Small things in life matter .

It's not a secret that in our Indian society people still look at dusky skin colour with much disdain. They will talk about how progressive they are but at the same time twitch their nose at anyone who do not conform to their standards of beauty and intellect. People still think drinking tea which is dark in colour might literally change their skin colour. So the more you drink tea the duskier you become. I cant decide who is more stupider - the people who are perpetuating this to be true or the people who dont drink tea in the fear of getting duskier. Nothing could be more outlandish than a beverage getting to decide who can be fair and who cannot be fair. Furthermore someone needs to tell the dogmatics that the colour of the skin is different because of the melanin in our body which has changed and evolved according to the climatic conditions and relocation of our ancestors for their survival. Just because one is dark coloured you cannot differentiate him/her. The only ...

Happiness is subjective. Its relative. What is boon to one might be a bane to someone else. But still all of us are running after the all elusive happiness. We are happy but not content. Everytime we achieve something we want or desire, we become happy. However that happiness is shortlived. We are so fixated on something more, that we never celebrate where we are at the moment or what we have already achieved. We are constantly running a race where there cannot be any winner as the damn race never ends! Once we achieve what we want, we set our eyes on something bigger, something better, something higher. Does it mean that we are stuck in this materialistic world where there is no contentment.. We strive hard to achieve our set goals. And when we get that dream job, that dream salary, that dream house, that dream car, why aren't we still happy. Why is there a void which constantly needs to be filled in. The moment we achieve our goals we waste no time to stretch that band a b...

Mothers are the sweetest and kindest souls ever, would not be an overstatement. I dont understand then why only my mom has to differ. I dont mean that she isnt sweet but yeah she is definitely not sugar sweet type.(atleast to me). How she is to my kid brother is a thing to debate. No matter what she has to offer as an explanation I would never buy into one. The funny thing is my brother thinks exactly the same thing about my mums and my relation. He thinks she takes my side and favours me more than him. Earlier I never used to understand this complexity of the mind. Both of us had proper theories and proofs to support our case. And my mum used to clarify all the time that she is not on any one particular side and that we will only get it when we have our own children. And how on point was she? Now that I have my own two kids, history is repeating itself and now I am the one who no matter how hard I try, can never be a good referee. There are maddening allegations made by both my...

Whenever I decide to not take an umbrella, it has to rain. What about all those days when I was carrying it. Where were the rain gods then? The murphys law is active. So I have learnt to not take anything for granted. Life is a great leveller. You cannot make a five year plan or plan for long term. It seldom happens as planned. Life has it's own course. And noone can mess with its course. Many people come in our lives with a purpose and when that is attained, they disappear as magically as they had appeared, leaving us transfixed. The more you hold on to the old things or people. the more they slip off, from your grip. It seems like everything in life has an expiry date. We should all try to learn to move on with the new things that are happening to and around us. It's easier said than done. I get it, nevertheless we have to keep trying knowing that nothing worth doing is ever easy. I used to always struggle to understand why certain things happen the way they did. I g...

I remember the first three- four years after marriage we had a memorable Valentines day. He had showered me with gifts( actually not plural) and we had a really nice time. Then kids happened. And our equation changed a bit. Now I had to juggle my time between my daughter and him. Obviously, he had to suffer. Then came the second baby. And I had to a juggle a bit more. Now it was between my baby and my toddler. And naturally this time too he suffered a bit more. It was like my life was being hijacked. I literally had forgotten when I had last dressed up and gone out with him without a bag full of diapers. Not even on Valentine's. Our cosy dinners had been replaced with chaotic ones where we were trying different food groups all churned in a mixer just so our baby would eat some. Trying to feed our baby was the most traumatic dinners for us. Initially she used to throw out everything I fed her. I was mad. Not because my baby didn't like my culinary skills but because sh...

 I have always liked my routine life. When we get bored of our busy lives we want a change of routine. We then take a break or a vacation. However, I am one such person who likes to return to my routine life faster than most other people. I enjoy one day local trips more than the long vacations. Here's my thing, I want a break but not long enough to get homesick. I would rather go on a two day getaway and be back before I miss anything of my routine city life. The ostensible paradox of my life is people go for a vacation to get a break from routine life and I cut short my vacays to return back to my routine life. I feel threatened by the silence of rural life. I am not saying that the urban noise and pollution soothes my soul. But I like the routineness of life, the stability it brings to my life, the familiarity, the organised knowingness of all things. Also because I am very bad at surprises, rather I dont much appreciate any kind of surprises, good or bad. I like to con...

People who have kids will agree with me when I say they are the only ones who can put you in your place without offending you. I have two such brats in my house whose only joy comes from making me eat my words. My elder one is like my dad, always on time and punctual. She likes to be well in time. Which isnt a bad thing. Except on weekends. I feel Saturday and Sundays are sacred and should be reserved for relaxing and enjoying as everyone have had a hectic week and will most likely be having another after these two most sought after days. I personally like to sleep a wee bit more on weekends. Why would the schools deliberately spoil that joy for us by scheduling such early parent-teacher meetings(PTM) on Saturdays. My daughters slot for the meeting is around 8 am. The school is around 4km from our house. So you calculate how early that is for a sleep deprived mother of two kids. Till last week the school had arranged all the big days in a queue. The kids Annual Day, the sports...