Friday Theme

Third Friday of the month and the theme “Depression, is a grey cloud, moving, yet not moving...”

Just like anybody would feel, the topic is way too personal to me. At first, I wanted to let it pass, but then the urge to record it in words was compelling.

I have been through it and I have seen my near and dear ones suffering too. It is not easy to accept that one goes through depression. We, women are at higher danger's of being labeled if our mental condition is out in the open. I have experienced it myself, so why hide the truth. 

Being not so good at socializing and with no good friends, it was tough to overcome the condition. But miracle do happen and some force kept me away from further destruction.


But true to the words “Depression, is a grey cloud, moving, yet not moving...”,, it does not go away completely. Memories remain fresh and that could prove fatal unless one learns to override.

I stop here for I am over the moon. Reason being Santa's gift. More next post :)

Just another afternoon

I look at my daughter whose happily enjoying her not so usual afternoon nap today and feel so amused.  I wonder, when was it last I had a sleep like hers without caring a damn.

Our afternoons are mostly spent with activities and today was supposed to be with the chessboard, but that never happened. For quite sometime our usual schedules have been offtrack and hoping the upcoming holidays helps reset our clocks.

On one such afternoon this is what we did. The idea comes from here

Rough Day.

I learnt my share of lessons from online shopping.

I hate to say this but its just not for me. I can never seem to figure out how to go about completing an order without ever going wrong. Not just once, every single time I have goofed it up be it groceries, gifts or even simple shopping.

If that was not enough to spoil the day, I lost my Lakme Mascaara even before I got it home after the purchase.

Hoping for a better day with the next sunrise.

Tuesday Theme - 3

Todays theme is kind a touchy to me. It depends on how you interpret it for the current times or otherwise.
The theme for third Tuesday of the month :
"They said he died because they wouldn’t accept him for who he was..."


He had just come out of the closet. He had shifted base back to his home town knowing that his near and dear were not in support of him. Deep inside he knew he could win them over. The recent government ruling worsened the situation. He was double minded. One fine day he breathed his last. They said he died because they wouldn't accept him for who he was but none knew that he was in his last stages of life battling against cancer. Working shores away was just an excuse to keep away the double agony from his near and dear ones. 

Note: This is an attempt at fiction. Any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental. 

Back to the grind

Monday is back just that this time around the house feels empty. Two weeks was a bliss with mom being around I had nothing to worry about. MarathonBlogging, baking and self grooming was all that I had to track. Now that shes off to be with her mother, I dread how long it is going to be before I hit back at the lazy side of mine. Adding on is the cold weather. Sigh!

Thankfully today was a holiday for K and we had a gala time at her friends birthday party. And I was more than glad it was a pretty simple KIDS birthday party!

The only good side of the day, was the email with the secret Santa details. I am on cloud nine for this is the first time, I am taking part in a Santa game. 

                                                      Source: sodancapassion.blogspot.com

Me time - Sunday

After a long long gap, I got to have some "Me" time. The feeling is heavenly when you are just alone striding across the roads with no one to check for except you. Oh the best I do during these hours of solitude is window shopping for I can never make my mind on what I prefer without the spouses help.

On other note, I surprised the spouse with a Citizens watch. I walked into Central at Jayanagar, straight went to the watch counter, and this one caught my attention with its simple and classy look. Not wasting a single second more, the gift was billed and wrapped with another Rs.500 off as part of X'mas celebrations.

What do you think about the watch? :)

Not so easy

Its the 14th day of the month and the mind is struggling to keep the flow on. Blogging on a day to day basis is not fun I gather. Time,discipline and commitment plays a part.

Between hosting a dinner party and attending K's annual day celebrations, this is all I could manage to pen down today.

Hope to get back in full action tomorrow.

Laughter theme

Theme for the day -- "They say laughter is the best medicine..."

Sure its true. Here is why.

Shopping to me is stressful. Yes, you read it right. I have never enjoyed shopping be it at the supermarket or for apparels. One evening, while at the supermarket when we were seriously looking at the price tags and debating on to pick the item or not, we had a cry.."Koi mujhe bacha lo".

On any given instance, I would have looked in the danger way, but this time, we just had a hearty laugh.The cry was from a toddler, but why would I laugh at it? The parents were trying hard to keep the kid stay put in the baby seat and it was in a very cute manner , the kid was protesting.

Thanks to the kid, that evening I realized the truth behind Laughter is the best medicine.
We laughed our hearts but we were cautious enough not to let the parents down. The rest of my shopping went pretty cool that evening.

Magical moments

 

                                                Source: Husbands collection

Bored of role plays, one evening I and my 4 year old daughter sat to discuss what more we could do  together. Long forgotten were the soft toys which she adored at one stage. I suggested fetching out her most favorite toy from the lot and get going with a story around them.

She was more than happy to take the opportunity to show off her ability to frame a story out of the blue.
She picked a few of them but her story stuck to two dogs. This is how it went

"This is the story of two dogs. They are Papa dog and Mama dog.
They are going to market. 
They are searching for the baby dog who fell down. (I correct her here, its puppy not baby dog)
The puppy got lost.
Afterwards they found the puppy and took him to doctor.
They were all happy after that."

Coming from a kid who was way too late to start talking compared to her peers, I was dumbfound. There was once a time in my life I panicked looking at the milestone charts and worried if my baby was affected with one of the syndromes. None of the assurances around would calm me down. Now if I look back I feel so dumb and ignorant to have been so.Blame it on the information overload through different medias.

Today I am at a comfortable space and have grown mature in this journey of parenting. I know when to go looking for the panic button and not just go overboard every single time. It would be  unfair if I don't mention two more people who have instrumental in this growth.

• The spouses constant support and understanding and taking over from time to time and 
• Shailja 's assurance that a different approach to things will deliver results have worked wonders.

Early Morning Gyaan

The unexpected school holiday today triggered some happy moments at home. The kiddo came back home disappointed from the bus stop, so much that she was insisting her grandfather to drop her at the school in an auto. Touch wood, I hope she enjoys her journey to school this way.

Her sleep was long gone by and the only other option she gave us was to keep her engaged with her toys. Suited well for we could carry on with our morning chores without much interference.  

Remember the Lego Blocks I mentioned as gifts from Santa here? These blocks were standard sized  and she got along the duplo set too that again was a gift. The spouse being a lover of blocks, claimed the pieces from both the sets would interlock perfectly without much experience. I disagreed the very next second and tried all possible combinations to prove I was correct and was at it for good five minutes.

Something totally unexpected was to happen. The kiddo managed to interlock the pieces in the next two seconds. I had nothing more to explain. May be I should have just said yes to the spouses claim knowing that he was a good researcher.

I was happy that she did not go the traditional route of just believing what she saw. Like they say, children have their instinct to grasp and gain from the nature. 

A sense of happiness prevailed and I was glad I was proved wrong. 

Tuesday Theme -2

The lady was sick; the man had to take over.
Little did he know what lay ahead.
Those shiny sharp objects scared him forever.
He took his baby steps,
Perfectly well laid was the chopping board and the job was done.
But there was more trouble ahead for he could not figure out how to use the mixer
Ouch!! He grit his teeth and bore the pain.

The presence of a blade never struck him.

This is my entry for the theme "He grit his teeth and bore the pain" at Marathon Bloggers.

Santa comes visiting

Its half an hour more to end the day, but the blog post for MB2013 Day 9 is just taking form.

It was a challenge I took upon myself and do not want to give it a miss.

Oh! the tired soul would not worry much for records but the mind won't let go.

The eyes meet the gifts lying away at the corner and awakens the mind.

Yes! this is what I wanted to blog about. Santa's gift they were.

Oh boy! her thrill knew no bounds for she knew the gifts were entirely hers.

The first from one of her family members, her favorite angry bird cartoons embossed on a cup.

To know what the second was, she had to wait. 

She grew restless by the minute, till her dad arrived.

Patient she was, till we got to the gift through the countless wrapping.

The suspense opened up in the form of a Kitty soft toy and Lego blocks.

We saw her enthusiasm to stay up all night and build up something fighting her tired eyes,

But alas she had to retire and leave the enjoyment behind on a promise she would be given all of evening tomorrow.

A happy mother thanking Santa here.

Good night!

                                                 Source: draggpost.com

OCD

Has it ever occurred, that you kept going back to the kitchen to check for those spill spots on the stove top or the tiles in the kitchen or just kept washing cleaned utensils, or check for stain marks on cutting board? Hate finding different lids on the utensils other than the designated ones? Prefer washing every single bottle before using it to store back the same ingredient? Run for the towel the moment something spills on the floor? And the list can go on..


The above can be said true in my case. May be I suffer from OCD or I do suffer from OCD. I have never given it a serious thought for it has not started affecting my daily life as yet. The only time when it throws in a fit is when I have to let someone else take over the kitchen be it mom, mom in law, maid or my husband. That does not happen often, the only time it happens is when I am in dire need of rest during illness or recovery. But yet, the mind would not budge.

MindBlock!

After spending the last 36 hours at the hospital, the last thing that I wanted to do is to boot up the computer. But living in an era where keeping technology at bay is impossible, the obvious happened.I promise I wouldn't take a minute more than just looking through my mails, blogs and of course FB.

I forget I am supposed to be resting and not ogling at the screen. I come across a post shared by around 10 people on my news feeds. For some reason, this time around instead of ignoring it, I did have a look at it. I go back and find just two men (out of the ten I mentioned) have shared it.

The campaign has a strong base to it but we are still yet to see some light.

I hope some day the fairer sex would stop being considered OBJECTS!

Here is the link 

An emotion called Anger

"When I am angry I...."sounds familiar isnt it.. Friday it is and the theme for MarathonBloggers.

One look at it and I think what a cake walk topic but ...
It takes courage to go public about what one does when he/she is angry. People tend to marganalize and label you with your actions. Your actions could be momentary but onlookers would never know. You may have a good soul but that one moment of emotion could tarnish you.

Its not easy just not getting angry, I am a human and anger is part and parcel of life that came in with birth, I believe. A new born baby shows anger by wailing , a toddler through tantrums, a pre schooler may just fuss around everything , and the list goes on. As we grow into adults, somewhere realization hits us and we look for damage control. But that works only if it isnt too late which ever situation it may be.

Being a mother brings in a lot of challenges. When the kid happens to be an over active one its going to be a herculian task and I fall under the second category of mothers.

Being part of an active mothers only group has sure helped me realize the importance of not staying calm when raising kids.

So what do I do?

When I get angry I

1. Don't enter the kitchen.
2. Bake cookies or cakes.
3. Keep the music on high and dance away.
4. Eat some dark chocolate for I don't stock junk.
5. Rearrange clothes and furniture.
6. Have an open talk with the spouse.
7. Rant about it to friends.

If none works I just cry it out.

The above don't work when with my kiddo

All that I do at those times are Breathe or Move away from the kid.

Off late I have ensured my kid gives me a warning "Amma lets laugh on this and forget the anger". It works depending on the situation.

Following a few blogs have helped me to an extent

http://momdiary.blogspot.in/

http://theorangerhino.com/


And the book "How to talk so kids will listen..." is just amazing and make parenting look easier and trust me its not simple but when practiced brings in a whole new meaning to parenting.

So get going and hit the cool button. :)

Father-Daughter bond

I am sure most SAH or WFH moms would agree to the experience I am about to share.

Its not something that happens everyday at our home. The spouse came home early by about four hours today, much to the surprise of you know who, my 4.7 year old daughter. The way they spent their next two hours , made me jealous to the core. But why?


May be , I just saw myself in the spouse's place? What if I had the liberty to see my dream come true on the career front, knowing truly well that it was my decission to stay back ?What if I was the one she longed to be with?

Thoughts come and go, but I for now enjoy these small episodes of being jealous.

At the same time, its not everyday she gets to bond with her father; but when they do, its a pleasure to the eyes. I hope and pray this bond grows mutually.

The never series!

The idea of this post comes from Shailaja.

The concept is to list out a few things that you have never done to this day. One of these is in my to-do list. Can you guess which?

Here goes my list

1. I have never tasted Beer. How does Beer help anyways? I prefer Vodka.
2. I have never had a pet. Nah I am not allergic just that I love them at a distance and do shower love and care.
3. I have never visited Kodaikanal.
4. I have never worn a tight fit dress. I feel suffocated just by the looks of it.
5. I have never tried making pasta at home. 
6. I have never self stitched a whole piece of dress for me or my daughter.
7. I have never owned an Apple product.
8. I have never had the guts to swear at someone. What use is it anyway, Only to repent later?
9. I have never tried painting the house.
10. I have never thought of driving a two wheeler. Blame it on the 7 stitches I have on my head after an accident being a pillion driver.

So what do you think would be the one in the to-do list?

Themed Tuesday-1

Day -3

Being part of events is fun, more so over when it tests your creative side. I gave you an insight on how this blog came into being earlier on, if you have missed it, read it here.

From what I see, it does look like fun for now, to be part of Marathon Blogging for there are theme based posts on Tuesdays and Fridays. For a person like me who is creatively challenged this is going to be sure fun with challenge.
Today is Tuesday and the first prompt for the event "She had always wanted a daughter but now..."

While I read the prompt wrong and assumed it to be "She had always wanted a girl but now.." and had almost built the content around it. Sigh! But I am glad I did give a look at the theme again just before I put it to words.The theme is quite interesting if I may say so, as its not usual for someone to come out with a theme like this.

I am giving in my thoughts on this theme "She had always wanted a daughter but now.." in the form of a story. It may not be gripping enough but I promise I'll do justice to the topic.



They were married for 10 years now. They knew each other quite well and stood by each other through the plenty of ups and downs. Their age looked ripe enough to bring in a new member into the family. Planning had been in place for some time now. They only needed a go ahead from their medical practitioner. A few attempts later, the double red line appeared. They were overjoyed. She had always wanted a daughter and she was looking forward to having a girl. Months passed by, her first scan was due. She was excited for she could see her to-be baby for the first time. He was excited too.  The scan went well with no major abnormalities in the report.

She was moving into her second trimester and, she wanted to know if her wish of having a daughter would be true or not. Sadly the practise has been termed illegal for long. Time and time the thought struck her. Her partner was not reciprocative enough . He would be happy having a healthy child be it boy or a girl. Family and extended family started off with the guessing game. The old wives tales were put to test and everything indicated she was carrying a boy but her mind was wavering around now. She was captivated in her own thoughts of pink or blue. She knew a whole new world of emotions and happiness lay ahead. The pressure mounted. With no one to open up, she felt the need to put her thoughts to words for herself and for the baby to be.

Img Source: babygaga.com

Note: The post is pure work of imagination and fiction. Any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental.

Humble Beginnings!

Day 2

I start today!

I have been blogging for past one year except that, I stuck to cooking related blogposts. Off late I have been scooting around the web to get into as many blogger groups possible, the reason being to be abreast with the happenings in the blog sphere.

A fellow blogger just completed her marathon blogging for the month of November. Following her has been an eye opener to me and realization hit me hard, that there was once a time, I could not hit the bed without writing a page on a day to day basis what so ever topic it could be. The habit had been long forgotten. Thanks to the work life imbalance. Today as a mother I am so tempted to pin most of the day to day happenings and my thoughts on the same and I pretty happy that I am sticking to it.

My husband always said write for your command over the language would surprisingly improve. I must agree I would have remained a fool if I had not paid heed to his words.

Being on social media groups is advantageous for quite many bloggers like me who have just started about. It is there, I found I still had scope to take part in yet another Marathon blogging event and today I am starting off for the same. I am late for I missed the start but its always good to start on any day isn't it?  I believe its just no use to wait for an auspicious moment.

Hope to stay along in the group and get my writing cap on , make new friends, get to read a lot, write a lot and sail through the challenge. Oh and did I mention this is going to get quite interesting and challenging with two theme based posts per week.

This is day 2 post to Marathon Bloggers 2013.