Momsie Popsie Diary

Dear Diary,                                                It,s festival time favourite time of the year when everyone is happy, full of positivity and energy. So, I thought of sharing few awesome lessons which I have learned from my respected teachers- my patients. I am sure these will bring a slight curve on your face after all smile is the best accessory which many of us forget to wear. Case study 1- Epidemic encounter Doctor," Namaste, how are you ? Aapko kya taqleef hai?" Patient:" You are the doctor, not me, you tell ! If I knew , why would I  come to you ? " ( That makes sense.Doctor silently prays and starts with the examination protocol.  Case study 2 : Melodramatic encounter. Doctor : "Namaste , how are you ? What brings you here ?" Patient ( in tone full of melodrama): " Kya batayein daac....tarrrr sahib, ithhe sassa daa raula hai ! ( problem with mother in law) Doctor ( taken aback) :"Oh ! that,s fine , parr probelm kya

Dear Diary, First and foremost,  accept my apology for neglecting you for a week. Please remember my dear diary," you were always on my mind."  On a recent trip down memory lane, I remembered my favorite childhood days book - Reader,s Digest which had a section on Humour in uniform pertaining to funny army anecdotes. This gave birth to the topic of my next blog- Humour in white coat. Stay tuned to read my next write up within next twelve hours. Love, Juju

Thursday 26 September 2019 11:28pm                                                                        Dear Diary Life is very simple for those who enjoy and turbulent for those who analyze. Many a times, we learn the real meaning of our mortal form from little munchkins in our lives. I believe that every word which comes from a child,s mouth ( till a certain age) is word of God. Please listen to your child . Reality is that, a child teaches us more than we think we are teaching a child . Sharing few eye openers. Lesson 1 Routine weekday, early morning, birds are chirping, sun is playing hide and seek with few orange rays filling the sky forcing moon to take leave and rest for few hours. Child: " Maa!, from now on, when I come from school , I want you to receive me." Mother: Oh dear!, you very well know that your mom is a professional and can,t come when your school gets over." Child : " I just want to see my mother when I reach home from school.

Dear Diary, This write up is a casual one about memories. All of us have cherished memories of our childhood, school days, friends, family and neighbourhood. I feel many of us are trapped within the first fifteen / sixteen years of our life (formative years) and tend to see our whole life through this lens. Some may have a different viewing lens. To a child,s eye, this world appears to be magnanimous with an attached magical aura . As we walk in this journey of life, our visions grow and memories become small and some even fade away. Recreating same old memories ! always intrigued me. I experimented on few of my favourite cherished memories which are embedded deep in my heart. The outcome was disheartening. As a child, my school used to appear like a huge fort in the heart of city. What once looked like a huge building complex with big ground, now looked like a small green grey patch in the middle of a concrete jungle ( Thanks to development in name of road elevations, flyover

Dear Diary, Its been a while since I shared few of the practical lessons which our children teach us. We are so much immersed in our own world that we tend to forget , that all this while our children are teaching us : contrary to our belief! Amazing! yet few of us might disagree. I am sharing few real life incidences, which opened my eyes and made me see this life in an entire different new light. I bet you will change your looking glasses too, once you become aware of the unaware. Scenario 1 : A routine sunday morning. I am getting ready to attend a seminar on "Know your child " -KYC. Little Monk : " Mummy where are you going ?" Me : "Dear, I told you last night that I will attend a seminar on KYC." Little Monk ( scratching his head ):" If you want to know your child, then you should talk to your child and not attend some seminar on KYC." Me : ( I feel suddenly shaken) " Oh God !, please forgive me , my child has just taught me a

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