Saturday, January 6, 2018

It is all about me

Very often, we forget ourselves in the cacophony of life. Make this year a little bit more about yourself.






Life gets busy
Life gets mundane
Life gets adventurous
Life gets nasty
Life gets painful

Time flies by
Time stands still

Dreams in our eyes
Fault in our stars
Hope in our hearts
Plans in our mind
Happiness in our being

Take that little step
Learn something new
Finish that TBR list
Walk a little more
Say No, vehemently
Say Yes, in happiness
Work on what you like
Do what you love

Love a little more
Dance a little more
Write a little more
Play a little more
Wander a little more
Wonder a little more
Let it be 'about me' a little more!


The journal in the pic was gifted to me last year by one of my besties and it will be my  favoritest gift ever. It is a five year journal. As I wrote the two lines for 2018, Jan 1st, reading what I had written last year made me so happy. Such an overwhelming feeling, like a memory log! 

So, when you look back to this year the next year, hope you also feel that you have made this year, all about you!

#Life #AboutMe #Metime #Selflove #LoveSelf #ExistentialExperiences #Happy2018

Saturday, December 30, 2017

We are 'Team Pramadh'




Ira is currently completing her Christmas break! While her Dussehra break was of 21days, this one is for 16 days! Mean mommie alert- I almost wished they had Dussehra and Christmas camps too!



The second year at Montessori has been about visible and incremental growth that we have witnessed. There is so much she is learning. While some rare days, she does choose to tell us that she did the geometric cabinet or the binomial cubes, she did movable alphabets or just watered the plants. She mostly is non-committal when we ask and prod what she did at school. The biggest thing is she loves school and is excited to go every day. She has also begun taking a little more interest in the celebrations and partakes in a few things, like doing the pookolam on Onam. But there are days too, when during navaratri celebration, she wore a ghagra top and went and walked out in her top and shorts, because she didn't want to wear the ghagra and do activities. She enjoys the little sweet treats given on festivals, they seem to be her biggest priority (like Papa, may I say). Her PTMs this year have been incredibly fascinating. We were told about her progress, how she likes words and likes to draw, her inclination to write and fascination with little books in the school library. We were given a detailed report of her behavioral, social interactions, psycho motor and cognitive skills and every little thing was marked. The meticulous observation of Ira helped us understand in depth all that she does in those five hours at school everyday. We are already doing some research on what kind of a school next and Montessori education is already on the list.





Phrases

Everyday, seems like she says something new. Some of her new phrases that find their place in her regular conversations now are:

·         Papa, I want to have a conversation with you ( the entire dialogue and conversation context began when P wanted to talk to her about something she did. We never used the word scold)

·         I have decided that I want to...

·         I generally think that...

·         This is what we should do, right Mamma?

·         I love you, my sweetiepies (referring to ofcourse, us :))

·         Listen to me...

·         How many times do I have to tell you..(I am guilty, this is almost my line)

·         Come on guys...let's go/ let's play/ let's watch a movie/ let's read a book/ let's cuddle

·         We must definitely do this...

·         I will change my mind

·         This is a different concept

·         Now, this has disappeared and now appeared again

There are many many more phrases to come and we know that we are all ears. Just don't ask, "whose line is it anyway?" :)

Conversing in third person: One evening out of the blue Ira wanted a conversation with Mamma and Papa. She began, "when a small baby wants something, her Mamma Papa, the big people should give her"..... and thus began several conversations, where she referred to self in third person. 





Play, Pretend play and more

Ira has discovered playing with other children in the apartment. While they all speak different languages, they seem to understand eachother. She is the youngest amongst them playing laggori or cricket or badminton. While she talks 19 to a dozen at home, she is relatively quiet in a crowd. She does enjoy her play time and when asked to come home after an hour, she vehemently asks for another 5 minutes! Haven’t we all done that and don’t we know how precious those five minutes are.

She also now tells stories to her friends (soft toys) at home. They could be about chocolates, about monsters, about animals, about a little girl and her parents, just about anything.

Her another favorite play activity is 'when I was a baby' story! P began this ritual and we do it, when we travel, when we meet friends and when we have people over. The idea is to tell a small story about when you were a baby.

Among the board games, she enjoys scrabble and plays them to her own rules. She is learning to make words phonetically, the three letter ones and does that and in no time, the board converts to a market place where she sells the letters! Either way, we are happy as long as it is an activity to keep her occupied.





Pet animals

As a little one, she once went and sat on the back of a dog at Cubbon park. The love for animals has only grown. She has told a dear friend that she is going to bring her dog home and told another school friend of hers that she wants to play with his dog. So, next time she mentions TC, Luna or Shadow, please know she means serious business J She loves dogs, cats and on a recent visit to a farm at Sathyamangalam, she spent a large part of her day, wanting to feed the cows and one calf in particular. What amazes me is the lack of fear and the spontaneity with which she takes to animals. Looks like the papa gene is at work here, thankfully!



Perseverance

With school, there come the inevitable ‘bugs’. Every other child during seasonal changes is sniffing, coughing, running a temperature or having a stomach bug. It is heart breaking to see them go through this. But what we discover is how persevering they are during this time of ill health. Even while coughing incessantly and needing the super hero mask (read nebulization) and spending children’s day morning at the hospital, Ira made the most of the play area and the drawing activity that the kids were given. In the last few weeks, there has been a time when Ira was unwell and I had to travel. While Papa held fort, my little girl also cooperated for the follow-up visits and medication. She does claim to like the white sweet syrup more than the tangy orange one.



Performance

This year Ira discovered the joy and fun of performing. Nope, not for grade or prizes (thankfully, they don’t have these concepts yet). She partook in the sports day this year, jumped around, ran a bit, hopped a bit and was happy to collect the medal that was given to all kids for participating (Kudos to JH for following this). Her 2nd annual day in December was season theme based and she said she was dancing to chak dhoom dhoom and enthusiastically would want to do that at home. On the D-day , we discovered that her dance song was something completely different. Talk about being surprised and pleasantly surprised when she did do some moves on the stage. Just being up there, staring at eager parents and smiling seems like such a big feat for these little human beings! We would up the day with a mandatory selfie and big smiles.



Passion for Cooking


Being born to foodie parents has its share of adventures. P and I love trying different cuisines, love cooking different things at home and love eating different varieties of food. Ira has been introduced to all veggies and fruits and varieties of non-veg since she began on solids. Over the years, she does have a few favorites and a few comfort food. But even in a moment of chaotic conversation, you mention food and you will get her attention. Don’t we love that! Off late, she and P are binge watching cookery shows on the laptop and even seeing a whole lot of Gordon Ramsay. They decided to make sweet corn fritters following one of his recipes this week. Her interest to do some basic chopping, mixing of ingredients and be a part of the entire process is thoroughly encouraged. Look forward to many more such moments and I somewhere deep down do hope that she retains the love for food and this curiosity to dish up something new.



We are Team Pramadh


There is so much that happened in the year that went by but one thing that will remain is how fiercely she represents her name and introduces herself. While she is shy and almost inaudible when someone asks her name, she insists that she be introduced by her full name, Ira Pramadh. While our ‘Earth Rejoiced’ the moment she was born, the happiness she brings us with every little thing she does leaves us overwhelmed and wanting the world for her, especially when she says, "we are 'Team Pramadh'".







Monday, November 20, 2017

"Dada, aur thoda aloo dalo naa"



                             At Mumbai this time, enjoying the 'panipuri' and ensuring the customary pic!


Food and conversations are a part of me! I love food, love experimenting with cuisines and have snooty opinions on food too. While I travel a bit on work, I always make it a point to eat the local cuisine and try the street food in a city I visit. 

One street food that I have been 'fida' over for years is 'phuchka'. The Bong version with mashed aloo, boiled brown chole and the perfect mix of spices. I do not endorse the pani puri we get in Bangalore made with green peas. It just doesn't make the mark for me. When I visited Delhi, I made it a point to try the Golgappe there. It was 11am at India Gate and I was busy downing golgappas. The potato was cut in cubes, the puri was small and they had added little white peas. I ate it and told myself phuchkas are way better any day! During my recent Mumbai visits, I ate the Pani puri made with Ragda. Have to admit it is an acquired taste and slowly, love may have happened. 

However, the best version of this street food still remains the  Bong Phuchka! And always remember, don't forget the sukha ( fao in bong) and don't forget to tell, "Dada, aur thoda aloo dalo naa" :) #phuchka #streetfood #lovefood #aloomatters 

Monday, October 16, 2017

Dadu gave that to ME!





She teaches him how to put Piku to bed. She goes with him on his walks. She rushes to the door to help him with his lunchcase and then drags the bag all the way to the kitchen. She fights with him when he refuses to give her a chocolate because too much chocolate is not good. She likes to eat the same 'saulty' bikki that he does. When annoyed with him, she refuses a hug. She also likes muskmelon, like him. She licks the cream in the biscuit and then offers the empty biscuit to him and then is sad when he says he doesn't eat sweet biscuits. Today, he accompanied her and Mamma to her doc visit. A five day viral that refused to go away. Urghhh, hate these bugs. Post her blood test, she cried and told him her hand hurts. He promised her a chocolate and there, the magic words were spoken. Tears forgotten, she lay her head on his lap on the way home. On being dropped home, an enthusiastic and vehement "Bye Dadu" happened. Loud enough for the whole apartment to hear. She ate a part of the dairy milk and has stored it in the fridge for the next day. Almost like guarding her treasure, she told me, "Dadu gave that to ME"!

#love #grandparents #grandparentsareprecious #dadu #gratitude #Ira #Iraisms #TalesAtThree

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

The days I lost to fear!




I have often been told that I write only happy things, positive things. My take is that finding happiness is a state of mind and to see the positive in the most trying situation is also a state of mind. It sure has helped me keep my sanity. What am sharing today is about a very deep fear, is about one of my most vulnerable moments in recent times. Is there a positive out of this? There is. I believe all stories need to be told and here I draw deep strength to share about the days I lost to fear.

2017 began for me on a new note. I am making conscious efforts to work on some of my weaknesses and learn from them. Learning to say no has been one of my biggest learnings this year (a dedicated blog post to that another day). The last two months saw my health go through a roller coaster ride, awful wheezing that affected my daily activities. Thanks to a  referral from a close friend, I met a new pulmonologist. I was told how my last ten years medication was primarily steroids , that in the long run has impacted my health in multiple ways. A new regime of meds and a healthier life style and I am all set to take care of my lungs and breathe easy.

Sometime in august, I had some vaginal bleeding and promptly met my gynaecologist. Post an initial examination, I was asked to take the pap smear in a few weeks to rule out any infection or cancerous cells. The doc assured me that I had nothing to worry but that the test was a precautionary thing. I have family history, where my dida (maternal grandmother) succumbed to cancer and my baba is a cancer survivor. Baba is one of the strongest people I know and I owe any iota of resilience that I show in difficult times to him. Yes, the C word. Right out of that closet sprung at me my greatest fear. What if? What if the genes caught up? What if I have it? What if it's incurable. What if I die? When I look back now, they seem like the most bizarre and irrational thoughts. I was shocked at how vulnerable I felt. 

But at that moment, rationality flew out the window. I went from being and wanting to be all strong to weepy and messy in the head. I lost sleep, had nightmares of the worst kind. I almost thought I was indispensable and this can't happen to me. I wanted to see Ira grow up, I wondered what P and she would do, I wondered what would my parents and brother do, I thought about my closest circle. 

The two things that kept me sane was P's humor in dealing with the situation and my work. Amidst busy consulting work, I coordinated the WiSER event, stood for the alumni association elections, travelled on work and attended meets. I also wrote in my day to day journal. Guess, that five year journal, a line a day will make some reading in five years.

At one point of time, when I was freaking out that the results were delayed, my significant other messaged me,  "U aren't dying on me so quickly. I won't let u." Words fail if I have to express what that msg did to me, I just for those few minutes felt, it will all be fine. I just knew for the nth time that this is what love is all about.

I spent a lot of time thinking, mulling over the most mundane things, there were little sparks of feeling brave and strong gushes of despair. This was even while I was awaiting the results. I was also mentally preparing myself on how I would deal with the result, either way. Making Plan B, C and Z.
My results came out last week- negative for malignancy. Heart did that little dance, the mind went calm. P of course was confident that there was nothing wrong. 

I realised at that moment what fear can do, anticipating the worst completely kills the present. I know many may have gone through such moments of fear. I know it's hard and I want all of us to know and believe that it is fine to feel that vulnerable, that broken and that scared. It is even more scarier to accept that you felt this vulnerable and weak and there is that moment of hesitation about whether you want to share what you felt and went through . 

If my results were anything else, I may have been writing a different post. 

For now, I am grateful for the life I have, I am thankful for my child, my partner, my family and my friends. 2017 has been a multi-fold lesson in gratitude and I will pass that on. Let's be thankful for all the love, health and happiness we have in life. Let us also be thankful for the hardships and the challenges. Because they all coexist, making their appearance sometimes in turn, sometimes in tandem.

For all the days I lost in fear, I look forward to the days ahead filled with renewed hope and acceptance for what lies ahead. What more can I ask for.

#life #fear #vulnerability #acceptance #gratitude #love #cancer

Tuesday, September 5, 2017

Finding the 'Teacher' in me




I love teaching. Period.

What as a child was a game comprising of a blackboard, chalk pieces and imaginary students grew to be something I innately enjoy. I love teaching. Teaching in its rawest, purest form. I discovered the love for teaching during my sociology classes at MCC when we had to present on small topics and literally, teach the class that topic. Then during the course of PhD, my Professor gave me the opportunity to do a few MDP (Management Development Program) sessions. Sir is a fabulous teacher and I have never known anyone teach HRM the way he does; I realise that a lot of techniques I use are what I learnt by observing him. I will be eternally grateful to him for that (But I have to muster up the courage to share this blog piece with him).

I walked into the world of training and coaching almost accidentally. For a few months, I trained students in English for a competitive law exam at a coaching centre. For me, it was about going back to Wren and Martin and reliving the fabulous English classes held at the rock, by my school English teacher. Then, I slowly moved on to do more trainings in various HRM topics and also my research area - Work Life Balance. Working with corporates and academic institutions have their own flavor and their own challenges and adapting to that is a new learning for me each time.

Post PhD, my first Job was with an academic institution and primarily focusing on research and MDPs. Here, I did sessions for scientists and for labor managers and sessions for people at the grass root level. Some of my best field work experiences were at Assam and Nilgiris and these sessions were an integral part of that. 

Over the years, I have now begun teaching a gamut of topics from communications to mentoring to personality, motivation and leadership; and also work life balance, gender sensitization and research methodology to name a few more!

Some teaching experiences of course remain special and my one such experience has to be taking the complete Behavioral Science course at DoMS, IISc a few years back. I thank the professor who gave me that opportunity. I loved Wednesdays and waited for my session (Imagine a teacher saying that:)). A fabulous bunch of energetic and enterprising students, some of whom were kind to mail and wish me today and for sure made my day! From using case studies to analysing a session topic using a famous movie, the course saw me explore new avenues of teaching. I learnt as much as I taught. This has to be my most favorite teaching experience to date! But wait, another outscores it.

I love the way am a teacher to Ira at some precious moments when am teaching her something. It could be how to do some craft with cotton, make book marks, paint with veggies, tell stories, ...just about anything!

Finding the 'Teacher' in me has been the most overwhelming thing because it makes me happiest when am teaching. I have been lucky to have some fabulous teachers from school, college and institute, some who have taught me and some with whom I have interacted over activities and other things. I have learnt so much from everyone , that it cannot be summed up in a few lines. I am eternally grateful to each of my teachers. They have impacted my life and helped me impact the lives of others in many many ways. 

As I write this post, am in Mumbai prepping for a session on Personality tomorrow. Am thrilled and the 'Teacher in me' is doing a happy dance!

Happy Teacher's Day world!

#teacher #teachersday #loveteaching


Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Vote for me!



Sometimes,  I guess it is fine to use your personal blog to also do some PR for you. So,  here is my Vote appeal letter to all IISc Alumni.

Dear IIScAA Members,

Greetings!

I am Madhurima Das, currently the Joint Secretary of the IISc Alumni Association. I am contesting for elections again for the Post of Member- Executive Committee. I am writing in this email to seek your support and your valuable votes. I have over the years interacted with many of you as a student and then as an alumni. I hold all those discussions, guidance and thoughts to be of immense importance and that will guide me further to contribute to the association activities.

I completed my PhD from the Dept. of Management Studies, IISc and graduated in 2013. I am a proud alumna and I feel my alma mater has been responsible for giving me many opportunities to grow as an individual and in my career.

In the year 2015, I took the step to move from being an active student to wanting to also be active in the alumni association affairs by nominating myself for the post of Joint Secretary. I won the elections, garnering a large number of votes and am grateful to everyone who supported me in the endeavour. Over the last two years, I was a part of several initiatives like the networking meets, science forum lectures, panel discussions and one of my biggest achievement would be that for the first time in the history of the association, an event was conceived focusing on Women, to mark Women’s day. Aptly termed, WiSER- Women in Science, Engineering and Research. The WiSER Conclave 2016 helped us set up a corpus fund to organise an event every year. This was possible thanks to the immense support and guidance from IFF and senior women faculty members. The event saw its second edition this August, where we delved on the role of education and women empowerment.

Being a part of the Office Bearers for two years was an immense learning experience and I hope to translate that further to create more new initiatives and take the lead and organise them during this next term. It will be with a sense of gratitude and a will to provide my services to this esteemed institution that I would like to nominate myself for the post of Executive Committee- Member, of the Alumni Association.

I believe that it is essential to be a part of the team and make every effort to help the association grow, sustain and reach newer heights. Every little step helps the association reach a new milestone, ensuring both institutional and societal impact. The areas i will focus and work on:
·         Improving the IIScAA membership
·         Continuing WiSER and making it bigger and more impactful
·         Plan and Organize a Gender Sensitization workshop for IISc students, alumni and community
·         Creating a mentorship program bringing young alumni and graduating students on a common platform
·         Creating an event focusing on health and wellness
·         Creating an entrepreneurial networking event bringing together IISc alumni who are entrepreneurs

I have the ability to deliver and have the requisite skills to work with a diverse and virtual team. I thank everyone who guided and supported me in my last term as Joint Secretary and I seek all your support again to be able to contribute to the IISc Alumni Association.

#gratitude #doyourbit #alumnimatters #voteappeal 

Thank you
Warm Regards
Madhurima Das
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Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Mamma, I am sorry I got fever





Driving away the fever blues by being little miss curious!

Sometimes some small things the little human beings in your life tell you that are sure to remain with you forever. Ira is down with fever and cough last two days. She is clingy,  weepy and wants to have her own way. It's physically and   emotionally exhausting. With both Mamma and Papa being busy with work, she actually accompanied Papa to his meetings yesterday. They did have a little fight over a lollypop and she told him how he is not her best friend. She also diligently complained to me about him the moment they picked me up post my meetings.
Then when I was putting her to bed in the afternoon,  she tells me,  "Mamma, I am sorry I got fever". I just had to pause a minute and let that sink in. Sharing this with friends,  we all realised how kids are so perceptive to the emotions we experience and exhibit. How they are sensitive to a moment that is hard for them and for us. How they see us concerned and even for that bit feel responsible. It could be a myriad of things.
What remains with me is that look and those words from my precious. Even as I give myself solace stating how these fevers and coughs and colds will help build her immunity; I wish they go away soon! And am sure every parent at some point has made that wish.
#Iraisms #Ira #gratitude #happyparenting #Precious #heartmelting #TalesAtThree #littlehumanbeings 

Tuesday, August 15, 2017

Celebrating 'Freedom', the Ira-way



Dear Ira,

It has been a while since I have written a letter to you. It is also a year since I first wrote to you about our Independence Day and the meaning of  'Freedom'.
Papa also shared his thoughts on freedom with you and urged you to 'fight' for it.


                                                                  #FreedomtoBe

A year now and while the fundamental thought remains the same, the boundaries of the definition somehow has expanded. You turned three recently and with it we also discovered new emotions that you now feel, that you now express quite vehemently and new actions that you display.

1. Freedom to Express
We always strive to give you the freedom to express what you feel. As parents, traversing the so called moral pathway, while we need to ensure that you are polite, we also encourage you to say what's on your mind. This is essential for you and every little and big human being around. So, when you say you don't love us in a moment of despair at the refused toy or you call Papa a 'monster', we feel happy because you are blatantly expressing what you feel. We are living in times when this freedom of expression is being challenged and we hope it doesn't get any worse in the times to come.

2. Freedom to Say No and Protest
The last few months have been an eye opening experience, because you have begun to say no and protest and how! The protest is often accompanied by a loud cry, a few moments when no reason works and kinaesthetic expressions rise. You protest when we say no to an extra muffin or at times insist that you wind your work up. Always remember that we may or may not agree to you on several things as you grow up. You may feel the urge to protest, to reason , to state your stance and you must know today, that you will always have the freedom to say no and protest. While the parent in us may be annoyed, worried and disappointed, always remember that 'to protest is your choice and your right'. Always remember that your consent is yours and no one can take it away from you. The entire aspect of consent is more complex and warranties a complete post someday; for now, just remember that, "It is fine to say no to your parents and the world".

3. Freedom to Choose
You now make choices- big and small. What to wear, what you would like to take for snacks to school (only condition being fruits), whether the hairband or the clip as an accessory that day, which book to read, which activity to do at home, whether you want 'alu bhaja' or 'alu bhate' (potato fry or mashed potato), whether you decide to wear a 'normal' dress on a day when the school wants traditional attire, whether you want to go down and play in the evenings or not. As you assert your freedom to choose, it is a big lesson for us to learn to step back and let you be. So, the world doesn't end if you wear uncoordinated clothes to school, if you want muskmelon three days a week, if you choose to stay at home and play by self, if you go down to the apartment play space and choose not to speak a word to anyone, if you choose to wear 3-4 clips and a hairband the same day. These may seem small choices but these help you take the initiative and help you assert your freedom. As enthusiastic parents, we like to sometimes control and create that perfect FB pic, but we all know how many shots that usually takes :)

4. Freedom to Express Love the way you want to
Papa or Mamma: "Why do you want this Ira?"
Ira: "Because I love it"
The 'It' could be anything- animate, inanimate, food, toy, books, the limited screen time.
Papa or Mamma: "I love you Ira"
Ira, some days...: "I love you too"
Ira, most days...: No response. Stoic silence
The freedom to love and the freedom to express it is important. Prashant and I have always encouraged hugs, kisses and expressions of love. Ira, you are very expressive, albeit in your comfort zones and with some people. There are days when multiple hugs and group hugs happen and there are days when you refuse to hug. We are particular to let you know that you have the choice to hug or not to hug. It is beyond annoying when a child is forced to hug, because we at that split second are disrespecting their freedom and their physical space. What we have discovered is that your greatest way to express love is when you share the 'mishit doi' (sweet curd) with us. Love cant get more simple and sweet.


5. Freedom to 'Be'
All choices and notions of freedom will fade into oblivion if we don't let you be. So, this overrides everything. You some days choose to be a baby as you wake up and want more cuddles. Some days,you are the brave little girl who gets up from a fall, says ,"This is jujube" and moves on. Some days, you are supergirl, with all the superpowers in the world and some days, you are the little one we brought home, wondering how you have changed us forever.

So, as India celebrates her birthday today, let us celebrate another year of discovering the myriad notions of freedom.

Love you,
Your Mamma


#Ira #Iraisms #TalesAtThree #CelebratingFreedom #FreedomtoExpress #FreedomtoSayNoandProtest #FreedomtoChoose #FreedomtoExpressLovethewayyouwantto #Freedomto'Be'
#FreedomfromGenderNorms
#CreativeFreedom
#Freedomtohaveandshowoffthatsuperpower
#FreedomtobeSelf

Friday, July 14, 2017

That little pink flower


Been a while since I have written,  thanks to a monstrous writers block hovering around. However,  clicked this pic on Wednesday and it warranted that I put all those dancing thoughts in my mind to paper, I mean the blog! Let's make it a 'Filmy Friday'.


These days, there is a particular part of the day that I find immensely interesting because it unearths fascinating new moments. Ira has now slowly begun to make friends in the apartment and we go down every (almost) evening for 30-45 minutes at least to play. She takes the balance bike, bat and ball,  badminton and the shuttlecock. She takes with her what fancies her that day. Some days she just randomly walks a few rounds, collects tiny stones,  bird feathers and flowers.  She doesn't talk much to the kids around,  in fact most times does her own thing or admires them doing their own thing. She plays with a few of them,  one particular Didi to keeps the bachcha parties entertained. She plays with Prashant and me. And yes,  she did play laggori with P,  another dad and the other kids one evening.
I love this time of the day because Ira plays,  we play and it entails a lot of random musings. On Wednesday, she suddenly hot two flowers and said one was for Papa and one for me and then when I put it in my hair, she smiled and said,  Mamma you are looking so beautiful. Precious,  heart melting moment. Wish the picture could capture every ounce of that emotion.  And ofcourse,  that little pink flower is my current favorite flower.
#Iraisms #Ira #gratitude #happyparenting #Precious #heartmelting #TalesAtThree #sayitwithaflower


Sunday, July 2, 2017

Bees Saal Baad (20 years later)


  **Nithin Sagi creates magic and captures the afternoon beautifully in these pictures

When you relive memories, old time jokes and try to catch up on the twenty years gone by in the span of one cacophonic Sunday afternoon.
Recently,  a very diligent NPS classmate of ours formed a WhatsApp group and invited everyone. We all added whoever we were in touch with and soon it was a large WhatsApp group with all of us having stories and memories of school,  vibrant and in every hue. As happens with newly formed groups,  we also decided to have a mini reunion in Bangalore with almost 50% of us being here. After some intensive and exhausting planning and a pick of lots by a resourceful mom's kids,  we decided to meet at Miller's 46 this afternoon.

All the planning, discussion and decisions came together symbiotically as the afternoon unveiled. 12 of us made it for the meet. One of them deserves a special mention because he just flew down from UK today and made the effort to join in. Well,  actions do speak louder than words.

We shared stories of what we all did post school,  what we are doing now,  spouses,  kids,  passion and midlife crisis. We spoke about our teachers and the absentees at lunch with vehement enthusiasm. We surely brought the house down with our boisterous conversations and loud laughs. Lunch was followed by some delectable desserts at a cafe and more gupshup. We did leave today with a plan to meet again soon! And I sure can't wait.

Bees Saal Baad... Life came a full circle.

#schoolfriends #reunion #memories #stories #NPSites

An Ode to the Gen Z

 To my Students- Past, Present and Future                                              These two frames adorn a wall in my home, a constant ...