Board Exams

#boardexams
When my son was younger, say in class 1-2, I used to be a very strict and paranoid mom about his studies. Like all the firstborns, my son was also the “bali ka bakra.” Like all the first-time moms, I used to fret over English, Maths, Hindi and at times forget that he was just a little kid. Few years down the line, I realized my mistake and introspected. I was being unfair to my child. That sudden realization of my follies made me a much “cooler” and calmer mom. I am still strict about my kids’ studies but I am not paranoid. I am still strict about their study schedule, book completion, attendance, revision but I don’t worry about a bad unit test or few mistakes here and there.
Last year my son appeared for his 10th board and I was cool as a cucumber throughout the year. I saw to it that my son studied on time, went for his classes, and so on. But I never stopped him from partying, going out with friends, playing football, or few days just take a break. I didn’t care whether he would score 95% or not, I just wanted him to do his best and not get unnecessarily stressed out.
This year he will be in 12th and I truly hope I am as cool as I was in his 10th. He is chalking out his career plans and I know he will definitely do something good in life. He has promised me to work harder this year and I know he will.
I don’t know whether I am right or wrong; all I want my children is to be happy. Rest their choices (we can only guide them) and their destiny.

Cherish the relations..

Feeling restless and disturbed after looking at the images of all the young widows, little kids, aged parents, distraught siblings of the martyrs.
 
For all the bickering and unhappy couples, there is a wife who will never get to see, speak or touch her husband again. For all the complaining kids, there are children who would never get to hug their father again. For all those elderly parents holding grudge against their sons, some parents will never be able to feel the warmth of their sons’ heads on their laps again. For all those friends who procrastinate keeping in touch or meeting, you will never have this friend in your group again. For the siblings fighting over trivial issues, you will never get to tease or have mock fight with that brother again.
 
Cherish the relationships, it just takes a second for a person to be addressed in past tense..

Gully Boy–Bahot hard hai bhai!

#GullyBoy
#Righttodream

Everyone has the right to dream! The socially and economically challenged, girls, people from every caste and creed! Its not easy to break the stereotypes, the age-old shackles and mindset, but “daring hona chahiye!” Often we are the victims of our own mindset and inhibitions. Time to break it! The youth can do that!

Take a bow Ranveer Singh and Alia Bhatt! You guys can mold into any character. The ensemble cast has also really performed well. For people who don’t understand Mumbaiya lingo or rap culture, it might be a letdown but the movie is more than that! Zoya Akhtar took a risk in making a film of completely different genre and she has done a good job. For someone who has lived a privileged life to get into the life of Dharavi is not easy.

Let’s appreciate the filmmakers and the actors for trying to do something different. Achche filmon ka time aa gaya! Bahot hard hai bhai!

Gully Boy–Bahot hard hai bhai!

#GullyBoy
#Righttodream

Everyone has the right to dream! The socially and economically challenged, girls, people from every caste and creed! Its not easy to break the stereotypes, the age-old shackles and mindset, but “daring hona chahiye!” Often we are the victims of our own mindset and inhibitions. Time to break it! The youth can do that!

Take a bow Ranveer Singh and Aalia Bhatt! You guys can mold into any character. The ensemble cast has also really performed well. For people who don’t understand Mumbaiya lingo or rap culture, it might be a letdown but the movie is more than that! Zoya Akhtar took a risk in making a film of completely different genre and she has done a good job. For someone who has lived a privileged life to get into the life of Dharavi is not easy.

Let’s appreciate the filmmakers and the actors for trying to do something different. Achche filmon ka time aa gaya! Bahot hard hai bhai!

The Warm Embrace

When she first came here, it was like a big big change.  A girl who had grown up and lived in small towns wasn’t sure if she could fit the bill.  It was huge, unnerving, seemingly aloof.  She thought it was would never accept her.  After all, she seemed to be a misfit.

But in just a matter of few months her fears vanished.  She was proven wrong.  The city of dreams had welcomed her with open arms.  Mumbai was her home now.  That girl was me.  Since February 2002 Mumbai is my home.  People call it a ruthless city.  Yes..its a city where there are lots of problems.  It is overpopulated, roads are congested, infrastructure is bad, yet there is “something” about this city which makes people fall in love with it so much that they don’t want to leave it.

I fell in love with Mumbai.  Despite its flaws, this city gave me a freedom that I hadn’t experienced in the safe confines of the small towns.  This city did not judge me.  I could be me, wear what I wished, roam around safely alone at unearthly hours.  Marine Drive, Bandra-Worli Sea link, the sea, the roads, the local trains, the wada pavs, the local lingo, the air are all a part of my system now.  This city gave me an identity.  I learnt how to project myself, how to be bindaas..

Mumbai embraced me in its warm hug.  The city which seemed aloof, vast and scary is the one which is my home now; its like my heartbeat now.

Once just Mumbai city is now an emotion; its aamchi Mumbai, its my love..

Snoring!

As most of the husbands do, my husband also snores! I get fed up sometimes, but as it happens, over the years you learn to share your flaws with your partner! Like all other wives, I also complain, “His snores disturb my sleep!”
 
Last week, one night when I woke up to drink water I realized that my husband was sleeping very quietly, so very unlike of him! Rather than being happy, I panicked. Of late, my husband has been under a lot of stress, he has crossed 45. I quickly nudged him slightly and he started snoring happily again.
 
I smiled to myself and slept peacefully. His snores felt like music, they didn’t disturb me!
 
#happyvalentinesday

A world without girls

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

How would the country and world be if there were no girls?

Could the existence of us be there if not for those girls?

No mothers, sisters, wives, aunts, friends, strong women around

Would the world be so much fun if all the chatter wasn’t around?

Everybody wants their progeny to grow

Without the girls it would not happen, let me tell you if you didn’t know!

Its high time the country and world should honor the existence of a daughter

How I wish some heartless would stop their slaughter

Should the daughters cease to take birth?

That would definitely mean slow death of this beautiful earth.