Showing posts with label A to Z Challenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A to Z Challenge. Show all posts


Ink Pen

My Obsession - Chinese Ink Pens.

This Cross pen set was gifted by a senior faculty of  IIHMR
whom i assisted in making a presentation
at Helsinki University, Finland in 2007. 
During my childhood i have this hobby of collecting chinese ink pens. As soon as i entered in class V, we were switched to write with ink pens. I am not sure though if it was V or VI. But i always looked forward to my fountain pens. 

My obsession with chines pen and using as a private possession was so much that i will never let anyone else use it. Like how friends ask for pens in class on missing pencil box. 

I remember once, i had a fig fight with a bengali boy of my class. Because by mistake or intentionally he has thrown my pen from my desk. Indeed deaf mamma was a front seater and class monitor. And this new admission didn't know what on earth he will have to pay for it. On top of that he was trying hard to become favourite student of our class teacher. Double trouble. It was in class VII. He was a stout heavy boy whom by no means i could hit and get away with it. 

But i had to settle the scores.


Dabur ka Hajmola, 

Chatpata Swaad, Jhatpat Aaram

I wouldn't have done justice with my childhood if alphabet 'H' is not for Hajmola. I was contemplating between Holi and Happiness and suddenly a much closer word with an instant smile came to my mind. 

There were two competitors, Hajmola and Hingoli. I was loyal to you know whom. When I was in studying in KV, there was an option to go to your home for having lunch or buy it from the canteen. Though carrying money was never encouraged at home but the lure for Hajmola made me ask for some. 

Next to our school was a small shopping center for township residents. And there, at the chemist's shop we would get 12 tablets for Rs 1. Enough for the whole day chattt patt...

The "chemist wale bhaiya" used to give us in a newspaper purchi and we would lick it away in between classes or while returning back home.



Gossip = Girls. Please Stand Up !

Gossip is an ancient form of art to articulate what's necessarily be of no relevance, urgency or oh god damn anyone's business. Primarily, the genes are dominant in females species and recessive in male species. However, it has been found the recessive genes activate under the effect of ethanol in company of other male species and a plate of chicken tikka as centre of gravity. 

Even in Dar-E-Salaam Museum (Tanzania), i chose to gossip
with a monkey man and by default repeat
"Swear, you don't tell it to anyone" !
If you can't produce a baby, you go get it done through fertility centers. 

But if you can't gossip, you are less of a women or lady in making i must say. 

However, the effect of ethanol do speed up the gossip sessions in female species too and a dash of uncontrollable laughter, some dumb charade in the background and let your hair down affect. 

A working single women talk about her boss (worst is she too is a woman), boyfriends or the other showing thumbs down to another beautiful woman in office. A married women talks about her MIL, her husband and how marriage has changed their honey moon period, stop it yaar !



My tea is elaichi tea.

Elaichi (Cardamom) and me has a special connection. It reminds me of the time when i stepped out to live in hostel with start of my professional studies - post graduation. 

A simple faded green pod of elaichi with black beads and its home sick aroma used to instantly console me and bridge the distance virtually in my mind. It used to create that temporary ambiance of home away from home. For many many years i have sipped elaichi tea as first thing in the morning or during night or whenever in despair or pain. 

No wonder my friends know me for making special 'elaichi' tea to steal away some me time and share with them. 

On a side note, tea is brewing even now as I have sat to catch up with A to Z blogging post. I have to finish off the lag from B to F today itself. 

Hey, tell me what's your favourite brew ? 



Where Are You? Will We Ever...

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We used to live in a big joint family. Across the side alley was Dimpy's house. The most early or rather the first memory of friendship stays with her. Probably she was my first friend who was not my cousin. Because in  joint families you have  all your friends by default ranging from all age group. 

She was from a punjabi family who owned a renowned cloth store in the small town of Mathura. All the wedding trousseau and ethnic apparels. I think we were of same age and her faintest memories tell me she used to resemble like the "Rasna Girl". 

If you have seen that old advertisement on Doordarshan. For some reason, their family business got split and they sold the housed from our neighborhood to relocate permanently. At the age of 5, i was heartbroken as my only friend is gone and i have no one else to go and play with in 'aangan'. 

But today when i had to write a memory trail from the past, its surprising for me too, her name came to my mind. 

It's kind of unusual. 

It feels like some unfinished agenda is attached to her.

Like if i want to meet her again and ask where did you move. To rest those constant questions in my mind like, will we ever meet again? How she must be doing in her life? 

The way i anticipate, she must be married in a typical business punjabi family with 2-3 kids. The place my guess is she should be in Delhi, that's the place where most of the people migrate to from our hometown, leaving incomplete stories of love and friendship. Or may be she had done something different of her woen. My very very dim memories tell me she was witty and way too dominating. I was merely a follower. 

Dimpy, where ever you are, this is jsut to make you immortal through my blog and a seeking note "will we recognize other if we ever meet at cross roads of life"?

Do you have someone in your life, who you want to meet again to finish that story in your heart, a friend or foe or first crush? 

Tell me. 



Brahmin - Ok. No - Not Ok !

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I have been raised in a family who firmly believed and endorsed supremacy of their caste - Brahmin / Pandit. The ones who used to do worship of idols in temples and supposedly the most sacred of all - or so our vedic varnas believe. I distinctively remember i was not allowed to make friends with lot of people because Papa won't like the way their 'surnames' ended. I wasn't allowed to go to my classmates' ( i can't even call them pals) birthday parties. 

When i was in class high school, one of my christian friend (she was more than an acquaintance) has invited me to Christmas Party. At that age, the rebel teenager i was in making and on assertion of my class fellows, i was granted permission to attend to this party. Little did our narrow vision family knew that a christmas party is essentially celebrated at midnight.

Oh lord (hey bhagwaan) !



Who? Me? Really ?

"Wow, She is so beautiful", I have never heard this compliment till date ever since my existence of this planet. I have always craved for such compliments because everyone around me were getting those straight in front of me.And eventually in your young age you starts to question yourself, "Am I not beautiful"?


"Am I not that beautiful"? That means someone gets lost in it and just say it on your face, instantly giving a boost to your ego and massaging all over your cheeks with a blush.When i was young, the most beautiful woman whom i met was my mother. She used to look 99% like Sharmila Tagore - a very charmingly pretty Bollywood actress from 1970s. As i grew up, i used to ask her "Why am I not beautiful as you are? 


Arrogance is Arrogant. Excuse me. 

We all have some parts and portion of arrogance sprinkled just in the right amount, so we think but others notice it. To suit it to our convenience  more often than not we defend it with 'respecting your self-esteem'. 

But in reality for every negatively marked behaviour, that, we exhibit a past incidence of 'politeness being  seen as a weak trait' is involved. 

Since politeness is so rare these days, people might just mistake it for 'hey, you need help'. 

Yes, you heart it right, for the young 'being arrogant' is the new cool. From here, if i look back, i was like that arrogant in my teens and had given sleepless nights to my parents. My younger siblings gave me and now next in line is my budding daughter all at 2.5 years make me come on my knees. 

How about my husband ?

How does arrogance affect this very essentially basic relationship, which is already marred by silos of responsibilities. Does arroangance make you powerful or help you address the issue at hand?

What do you think? How important or unimportant is arrogance? Why its mistaken as confidence and determination? 

Tell me your thoughts. 



Sports and My Reflections #AtoZChallenge !

Hello Ji ! Kya haal ? Finally A to Z Challenge is over and i couldn't make it with the last four posts. But, i will do it this month since i have got the badge of ' A to Z Survivor' already. To maintain its integrity, i have to. The challenge was indeed a challenge, because at some point you have to drag yourself to write. As in writing is for leisure time and when somebody tells you to do that mandatorily, it becomes a routine-which is kind of compulsive writing as in cursive writing 10 pages. Period.

Yesterday, we celebrated my participation in A to Z, which i almost reached at the threshold and i think i can qualify myself as a survivor. In fact, on reaching alphabet N only, i had shared my reflections. Read this post. 


22. Vain Friendships & Motherhood

Please write in your diary somewhere, that, motherhood is a litmus test of all relationships - be it your partner, parents, siblings or friends. Although being a 32 year old woman, i have had the luxury to choose who i want to be friends with, but then alienating a whole bunch of vain friends is not that easy. More so, when you come across as an over zealous bubbly extrovert personality, your chances are dim already. 


21. Ultimate Movies for New Parents

Apologies for keeping you all waiting for my not so wonderful posts, but then what fans are all about - to support the blogger when she is on a slack. Isin't ? 

So, today i am going to share six ultimate movies which are not essentially on pregnancy, but on parenting. All of them are romcoms and drama with some emotionally blackmailing scenes. Enjoy !


20. Two States and A Ring Ceremony

A quote a read somewhere - Don't marry a man, unless you would be proud to have a son exactly like him !
April 23, 2009.

Today is a special day in the chronicles of The Sinhas at No. 302.

On April 23rd, 2009 two states had signed the treaty to respect each other despite the ingrained superiority complex brewing inside and maintain decorum in the name of love. When i said two states, i meant two families. For families to marry and get engaged to each other is far more important than those who are willing to marry. 

19. Strike Up a Conversation with PWD : Without Feeling Awkward

Published in ParentEdge Magazine, click here to read.

Disability sensitization is a subject, close to my heart. Therefore, i am posting my article written in Feb for ParentEdge Magazine. Hope you will share it to increase awareness. Thanks. 

More often than not, parents get uncomfortable with queries raised by their kids after seeing children with special needs (CWSN) or persons with disabilities (PWD). To chide away such questions and settle for instructions like "don't look there" or "come here" are some of the common responses parents choose instead of making an attempt to educate them with facts and right information, may be little later. 


17. Questions You Should Never Ask a New Mom !

Read sequel post, Patience is the fees

If the mother was working before and now she is housed with an infant for on job training, the itch of motherhood just gets a little more pungent ! The least one can do is to not ask following questions to a doting mother who keeps trying day in and day out only to be pointed out by third party. 


16. Patience is the Fees - School is Motherhood

Read sequel post # 1, When the student in school of motherhood got one tight slap for defaulting fees ?

Dear Child, 

I am God.  You like it or not, believe it or not, but you are here to stay, to learn and mark this as the most important turning point of your life. 
Please note, despite your socio-economic profile, PATIENCE IS THE ONLY CURRENCY, accepted as fees in the school of Motherhood. It's my subtle measure of attain equity in this mad-mad world. 

15. Only Pictures For You

Some time all you need is a flashback of good times and one liners. 


14. No Post has a Nadella Connection

I am running behind the schedule a little bit and this goes for my expiry of Microsoft 365 trial version. Yes, i was participating in the challenge with a trial version of MS office. So what ? I have always used original version through my very considerate employers for 10 years. It was first time, I thought, why waste Rs. 5,000 and let me get a pirated version for Rs 200.


13. Make-Up of Motherhood

Read sequel post, Gender Roles in Parenting.

But these petty fights can vanish with keeping a fulltime housemaid, can’t you afford it Deaf Mamma? That’s what everybody suggested me, and most of the people do. Even, i did it with a freelancing assignment on social audit. But, here is the part which hurts me the most. 


12. Loathing Gender Roles in Parenting and its Aftermath

Read sequel post,Who you are today - mother / wife or father / husband ?

We belong to an upper middle class family. Wherein, a girl will be taught basic household chores but not as her only forte, just one of it. She will be living on anything but optimism, because that is what has enthused in her from childhood. To rise, freely tramp and laugh like no one is watching.


11. Know Who Are You Today - Wife / Mother ?

Read sequel post, Have you played fight fight in the name of parenting?

We as new parent passed the most stressing time with flying colors while i trained the nonchalant better half to no avail. I am trying though. Now, let’s take a dive into why makes these fights were so irresistible then?

I hope, I can use the past tense now. You can see, there are three person in real world, you, him and baby, right?