Imitations

I want to give imitations for my birthday. Pinky meant invitations for her birthday. She has been planning for her birthday since feb. She is 6 years old today and i remember how tiny she was when she was born, she was under weight and always used to sleep. My sister used to tell me your kids wanted you to rest that’s why they sleep off as soon I finish feeding them. Touchwood I never had a trouble with both my kids when they were babies. They made it a point that I sleep well during nights, never used to get up at nights after 3^rd month.

 She is the same bubbly girl who does what she wants, very determined with her choices. Her taste and choices are the same. Always prefer pink colour and even if she doesn’t choose pink colour we end up buying only pink for her. She just hates to be called baby and I love teasing her by calling her baby. The moment I call her baby she runs behind me and it is like Jerry running behind Tom…..

 The other day we got a note from her teacher saying that he is finding difficult to tell her to wait for her turn to give answers for his questions. The moment he says some Letter she tries to relate that to India and says a word. For example for M is for Mehendi, D is for Diwali, H is for Holi, A is for Air-India…..

 She loves to be here but sometimes she cries that we all will go back to India. It had been a difficult task for me to separate her from the snow. She just used to lie down on the snow with all those layers of clothes. The winter has been good for her as she is having tonsils and winter didn’t aggravate the tonsils.

 The other day she said I don’t want any toys for my birthday as she got a gift from her friend who said you take this bag and princess crown because you are a princess. 

Happy birthday Pinkuda…….

Edited to add: This is my 200 post and thank you all for reading me and encouraging  me….You all are awesome!!!!!!!!!

You’ll know it’s spring

You hear the bird’s chirping.

You see tender leaves coming on the barren branches.

You see its all green colours which took place of pristine white.

You see flowers blooming from no where.

They are no traces of snow

You see kids playing in the back yard.

You see its all colour full at the public places, train stations, bus stops, shopping malls instead of uniform colour of Black.

When sandals and slippers took the place of high leather boots and snow boots.

You no longer carry bags to carry your winter stuff.

You see kids in frocks and shorts in place of snow pants and jackets.

You don’t take much time to get dressed up.

You see pinky happily running in the house with her slip on.

Food gets defrosts quickly.

You switch on the fan and no longer use the heater.

Sun sets at 8.00 pm

You don’t stock much food in the fridge and prefer eating fresh.

You change your winter car tyres.

You see people on the road using cycles and scooter as mode of transport in place of buses and taxis.

You have to iron your clothes which were hiding in your winter jackets.

You no longer go out with your house clothes which are under your winter jackets.

You no longer need lights till 8.00 pm

You can walk on the road without fear of tripping and breaking your bones.

When most of the outlets sell plants along with the soil.

Centenarian…..

Today I met a person an elderly gentleman who would probably  is 100 years old. His wife was born  in 1919 and his wife is 10 years younger to him. And I am sure he is the first and last person  I would have ever met.  His wife passed away few months back living him alone, the only regret he have is not having children.

He is not mourning his wife death who was his companion for 50 years but he is celebrating the life he had with her.He is celebrating the memories he had with her… One can see the passion in his eyes when he talks about her,the love he has for her. I will never forget those eyes….blue eyes full of emotions…..

When he talks about his work he shows a different emotion…he started to work much before my parents are born…..he is alone no one to talk to. I had my time constraint I wouldn’t spend much time with him…. At the end when I said goodbye knowing that I won’t be seeing him again and wishing it should not be,  he said can I call you and talk to you. My work is such that I can’t spend much time with one customer but I said certainly you can talk to me.  How I wish and sit with him for full day or maybe I take a new profession of social worker, it doesn’t pay much but to survive and to give good life to my kids I can’t opt for that  profession .
Since the day I met him he is my thoughts, thoughts are something which gets erased by passing time and I wish it doesn’t get erased….. In those 45 minutes he talked about so many things. He told me how his mother got married…his memory is so strong.

When he is sitting you don’t think he is 100, when he walks you know that he is aged…..

His wife used to ride horses… She used to teach kids mouth organ…. He remembers everything in detail, when I told him to call me, he repeats my extension number….he just wants patience hearing…….

He said he has been very fair to everyone…he distributed his wealth among his relatives according to his wife wishes……i am the one who does funeral for friends and relatives…….

The first thing he said to me when i gave him a hand shake “I never knew that i am going to see a pretty lady….Nice meeting you miss “

Wish i meet him again…….

“Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while and leave footprints on our hearts”

4th March 2002…

I met him just twice before my marriage. Mom said she liked him and you get married to him, you know i was very obedient daughter then. I know how much my mom struggled to bring up her three daughters alone. I had full faith in her. I was more confident on my mom then on myself. What ever she does will be better for me. Very girl or a matter everyone has a choice to select their spouse but we both didn’t select for ourselves, it was his mother and my mother who selected for us.

He came very reluctantly to see me at my house. He was reluctantly to come to my house because he didn’t like the idea of parading a girl in front of her future husband and in-laws. Constant pestering by my would be m-law forced him to accept my mom’s invitation. He came with his brothers and mother, he didn’t look directly to me. Had my mom changed me with some other girl i bet he wouldn’t have notice that the bride has been swapped. He told his mother that i am coming for the first time and the last time. If i am going to the girl’s house it means i am getting married to that girl if she likes me, because he hates parading a girl for the marriage.

Next day i went and applied for leave in my office. Everyone was stunned and were worried, as the groom lives in gulf and had my mom took the right decision of getting me married and leaving my banking career. Sometimes when i look back that day was a big turning point in my life and my career. I left my career and left hyderabad. From that day onwards i was like a visitor to my own place. I never lived in hyd for more than three years after 2002. But i don’t regret i am with my small and happy family.I do miss my mom terribly.

Marriage was fixed just in a day and next week  we were couples. Apart from mom it’s my elder sister and b-law who played a major role in getting me married. Thanks K and A for supporting me…you both have a big place in my heart.

Its been 11 years of togetherness and wishing both of us a happy marriage anniversary. Thanks R for been a wonderful husband, bearing my tantrums  and my mood swings. And i know you can never express yourselves. I have grown up with you since last 11 years and hope next year i don’t remind you of our anniversary.:D

Image courtesy google images.

Snow Storm

Today we had the worst snow storm in 3 years. Schools were closed and we didn’t go to offices. Trains and buses were late. We had wonderful time playing in the snow. Leaving you all with few pictures.

Knee deep snow

A child in me…

Had hard time with pinkuda…she didn’t want to come in…

Cars deep in snow..

Teach Them Young

Here teaching is very different when compared to India. Pinkuda doesn’t has anything to do at home after coming from school. She is told by her teacher to choose a book from the school library every week and she has only that book to read at home. She is 5 years and yet to know words. When she was in India she used to bring loads of home work of  two and three letter words. Here they are still in teaching letters. School doesn’t want to put pressure on kids and they leave the kids to take their own time to learn and memorize the things. This post is about a issue which is mostly written and spoken in India and was shown in Amir Khan’s Satyamava Jayathe, it is about Bad and Good Touch.

Pinkuda had a class about good and bad touch. She came home and told me that her sir said KEEP YOUR HANDS FOR YOURSELF, don’t touch others. This sentence is for those who un-necessarily touch others and for those who are the victim of those touches. I felt they are teaching both the victims and culprits that it’s not OK to touch. My mom used to say the things learnt at the younger age is hard to forget like the saying “Old habits die hard”. So if we teach our kids not to touch others at the young age and they will practice the same thing when they grow old.

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