Colors of life

Since ages, we have classified moms in two categories. Good moms and bad moms. Until recently, when another type sprung up and lo!behold every mom strives to hold a place in that category. Yup, Super moms it is! And why not, they definitely deserve the title, who makes the world go around for their little ones. Though, not me. I don’t consider myself a super mom nor am I striving for that coveted title. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to become a super mom but the truth is I know that I don’t have it in me to become one. Miserable, I know. Oh well, it just doesn’t come naturally to me, try hard as I might (which I don’t, if truth be told). However good intentions I might have but it somehow comes out in a different manner altogether and I become the devil mom in the eyes of my little one. Sigh! Well, not that I really mind being a devil mom since that is one thing I can really excel at, so at least don’t take that away from me. Whatt?? You don’t take me seriously? I’m not kidding at...

It is said that a mother is a child’s first teacher. What a mother can teach her child, no one else can. Absolutely true. But have you ever wondered what a child can teach a mother.   Let me tell you what my child has taught me and how it has changed me in these five years of motherhood which no parenting book or article could succeed in teaching me. 1. Patience Or the lack of it. Yes, I was patience personified before motherhood struck me and mostly everyone I know would vouch for it. But my patience got impatient as soon as my child learned how to play with it. Oh yes! They sure know how and when to twist your   arm and turn it around in their favour. By hook or by crook. And then all hell breaks loose. 2. Staying fit Well, I have always been a little health conscious. Not a health freak for sure but a little watchful and liked to hit the gym more often than not. Yoga and Pranayam was not my cup of tea though, it was for older people suffering from health problems. Accor...

My dear daughter,   Congratulations! We’ve a new milestone to write about. You just completed five years since you popped out from me. Yay! Five going on fifteen. Oh yes. I won’t have to wait anymore to see how your teenage years are going to impact me as a parent. Nope. Coz, I’m the lucky one to experience it already even before you set your foot in pre pre-teens. I even shudder to think what’s in store for me when you actually enter your teens. I swear I don’t ever recall throwing such attitude, sass, style, drama or the vocabulary even after my teenage years, that you do at this tender age of five! It would have been much easier to blame it on your genes but sadly I don’t have that advantage to do that. I feel like I was a complete nincompoop at that age compared to you. And hence, I’m really astonished by the feats you are achieving so early in life which took me years and yet haven’t managed to master. Not that I undermine your achievements, I definitely knew that you had it...

In today’s times, parenting has become a challenge, more so the art of ‘right way’ of parenting. What is the right way, you ask? Well, I’d just say that if you are looking for the right answer then you are looking in the wrong place. I’m no parenting expert and nor I’m here to preach anyone the right or wrong ways of parenting. Everyone has their own style of parenting and I’m sure everyone parents according to what they think is the right way. To each their own, I would say. I’m no one to judge anyone’s parenting style and I expect the same from others. Oh well, at least I can hope. I know there are people who are always going to judge you and your way of parenting, no matter what. * “Oh what kind of a mother she is? Feeding her child formula milk and not mother’s milk!” and if she is breastfeeding her child beyond one year of age “How long will you breast feed her now.. you need to stop else it will be tough to wean after a certain age” * “Omg! She hasn’t managed to potty train ...

An insight into my world before and after the baby...  Before a baby :  A normal conversation between my husband and I would consist of every topic possible to talk under the stars. After a baby:  The only thing we could talk about was what the baby did, what the baby ate, what color did it poop. All conversations somehow lead to the baby and that was all we could talk with each other and everyone else too. Before a baby : A normal weekday would be like wake up at 8 am, have breakfast with hubby, see him off to work, and have the entire day to myself for doing anything I want or don’t want to do till he comes in the evening, have tea and snacks together, cook and eat whatever the mood is, watch some tv and sleep by 12. After a baby : A normal day would be wake up when the baby wakes and then the entire day is on a fasttrack mode -  feed her, bathe her, change diapers, clean bottles, play with her – on a repeat mode and when you are hell tired and decide to call it...

 For me, a born introvert, it was never easy making friends since childhood. And I never even tried hard to make new friends. I was just happy in my shell, with just one or two friends whom I gelled well with, in all the phases of my life till now.     There are friends for a reason, friends for a season and friends for a lifetime. I don’t believe in making friends for a reason though because of my naivety and trust on every other person I met, I was often taken on a ride and people used my friendship for their own means. For that very reason, I became wary of making friends and had trust issues later in life when I finally got worldly wise.  Friends for a season came and went. For a short time I got to know some wonderful people who will always be remembered with fondness but are no more a part of my life simply because we didn’t try enough to keep in touch or maybe our journey of friendship was only for that particular phase. The bonding we once shared faded with...

A father is a son’s first hero and a daughter’s first love. Yeah you got that right! This post is gonna be a tribute to a super dad and what better time to express it than on Father’s day. Since, I’ve already expressed my gratitude, respect and love for my dad a few years back; this post will be about a dad who is no less than a mother for his child. Infact, if truth be told he is more of a mother to our child than I can ever be! Yes that’s my husband I’m talking about and I’m proud to say that he’s the most hand’s-on, most loving, most fun to be with and the most patient dad I’ve ever come across in my life. When I see them both together, it’s like no one else exists for them in that moment…not even me! Yeah obviously I do turn green with envy most of the times or at least I portray it in that manner but the fact is deep down inside it gives me immense peace and serenity to watch this exceptional bond between the father daughter duo. He plays many roles in our daughter’s life. Apart...

My dear Daughter, I still can’t believe you are four now! I mean, where and how did all these years whiz by me? Inspite of my whining and grumbling to the world about how you have left no stone unturned to make my life, umm well, frenzied (to put it gently); I realize now how ridiculously boring and uneventful my life would have been otherwise and I wouldn’t have anything to blog about here if not for your ..err.. rebellious, defiant and charismatic personality. So thanks to you for keeping my blog alive and giving me motivation to write about periodically! You entered your fourth year with a thud.. A thud with blood. Gosh! It still gives me a shiver when I think of that fateful day. We were having our dinner, your dad and I, and you were playing inside the room all alone (still curse ourselves for leaving you alone despite knowing your mischievous nature…sigh!) and suddenly we heard a loud thud from the room. We rushed inside to see what happened and there you were lying on the fl...

I couldn’t recognize her at first. It took me a few moments to realize that it was her. Her face looked pale and there were traces of aging all over her beautiful face. She looked ten years older than her actual age. She was the one who was blessed with good looks and beauty. She was a beautiful person inside out. She had always been popular back in our hay days. Everyone loved her and yearned for her company.   Though only a lucky few got the pleasure of her company. And I was the chosen one.   It was a sort of miracle that she chose me to be her friend since we were complete opposites. While I was an introvert, she was an extrovert. While I was the geek of the class, she was the heart of the class. While I used to shy away from parties, she was the life of a party. While I had a few friends, she made friends easily.   In short, we were poles apart yet there was some unknown force that bonded us together and made our friendship stronger by the day. Eventually, we grew to...

  One of the most wonderful time period in any woman’s life is when she is pregnant. That is the time when she is treated like a queen in the house and her wish becomes everyone’s command. Oh yes! So apparently it is the most blissful and indulging phase that she goes through in her entire life. But along with the goodness you have to bear a lot of advice thrown your way at every step. The so-called ‘experienced’ women will leave no stone unturned to claim an upper hand over the situation. Of course, they mean good in their own way but sometimes it just becomes a tad too overwhelming to digest all their beliefs and advices. As your belly grows, so the does the opinions and speculations. Some of the most common beliefs / advices that most women come across are :   Eat for two This is, probably, the most common piece of advice given by every other person when you are pregnant. It is believed that since you are carrying a life inside of you, you need to double the quanti...