Momsie Popsie Diary

Dear Diary, " This incident is purely fictional, it should be taken in same spirits. Any resemblance to anyone,s life is purely co- incidental. This write up is not intended to hurt anyone,s feeling ." Sharing a funny incident which can happen in anyone,s life. Close to celebrating two decades of togetherness, a thought strikes: what gift should we gift each other! ( Caution ! Danger 440 V ! mention or even thought of gift on birthday,s and anniversaries is strictly forbidden. Suddenly, I have a bright idea and share with my husband. Me: "Hey, I have an amazing idea , I will be husband for a day and you will be wife for day. Let,s exchange our shoes on our anniversary day ." Hubby: ( eyes glued to TV)" What do you mean ?" Me : " Simple, I will be the husband for a day and vice versa." Daughter & son ( who are silent spectator , suddenly blurt out together, " Wow ! mummy what an idea , you will spend your day watching TV,

Dear Diary, Sharing my all time favourite anecdote. As I help my daughter pack her bags for her new phase in life : beginning of college life , I am engulfed by a mixture of emotions of love, sadness, joy, loneliness, despair. It feels as if someone is ripping my heart so see my own part going away from me physically. For a moment, I close my eyes and travel back in time machine some 28 years ago.I open my eyes and the scenario is set in my Delhi home. It seems like a rush hour : bags on bed : momsie moving around , all worked up . There I see myself sitting on the bed : excited as well as nervous. Momise : " Raju! pack this panjeeri and besan sweets as emergency food in hostel." Me: " Maa, the bag is already full!." Momise:" An extra kilo or two won,t make much of a difference." Me: " Daddyji, mummy ko samjhao." Dad : " Don,t argue with your mom." Me ( sighs!) : Ok  Packing done ! Hurray !!! Now is the

Dear Diary, Good morning 🌞 🌞 Mornings are blissful especially if one affords at least half an hour of "Me" time. Be it doing exercise, yoga, meditation or sipping hot cup of tea/coffee. One becomes conscious of the power of subconscious mind. Today, I am sharing one of my favorite tea time talks with my Momsie Popsie. Me: "Mummy, why do you always say Delhi aate jaate raha karo ? whenever I call you to inform you about my trip : your first question is : when are you going back ?" Mom: " Raju! Once a daughter is married : this is the biggest blessing as parents that our daughter visits us regularly." Me: " I feel hurt at times and think you don't like me visiting you. Even dad keeps asking which sweets do you want to take back ! Abhi to unpack bhi nahin kiya !" Mom: " Raju!  You will understand the essence much later in your life the real meaning of aate jaate raha karo Me: please explain Popsie ,who is reading newspa

Dear Diary, Sharing a lesson taught by my 10 year old son. Follow the conversation Me: Son, should I put vegetable salad inside Bonn burgers buns for Tiffin? Son: No , mummy ! Put salad in brown bread ! Me: taste is better in burger buns ! It's a healthy Tiffin. Son: mummy our new Principal sister has come and she takes rounds during recess . If she sees burger buns: she will scold me for bringing junk food !. Me: ok fine! As you say . Then, my son speaks up : Mummy , on one hand, our Principal sister says " don't bring junk food in Tiffin like burger, Maggie, pasta etc....... On other hand : they r selling hotdogs, burgers, noddles in school canteen. Isn't it contradictory?? Obviously it is ! Bringing home cooked burger/ pasta/ Maggie once in a while is always far more healthier ad my mom prepares with love and care !. How can they sell junk food in canteen? How come rules r different ????????????? A big questioning look on my Son,s face !!!!!

Dear Diary, There,s a calling ! Just the same as u feel on watching sea waves. Sharing from my Popsie-Momsie dairy : The reason for insecurity amongst parents whose children are married especially after marrying their sons is : As my FPG quotes: when you marry yr son ; it is duty of parents ( both father & mother)  to escalate their position &  become Rajpita & Rajmata and ..... Hand over the crown to new king & his queen. This transition should be smooth and might take some years. The earliest;  this change occur in families There will be far less disappointments: healthier relationships. Will see u soon with more teachings from my FPG diary. Have a great day ! Love, Juju 

Dear Diary, Good afternoon Sharing from my Momsie Popsie FPG Diary: It is not important what you say or how you say ! Important is : how well you reach the other person ! My FPG,s favourite pearl ! . This gets me in a fix : I can only control my own words/ body language: how can I control the other person???? Is my repeated question to my dad: He smiles: and leaves with " Agar sahi tarah iss par sochhoge; u will get the answer by yrself ". Again he repeats: the whole game of winning lies in how to reach the other person in the same spirit & faith as you want. Keep working u will learn this art one day! Me: Daddyji: I am forty plus : already covered half the  journey. When will I learn ?? FPG: one who stops learning : stops growing Are u growing or aging??????????????  ................... I adorn my thinking hat ! Really I want to grow ......... Love, Juju 

Good morning! A thought came to my mind : How important it is to be aware of yr thoughts and more important to discard/ flush unwanted negative thoughts and channelize our energy on positive thoughts ! Another pearl from my Momsie Popsie FPG Diary..... During a casual tea time talks : My Momsie,s words : Agar pati-patni ki aapas mein nahin banti ; isse zayada durbhagya ki baat nahin!. Husband wife are wheels of their so called car of life . Stay connected: communicate with each other after all misunderstandings can be resolved by proper communication. There should be no gap.! Me: momsie! U can say this because u r in a happy & blissful state as yr other wheel ( my father) is balancing well. What about those marriages in which one feels that " ek tyre maruti ka hai: and doosara Mercedes-Benz ka". Immediately , my popsie who is sipping tea  and I thought is oblivious to my conversation with mom says: If such a situation occurs ; then the maruti tyre should i

Dear Diary, Good afternoon! While driving my son to school, My car was behind  PCR  ( police control room) Ertiga car with dial 100 in bold. My son remarked: this is a wrong number it should be 911. I was taken aback: No son: in India it is 100 He replied : I am talking about US not India Me: we r living in India: v should know 100: 101: 102 ..... My son : my exposure is not limited to India: infact the  books I read, computer/ mobile games I play: all are US based. Alarm in my head : tring tring!!! Pause: breathe: think. As I mother : i encourage my kids to read novels/ books:most r foreign authors which depict foreign life& culture. Have made them read abridged autobiographies of mahatma gandhi, RN tagore, Nehru. Yet impact is something I cannot gauge. This generation is smart. Gandhi / Nehru.....acquired degrees in foreign land :had foreign land influence  and then came back ! V reach school. He waves with big smile obvilious to the hurricane in his mothers mi

Dear Diary, Happy , positive morning ! While driving my son to tennis class early this morning : with my husband on driving seat : I just pondered what is happiness & peace ?. Those 20 minutes of drive was absolutely blissful, peaceful & pure. Why can't we be in the same state all the time ?....... Reminds me of a conversation & Sharing a pearl  from my MomsiePopsie FPG Diary: Routine tea time talks with my parents Me: mummy ! What do u mean by " Enjoy every moment ". I have been listening to this since childhood.  How to enjoy ?? Momsie: Raju! Enjoyment is a state of mind. If v enjoy each moment then imagine how many  moments u will collect & yr happiness bank balance will be full. When I say this ! I mean be in that moment cherish it enjoy and be oblivious to next or previous moment , just be in that time space. Me: this goes above my head ! Momsie: why do u think u can understand this immediately. Life is not maths : I tell u the formu

Dear Diary, Challenging times can either make u or break u! Choice is ours . Please be yr own counsellor and try to make it always ! As in Japan : broken vases/ things are repaired / glued. The re- joined part is highlighted to emphasize the fact that we break in life : so many times! Important is to regain yrself back..  Scars are beautiful! Always remember for it means you have lived a good life . Love Juju 

Dear Dairy, This poem/thoughts, I penned down when my mom left us on 18 June 2015 : a routine summer vacation trip changed into a life altering transforming trip. Maa to maa hai, maa ki umar nahin hoti, Kuch rishton ki umar nahin hoti. Faaslein na honn , to yatra khatam nahin hoti. Yeh ehsaas unko hi hai,  jisne kisi apne to khoya hai , Varna aise berukhi se na poochte , " kitne saal ki thi auntiji" Aur uske baad ka yeh dil todne wala  jawab " phir to theek hai " Kya kahein unse, saal nahin, ve to har pal mein sau saal jeei hain hamesha,  har pal ko jeena sikha gayein hain. Aakhri lamhe mein bhi woh apni baat keh kar, bina vilambh ke parmatma ke paas chali gayein hai!" Kaun kehta hai, maa ki kitni umar sahi hai: yeh sansaar chodne ke liye ? Apna vazood aur sanskars apne bachhoon aur aage ki peedi mein chhod gayi hain! Woh zinda hai meri har baat mein, mere har khayal mein, meri har soch mein, meri har kalpana mein! Kaun kehta hai " ma ki

Dear Diary, The lesson I learnt today is to practice mind control : tongue control in nutshell self control. Silence gives immense strength. It needs lot of will power and determination to keep quiet when all you want to do is shout. I have seen of late : majority of our life,s problem ( so called ) die a natural death without affecting us. Controlling your thoughts and words is the only Mantra Let's practise Self control. Bye Love, Juju