungry grabbed the grub and was seen munching away in front of the TV or a book. I still like doing this. But after marriage, Sanjay was adamant that we sit together for dinner, for him it seemed to be the most important part of the day and as a person who would agree to almost everything I demanded, this was one thing he refused to give in to. And I used to wonder what the big deal was all about. After 6 yrs of frequent dinner times together, I know.

You are in a fast paced life. Daily grind, duties, responsibilities and the list can go on. Dinner time is one time I found that can slow this pace, make you relaxed, nourish your body through a good home cooked meal and strengthen your family bonding. Really? All this? Yes people, its true. This time is when kids can emulate your eating habits. Its when stories are webbed out and its when the sense of humour is the best, its when your days events are brought out like a daily journal, its when you can show off that recipe you have been dying to cook all this while and more.

Its been said that family dinner fosters learning for kids who get exposed to a broader vocabulary via discussions.
It provides a stronger family identity.
Kids eat better with family and get better nutrition.
Parents get to know the days events.
It provides an amiable atmosphere to problem solving.

For me, it’s the pleasure I get in watching my hubby enjoy my cooking and getting to know his day and him getting to know mine. And, we bond, all over again. It’s a different thing though when the discussion comes on about who does the dishes. Well…not us ..the maid comes over. I had to do some cracking like this coz I cant write serious stuff for a long time.

When I decided to blog this it wasn’t just to fill up the blog list…but to let you folks know that life is short. Work is always constant. never ceases. And when you die..you wont be thinking about that project you are working on now or your manager. You look around at your dear ones staring at your face and you will wonder where all the time went. Look at it like this, you have to eat anyway, so eat with your family. So use that dining table for what it is meant to be. For bonding with the people you love the most.

Help help!! ...there is no "help"

You know what can be a horrible nightmare come true for everyone in India? No housemaids!! Oh yes!! All ye out there, I can see so many of you nodding your heads in right earnest. And I am spat in the middle of it right now. The last thing I wanted was a call as early as 7 AM..thats very in the middle of the night for me.. and I knew exactly who it was..my help of course who I thought has called to take a day off… but to unceremoniously dump me?? It was Déjà vu all over again..what for the 3rd time in 9 months. It took me a splash of ice water to settle down the frustration, the anger and the sheer helplessness of having to stare at a day with unclean dishes, cloths, floors, cooking and the rest of the paraphernalia. That’s not the end of it my dears, its with me having to do all this while having to look after, bounce after, run after a toddler all of 15 months. Oh I love being with my sunny, and that’s why it mattered that I had a help..now with none of that and having to play house-house quite literally with a kiddo who can hang on to your leg as if for an advertisement on super glue..its gonna be a rough ride. And to stare at more days then one with the same zeal as looking forward to a cardiac arrest..i can only take so much. But then what choice does one have when all the adventure of housework stares right at your freshly scrubbed face? Well..enter at your own risk. And I did..for the last 5 days its been a pleasure to feel the clean smooth surface of vessel scrubbed into a gleaming silver by my own little two hands has been nothing less then a feeling of exhilaration. I may not even think of wanting a help. I am not being sarcastic here...I just cant seem to understand how I can stand to enjoy it all. And the light at the end of the tunnel comes from all my friends who will vouch for the fact that given some time.. I will not. Oh! Thank god!!!

But even more perplexing has been the fact that all the domestic helps seem to have just disappeared from the face of the earth.. I mean I am happy for them if in all this course of time they have been able to afford to get maids of their own, I mean look at the kind of wages they take from poor us..its day light robbery..but later on that…. Yes,i just don’t seem to getting a decent person to come to my place and help me let go of that darn wok. And the 2 that did come ..hey did you know we actually have super women.. I mean, they came, they saw and before I could say.. “amma…there over there..the swirling roll of hair”…she was out! Abracadabra!! Vanishing act! Whatever…but it’s the fastest in history ever! And so here I am thankful to them only for the reason that they have given me a blog thought, sitting and preening over my neighbors shoulder and wondering if her maid will glance at my poor unhealthy red blood shot eyes and drooping shoulders holding on to sunny who looks like a tornado in motion.. and in a rare case of gesture…sweep and swap my floors for me..and the dishes and the cloths and dusting and if she is still kind enough, to roll the chapathi atta for me? Am I asking for a lot?

Things to do before i kick the bucket..

So when was the last time you did a reality check on how and where your life was going? I mean how many of us out there are doing those things that they love the most? Right after college it was the drill to get a good job. After we got “the good job”, it was a rat race to the top or to that promotion or that something which you thought would make your life, your career.. and then getting married, family, kids, and all the works that come to make us go about living the life we wanted….. have we really got it?

We live our life as though its never going to cease at all. We keep postponing the things we would like to have done. But are our lives so secured that each day wont let us down to a tragedy in waiting? Do we need to have some kind of a summation to fall on our laps to wake us up and try to live our life at the fullest. Anyways. Lot of questions and why I have been asking them is coz of a article I read in readers Digest about “50 things to do before I die” and another article in the same book, where a father realizes that he is dieing due to cancer and will not live to see his daughter grow up. So he takes the opportunity and lives a life that would be his fullest in a short span of time. I for one would love to go about living like that.. so I came up with my own list of 30 things to do before I kicked the bucket and surprise, surprise.. the list gave a perspective to my life. It may have to do with simple things like painting or gardening, but at least it shows that need to do it now as a matter of fact and not procrastinate. The list pointed out that I would love to volunteer at an orphanage, start a business and list goes on.

It revealed to me the kind of person I am. There is this saying that if you want something earnestly, the universe will work in mysterious ways to get it to you. And just about writing it down wishing for it to happened, I hope I have ignited the universe to work its magic. And with this to show me the true meaning of living life to the full.

So here i am..

I am very new to writing. I have never been at ease at having posts being under the scanner. I mean i would have written stuff in my "daily" dairy which was never daily, more like once a month or so, but that's about how much writing i would have done in my life. I dipped my thoughts in it whenever i was extremely happy or extremely sad. And now being a mom which in itself is a daunting and exhausting responsibility that there is absolutely no time to speak of wherein i can sit at peace and write my thoughts. The only time i do get is an hour somewhere in the middle of the night or when sanath is at his best behavior which would last for say max 20 minutes. So why in the world would i want to take the little free time i have to write, of all the things in the world, a blog? Well, it could be that i always thought i was good at writing and this is the time where i can test my skills if any, (yeah right!!now i feel like writing..jeezzz). And if i discover that i don't have the talent to be a writer, so be it. I am not going to fret over it but i will continue to pen my thoughts and I will just tick off the writing part in the "things i need to do b4 i die" list. So all the best to me then. If you are reading this, i hope you like what thoughts i pour into this.