Momsie Popsie Diary

Twilight # Parenthood A continuously evolving, self improving, learning journey beautifully describes parenthood, where one is a teacher as well as a pupil. One should be one step ahead or abreast with their children’s world in terms of knowledge and latest developments especially in IT sector. The market /media is flooded with various tools and methods of becoming an effective parents. Our parents, grandparents and forefathers never had such amazing info as parents of our generations have. Parenthood is a natural process which one learns by becoming one! Isn't it simple! Then why do we need techniques, apps and methods to be one ?? This question keeps knocking at my grey matter. Even I have gathered lots and lots of info and am of the thought that I am a cool chilled parent till my belief was shaken by one phrase from my elder monk. A discussion on “Chichhore” movie # myself taking pride in saying that we are cool parents, blah blah! # message that as parents, we had ne

Where did you go ?? Recently, the little monk remarked, "Where did my mummy go ?" She replied, " I am here, why are you asking?" The monk replied, " Not this mummy, my mummy !". She was perplexed, what s happening? Several thoughts fleeted within few seconds and the reins were pulled when the little monk justified his statement with an explanation. My mummy used to a bubbly, lively, active, smiling, dancing, happy person. Of late, she has been taken over by a serious, tired, irritable person. I want my mummy back. With this statement, he left. She was all by herself literally shaken to the core as if hit by a tsunami. She went inside her room and looked into the mirror. She was surprised by what she saw! She did not recognize the person in the mirror! With great disbelief, she checked the mirror. It turned out the mirror was fine. Then why , she could not relate to the person she saw in the mirror. Once a happy, cheerful beautiful person used to live

Concept of totality: Popsie,s theory "One has to see life in totality!" Pet lines of my popsie. Whenever you see your life, try to see from all angles, all spheres, and all aspects, turn over each and everything. That,s the whole concept of totality. If one follows this theory, life becomes a cakewalk. I try to follow it, though life is not a cakewalk, but definitely comfortable. Be it your difficult times or your good times, nothing is permanent. I broadened the concept, my modified theory of totality ( Ha! ha!). To make things simple, apply this not only on your self rather on your family too. God has given 100 percent of everything to everyone. How much percent one relishes in which part of life is governed by almighty and your karma. Just like two negatives can make a positive, moving the lower line of alphabet U makes it N, etc. On a lighter vein, your quota is fixed for everything in life: eating, sleeping, studying, working, socializing, etc. Try to balance out so

Parallel world: An ode to momsie! Caution : sensitive topic. Not intended for people with heart diseases or pregnant females or children. Read at your own risk! Since childhood, I have been intrigued by the idea of a parallel world. It gave me great strength and courage as a child, the mere feeling of not being alone. A parallel world exists in which life goes on as it does in our world. It exists in another time and dimension. That,s it! The catch is that we cannot see them and they can see us. Difficult ( presently) to travel into another time and space dimension. One day we will! Many may not agree. This write up doesn't intend to convince anyone. This thought was deeply embedded in my subconscious mind and I had almost forgotten. An evening call to someone close, the discussion taking an emotional turn led to re-emergence of this thought process from the pile of thought debris. There is another time and space dimension, different from ours. How many times have you felt

Flip over: Upside/ down This writeup is dedicated to my buddy who relocated base three and a half years ago. A casual friendly conversation regarding, passion vs duty vs hobby lead to our sudden enlightenment (mutual! thank god). As we walk in this journey of life, we come across different people with an entirely different take on life, however, there are a few bunches who follow a path closely similar to ours- our soulmates our buddies. Travelling is my passion. The goal is to gradually tick places off from my bucket list. So, traveling comprises a routine topic of discussion. How soon one should take a break, is a million-dollar question. Initially, planning is dependent on oneself, post-marriage, according to children,s holidays schedule and finally, again as per one wish. My Momsie -Popsie always taught the importance of parents being in their children's childhood memories than leaving a huge bank balance for them. As in this unending pursuit of generating the bank balan

“ Marital Curry” A brief background into the origin of this title. My friends were planning a post Diwali get together. I had to decide the venue and thanks to my auto correct app, “Nariyal curry” restaurant was typed as Marital Curry. The idea for my new blogpost was born. Festival season is waning: long wait for winters is coming to an end. Post festivals like karva chauth and ashtmi, love is afresh in air (hopefully will remain so, till it condenses and settles down.  Ha ! Ha!). After a certain period of time in marriage, it a curry like feel. Adjusted so well, know ones pros and cons, rather amalgated oneself with your spouse, it tastes spicey most of the time. Recipe of marital curry: Main ingredients are – handful of faith, trust, love, care, respect, sacrifice, affection, warmth, compassion etc with a pinch of remorse ( optional). Preparation time : anywhere from few months to a lifetime and beyond (for few) Toppings : fresh romance sprinkled over

Secular pixel - I am an Indian!!!!!!!! A thought flashed across my mind. Are we really so embittered towards each other as the media portrays to be or it,s   an unspoken ( ? spoken) truth that media is paid these days. One needs to decide for oneself. While driving to my workplace, as I stopped my car at the red light, my receptionist gave me a routine call and I asked her to take time from my hairstylist. It dawned upon me that while I have been told that I am a Hindu, my receptionist follows Sikhism,  my helper who keeps my office clean is of low caste and so is the man who collects garbage,  my hairstylist is a Muslim and my friends are Christians, Hindu, Sikh, Muslim, Gujarati, Marathi, Kannada, Malayali, Oriya, Kashmiri, etc and as my list grew, I could see myself as a secular pixel in this universe.  When I employed them, I had looked at their credentials and never even asked their religion or caste. They have been with me in this journey for nearly two decades or