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Thank You!

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“Until you pick up a pen and begin writing, you will never know the mistakes you can make”, encouraged the husband.

But I had written. I wrote every single day. Writing gave me wings, a sense of fulfillment, a sense of self-worth and excited me to no end.

Someone said, “Anything that gets your blood racing is worth doing.”

That is when the idea of a blog took shape.

Six months down, this space has become the platform on which I have had the pleasure of giving form to my thoughts, talking about the matters of the world as I see it, sharing what I hear and read and expressing my sometimes bizarre and otherwise mundane musings into words with hopes of putting a smile on at least one of my reader’s faces!

Thank you, my dear friends, cousins, brothers, sisters, aunties, and uncles who have taken precious time from your day to read my posts and paused a while longer to let me know what you think. (If I have tagged you, please consider it to be my personal message of gratitude to you, your support and your encouragement – it means the world to me.)

Thank you, my virtual ‘Wordpress’ friends!   By stopping by, following, commenting, encouraging and reading every one of my posts – you are my best cheerleaders.  If there is anything better than writing, it is to never miss an opportunity to ‘meet’ you all and take a peek into your worlds, your thought, and opinions.  It is wonderfully comforting to know that there is a world of people who share my madness – a passion for writing!

For all those who laughed at the face of my passion, those who questioned me as to how much my blog paid me and those who challenged my writing abilities by sending me the strangest videos to write about, a big Thank you to you – you taught me to be ‘de-motional’ (https://thewritewomanblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/21/are-you-de-emotional)

Quoting Mr. Khan, “Madness is an absolute prerequisite to a happy and successful life. Don’t ever treat your little insanities as if they are aberrations that ought to be hidden from the rest of the world.”

formal-happy-new-year-2015Wishing You and Your Family a Happy and Prosperous 2017!

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The Mystery of the Mysterious Disappearances and Other Stories

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Our household has been gripped by a strange disease that calls itself ‘toon fever’. The symptoms of this disease usually manifests in the form of victims being hooked to the same episodes of cartoons being played in a continuous loop, relating and reacting to any situation as one of the cartoon character would and in some rare cases address family members and acquaintances as one of the characters. Any disruption to this activity causes loud crying fits and tantrums that calls for timely distraction (e.g. painting that usually begins on a painting book that later extends to the already colored walls of the room after the book is left soaking wet). The victim’s world  becomes ‘toon world’ where the people around them take shape of one or more ‘toon character’ based on what the situation demands. Thankfully, ours is restricted to superheroes, who by the night, face fiendish villains (PJ Masks) and the adventures of the heroic reporter – Tin Tin .

Every mysterious disappearance (which began at about the same time that Little Princess began her exploration expedition) in our once-organized household result in Little Princess singing the PJ mask anthem – “PJ mask we are on our way, into the night to save the day”.

Recently, a tub of face cream mysteriously disappeared overnight. After the usual blame game, my first stop was the toy cabinet; a careful scrutiny got me two ladles and a butter knife that I had given up searching and assumed would have reached the landfill by now. Since it was obvious who the culprit was, I tried asking Little Princess (who I hoped against hope would reveal her most recent hiding place). I even repeated the PJ anthem after her only that together we upturned every piece of furniture – even the shoe cabinet, but to no avail. That afternoon, as watched a re-run of an episode of Tin Tin (of which I can swear that I know every word by heart), I (an unfortunate ‘toon’ victim too) willed my mind to think like the heroic reporter and replay the events of the night when I last laid eyes on the tub of face cream. I vaguely remember Little Princess walking around with a bag of Pampers in hand. I had missed checking the bag of Pampers (for obvious reasons) and there it was – not one but two tubs of face cream, Sid’s school stationary and a comb that I thought that I had misplaced.

Yesterday morning saw my Kindle do the disappearing act. I panicked – not my Kindle! As always I sweetly and patiently questioned the obvious culprit. Little Princess first told me that the Moths and Luna Girl (a PJ Night Villain) took it. A deep breathe and further patient questioning followed by singing the PJ anthem, agreeing to be called Owlette (PJ Superhero) and even trying to look like one after tying up a red scarf around my neck, Little Princess dragged me to the bookshelf where the Kindle was neatly stacked amongst the rest of my books.

Every time there is a mysterious disappearance, even as I panic and make a mental note to be more careful and keep things away from Little Princess’s prying eyes and inquisitive mind, I must confess that the mother in me is secretly thrilled at the thought of being my daughter’s superhero!

Believe

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I would like to start my first post with a beautiful number that the Primary School Choir (my son – Sid included) sang on Primary Prize Day at school. I am not sure if it is the weight of the words that the song carried or was it the mother inside me that saw the performance of the talented best or an emotional blend of both that caught me listening to them in awe, drinking on their every word, registering their very essence with tears in my eyes and my chest heaving with pride.

Be sure to be inspired…

 

When I look up to the stars, there is a burning deep inside me

and I feel the power growing in my soul.

There is something I can sense deep within the dream to guide me,

and I know that I am reaching for my goal.

I can do anything at all

I can climb the highest mountain.

I can feel the ocean calling wild and free.

I can be anything I want

with this hope to drive me onward.

If I can just BELIEVE in me.

When the skies are dark and gray we still know the sun is shining,

though it’s out of sight, its light is glowing still,

and as long as I believe, there is nothing I cant with for,

Not a dream that I am unable to fulfill

I can do anything at all

I can climb the highest mountain.

I can feel the ocean calling wild and free.

I can be anything I want

with this hope to drive me onward.

If I can just BELIEVE in me.

And whatever it takes, I will find it somehow,

whatever it needs, I will show I am strong,

whatever it takes, I will make it happen

finding out where I belong.

When the world is spinning round,

I can sometimes loose directions,

and I know how hard it is to find my way

When there are friends around to care, there is nothing I can’t handle

as I face the future treasuring each day.

I can do anything at all

I can climb the highest mountain.

I can feel the ocean calling wild and free.

I can be anything I want

with this hope to drive me onward.

If I can just BELIEVE in me.