I love you more than anyone!

Adi has nominated me for a wonderful topic Love. She wants me to describe love in 10 lines and 4 words in each line!

It might sound cheesy but since the time I have had a kid, I have realised that the love he has for us is the only kind which can be called unconditional. Or just one condition – love me back. He needs us, needs our time, our smiles, our applaud when he learns to close and open his fingers to “twinkle twinkle little star”. This love is not describable. In few words or more. So I think few should be good 😀

Love is the smile

he has on his face

when he wakes up

and stumbles towards me,

Love is when

his face lights up

on opening the door

and finding daddy is home,

Love is when

he is afraid

and rushes towards me

for snuggles and hugs,

Love is everything

that a child does

for that is the love

whose only condition is love-back!

I am not very good at writing in few words. But I tried!

What I have to do is nominate 10 people to carry this chain forward. What I will do instead is nominate each one of you who reads this. Because I can’t select just 10 😀

Come on guys! 🙂


Story of all mommies!!

This is exactly what happens when I arrange things nowadays! And I am sure this happens with my mother in law too, who takes care of Happy while we’re at work!!

Just last week, I took it up to sweep below the bed and out comes a smashed tomato! Put strategically behind my weighing scale so I wouldn’t have seen it otherwise!!!

Yesterday, was cleaning up the store-room and found Happy’s glass which I was looking for since a week, a bottle with cap missing, head of a doll murdered heartlessly (he still roams around with her headless body) and all of this – behind the wheat sack. *rolls eyes*

No matter how many times I try and arrange his cupboard, I find it messed up with utter disregard for my hard-work! 😦

Last sunday, I had washed a huge pile of clothes and was hanging them in the balcony. The little devil comes along with his headless doll, puts her aside and starts throwing the clothes from the basket down the balcony!! *horror* I noticed only after few of his cleanly washed socks and tees were thrown down! And he was looking at me with big eyes waiting for me to laugh out loud. Which I did. Before rushing downstairs to rescue the clothes!

Oh Happy, what do I do with you kid? You make me tired and in fits of laughter at the same time!!!! ❤

One year of Happy-ness :)

Dear Happy!

Its been a year of happyness with you! I have heard lot many tales of children being generally difficult and pregnancy being beaten left right and center to get things done in typical Hindi movies (“meine tumhe nau mahine apne pet mein pala hai” types!). I was pretty amazed being pregnant because you were so much fun!

I had a very comfortable pregnancy! None of the retching vomiting fainting or craving stuff happened. Infact, until my belly started swelling, Simba was pretty sure the doc is getting it wrong and I was not pregnant! I remember your nudges and your movements, it always amazed me beyond measure! I remember giving a gentle nudge to the place where doc said your legs would be in the last month and receiving a gentle nudge back – our first game together!

And you don’t cease to amaze me even now because you are such an easy child to be with. You love us, love spending time with us, make us laugh with your antics and just thinking about you on a cold winter morning in office gives me such warmth, I could swear its magic!! I hardly find myself complaining of lack of sleep or fatigue! You wake up smiling and you sleep with a smiling face!

I remember the first time you smiled, the first time you called me “mummaaay”, the first time you walked towards me, the first time you bit me! The times you know you are being funny deliberately and look at my face expecting me to laugh out! The times you walk towards the door knowing that its me who has returned from work! The times you look around in a room full of people with confused eyes and the moment you see me, you smile that dazzling million dollar smile and run to me!

I love being your mum! I love being called “mummaaaay” in a sing-song way! I love you voice, your smell and your aura. You give me warmth and strength. You bring me and Simba closer than we were! You are my life! I feel so blessed for the year that has gone by!

I am usually a person shying away from clichés! But this one here takes my heart away – A child gives birth to a mother! And its been a year of being a mum, your mum! I am so proud!!! 😀 ❤

Horrifying Facebook warnings

I opened my facebook page today to see this horrifying warning from a well-wisher.

“A guy sends you a friend request. You don’t know him, but he’s got a cute profile picture, so you accept.

It’s baby girl’s first day at school! She looks so cute in her new outfit you just have to take a picture and put it on Facebook so all your friends and family can see. You’re so excited dropping her off that you “check in” to her school on Facebook saying “I can’t believe how big she’s gotten. Time sure flies. One proud momma/daddy right here!”…

Meanwhile, the mystery guy whose friend request you hurriedly accepted earlier this morning is saving that picture you posted of your daughter in her cute new outfit to his phone and texting it to 60 other grown men across the world with the caption “Caucasian female. Age 5. Brown hair, green eyes. $2,500.” Not only did you provide a picture of your little girl to a child trafficker, you’ve handed him the name and exact location of her school on a silver cyber platter. You go to pick her up at 3:00 this afternoon, but she’s nowhere to be found. Little do you know, your precious baby girl was sold to a 43-year-old pedophile before you even stepped foot off campus this morning, and now she’s on her way to South Africa with a bag over her head, confused, terrified and crying because a man she’s never seen before picked her up from school, and now she doesn’t know where her parents are, where she’s going, or what’s gonna happen to her.


Share it with as many you know & avoid keeping your children in profile pics on‪#‎Facebook‬, ‪#‎Whatsapp‬ etc.”

I am not saying that the statement in capitals in the end is wrong. “Stop adding strangers on facebook”. But to justify this statement, why would you attach it to such a far-fetched, improbable and horrifying story!

I don’t think child traffickers would operate randomly picking up children of unsuspecting people they add on facebook! That would hardly be the case! And in most cases, the information they get is from people close to the family like domestic helps or drivers or street vendors near the residence or cruel relatives! Someone known to the family. Not to mention the stupid assumption that women add men who have cute profile pictures.

Do you think that people involved in this terrible business would pick up random children from their facebook walls!? Or are we giving them ideas?

Does this warning make sense? I tried looking up some incident on the basis of which, this message was made, which might give it some amount of credibility! But I couldn’t find anything to that effect.

I was very disturbed on reading the post because it is horrifying, to say the least. That your child could be a victim of trafficking because you post his / her picture on facebook?

Don’t get me wrong. I do agree with the message that you need to be careful of who you interact with on social media and what amount of personal information you share with your internet-friends, but I have a problem with the way this message is conveyed!

Or may be I am just a panicky woman!

What do you think?

A brand new pearl is on its way!!

I’ve decided about a name for my son that I’d be using on this blog! And its Happy! Because the meaning of his name is happy and because thats what he makes us!

So Happy here is going to get a brand new pearl! Nope, not jewelry, but he is beginning to teeth! Today morning, he smiled his gummy smile, only to reveal a teeny-wheeny white pearl about to emerge from those gums!!

Yayyieee!! I had this hunch going on since a week because he’s taken to putting every damn thing in his mouth from my hairpins to TV remote to tiny ants moving around the tulsi plant! Ya his pincer grip gets to everything and then he shuts his mouth tight when we attempt to take it from his mouth!!

So the wonder boy is teething! And I am going to have a new photoshoot of his teeth very soon!!!! Maybe, I’ll post a pic of his first tooth soon enough!! 🙂 ❤

Slipping through my fingers….

Have you seen the movie “Mamma Mia”? Have you heard this song?

I just love this movie and all the songs. This one’s lyrics touch some chord somewhere.. Its like story of my life.

Time slipping through my fingers and all the things I plan for me and my family washing away with the slipping time.. what happened to the wonderful adventures, the places I had planned for us to go, well some of that we did, but most we didn’t..

Slipping through my fingers.. The last time I heard it was yesterday and since then, I can’t help but go back and look at the pictures of my son, just born.. How I used to touch those little fingers, waiting for him to hold my finger! His little face, puffy sleepy eyes! His big searching eyes when he was awake, looking for me! How I could see him 24X7! How I kept clicking his pictures all the time!

Well, before you think I have run away from home, I haven’t! But I’ve been missing him since I joined work! And I’ve been avoiding realization of how much time has gone by! I’ve been avoiding a thought of what is fast going by.. I’ve drowned myself in a routine. Now that song brought me back to shore, making me realize, he’s growing up! And I am losing those chances at making memories with him that could be my lifetime treasure!

He’s already progressed a lot! Started babbling, crawling, standing up holding furniture, identifying food, screaming for a toy, laughing with us, about to begin teething! He is no more that “bundle” of joy, the bundle is unwrapped and he is moving about with all the energy in the world! And I am at work!

Is this the perennial dilemma of every working parent? I was away for 4 days for some assignment and already he has added a new word to his vocab “papa”!!!! But “mumma” is nowhere yet! Is it because I am not available all the time? I’m not jealous, just edgy, waiting for him to call me!! And have that big proud smile that hub had yesterday when he was called “papa”!!! That sweet music of his voice!!

Slipping through my fingers.. All the plans that I had.. They are deep down. Waiting to be executed. But where’s the time? And the inclination? I am always waiting for that perfect moment.. When my fairy God mother would come and a swoosh of her wand would set things alright! But this is reality and there are no fairy god mothers.

Then sometimes I am thinking of things I planned for me and hub.. Lost somewhere.. A random picture of a random friend on facebook brings the memory of that plan back! Something that will never come to be! I am waiting for a perfect moment.. When I’ll be able to do things I plan.. But that moment doesn’t come.. Where’s the time? Out of this schedule? And the inclination?

Some old picture swims before my eyes, of old times, with mom & dad and I think about the peaceful lazy bachelor days! Sometimes I wish I can freeze the picture and save it from the funny tricks of time..

But the time tick tocks.. As it still does.. And I still wait.. For that perfect moment and the time and the inclination.. Sadly, many of the plans don’t materialise because of the fast life we live in! The pace of it kills most dreams before you are done dreaming!!

Laptop bag in hand, I leave home in the morning, and he is waving good-bye with an absent minded smile!!

Beautiful song..

First lessons of mommyhood

byaabaabaabeeeyaaaaaaaa *shrill scream* byaabaabaabeeeyaaaaa *another shrill scream*

Nope! I didn’t watch any horror movie yesterday!

This is the normal “talking” that my son does with his monkey, while chewing vigorously on the monkey’s tail, that now resembles a 16th Century rag!

These are the things I would usually find so boring, or may be irritating! Before him, I loved kids, but in pictures, where they would be quiet. Not screaming like the world was going to end in minutes. I had no tolerance for their make-believe world and would just tell them there’s no tea in the cup they’re passing to everyone! Before you judge me, I tried being nice once and asked for a recipe to a little girl serving cups and cups of tea from the tiniest kettle you’d ever see. And she replied “you’re big now. You don’t know how to make tea?” See! I can explain my irritation!

But, getting back to the point, I love the music that his voice makes! Even if the shrill screams threaten to tear apart my ear-drums, they make me giggle and laugh! And he looks at me with his big eyes asking to be held! Continuously stares at my beautiful elephant & pompoms beaded curtain longing to pull the little wooden elephants out!

It is so strange that we never find the antics of our own children irritating! We always manage to laugh away! “That was smart, he can’t be duped into something else if he has his eyes on the phone” “That was so cute, he just shouted for his milk bottle” “Oh look! He is so inquisitive! Stopped playing the moment I started talking on phone”

Little do we realise that these are the very things, we need to watch out for! To nip the bad habits right away! That phone should not turn into a prop to get things done! He can’t shout at people! And he certainly shouldn’t be so inquisitive about other people’s phone calls!

He is just 7 months old now, but soon he’ll start making a pattern of his own. His actions and our reactions. His understanding of what gets applaud and what gets laughed at. It is important we don’t applaud or laugh at the wrong things and encourage him!

Just want to make sure he turns out to be a good person. Better than me or his dad are. Just a little realisation and self-note to not laugh when he shouts for a toy!

I have a little man in my heart!

If you have felt little velvety fingers moving on your hands and suddenly, they grip your finger with a sure trusting force, you know what I mean!

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Google Image – best describes the post!

I have a little man in my heart and he is gonna call me mommy! 🙂

My little man came in my life 5 months before today and he has sealed the love me and my husband share in a way no one else could have! He is the cherry to our cake!

I have never come home from work and been so fresh in a moment! The minute I enter, I see a warm inviting smile emerging on his face like a beautiful sunrise! That anticipation of being held and kissed and hugged, those squeals of laughter, those tiny fingers moving across my face, they make my day seem worthwhile.

I had always heard motherhood was the best feeling ever, the one you could not describe. I experience it today as I write about it! In the middle of a hectic work day, I miss you son! I see you smile and I am drawn to you like a moth to a flame! I love you beyond boundaries! You are my personal sun, warming my life with gleam in your eyes!! Thank you for entering my life!