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C H I L D R E N.
   People are always so curious about this particular area  of our life, isn't it? A married couple has to face this question from time to time: "Do you have kids?" When some of us reply in the affirmative, the response is,
       "You do? Wow! Aren't they a blessing?!"
But, heaven forbid if one was to reply in the negative! The instant reaction is arched eyebrows that hit the roof, indignation writ large on the face and eyes that bore holes through your conscience, asking you,
         "NO? You DON'T have kids!? WHY? Don't you like kids?"
       It fills the couple with such guilt, as if they have committed sacrilege, or some such thing! God help such couples. Especially, the woman.

      It is a matter of great  concern for the society if a woman hasn't had a child. An avalanche of whys and wherefores follows the woman everywhere she goes. Her replies, which fail to satiate people's curiosity, are foll…

Why whisper, when you can be carefree? #Period Pride

I had my first period at the age of 12, and today, as I sense  menopause peeping from round the corner, I remember a statement made by a professor way back in college:

                          "Celebrate menstruation! It is what makes you a woman!"

         Golden words, those, considering, we women hate this thing we would like to think of as  an affliction! When I first learnt about it, I wondered if only women in our country suffered from it! Hilarious, I know, but in my day and  age, innocence still existed. With no Internet to illuminate us with information, we were too naive to understand life and her ways.  Discussing such taboo topics with elders was considered to be strict no-no. Mother did advice me on what I was supposed to do if something "went wrong" in her absence. But, Dad was not to be consulted as he had no knowledge about anything of the sort!
          I would often wonder when I would be rid of this monthly trauma, and so once…

Just let it go.

A few days ago,  I read an interesting story by an anonymous writer. It was in Marathi, titled, 'Barnitley Kaju' (The cashew jar). The story is about how the writer stumbled upon an old storybook while rummaging through her cupboard.  The book carried a cute little tale about a  boy and his fondness for cashews and how the tale taught the writer a lesson for  life.

             The little boy loved cashews, so one day he got hold of the cashew jar, dipped his hand in it, and took a fistful of cashews, but, alas, his hand got stuck! Panic-stricken, the poor fellow tried moving his hand this way and that, but to no avail. The mouth of the jar wasn't big enough for him to free his hand that now held the cashews. His grandmother, who was watching the entire scene unfold, suggested he let go of the cashews - that would help him out. Trusting his granny, the boy let go of the nuts and lo, he could easily free his hand! His face brightened up instantly!


Time to change.

We celebrate the 70th  year of Independence today. I really wonder what exactly it means to the people of this country! Now, this may come across as  a pessimistic attitude to many, but, really, how much have we really progressed in these past seven decades? I don't want to dwell  upon the multitudinous goals we have achieved, instead, I would like to ponder over the basic philosophy of us Indians that we have so miserably failed to work upon.
        Every soul in India follows a religion from which he imbibes knowledge about how he must lead an ideal life. Respecting one another and working towards building a society where every one lives in harmony, are the tenets of every religion, isn't it?  Everyone who has read their religious text will vouch for this knowledge that it imparts. Then, why do we still have discrimination based on religion, caste and creed? Why the intolerance for the other religion, whichever it may be? Aren't we taught that we all are '…

A toast to myself!

Wow! First of all, a toast to myself!   Cheers! *Clink clink*
     And, now for the post - seven days of writing on prompts that were so varied; visiting blogs and reading up posts that were such gems -  it  was an amazing week, indeed! Amazing and fulfilling.            Counting these seven days and adding to these the past 10 days (7 days of Write Tribe Blogging Challenge  and 3 days of the Cherished Blogfest) would make it 17 days of blogging for me! Now, that's quite a feat, considering I haven't been so regular at writing. But, I have understood, that it takes a whole lot of willpower and the need to get out of our comfort zone (lazing around and making excuses for not writing!) to get down to achieving things you felt you never would! Writing on prompts thought up by someone else, isn't easy. I mean, haven't we all been a victim of ennui? But, when there is an entire team of bloggers and some amazing and encouraging admins to help us, what can we possibly d…

A promise to my best friend.

It's Friendship Day today, so what better occasion than this to make a promise to my best friend, to love her and cherish her for as long as I live!?  We - my bff and I - have been together since the moment I was born. It's some years now,  since I learnt about her significance to my life. To begin with,  I am my bff - my best friend forever. I do have friends, but, it's me, who is closest to me!
       We often fail to realise our own importance in our lives. We cherish our family and our close friends, but seldom do we cherish ourselves. Our contribution towards our development along this journey rarely gets the desired credit.  The people we meet during our journey, and our experiences with them, leave an indelible mark on our psyches. We evolve into better versions of ourselves thanks to those experiences, to those people, but, do we realise that it's  our own efforts due to which  we metamorphose into what we were destined to be?
      We always d…

Live and let live.

Kavita had been sitting motionless for hours now, deeply immersed in her thoughts. The impending arrival of the prospective groom to 'see' her had been driving her to despair.  Pleading with her parents for some more time had been a futile attempt, leading to a worsening state of turmoil. Thoughts of rebellion and defeat rose simultaneously within her, sending her deeper into the chasm of desolation. But, giving up was not an alternative for her now;  building up a fighting spirit was what she needed to concentrate on.

"They will take one look at me and reject me outright. The kind of genes I have inherited will ensure that! And, after they have gone, and my folks tch-tched about my rotten luck, life will get back to normal. And, then, within a few days, I will move out. Anisha has waited so long! We have waited so long. Our dream for our future will all come true one day. Dad and ma will never understand, never agree. They will, of course, put their f…

The lucky ones.

Mira stood staring at the showcase which was stacked with baby socks and shoes in every pastel hue. There were dainty socks in  baby pink and powder blue and lemon yellow and virgin white. All sprinkled with a generous amount of polka dots and teddy bears and puppy pictures all over them. Some also had a delicate lace at the top, and some, satin ribbons. The tiny shoes too came in a wide  range of designs and colours. Blue, white, red, pink, yellow,  with  pictures of baby animals, stars and odd shapes and cartoon figures.
      She gazed at it, hypnotised by  all the rich stuff in front of her. She felt she could spend her entire life in this shoe shop! How lucky these  kids were! All the fancy stuff they could have for themselves as soon as they stepped into this world! It made her envious of the lives they lived, the comfort and the luxury they were blessed with. Oh, what she would give to be born  to families that could afford the best of the best for their children!


Fragile lives.

A few days ago, I read a heartbreaking piece of news about a man who died when a huge tree fell on the car he was driving. He got crushed under it and died soon after. He had gone to drop his little girl to school in their brand new vehicle. After  dropping her at the school gate, he tried reversing his car when tragedy struck. My mind swarmed with thoughts of his daughter, who had asked him to come fetch her from school in the evening and take her friends for a spin in their new car. My heart bled for his wife who was home preparing delicacies for his birthday, which ironically fell on the same day. Fate had dealt such a cruel hand to him and his family. In one clean sweep it took away from a family their reason for hope and happiness.
          What do we make of it? We lead fragile lives. That's what. It takes just one stroke to reach 'The End' of one's game here; everything that we worked for, toiled for, hoped for, prayed for gets wiped out in one mo…

Shed the image.

           "Waking up to who you are requires letting go of who you imagine yourself to be."             --- Alan Watts.

What you don't know is the reality behind the image that man gets slotted into.

      Our parents, our siblings, our spouses or our close friends - how well do we know them? For that matter, how well do they know us? If you were to think about it, we really know each other only peripherally. The myriad expectations of others that we burden ourselves with and the countless masks we hide behind as a result, blur the actual picture. We do share our true selves and our  feelings with our closest ones, but only to an extent.  We have been gifted with an ability to perform, feign and masquerade so perfectly, that rarely is it  'what you see is what you get'. The impressions we create of ourselves are often fake, aren't they?

          We all have two faces: the one we put on display for the world, and  the real one that no one knows about.