I am a child!

 It’s truly heartbreaking! Time and again I have come across instances shared by distressed parents of children being ridiculed. Being made fun of. Why?

Just because they can’t spell a couple of words in a foreign language not even their mother tongue! Maybe they are unable to add a couple of numbers or they have lost 1 or 2 marks here and  there.

Let me tell you, have you tried finding out if that child is soft in his mannerisms. Polite to the core. Could be a friendly, helpful child . No.

Maybe a future genius in the making. What creative genius is lurking deep within the folds of low self esteem, have you tried finding out?

Have you seen that same child’s paintings and drawings. Have you seen the child sitting a little apart in the drawing. Think about it!

Maybe he could be a maestro!

A Beethovan, Michael Angelou, Leonardo Vinci, a sports genius!

Are you the cause of it?

My heart breaks when I hear the educationists today have forgotten the meaning of compassionate, kind , loving and most important “ Caring”

Why?

A child who is broken already what does he truly need?

Whether it’s a child of special needs, autistic, dyslexic, the labels are endless. I have cross many in my career of 18 years as a special educator. For me it’s a child, a living breathing human with a heart and up-teem number of emotions! 

He has come with a purpose! He has been sent for a purpose! He will find his way!

You are a mediator again chosen by him!

Are we doing our part?

Let the child bask in the joy of living!

Let him wear the cloak of happiness!

Let each instance with you be a special mention in his diary of life!

Remember heart have been won over by love!

Love conquers all!

Compassion conquers even more!

Be kind always!

They need it more than any one out there!

Give them the joy of Living  and Learning together!

Just a housewife

 I have repeatedly seen women being brought down due to their respective roles. The common one being, the housewife. Have you ever been in that woman’s shoes and  wondered “ Why isn’t she wearing her stilettos”? 

Wearing the most comfortable footwear, so that she can be up and about looking after everyone’s well being. Sometimes it’s her elderly in- laws, at times the children, then hubby. She’s expected to perform each role with finesse. Do we easily give in if she errs?

Doesn’t look like it. Even if she’s sick, she has to be present for sometime to check if everything is taken care of. 

Does it sound easy? 

She gives up her career. Looking after the well being of many. Is she appreciated? Have you ever thought, she’s making your abode a blissful one.

Doesn’t she command more respect?

Next comes the one who’s multi tasking. Running the house, working, taking charge of many aspects of her life. If someday she just makes a statement of being tired, the quick come back is” But you only were gone for 6 hours”.

Meaning what’s the big deal?

Then her glam quotient too has to be in place. Groomed, Glamorous, looking perfect in every which way.

Fitness too has to be kept in mind!

Now! Does she have 48 hours in her day?

Food for thought!

Good to ponder!

Children’s hobby classes, sports activities, other miscellaneous activities have to be all kept in mind!

Please fit in the chauffeur’s role too!

Whoosh!

Let’s take a deep breath!

Wait a minute!

“ The water is not coming in the taps”

Why is there a fuse here?

Why is the internet not working?

What’s for dinner? 

Ohh mummy!

But I don’t like that?

The quiet voice of the hubby slowly, “ Is there anything else to eat”?

I don’t like this curry!

Who cooked this?

It’s too spicy!

Where’s my blue colour shirt?

I had put it for wash🤷🏼‍♀️

Mummy I can’t find my socks!

Then the meal planning! Keeping each’s likes and dislikes in mind!

Does it sound easy?

Does this sound familiar!

True! What is it?

The lunch had to be prepared. The lunch is already done waiting for you because the reliability of the helping hand cannot be vouched for.

She is running through her breakfast. Literally gulping her scalding coffee. Yet ! Right!

What’s the big deal?

Why are women always expected to be some professional multi taskers!

Why?

Why should in their reign everything be meticulously carried out?

When a girl gets married, the assumption that she has to be a professional cook, producing culinary delights everyday.

Why can’t it be a joint venture?

Why is it that women in the end are just reduced to taking care of everyone?

Is she ever asked” How was your day”?

“Would you like to take some rest”?

You deserve to have a break!

Should I book you for a spa day?

No!

Break!

Are you kidding me?

Who’ll cook?

What about food?

What about the house being run?

What about this?

What about that?

What about that human being who needs to be feel loved, appreciated and treated with kindness?

Women are made strong and to multi task but each one has their breaking point!

Dear women,

Learn to stand up for what you believe!

Sometimes it’s not selfish to say no!

Know your limitations!

When you need to rest or take a day off for yourself

Do it!

The world will not come to an end!

BTW you just have one life!

You better live it well!

He has not promised about sending anyone twice!

Have a good Day!

Love yourself the most!

Respect!

Honour!

Cherish every breath!

Ramadan Fervour

 The joy of Ramadan is surreal in my beautiful city, Hyderabad. Everything comes alive after 7😃. Once the fast is broken, it becomes hustling, bustling and vibrant. The day has its own charm. All the carts lined with fruits, and different types of veggies waiting patiently to be bought by others. Towards the evening it comes alive with a new vibrancy. The houses were a buzzing energy, each getting ready to break their fast with snacks. The dahi wada, fruits, juices, the pakodas, fruit chaat, sandwiches, spring rolls. Each one varies abd alternates it. After dinner or after iftar all the tea haunts are haunted till dawn😃😃. Hyderabad can be renamed as “The Chai City” too. The energy is pulsating. Haleem the most desired during Ramadan by people from every walk of life. Haleem unites all other than Chai. Hyderabad’s famous bangle market situated in the old city is like a beautiful bride decked in glittering hues. The street has all the bangle carts arranged in regular intervals. A lovely ritual I follow with my close friends every Ramadan. We shop for bangles till we drop for food , literally on the verge of fainting 😆😆. Buying our wears to adorn on Eid with our favourite outfits. The next thing which everyone dies is buying seviyan for the dessert made specially on Eid, called Sheer khurma. The shops boast of different kind of bangle sets. The food joints are roaring with energy. Kababs, Biryani and Haleem doing the rounds. Being summer, Lassi is also a cold special rather than a hot one😆. My beautiful city makes me forget my birth city Kuwait, which I miss a lot. The aura is surreal! Seeing is believing! Experiencing it, is even better!

Aanya’s Fate

There was the sound of loud singing and dancing coming till the gates of Raichur Villa. The festivities were in full swing. The darling of the family was getting married. Aanya the youngest in four siblings was getting married to a boy from a very distinguished family. The haldi was to start in a day. The Pre- Wedding festivities were in full swing. The sangeet practice, the Dholki, so many functions lined up. Her aunts, uncles, cousins from all over the globe had come down for the wedding. There was so much joy in the air along with Love. 

Aanya looked beautiful in a lemon and cream Anarkali, adorning simple jewellery, she looked like a bride to be. Her glow was natural. The inner radiance of a person in love. She was ecstatic. She had met Mihir a year ago, the match was brought about by her aunt. It was a perfect one. The year had flown by, now it was time for her wedding. She was happy yet sad that she would leave her loving family. Not letting that thought sit, Aanya got busy. After that she had no time to think. There was a lot of singing, dancing, joyous moments.

The house was being decorated for the haldi tomorrow. 

The house was silent now. It was quiet. Tomorrow it would be bustling again. With this last thought Aanya fell into a deep slumber of peace. 

Would her peaceful slumber last long?

Find out in the sequel to follow.