A Cinderella Story….

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In conversation with a BFF and the topic almost always meanders to men or the lack of “suitable men” in our lives.. She is a dreamer and I love her for that, she still believes in fairytales and knights on a white horse or an Audi(interchanging it with the contemporary knight vehicle)….

While a part of me wants to say yes to all the wonderful romantic stuff, the very Capri part of my mind is going”bollocks, there isn’t  anything like ” Happily ever afters” anymore. that .happens only in some ROMCOMS and even, they are getting all practical now… I want to tell my friend “enough”, snap out of it.. Fairytales are just that, tales… We are at an age where no one, just rings the doorbell and enters your home and heart , in that order..guys don’t even open doors for us women anymore..

But , then I wonder,  if is there an age  when us girls  stop believing or living iin fairy tales? Everyday, thousands of  4 year old’s …meets Cinderella and her charming Prince and in a nanosecond , another one of our species bites the dust .Somewhere our girl DNA gets mutated and sends out signals and hormones that makes us never forget what we had read as a child and we refuse to believe otherwise, even the more hardened ones still want to hold on to the magic land of their childhood…I wish there should have been a parallel story track for guys too, maybe then we’d really be equal in this world..

Anyway, I don’t tell me friend to stop dreaming, because her dreams are only about LOVE…the one thing I hear keeps the world going…I see her  become a better person, every time, in order to become the person she wants to meet.. She sure does not want to attract someone who is not as equally loving, sensitive and loving as she is..So maybe fairy tales aren’t such a bad deal, they  make us girls want and be treated as princesses and to never to short sell ourselves when it comes to men.. If only, we remembered that everytime we were in a relationship, and asked ourselves  few Fairytale inspired questions; Do i feel like the princess that I am? does the man have the patience to wait for me, for as long as it takes for me to figure out and my BFF’s  problems ? Is he able to   spend a couple hours a week with my especially since they aren’t as wicked as Cindrella’s step-family?Will he able to love me when my feet get a little bigger coz Ive put on some post pregnancy weight? And also, while staring into eachothers eyes is a lot of fun, can we actually have great conversations and  laugh a lot when we are together? And most importantly, ask yourself “Am I happy to just be “ME”, around him”?  and if the answer is YES then , I guess your fairy tale has just come true, and for the rest of us, its time for us to wait for our “Prince in the Audi”..He cant be that far behind..

The girl who stirred India’s soul

After 23 years of being just my daughter, just “somebody’s daughter”, she became India’s daughter…

She was a mothers hope, faith and belief born from her mother’s heart, With her girl, her mother “Me”, was reborn and started to grow up again

She learnt once again to walk, to speak, to laugh, to dream and to love

She became love, with her little girl walking beside her, they daydreamed their future, dreams that their 100 sq ft home could not hold within its walls.

Her little girl dreamt of flying to unknown lands, of growing wings that would take her to mystic lands, and with her, the mother flew too.

She saw herself becoming a winner, a leader, a stronger person with each passing day

And then she saw, after 23 years, her little girl’s wings being mercilessly cut, when her girl was treated like a ragged doll; thrown aside by someone who didn’t know how to play life’s fair game

Billions prayed for her, with her, but who does she pray to? Her faith lies badly bruised on a hospital bed

Where does she find love and hope and her dreams again? When, all she can see is the white death veil over her daughter’s dreamless eyes.

She was her daughter, her friend, the deepest part of her soul and the mother of her future grand-daughter.

Today she wishes she didn’t have eyes- to see, to dream and to see her little girl fly once more, this time, alone and forever, into the unknown…

Remembering Nirbhaya and the woman who gave her life

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-india-21121412

Happy Parents Day

“Being a parent is dirty and scary and beautiful and hard and miraculous and exhausting and thankless and joyful and frustrating all at once. It’s everything. (Confessions of a Scary Mommy, Gallery Books 2012).”
― Jill SmoklerConfessions of a Scary Mommy: An Honest and Irreverent Look at Motherhood: The Good, The Bad, and the Scary

And being a single mum, especially in the space I live in, is ” dirtier and scarier and every day is miraculous”.. Exhaustion and joyfulness is perhaps two sides of the same coin ;one which I keep flipping almost a dozen times each day.. It is my everything..

So with a whole lot of days being assigned  and celebrated as  mothers and fathers and grandparents separately, I’m left wondering why we cant just simplify things and have a common”Parents Day”.. You have a kid or you take care of one, YOU ARE A PARENT– real, surrogate , otherwise, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Sometimes the tough dad has to get all mushy and sometimes the gentle mom has to wear daddy’s  boots and holler…

Especially if you’re a single parent, like I am , I find myself changing myself to become mom or dad depending on the situation.. My kid comes back from school and complains of being bullied, so while I’d love to  get a “dad’s” point of view , I realize I just need to figure out a sensible parents point of view.. What would someone who truly loves the child and wants her to be strong and resilient do? While being the emotional mom that I am, I’d love to just hug her and allay her fears,(which I do, for a while), I.  at the end of the hugging session need to provide her with the tough tools.. While I go discuss with the school teacher, my daughter also knows like she is standing up for herself.. I cant figure out if things would have been different if  there were both the parents..and then i realize it doesn’t really matter, you do the best you can when you’re in the deep end and believe you’ll reach the shore..

I have had both parents around me, with me, in my head all these years, and I love them but I can’t really wish them on separate days, they are a team and they mirror eachother most of the times.. So I guess I’m just  going to make my own special “Parents Day” and give them and myself , lots of love..

I just need to figure a day now.. any ideas???

Happy “Parents ” Day

“Being a parent is dirty and scary and beautiful and hard and miraculous and exhausting and thankless and joyful and frustrating all at once. It’s everything. (Confessions of a Scary Mommy, Gallery Books 2012).”:― Jill SmoklerConfessions of a Scary Mommy: An Honest and Irreverent Look at Motherhood: The Good, The Bad, and the Scary
And being a single mum, especially in the space I live in, is ” dirtier and scarier and every day is miraculous”.. Exhaustion and joyfulness is perhaps two sides of the same coin ;one which I keep flipping almost a dozen times each day.. It is my everything..

So with a whole lot of days being assigned  and celebrated as  mothers and fathers and grandparents separately, I’m left wondering why we cant just simplify things and have a common”Parents Day”.. You have a kid or you take care of one, YOU ARE A PARENT– real, surrogate , otherwise, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Sometimes the tough dad has to get all mushy and sometimes the gentle mom has to wear daddy’s  boots and holler…

Especially if you’re a single parent, like I am , I find myself changing myself to become mom or dad depending on the situation.. My kid comes back from school and complains of being bullied, so while I’d love to  get a “dad’s” point of view , I realize that I just need to figure out a sensible parents point of view.. What would someone who truly loves the child and wants her to be strong and resilient do? While being the emotional mom that I am, I’d love to just hug her and allay her fears,(which I do, for a while), I know that at the end of the hugging session need to provide her with the tough tools.. While I go and  discuss with the school teacher I also want  my daughter  to learn to stand up for herself, armed with the knowning-ness that I will always have her back.. I often wonder and try figuring out if things would have been different if  there were two parents in her life instead of just one..and then I realize it doesn’t really matter, because what I do realize now looking at all the other parents around , that we all  do the best we can when we are in the deep end and believe that our child and us will eventually reach the shore..

I have had both parents around me, with me,and  in my head all these years, and I love them but ,I dont see the sense of  carving out one special day to wish them, because , in all these years I realize  that they are a team and they mirror each other most of the times.. So I guess I’m just  going to make my own special “Parents Day” and give them and myself , lots of love.

Its now just about choosing the day:).. any ideas?

Pieces of Me

Is it really a dilemma or something that my mind conjures?
I want to feel complete, by picking up and adding pieces to my artwork
Sometimes its the pebbles that are thrown my way , sometimes its the feathers
Most of the time, they are shards of my broken dreams.

I spend too much time making a patchwork of my life
But the patchwork quilt doesnt quite keep me warm
I am still sleepless and searching
Maybe its time to start collecting newer gems lying on the sands of my idyllic beach
Maybe then, I can lie down on the warm sand and finally fall asleep