"T" for Transformer (Tiger is so yesterday)

I have not updated the Blog for a long time.. I think I definitely need to catch up .. And was just thinking what should I blog about and just then I see my son who's completely hooked ,heavily obsessed and strangely fascinated with Transformers.. I don't even know where my 5 year old learned about Transformers, but he is obsessed with Transformers- He has been for years now.. Way before the new movie came out ..And when the movie came out, I got the DVD for him. He saw the movie....Sat th rough the entire 2 hours, and came to me with his eyes the size of silver dollars, claiming that he had just seen the BEST MOVIE EVER!!! Here’s a conversation Shiv and I had one morning over breakfast: “momma, I wish I was a Transforme r that could turn into a racing car.” “I’m glad you’re not! Then I couldn't’t hug you and hold you!” “But I could hold you, momma! And then I could put you inside me when I transform into the car.” Quite literally, every single time I see my son, home from school, up in the morning, out of the bathroom, his very first words to me are these: “Do you want to play Transformers with me?” He even sings a theme song "Transformers: More than meets the eye!" in a little funny way though.. Now he has quite a few TFs, some we bought him over a period of time, some he got as b'day presents and now he wants to make his own collection...We even have optimus prime dress up outfit for pretend play. Here's is the biggest issue having too many TFs, my son is constantly asking my husband and I to transform them ,whatever they are currently set to, he always wants it to be the opposite. My husband even tried getting my son a few which are easy to Transform but normal Transformers aren't really meant to be manipulated by a 5 year old's hands so once again,mom and dad are constantly being asked to transform them... Sometimes he gets up in the middle of the night to ask us Transformer questions. “Hi papa, Hey, can devast ator beat up Optimus Prime?” And now he is on a way of becoming a YouTube junkie cause he loves to watch videos on YT and that too he mostly watches 'tutorials' on how to transform the TFs into vehicle or robot mode.. He is just so fascinated by TFs which got me thinking that our role and goal as parents should be the same. We should continuously be transforming into a better person, a better parent, a better partner and friend ... A better example to our kids. And we should take our kids along with us in this transforming journey to make life beautiful.. Sometimes, the megatron wins. But the optimus prime always defeat the decepticons in the end....

"Guilty" Pleasure

So here I'm again with itsy bitsy guilt in my mind about a pleasure I enjoy..

But again, big deal, who doesn't indulge in these "guilty" pleasures....

For me, I have these guilty indulgences that I probably have no intentions of giving up anytime soon. That is hot showers.There's nothing like hot steam to warm me up in the night before bed.

Just run the hot water in the tub ,throw in some bubble bath (I have one with lavender

scent which I'm totally in love with), light some candles (lavender scented "Duh"!I'm kind of obsessed with), play soft music behind (I usually play it on my lappy) and most important thing, trashy magazines as reading material..

Not to mention that lying relaxed in an envelop of fragrance in the bath tub is simply divine..

And yeah I make sure that my cell is on silent mode,the door is closed and no one is to distract me from mid bath..

The best way is to soak yourself in a bathtub, with the neck resting on a rolled towel.. Aa ha ha, heavenly... Believe me ,try this and you will bless me...

So you will wonder why is all this guilty, well let me help you with this but promise me you won't think of all this when you are indulging ..

So here it goes, long hot showers rack up the water bill ( which not you but your hubs dear may have a prob), Second thing, the time I spend in the tub, which I can use for something more constructive (again according to my hubby) and last thing is water wastage (save energy and blah blah)

No, I'm not telling you guys that I waste water.. I don't do this everyday, but once in a while

I have "the" right to indulge in such pleasures ( being a mom, a cook, a teacher, a maid,a handy

man,a nurse and much more without a pay or a day off) I certainly need this..Don't you agree??

Usually I do this on weekends, but yesterday evening I didn't have much to do so I enjoyed my leisure bath and just thought of sharing with you all...

So to all the working moms, working without pay cheques moms(homemakers), all you tired from office hubbies, now you know just what to do when you really want to relax those tired muscles, Don't Cha !!!!!!!!!!

Daily dose of life

Hmmm, what it could be?? Vitamins, zinc, fish oil tabs, nah, I'm not talking about that folks,here I'm considering much more.. Mental, emotional dose, relations, friendships, people we meet and why we meet people we meet in our day to day life...

Anybody wondered why do we meet different people?? what role they have to play ?? what might be the motive??

Is it preplanned or just happen randomly?? Sometimes we do go looking for them but most of the time it just happens..

We meet them on every part ,every mode of our life.. Some becomes life long friends,yeah BFF,duh... Some vanish in the wave of time, some people stay with us, that's your family ,

some leave you for ever and some you just forget that you even met them...

I always find it so amusing when I meet someone new.. Its not something unusual when the world shelters billions of humans.. But still I wonder why do we meet certain people in our lives?Why do our paths sometimes cross with people that we never could have imagined even existed? How can we know if such people are just passers-by in our lives or if they will be there to stay and have a big impact on us and even change our lives forever?

It is my personal belief that Everything is planned and everything has a reason for happening!I may be wrong..There are many reasons.

Some people are just scenery in the background, like extras in a movie.

Any kind of human connections, big or tiny, can makes us who we are. I thought about, if I didn't meet or talk to this person, could I be a different person at this very minute?...Most likely, yes. What it means when we share our lives with certain people then too our lives are blossoming into a happy life.

Some come into our lives to cause trouble or pain. Some are there to meet our physical, spiritual or emotional needs. Some are there to love and treasure us. Some to teach us a lesson.

Yeah there have been moments where I just think now I know why I was meant to be in this person's life/have this person in my life. Its really strange.

Most people have a purpose for being in our lives and might even have multiple purposes.

Sometimes we want to hold on to people, but sometimes they're meant to pass through our lives. Over time it becomes clear if they are short-term or longer-term fixtures in your life. We can let others influence us, but it is ultimately up to us whether our lives change forever.

And by saying all of this I don't mean that Just because we find some people exciting or interesting doesn't mean there is some mysterious connection or divine intervention at work. Nope, that's just too much .. We invite people to come into our lives because we think they might prove to be good friends.

We want to be around certain people because we like their company: when our vibrations interact, they strike a pleasing chord. Am I getting little too much musical here??

It's also human nature for us to want everyone to like us and feel affection for us.

But still I am almost convinced that the people we meet have a role to play in our lives and it is in no way a random thing. Everyone we know now was a stranger at some time. Absolute stranger. Even best friends were strangers once.

Have you sometimes thought on the same lines? If yes, I would be happy to hear your experiences.please leave a comment below and share your thoughts..

Shweta

Praju

Praju

Always a happy,calm and "satisfied with life" look on her delicate face...

They have always been close.. They've laughed together ,And shed some tears.. They've had harsh words, And pulled some hair, They always fought and hurt each other but at the end of the day they would giggle as if nothing has ever happened..

Their times together were very few, but Praju, your sis just wants to say she loved you and she always will !

Praju had a very hard life.. When she was 8 years old, they found the cancer.. And then the next 10 years was a journey of unbearable pain..

But she was so brave, so positive , she never ever lost her will power.. Cause some where down in her heart she would think that she is going to come out of this and so did all her family ...

But the tumor was very rare and the medical database on it was very limited. She had her 1st operation when she was in 4Th grade, they removed a ball size of tumor from her stomach but didn't forget to warn that its not the cure.. It can spread again and things can be serious..

They gave her radiation therapy and managed to control the tumor down but they knew then that it was just a case of buying time....

She had such beautiful hair, all girls would envy of.. Long, thick, jet black locks would curl around her fragile face, very pretty.. But her sis still remembers the day when Praju's chemo started and she started losing her hair, they were so precious to her but she had to part with them..

Then she started wearing a scarf around her head.. It was hard to go around sporting a scarf all the time... In school, in neighbourhood, people started noticing, and asking questions.. While playing on the ground, the scarf would come off and Praju would burst into crying.. They watched this all, they were with her, but they could do nothing about it, they were her family but a helpless family..

Her dad took her case to every possible clinic, discussed with all the top ones in the field, sent the case offshore too but to no avail...

Her mom would cry now and then.. But she could not even cry in front of Praju.. They thought she is not aware of the seriousness but least they knew that she would take out all the files and would read them often and fully knew how bad things are..

So was the life, but Praju never felt sad nor she ever cursed her life or god.. She would indulge in painting, drawing, learnt to play harmonium, went for German class, came first in the class, started learning computers, she was also a good cook , would learn everything what her mom would make at home.. I mean there was nothing she was not able to do, she wanted to learn so much in life, but she had so little time.. It was so painful for them to watch her desire to live life..

After few years, things started getting worse, her legs would swell up and she had to remain in bed for most of her time.. Then she got Ascites, that is fluid accumulates in tummy, it signifies advanced stage of the disease.. But still she would take a stool or chair and sit by the gas stove and cook something.. She hated sitting ideally..

All relatives started calling now and then, but never they heard her saying "I'm not well", or "this is paining".. She would say "I'm fine, every thing is fine"...

But then it was Cancer, and it took it's toll on her. Now she would say to her sister "I don't want to die", am NOT going to die!” And her sis would reply , “Well, of course you’re not going to die, everything is going to be fine."

But they both knew how lame were those words..

Her sister would run out of the room and cry in the bathroom..

They shared almost everything, their crushes, dresses, secrets,make up, everything..

And then the worst happened,At 18 years old, she got it. She had the answers to life's questions we still have no clue about..

Praju bid good bye to her harsh life and everyone around her.. And when she left, her sister cried every night for months.. She hated all those festivals, functions without Praju.. Felt guilty even thinking about celebrating the season.. But now just less than a decade later facing yet another New Year's Day without her dear sister, She's starting to get it.

So much Praju loved to gather everybody together for any festival and have fun, so her sis has got to do the same thing..

Author Kahlil Gibran wrote something so true, "When you are sorrowful, look again in your heart, and you shall see that in the truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight..."

How could this happen? They still don't know for sure. There are theories but rather than spending whole life trying to figure out how she died, her sis is trying to spend the following years emulating how she lived. Cause whatever little life Prajakta lived, she always saw some beauty in it, always celebrated every day doing something she liked.. That's the teaching she wanted to give to the world.. Live life to the fullest !!!

Birth of a color

When ever I see a color palette ,my fingers start trembling with excitement,I always get carried away looking at those dollops of colors and the magic they create when mix together..This is a story I wrote inspired by some colors--------

birth of a color

"Red "and "Yellow" were the best of pals.
so much they were together that they gave birth to a beautiful being and called him
"Orange"..

They were so much happy to have" Orange"..
But then one day "Red" thought if he can make Orange he can make something else as well so he ditched "Yellow" and went to" Blue" and together they made "Purple"...

Here "Yellow" was sad and craving for "Red" when "Blue" came and told that do not get upset,"Blue" also said that here you are crying and there "Red" is painting a town "Purple".
So "Blue" took "Yellow" with him and produced "Green"..

Seeing all this "White"(god-pure soul) arrived there and asked all the colors to join in.
"White" was so thrilled to find their new creations that he shared all of them with this universe and he was pleased to see the result,what he saw-

a blue lake by the stream
a yellow duck that goes Quack
a Christmas green and a color of spring
purple peacock feather and a gem stone
and the most beautiful thing one ever sees-A rainbow.................

A new beginning

Handy manny Back pack ready, mickey mouse lunch box with blue water bottle in tow, new uniform and new shoes , my 3 year old is all set to set his foot in a brand new school....

My child's first day at school will always be remembered by us. I was so nervous for him.

It was so nervy, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of morning for us...I was so upset because he had grown up so fast. And he was so excited.

I put his clothes on and as I was putting his shoes on, he was talking about the things he is going to do in school,giggling and talking in his own language...

I knew the day was coming and he was going to school. Every child has to go eventually.

We finally got his first lunch packed and got his bag packed. then we were off to school.

It was the hardest to leave him with his teacher that first day.

The teacher keep reassuring me he was going to be okay not to worry.

But in my mind I felt she couldn't take care of his needs like I could.

I left him any way. He had no problem leaving me.

He ran right into his classroom and joined in building a tower with the other kids in the room.

I stayed back for a few minutes to peek in and see how he was doing. He was in his own world.

This was an exciting experience for him. You could see on his face how excited he was.

He was taking every thing in and the joy on his face was priceless.

I wouldn't have taken that moment from him for nothing.

I finally left feeling a little bit better but still sad because his need for me had lessened.

I went home and I just didn't know what to do with myself.

I was so used to an active 3 year old following me around so needless to say the 4 hours he was gone was like 10 hours.

When I finally went to get him my poor baby was crying and saying to his Miss that he wants to go home... I felt like my heart is melting... In the morning he was so ok but after few hours without momma and papa, he started missing us... When I waved at him he came running to me and gave me a big hug...Afetr all he is just 3 and how do I expect from him to stay away from me so long... But I have to do this, every mother has to....

His teacher said he was good and was playing around and he will do better as days will pass...

And I was sure of that... I thanked god for blessing me with such a wonderful child...

first summer

blazing sun against my skin

cooling breeze flowing in between,

wild flowers swinging in every direction

tall grass bending at sun in salutation,

group of chirpy girls mingling with bikers

and surroundings filled with sun kissed air,

I feel half asleep,my eye lids are heavy

dreaming of mountains that are snowy,

in the dampish lawn a cat lie

playing with catnip toy beneath a fading sky,

mournful spring leaves the beautiful stage

bright happy summer begins her play....