Narrative of a passionate mother

"What a bad mother you are" you said to me, my darling rockstar, in your ever boldening cute voice, striving to make its mark in this noisy world, each day. And you shook something, somewhere deep inside me, reminding me that I must have been taking your "growing up" a little too for granted. Reminding me that you are the little baby, whose coming about has taught me the meaning of being, has taught me the meaning of losing your being to the oneness of the whole being. The beautiful fact remains that Your arrival brought me to reflect upon the most beautiful learnings of my life, that nature is never mistaken, that spontaneity sits at the core of life, that what goes around comes around, that though I am the source of the decision to bring you about, I am a mere medium- a facilitator at most, that every child, at least deserves the respect and dignity that we adults ever expect from them, that no child should ever be treated like a trophy, rather a sapling requir...

Teary eyes, blurred vision and a heavy heart make my hands tremble as I prepare to leave on my first overnight trip "without you" my little ones. Four years have passed, since I had my first one and the joyride began, with so many duo trips but,  never could I afford to stay away from you and in the meanwhile came the second one. This quartet of years has flown by so swiftly, drenched in my motherly love,  that I, who has always been a free spirit never felt bound, for the bond was the most ecstatic. Every time an occasion arose, where I anticipated a possibility of having to stay without you overnight, I deliberately pulled myself away from it. Each time, reminding myself, that one day it would be, I will have to carry on and so will you, on my own, on your own.  WITHOUT my presence The day has come today as I have a duty to fulfill, will have to stay away from you for a couple of nights. This day, that I wish never came has come and I begin to prepare with a strong...

"Women are bound by their domestic responsibilitY hence may not justify critical roles" Remarked a gentleman who also seemed to have a doubt upon the success of women lawyers as he claimed that not many female lawyers have made their mark in the legal profession. Really, Are we even rightful of questioning our women of success when "Equality" is still only a beautiful concept for us, when we known why are our women not given higher roles in organisations. Not that I particularly have a problem with the respected gentleman but the entire society that is responsible for where our women stand today and how they are perceived. Driving all alone, early in the morning to a distant village in haryana through the rural landscape as the sun rises, I NOTICE men (Sitting mostly in their sheer Dhoti with/without Vest), cluster up around their hookah chattering, shamelessly gazing at the women (clad in dupattas with only the eyes mostly seen) with their earthen pots to be fill...

Happy birthday Son. Today you are a year old, sleeping soundly by my side, as I look at you, drenched in emotional reminiscence from this day, the last year. Before I proceed, I wish you to know that You're my little charmer, my little surprise, that you take my breath away as you cry out saying " MAA " just the way my dadaji did, who left us just a while before you were conceived, so with you also came a hope of his come-back. After all, the wheel of life has to, but spin. The hope that those who have left us come back to us, keeps us going. However, I try my best not to withhold the bygones and limit you therein.  You have been special in your own way ever since your conception, that also brought along a new chapter in your father's career path. No morning sickness, no irregular sugar, no worrisome reports at all, you were absolutely easy on my physical being unlike your didi. I carried you like a bundle of joy in the real sense, as you always danced around i...

My heart just skipped a beat as the words "Thank you maa" in the melodious voice of my 3 year old daughter hit my ears, they are echoing in my head perpetually. It was one of those very rare moments when the joy filled my whole being to the extent that it began to ooze out of my eyes, making my skin feel warmer and my throat choked as I served her a Hot parantha on her plate. She looked straight into my eyes with those three words, in her high pitched voice full of gratitude making me feel so worthy as I have never before felt. In that moment, she made worthwhile the ordeal that I have went through every single day ever since I conceived her, carried her- within and without, trying to make the most of every moment with her for her. When every one else was still waiting for her to begin interacting and speaking, I was engrossed in her quietude as much as I was enjoying her journey to developing language skills. Mother is busy conversing with the child every moment in her s...

I owe all my wisdom as a parent to my children for it is in that gaze of those little twinkling eyes, penetrating straight into my motherly heart that I find the amount and intensity of faith they regard their mother with.  Ganesha, pronto did a Parikrama, circumscribing his parents Shiva and Parvati, and won over his courageous brother Kartikeya in a challenge thrown by Naarad Muni who had dared them to go around the Earth. Ganesha was aptly declared the winner, for it is in its parents that a child first sees the world. Whenever they're posed with a new situation, children always turn back to their parents and look straight into their eyes for the response. It is our response to any circumstance that results into their conditioning, hence we, The Parents are The Mirror that shows the world to our kids. As much as we reflect the world for them in ourselves, they emulate it back to us. For that reason, our kids become Our Mirror, that echoes back to us our own self.  ...