Since my childhood, I have always been very excited about my birthday. As a child, I would look forward to my birthday as that would be one of the occasions when i would get a new dress. I would be all excited to distribute chocolates to my teachers and friends. The concept of giving gifts by parents was not prevalent those days.
Even now I am excited for my birthday. As my husband says, I am the youngest child of the house😂 In earlier years, I would await a gift from my husband. But something has changed this year. Last night when my parents and siblings wished me, my husband and kids gave me a group hug and wished me, I realized this is the best gift of my life; to be surrounded by my loved ones. My friends, real and virtual, have been showering me with wishes since morning. As I grow older, I realize no gift compares to the love and support of the husband, unconditional love of my children, one more year where both my parents wished and blessed me, my siblings though far are close to my heart always, friends who love me for who I am, and I count my blessings.
I am not perfect but God has been kind to bless me with people who love me with all my imperfections.
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This is a candid photo of my son and my daughter. I love this photo, taken by me when we went for our vacation in Goa.
My kids have an age difference of 5 years. They, like all the other siblings, fight with each other, tease each other, sometimes don’t talk for hours with each other. Sometimes I am worried that in a small family like ours their bond shouldn’t weaken. With a very limited extended family, ultimately it will be only the two of them after we are gone.
We were taking a stroll in the evening sun of Goa when both the kids were chatting and they went ahead of us. My daughter had put a protective arm around her elder brother and I couldn’t stop myself from capturing this beautiful moment.
These siblings..not just share everything with each other, most importantly they share genes too. I hope and pray that this bond remains strong forever.
Sarita was very anxious since morning today. It had been only 15 days to her marriage and she wanted to surprise her brand new husband. She had already asked her mother-in-law about his likes and dislikes, favorite food, and so on. Her mother had told her that she could win over her husband through her culinary skills.
Sarita wanted to learn music but her conservative family ensured that she learnt skills to be a good “wife and bahu” and concentrated more on teaching her housework and cooking. Her mother always taught her never to argue with her husband or in-laws. When she asked “Why”, her mom would always say that’s how she could keep everyone happy.
All of 19, trying to keep her saree in intact, her hands still having the mehendi, Sarita started to make preparations for kheer, a dessert that her husband liked. She didn’t want to go wrong. She made sure that the proportions of milk, rice, sugar, and dry fruits were just right. Her mother-in-law had told her that he liked thick kheer. So, in the heat of May she kept on stirring it continuously so that it wouldn’t burn. In that process once or twice her fingers had burnt, but she continued. It took her almost 2 hours to finish the entire process of making kheer. She had forgotten to have her breakfast too. Quickly she applied haldi to the blister of her fingers.
Her husband demanded lunch at sharp 1 pm. Sarita knew he would get grumpy if it was even 5 minutes late. She served him the lunch and stood at his “service” to serve more food. Her mother and mother-in-law had asked her never to eat before him or make no mistakes while serving him his food. Sarita was hungry, was starting to have a headache as she hadn’t had her breakfast, but she kept quiet.
Finally, she very lovingly served the kheer. She was all anxious to see his reaction. He polished off the kheer silently within a few seconds. “You cannot beat my mother’s culinary skills. You haven’t learnt anything from your mom. This kheer didn’t have the consistency or taste that I like. You can never be like my mom”, his tone was sarcastic, rude, and complaining.
Sarita’s eyes welled up. She didn’t know what was hurting more, the blisters in her finger or her heart
One thing I have been observing for quite some time now is kids abhorring studies. No, this is not something new. Even our generation kids, many of them, didn’t like studying. But lately, I can see kids lacking interest in studies overall.
What’s the reason? Gadgets, kids being more entitled, distracted..might be to an extent. But these are not the only reasons. Indian education system gives emphasis to marks rather than learning. The more a kid scores the better student he/she is. Of course, there are brilliant students who love studying and have a very good grasp over subjects. But that percentage of students is very less.
Why should a class 4-5 student be burdened with 8 subjects? Why should the student be burdened with copying from blackboard, completing notebooks, mugging up answers? Where’s the learning? Ask a student of class 8 what he/she had learnt in class 6 and I bet most of them won’t remember. Why? Because they mugged it up just for the exams. The bags are heavy, there are many teachers who just become teachers for the heck of it without having any interest in teaching or are incapable of handling students. Few teachers handle a class 4 student and class 8 student in a similar fashion!
Of course, there are international schools where the curriculum and the style of teaching is different, less burdening. But most students still go to the regular SSC, ICSE and CBSE schools in our country. Sports and extracurricular activities in higher classes are not encouraged by many parents as they feel its a waste of time for their children as there is no surety of career in those fields. Board exams are given more priority.
The parents are under pressure. If their wards do not perform well, they will be left out in the rat race. They will not secure admission in good colleges and won’t be able to make a great career. I am myself the mother of two growing-up children with one child being in 12th this year. My daughter wants to concentrate more on athletics and sports but somewhere balancing studies, homework, classwork becomes hectic for her. There are lengthy answers to be remembered, difficult equations to be solved, redundant Hindi grammar to be studied. Isn’t it too overwhelming for the students?
All I want is the esteemed educators to overhaul this education system. I know there are many teachers and educators who are relentlessly working towards it and it will take time, still I hope there comes a time when the parents and students feel less burdened and the children can say unanimously “I love studies.”
Simmba, a total paisa vasool masala movie. No, I don’t have any qualms or shame in admitting that I am a full-on Hindi masala movie buff. Right from the mindless Amitabh Bachchan movies to Rohit Shetty movies, I enjoy those slow motion entries, the kicks and punches, the colorful costumes and songs, and the larger than life “unreality.” People, like me, wish that all problems could get solved just like that! It has tried to give a message; yes being a commercial movie it couldn’t be made like a documentary but it tried to convey a message.
Wish I could maro ceeteee! Me and my daughter thoroughly enjoyed the movie. My daughter just stop can’t saying “Je mala mahit nai te sanga (tell me something I don’t know😉)
I love the meaningful movies too; but Bollywood masala movies zindabad! Nothing can beat the stress and tension like they do..
Whose says a girl who can strut in heels cannot be a sportsperson or vice versa? Given an opportunity, a girl can do any and everything.
My daughter can be an avid footballer one day and get all dressed up and admire herself the other day.
A girl can be equally comfortable both in studs and heels.