I have no idea what goes in the minds of the directors, who direct Tamil serials. I am watching these serials for the past one month, thanks to the people in the house. I listen to the title music of each serial and I really like them. I ignore everybody in this world, including my mom, and listen to the music and I am happy.
But my happiness lasts only for a few minutes. The moment I hear the dialogues my mood changes. What do these people think? They all fight, shout and then sit together and cry. The same continues for a few minutes. And thankfully, advertisement appears. I am sure I am the only person who appreciates these ads. Again, the title music plays and I am happy!
The same repeats every day from 7:30 p.m. to 9.00 p.m.
The above words will be spoken by the six month old baby at home in a few years. He loves the title music of the serials but the moment dialogues appear, he gives an expression of total despair. I wish to capture that someday!! :)
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
6 months!
My boy,
I just realized you complete six months today! SIX FULL MONTHS…. I just can’t believe I took care of a baby for six complete months (of course, with due credits to the grandparents). It’s quite unbelievable you know – my baby boy is six months old. At the same time when I see you, I also think how fast you are growing up. I already have so many clothes that do not fit you anymore.
I was filled with immense guilt for taking you away from your doting maternal grand parents and uncle. All your relatives are in Chennai and they all visit you every week and make you laugh like crazy. But, that’s how life is. So, I brought you to Bangalore, where all you can see is just me and your dad and your paternal grand mother. But now, I am totally motivated to use MY time with you qualitatively.
You have been a wonderful baby so far. *A BIG KAALA TIKKA* When I hear stories from friends about babies who wake up at 1:30 AM or who need to be kept in arms all through the night or who are afraid at the slightest of sounds or who seem to get some infection or the other, I send a quiet thank you note above. You are easy to manage.
I was afraid of travelling with you for five days continuously visiting some relative or a temple. I was afraid that your routine may get affected, you might become clingy, or you might catch some infection. But, I need not have worried. You were happy to look at the outside world and when you felt bored, you slept on my lap. I am thankful for that.
You have yet not started moving which is slightly disappointing to me. I will have to leave you and go to office in a couple of months. (GOSH… I can’t even think about that) So, please start moving early so that I can enjoy this time with you, playing with you and chasing you. Please-oh-please!!!
The debate on whom you resemble will never end, I think. There are many who tell me that you resemble me and there are a few (ok. ok more than a few) who say you resemble your dad. I really want to put an end to it. (Of course, you look like ME :))
There is just one request that I want to ask…
You know what, we have a big bed. But, I get a little more than a couple of inches to sleep. For someone who is as BIG as your mom, this is very little. So, stop moving in rounds during your sleep so that your mom can at least sleep on one side and not be afraid of falling off.
Finally, just like you do, keep smiling at your mom every time she looks at you and you can be sure all your needs and wishes will be taken care. :)
Love,
Mom
I just realized you complete six months today! SIX FULL MONTHS…. I just can’t believe I took care of a baby for six complete months (of course, with due credits to the grandparents). It’s quite unbelievable you know – my baby boy is six months old. At the same time when I see you, I also think how fast you are growing up. I already have so many clothes that do not fit you anymore.
I was filled with immense guilt for taking you away from your doting maternal grand parents and uncle. All your relatives are in Chennai and they all visit you every week and make you laugh like crazy. But, that’s how life is. So, I brought you to Bangalore, where all you can see is just me and your dad and your paternal grand mother. But now, I am totally motivated to use MY time with you qualitatively.
You have been a wonderful baby so far. *A BIG KAALA TIKKA* When I hear stories from friends about babies who wake up at 1:30 AM or who need to be kept in arms all through the night or who are afraid at the slightest of sounds or who seem to get some infection or the other, I send a quiet thank you note above. You are easy to manage.
I was afraid of travelling with you for five days continuously visiting some relative or a temple. I was afraid that your routine may get affected, you might become clingy, or you might catch some infection. But, I need not have worried. You were happy to look at the outside world and when you felt bored, you slept on my lap. I am thankful for that.
You have yet not started moving which is slightly disappointing to me. I will have to leave you and go to office in a couple of months. (GOSH… I can’t even think about that) So, please start moving early so that I can enjoy this time with you, playing with you and chasing you. Please-oh-please!!!
The debate on whom you resemble will never end, I think. There are many who tell me that you resemble me and there are a few (ok. ok more than a few) who say you resemble your dad. I really want to put an end to it. (Of course, you look like ME :))
There is just one request that I want to ask…
You know what, we have a big bed. But, I get a little more than a couple of inches to sleep. For someone who is as BIG as your mom, this is very little. So, stop moving in rounds during your sleep so that your mom can at least sleep on one side and not be afraid of falling off.
Finally, just like you do, keep smiling at your mom every time she looks at you and you can be sure all your needs and wishes will be taken care. :)
Love,
Mom
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Innocence untouched
Last week, a lady came to my home to take some survey on products that people use. Her face was quite unique. There was very little skin in the neck and when she spoke it was as if the skin from her face was stretched to reach the body. It looked as if a few strings were connecting her face to the body and the strings moved as she spoke.
As she was speaking, I was wondering what deficiency she might have and does it actually cause any pain.
And what was the reaction of the almost 6 month infant?
Laughter.
Sometimes, life is just so simple. We tend to complicate it by looking at irrelevant things and forgetting the one that is most simple.
As she was speaking, I was wondering what deficiency she might have and does it actually cause any pain.
And what was the reaction of the almost 6 month infant?
Laughter.
Sometimes, life is just so simple. We tend to complicate it by looking at irrelevant things and forgetting the one that is most simple.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Musical Mother
Celebrating " FemInspiration" 100 years of celebrating Women's day. My entry for the same.
In this fast age when people hate to wait for anything and shift jobs ten times in five years to fasten their career growth, I am fortunate to meet women, who have tremendous patience and confidence, a combination which is becoming increasingly difficult to see. These are the women who recognize the difficulties ahead, who know that overcoming those difficulties will take years together, yet are prepared to face them without thinking about the final result.
As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, after becoming a mother, my respect towards all the mothers and women in general, has increased tremendously. But, when I look at mothers of special children, I lose control over my emotions and my eyes become wet.
During my school holidays, I used to go to my uncle’s home for holidays. He lived in an apartment. My uncle’s neighbor was a college lecturer and had an awesome sense of humor. He would make me laugh for hours continuously. His wife sang so beautifully. She gave concerts and played Veena and her voice was totally mesmerizing. They had a daughter and a son. They surely looked happy and were always enthusiastic about life. At that young age, I thought they were all lucky to be happy always. (Not that I had any problems. But you know – Grass is greener on the other side :))
One day, when I was having dinner at my uncle’s home, there was a knock on the door. My uncle opened the door and the neighbor’s son came running inside, started shouting gibberish, behaved very different, and slapped me. I was puzzled and shocked. That is when I realized that the child had mental problems. He would start behaving abnormally some times and he would not stop until all his energy was exhausted.
That’s when I started looking at their family a little closer. Beneath all their happiness, I could also see their determination to create a positive atmosphere at home. In the morning, the aunt would teach her son Mridangam to channelize his energy. He did not go to school. So, she taught him lessons at home. She would prepare special dishes for him – all suggested by Ayurvedic doctors – which would take so much effort. She will never leave him alone. She will keep speaking to him, making him laugh. She would play simple games with him to develop his mind. In the evening, she will take him to the concerts she performed so that he got used to outside world.
And the best part was – She did all this every single day with no complaints or worries. She would also take good care of her daughter. She taught her Veena. Whenever I went to their home, she would speak to me so enthusiastically and would ask me about my day. She would include me in the games that she played with her son. When it was time for me to leave my uncle’s home, she would always gift me with something or the other.
Every summer, as I visited my uncle’s home, I was truly inspired. I could see the boy getting matured. The family atmosphere never changed. In fact it got better with the aunt and her daughter singing and playing Veena and the son accompanying them in Mridangam. Their major success came when he was admitted into a top school in sixth standard. Today, he is a graduate and plays Mridangam for top musicians in the city.
I keep thinking…….
How easy it would be to just complain about the child?
How easy it would be to take care of the child and forget everything else?
How easy it would be to just take care of his physical health and not the mental health?
How easy it would be to just think about family and forget the neighborhood kid?
How easy it would be to just let the neighborhood kid play with her son and forget her?
How easy it would be to keep the child in the home and cut off the external world?
And
How tough it should have been to accept that the kid is mentally challenged?
How tough it should have been to understand his needs?
How tough it should have been to visit multiple doctors – allopathy to ayurveda – and do every single thing that would help the kid?
How tough it should have been to live in an apartment with kids of the same age and understand the difference?
How tough it should have been for the couple to motivate themselves every single day to keep a positive home atmosphere?
How tough it should have been for her to teach him simple things that others perform so naturally?
How tough it should have been to come up with ideas to train the little mind?
She is truly a courageous woman – one who faced the challenge heads on with loads of patience, determination, and confidence, and changed the destiny of the child.
In this fast age when people hate to wait for anything and shift jobs ten times in five years to fasten their career growth, I am fortunate to meet women, who have tremendous patience and confidence, a combination which is becoming increasingly difficult to see. These are the women who recognize the difficulties ahead, who know that overcoming those difficulties will take years together, yet are prepared to face them without thinking about the final result.
As I mentioned in one of my previous posts, after becoming a mother, my respect towards all the mothers and women in general, has increased tremendously. But, when I look at mothers of special children, I lose control over my emotions and my eyes become wet.
During my school holidays, I used to go to my uncle’s home for holidays. He lived in an apartment. My uncle’s neighbor was a college lecturer and had an awesome sense of humor. He would make me laugh for hours continuously. His wife sang so beautifully. She gave concerts and played Veena and her voice was totally mesmerizing. They had a daughter and a son. They surely looked happy and were always enthusiastic about life. At that young age, I thought they were all lucky to be happy always. (Not that I had any problems. But you know – Grass is greener on the other side :))
One day, when I was having dinner at my uncle’s home, there was a knock on the door. My uncle opened the door and the neighbor’s son came running inside, started shouting gibberish, behaved very different, and slapped me. I was puzzled and shocked. That is when I realized that the child had mental problems. He would start behaving abnormally some times and he would not stop until all his energy was exhausted.
That’s when I started looking at their family a little closer. Beneath all their happiness, I could also see their determination to create a positive atmosphere at home. In the morning, the aunt would teach her son Mridangam to channelize his energy. He did not go to school. So, she taught him lessons at home. She would prepare special dishes for him – all suggested by Ayurvedic doctors – which would take so much effort. She will never leave him alone. She will keep speaking to him, making him laugh. She would play simple games with him to develop his mind. In the evening, she will take him to the concerts she performed so that he got used to outside world.
And the best part was – She did all this every single day with no complaints or worries. She would also take good care of her daughter. She taught her Veena. Whenever I went to their home, she would speak to me so enthusiastically and would ask me about my day. She would include me in the games that she played with her son. When it was time for me to leave my uncle’s home, she would always gift me with something or the other.
Every summer, as I visited my uncle’s home, I was truly inspired. I could see the boy getting matured. The family atmosphere never changed. In fact it got better with the aunt and her daughter singing and playing Veena and the son accompanying them in Mridangam. Their major success came when he was admitted into a top school in sixth standard. Today, he is a graduate and plays Mridangam for top musicians in the city.
I keep thinking…….
How easy it would be to just complain about the child?
How easy it would be to take care of the child and forget everything else?
How easy it would be to just take care of his physical health and not the mental health?
How easy it would be to just think about family and forget the neighborhood kid?
How easy it would be to just let the neighborhood kid play with her son and forget her?
How easy it would be to keep the child in the home and cut off the external world?
And
How tough it should have been to accept that the kid is mentally challenged?
How tough it should have been to understand his needs?
How tough it should have been to visit multiple doctors – allopathy to ayurveda – and do every single thing that would help the kid?
How tough it should have been to live in an apartment with kids of the same age and understand the difference?
How tough it should have been for the couple to motivate themselves every single day to keep a positive home atmosphere?
How tough it should have been for her to teach him simple things that others perform so naturally?
How tough it should have been to come up with ideas to train the little mind?
She is truly a courageous woman – one who faced the challenge heads on with loads of patience, determination, and confidence, and changed the destiny of the child.
Men are what their mothers made them.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Ralph Waldo Emerson
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