Momsie Popsie Diary

Two Mothers Vs One mother #  Part 2   Disclaimer : This is seldom discussed but thought deeply. Some may find it sensitive, to some it may seem biased/ one sided, for some it may be too lateral. These are my personal views. Not intended to degrade anybody. Read at your own emotional risk. Reader,s discretion is welcomed.   Ever since my childhood till high school, it never came to my mind that I was a girl and there were certain limitations/restrictions. I owe it entirely to the upbringing of my parents and my school. Whatever my elder brother was allowed, even I was allowed for example swimming, cycling, horse riding etc. In my eighth class, I had organized a trip with my class friends to “Appu Ghar” –Adventure theme park of our times. Momsie always addressed me by numerous pet names like- Raju, Chand, to name a few. Only when I entered medical school, during ragging time, I was hit by the reality of caste, religion and gender. Up till then, I was just a Cambridge School student in pu

Two Mothers Vs One mother- Mother,s Day# Part 1 Caution: Sensitive write up. These are my personal views. Not intended to degrade anybody. Read at your own mental risk. I came across numerous posts and shares on mother,s day. Picture and messages varied as per the age, financial & marital status. One posts which caught my attention was from a male gender who had posted picture with a caption,” Came to know today that women have two mothers and men have only one!”How true is this?? Really! Is this the kind of mentality we are dealing in 21 st century in a developing India! I am quite sure many of the male species might be harboring the same thoughts but somehow few are vocal about it. Marriage is an institution, in which not only two souls get married but their entire family clan gets married in the bargain with an idea to have an extended family. The bride takes the responsibility of accepting her in-laws family as her own. Does the groom also has similar   feelings? I reme

Road map# Map of life A routine call to my Popsie always results in new meaning of life and leaves me enriched and energized. A routine well being call was channelized towards challenges of life. The relevance of one,s past experiences and their validity in present situation. The way our grandparents, parents were raised, the way my generation was raised and the way generation next are being raised seem like a whole new world. The methodology, the environment, the access to technology has evolved at a mind blowing speed. So, as parents how correct is it to repeat our own experiences again and again and expect our children to follow the path which we chose. Are we happy and contented with our lives? If yes, then children will automatically grow as strong individuals It,s high time all of us understand that our children are individuals. Please do not try to force  them into some preset molds. Let them evolve at their own pace and time, let them spread their wings, explore different

Momsie Pospie,s words world: Going through my bookshelf at my workplace, I stumbled upon my personal diary which holds few initial chapters of my novel. Towards the end, I had penned few pearls rather the essence of my parent,s teachings which I learnt in last four decades. In every house, there are certain principles and theories about life, few common terminologies. I will mention few of my all time favorites. 1)     Boarded/Landed : Whenever someone boards a flight/ train, one is supposed to text our Popsie boarded and on reaching their destination as landed. 2)     Agree to Disagree : In family or personal discussions, most of times we lay our cards and mutually agree on our disagreements. Hence, less arguments, more understanding. 3)     Listen to your child : My parents strictly endorse this. Emphasis is on listening to one,s child, make oneself available and provide an environment where the child can express freely without being judged. 4)    Be a good listener : Don’t

Virtue Vs Vile # Gratitude Vs Ingratitude Since few days, an audio clip and newspaper cuttings are going viral. Seems society is in ingratitude mode towards the highest serving community of this universe – doctors. Somehow, spending money on movies in multiplexes, spending on lavish clothes, houses etc has become a necessity whereas paying a doctor,s fees ! Oh Gosh! It seems like their birth right has being snatched. How can a doctor charge a fee? After all, the poor patient has come to the doctor because of his/her illness needs sympathy. With opening of liquor shops and rise in economy graphs, one wonders whether this is a reality! How can we expect a civilized behavior from unconscious, sleepy minds drowned in vile of liqour. Since, times and ages this has been the behavior and doctors are taken as easy/soft target. A person who spends nearly fifteen years in becoming a sound accomplished doctor (including high school years too) has lot of compassion and patience. Doctors are so

Till death do us apart # Lockdown 3.0 This vow “Till death do us apart” and marriage solemnized with fire as witness for seven births, I find these intriguing. Where one believes in togetherness till last breath, other one believes in a carry forward till next seven lives. The relationship with Corona lockdown also seems to be quiet long, shore is nowhere in sight. The concept of social distancing has not yet seeped in. Every one moves with a thought process that he/she is immune to this virus. It,s the job of the government to save us. What attitude? Amazing! One should have faith and follow the guidelines issued by the government. Social distancing has several aspects, not only being confined to your home. There is physical distancing, minimum arm breadth, there is social distancing in terms of no get-togethers, no parties, going to malls/ movies. Another important aspect which has been missed out is social media distancing. Keep safe distance from negative news, forwarded mess

Cambridge School # My alma mater Lock down is doing wonders in every sphere of my life – personal, spiritual, emotional, innovative, creative. The tape of my life is in auto-rewind mode and   every day gets stuck in one particular time zone and I start seeing the film of “My Life “   like a spectator. This time my tape rewinds to forty years ago and I can see a beautiful, huge grey blue multi-storeyed building in Srinivaspuri, Ring Road, New Delhi. Oh ! that,s my alma mater –Cambridge School whose motto is ‘ We learn to serve”. As I enter my school, I am greeted by our security guard whose moustach was one of its own kind, rolled till cheek, cut into square shape at end – typical Rajasthani style. The guard has an ear to ear smile and allows me in. I see a huge open area where a number of buses are parked with numbers E-1 to E-18, all DTC buses which run as school buses in morning and when school gets over. I enter in a huge reception area where Mr. Arora, our receptionist

Short story# True life warrior It’s not the very first time mankind is in danger due to an invisible enemy. Once we know the weaknesses of our adversary, it becomes easy to defeat it. In the current scenario,researches are going on and I know sooner or later a vaccine would be developed. Let’s start on a positive, healthy note and pray for each and every living creature on this planet. Kann kann mein bhagwan- God is in every particle.” Many years ago, a wedding was solemnized. The entire lane was lit up, everyone was dressed up in their best attire, adorned with accessories. Multi-cuisine food was being served and there were happy faces everywhere. This scene happened in a district of Northern India. A new bride entered a popular household. Little is known about the personal lives of bride and groom. However, many differences lead to separation and subsequent divorce. Unfortunately or rather fortunately, nature had implanted a warrior in the womb of the bride. It was too late t

BUDDHA#YUGPURUSH Gratitude in abundance is my mantra for universal lock down. Everywhere I look, I perceive a sense of peace and calmness all around. Reason is related to human beings, who are living in their defined zones without encroaching on Mother nature. I will not dwell on negative aspects of Corona times, rather focus will be on positive effects.  In my Popsie,s own words who is a renowned senior advocate,” God,s courtroom is the only courtroom where there is no hearing or further appeal. One has to welcome God,s verdict humbly in folded hands pose with gratitude in heart.” I was introduced to Buddhism at a tender age of 11, when I played the role of Buddha,s disciple in a skit in Inter house competition. My only dialogues along with 5-6 other disciples were ” Buddham sharnam gachhami, dharman sharnam gachhami,……… (continous chants).   My quest for Buddhism had just begun, our school started participating in competitions at Rama Krishna Mission. Preachings of Swami

The Unforgotten Longing Life is unfolding in front of my eyes moment by moment, months by months ,years by years. There are many missing pages in my story. My heart yearns to remember them fondly, somehow tears roll down my cheek bones. My heart goes out to the eight month pregnant lady who was a witness to untimely loss of her father. The woman who gave birth to a bonny baby boy who did not survive and was buried as per religious customs and she could not attend the burial. These memories haunted her till the last breath that maybe her son was actually alive while everyone buried him. Her heart ripped at the mere thought of this possibility ( which was of course never there) I can see my school friend in basket ball ground of middle school crying after missing school for two weeks, only to reveal that she had lost her father suddenly due to heart attack while he was chatting with her and her sister. I can see the pain in my friend,s eyes, my best friend Kamaljeet when s

Netflix#Buddha#Episode27 Yashodhra Siddharth Gautam#Buddha,s wife Vajrasana , my favourite pose for studying and writing. In my endaevour to keep myself positive and happy, I shortlisted Buddha serial as my quarantine serial. Each episode is so well scripted and depicted that one feels like watching it again and again. Every time, I watch a particular episode again, I learn something new. The depth of this particular episode hit a chord deep in my heart.  Yashodra, wife of Prince Siddharth was a strong minded, independent lady. A lady, way ahead of times in her thoughts and decisions. She married the man she loved. She was intelligent to know that someone in the palace was not happy with her marriage. There are many such more incidences which highlight this.  What left an impact was, the love and understanding she had, rather they had. Even though it must have been dramatically projected to gain TRP, yet there must be some truth. Prince Siddharth was upset, post war