Being What I Always Wanted To Be.....

We don’t realise what we are doing to our family till it’s too late. It’s so common everywhere. We convince ourselves that what we are doing is for our kids, our family whereas it’s usually our selfish interest. We are not putting our asses to work and convincing ourselves to be merited one day because we love our kids. We do it because we want to do it. Because we want to succeed. We want to excel in our career. That’s one perspective and it’s relative. What might be a loss for one can be a gain for another. I might take it as losing it on my own health, time with my kid, and from someone else’s perspective might be that it’s small sacrifices for big benefits for me and my family’s future. There is no right or wrong here. There is no success our failure here. And I am no sadhguru here. But it’s very simple for me. Does my career excellence gives me the same happiness as picking up my kid on time or maybe early everyday and never make him wait for even a minute outside his school

I never thought that I am a person who is capable of doing something for a social cause. I imagined myself to be any other person who just sits and discusses common social problems and forget it the next day. But ever since my post-delivery, I have this strong urge of helping anyone I can who is going through PPD or any other kind of stress/depression during this phase. Once you have been into such a situation, you can never forget how it made you feel and how lucky you are to have come out of it. You would not want anyone else to hit that low in their life. And if there is anything from your experience that can help anyone to come out of it, that can be the best you can do in your life for another human-being. People often live under this assumption that this is something very rare. Trust me, its as common as the flu except that its not a disease. Its just a mental state. I am no professional but I am a survivor and any survivor would tell you the same. We as mothers, when our

So my blog stopped running lately because my son did ! He is 1.5 year old toddler now which is unimaginable for me. I started writing my blogs back in 2009 which seems like yesterday to me and this post is from a mom of 1.5 year old ! Anyway, my blog's biggest fan (my husband ofcourse because who else reads it?) did a fan-request lately to write something. So here I am. Half of my mind is invested in my work, the other half is invested to be in alert-mode if my son wakes up. So I really don't have an agenda here.  Life has been busy. But not busy like maybe it was a year ago. A year ago, I wasn't really happy with the busy-ness. I wasn't healing from the tiredness, from the depression, from the hopelessness and from the trust-less-ness.  And now, I am happy! Like really happy! Maybe because I have become more efficient in being a mom, a working mom and probably a wife! I have accepted few things and I have adapted a handful stuff. My son is much happier in