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

So it’s been a tough month for various reasons and one of those are the unsolicited advices that I have got in last couple of weeks for my 3 year old.  There is a phase when you are new at parenting and you can’t make head and tail out of any simple or complicated thing thrown your way. During that phase, you seek help and advices and that time you get all abstract advices. Like for anything related to your kid’s health, do not go to a doctor, go to a priest. For anything behaviour related to your kid, don’t try to reason it, just tell the kid this is how it’s done. So over the time you realise that though some things are very precious and exclusive in terms of the years of experience the other people have but it’s always safer to make your own experiences if you really don’t consider those people to be your role models for parenting. Then you start taking your own calculated risks in taking decisions about your kid. Like following only doctor’s advices, or following only home reme...

I used to be very proud of not being addicted to anything in my life. If I am spending time on tv which can become an addiction, I would immediately shut it off without being much affected, if I am getting to be a workaholic, I would immediately get back to other priorities in life and stuff like that. If I keep scrolling social media for no reason, I retire from all those apps in a snap.  And that’s the reason I prefer even the hobbies which are self dependent. I mean if I like sports, I prefer going for a run rather than something which needs another person. I like reading, writing which is a big time solo.  But lately, I realised that I have an addiction of being addicted to people which is probably since the time I was big enough to be social. And apparently that’s a real thing! There have always been people in my life in every phase whom I am addicted to talking to, chatting up, sharing things etc. Obviously not everyone is not so fond of such things and over the time the...

So today is Father’s Day and the father-son duo spent the whole day together playing like both are 3-year olds. I did my part by cooking on demand for both the boys and overall the day was good.  I do not exaggerate when I say that my husband is the best father I have seen in my life. He teaches our son the biggest lessons of life so subtly and so calmly that it’s nothing less than a miracle most of the time. Ayaansh has overcome his most fears, learnt to let things/people go in the healthiest way possible and brings out his artistic side .. all thanks to his father’s efforts. He is the strict parent among the two (yeah it is a surprise for me too!) but he is still Ayaansh’s best friend. They love reading together, they love hugging each other while sleeping, they love playing football together and they have this strange silent talking which Ayaansh never does with me. With me, he is a chatter box, whether I am idle with him, working, cooking, watching tv, reading.. whatsoever. But...

 Ever since I was a child with a little understanding of the world and surroundings I have been a big advocate of never comparing children. We have all been victims of it somewhere sometime and we all know how it feels. Even before I was a parent, I have written blogs on this and still when I think world has changed, people have evolved, I see it all around me.  Infact I think it’s even worse now. I remember my 1.3 year old son compared with his 11 months cousin who started walking sooner! From there to now that he is 3 years (and still a baby), these kids have to fight this fight everyday. Is there a better child? There are just children.. unique and different in their own ways. But how difficult is it to understand for the most!  On one hand I get the expressions of “oh my god, why is your 2 year old attending online class!!” On the other hand, I get questions like “that kid responses to every question, why doesn’t your kid?” Does it matter?  So what instigated thi...

So I have been very lucky when it came to finding perfect friends at the perfect time in life. They all are very special and hold a special place for different reasons in my life. From having the oldest one with more than 3 decades of friendship to the dearest friend with whom I share more than 2 decades of friendship to the recent one which is just a 4-week old friendship, each of them have helped me being where I am today and this is no less than a blessing. I have always believed in these relations being much stronger or natural than the blood relations we carry by our biological reasonings. This is a family which might not share the same surnames or sibling parents but will be there for you at 3 am as well if you need them with no strings attached. So I have friends with whom I can share my darkest days, secrets, phases. Friends who make workplace such a brighter and comfy place to go to (physical or virtual). Friends with whom you can spend the night talking, drinking, dancing, sh...

 So today I was watching a YouTube video of a flash mob in Italy who performed for a guy who wanted to propose his girl in a very special way on the iconic Bruno Mars song “Marry me”. It was such a happy and emotional 4 minutes video that it took me back to those butterfly-in-the-stomach days of me and husband-dearest. My better half being the perfect shy gentleman that he is ..has never been too expressive. And I being the loud, talkative extrovert that I am have always taken the expressions to the highest level possible so much so that it has embarrassed him at many occasions ! Remembering one such xxl-size expression of mine, we were dating at the time and it was his birthday. We went out for a movie in the afternoon and in the attempt of doing something different than the past couple of years, something truly unexpected, here is what I came up with. A few weeks before his birthday, I dug out the multiplex manager’s contact number. And I contacted him to execute my super-special...

 So I got my first dose of vaccination of covishield on 11th May in a government centre of Karnataka. The experience was okay. I got a little lucky in getting past the local influence extremism and getting through vaccination. However, the worst part of it was they didn’t give any instructions on what we can expect post vaccination (1st dose) and just mutely gave me 2 paracetamol and sent me away. They didn’t ask me to wait around too so I also chose it better to get back home immediately. On second thoughts.. is that why govt centres are providing free of cost vaccination? They are like “ok we have vaccinated you so now go to watsapp university or google institution and go nuts on what’s expected and what not OR do a paid consultation with another doctor to get proper guidance?” Smart move though..! Anyway I got back and relied on friends feedback of their experience of getting vaccinated and found it’s not much of a hype. So while driving back itself I started feeling some pain i...