You take a piece of me with you...
I don't want to come across as a lovestruck teenager. But my darling G is away for two days on an official visit to the capital. Its been a couple of hours since he left.
And I'm already missing him terribly:(
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Passing Judgement!
I woke up yesterday to a shocking news which made headlines across all leading dailies in Bangalore.
A 30 year old software professional smothered his 28 year old wife. And then took his own life.
Her mistake: he suspected her of having an extra-marital affair. His mistake I suppose was that he loved her too much to fathom losing her. But was it worth it at the end. For after all what he left behind were two suffering and broken families.
And the whole world has been sitting smugly passing judgement. The poor girl's social networking site has been flooded with vile remarks and mud slinging.
Not to forget the media that glorifies every episode in the common man's life, invades privacy and leaves the most sacrosanct instances open to debate and public bashing.
In my opinion everybody should just let it be. After all who are we to pass judgement. And try to decipher what happens within the four walls of each household or the human mind.
Suffice for me to say it is wrong to analyse a situation that none knows about.
May the two souls find peace and may in death they be able to sort out their differences and find solace.
A 30 year old software professional smothered his 28 year old wife. And then took his own life.
Her mistake: he suspected her of having an extra-marital affair. His mistake I suppose was that he loved her too much to fathom losing her. But was it worth it at the end. For after all what he left behind were two suffering and broken families.
And the whole world has been sitting smugly passing judgement. The poor girl's social networking site has been flooded with vile remarks and mud slinging.
Not to forget the media that glorifies every episode in the common man's life, invades privacy and leaves the most sacrosanct instances open to debate and public bashing.
In my opinion everybody should just let it be. After all who are we to pass judgement. And try to decipher what happens within the four walls of each household or the human mind.
Suffice for me to say it is wrong to analyse a situation that none knows about.
May the two souls find peace and may in death they be able to sort out their differences and find solace.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
A moving experience.
Excuse me Madam. May God bless you!
This sentence uttered by a demure, young sales girl at Nilgiris had me in tears. There are so many ways in which God hands out his blessing. And, I do know that was God telling me that he is watching over me and my family:)
Today Arhaan turns one. At 4.04 to be precise. And my joy knows no bounds. I definitely am more excited than he is. After all today is when the mother in me too was born.
We decided to bring in Baby A's birthday with a small donation to Rakum Blind School. And that's how I encountered the sales girl while we were shopping for rations for the blind school.
And there was no better way of wishing Baby A than the 100 odd children singing 'Happy birthday'.
This sentence uttered by a demure, young sales girl at Nilgiris had me in tears. There are so many ways in which God hands out his blessing. And, I do know that was God telling me that he is watching over me and my family:)
Today Arhaan turns one. At 4.04 to be precise. And my joy knows no bounds. I definitely am more excited than he is. After all today is when the mother in me too was born.
We decided to bring in Baby A's birthday with a small donation to Rakum Blind School. And that's how I encountered the sales girl while we were shopping for rations for the blind school.
And there was no better way of wishing Baby A than the 100 odd children singing 'Happy birthday'.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
1!
Baby A turns one tomorrow. And oh what a roller coaster ride the first year has been.
It just seems like yesterday that I walked into Jehangir Hospital, Pune with Mom, Dad, Dimple and Darling G. My maternity bag in tow. And here I am sitting today reminiscing the year gone by. That too in a jiffy!
Baby A has metamorphosised from the little bundle that he was into a little boy eagerly running around discovering his universe.
This afternoon when I went home during lunch hour he was busy pulling out the linen from the cupboard. Just to discipline him I raised my voice and he turned around, gave me the cheekiest smile imaginable and then burst into a fit of giggles. And then we both were rolling on the bed in fits of laughter.
And to imagine that a year back he was so small, tiny with flailing arms and legs. And here he is today able to express his joy to me. Not to discount his equal expression of all that annoys him.
I know what it takes to be a mother now and all I can say is that god gave me my masterpiece and I called him 'Arhaan'.
It just seems like yesterday that I walked into Jehangir Hospital, Pune with Mom, Dad, Dimple and Darling G. My maternity bag in tow. And here I am sitting today reminiscing the year gone by. That too in a jiffy!
Baby A has metamorphosised from the little bundle that he was into a little boy eagerly running around discovering his universe.
This afternoon when I went home during lunch hour he was busy pulling out the linen from the cupboard. Just to discipline him I raised my voice and he turned around, gave me the cheekiest smile imaginable and then burst into a fit of giggles. And then we both were rolling on the bed in fits of laughter.
And to imagine that a year back he was so small, tiny with flailing arms and legs. And here he is today able to express his joy to me. Not to discount his equal expression of all that annoys him.
I know what it takes to be a mother now and all I can say is that god gave me my masterpiece and I called him 'Arhaan'.
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