Modern Weepers

It’s scary when a dog weeps (I hope weep is the right word ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฎ).

Well, it goes like this,”if you hear dogs weeping, someone near or dear is definitely going to die.”It’s considered a bad omen, and your heart starts beating fast as soon as the wooooo…of these most faithful companions of human reach your ear; the impact is so!

Why am I telling you this???Why am airing my superstitions? Well, I have a good reason, you’ll see.

The new house we have moved in, has two dogs as guards; It is impossible to escape their acute watch. They are insane when it comes to barking. And just like any normal dogs they too have this habit of weeping, and that too a lot. Initially I would get goose bumps on hearing their fearsome voices but after keen observation I found that they make this atypical sound everytime a train take exit from a nearby tunnel. There it honks continuously. The faithful dogs religiously follow the suit…everytime…everyday. I can even tell time without looking at the clock!!!

So I guess the curse is lifted, may be! No more sad signals. Dogs too have changed with time. Now a days they weep for a different reason…to copy the train’s honk or to threaten it, they only know !!!๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰

Pissed off

You think you are doing great as mother!!!


Oh…Think again.

There are people who can bring you down any time of the day.

They just have to say, “For their kids, mothers do this, mothers do that and what not!”

In short according to them, these hypothetical mothers do those very little things ‘you don’t’!!!

And you are like, “What about the things  I do???? Why don’t you ever notice that????”

Why people keep judging you for things which are none of their business?

I mean, come on!!! 

Mother is ‘real’, not some copy paste command!!!

Leave her alone for God sake!!!

Give her a break!!!!!

Whose Mommy Smartest????

Mom or supermom, That’s the question!!!!

Ever been part of this competition which is going on in the modern world?
Every woman is in a race to present herself as the best possible mother to her kids which is good thing; kids are getting enormous attention as a bonus ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ but do you ever think how stressful it is for mothers?????๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜จNo you don’t!!! You just air the ideas and get doting mothers to business! ๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…๐Ÿ™…

There was an invitation rather obligation from Glowingal’s new School for a mandatory appearance on the occasion of Mother’s day precelebration. Not just a common appearance; mothers were expected to show some swag ๐Ÿ‘ธ if not gifted with a talent or so!!!

Thoughtfully I chose first; it’s easy for me.๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜ŠBut it became rather complex; they needed two swaggers (๐Ÿ‘ญ) together in similar attire even the colour should match, and option was limited to INDIAN ONLY. What is this?

Anyways we managed it and walked on the ramp…hand in hand and with our charisma, won many hearts. ๐Ÿ’ž๐Ÿ’ž

Proudly we made our position in top five finalist as well. No wonder this mother would have won the ‘race’ for smartest mother, had my pretty pink partner remained stuck to her choices!!!

Oh…poor mommy was surprised to see that her daughter’s favourite colour had changed to yellow from pink (I mean since when???), and ShinChen replaced Doreman as her preferred cartoon character!!!!๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ๐Ÿ˜ฑ

I knew I was going to loose it…the race…to be the smartest mom!!!! ๐Ÿ‘น๐Ÿ‘น

Do I feel bad???

Yes I do!!!๐Ÿ™‡๐Ÿ™‡

Not for the title you swift minds, but the gift pack which the winner received…And nobody’ll ever know,’what was inside!’๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜ข

Oh…Jokes apart…I didn’t feel bad at all. I am friends with failure. ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Yeah, it’s good to be competitive and get our heads into such events once in a while but should we depend upon others for telling us, ‘How good we are as mothers or as humans for that matter?’

Motherhood is a beautiful, demanding, and unique journey for each one of us…we make mistakes…we stumble…we learn…we become better…and then we make new mistakes…learning a new lesson everytime. That’s how it goes as per my experience and I believe, it’s the truest tale of all.

I don’t think any mother can be perfect (no offence…every mother’s love is PERFECT, without any question)!

Though she is always looking for ways to be perfect…tirelessly and trust me…there are many… undiscovered, unused ways…๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”

So Mommies! Keep looking…keep improving and keep loving cause that’s what mothering is all about…

And yay…I am needed somewhere!!! Let me go and clean all the makeup mess that Glowingal just created; She looks horrible with all the smudged eye makeup!!!!๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฒ๐Ÿ˜ฒ
Happy Mothering all!๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

Finding Peace Among Migrating Woes

Feeling like a Salmon these days…

No!!! I am not into swimming or anything like that…
You are reading the blog of a zoologist, so expect some animal things here ๐Ÿ˜œ๐Ÿ˜œ

Well, as many of you know, Salmon is a fish which migrates…from sea to river, and then back.

It’s not a continuous journey:; it spends years at every home, adjusting to a new environment, undergoing numerous physiological and behavioural changes, All the time fighting for it’s life. Tell you the truth, her life is a continuous struggle.

Born in the hills, having fair skin, plenty Blood cells, lean body, and cool mind…one day I migrated to plains…where it’s hard to stay cool for many reasons.My body lost tons of fluid, it was dusty, sweaty, and hot out there. My skin gathered some melanin as a sun guard, becoming dark, My hair lost sheen…but slowly I adapted to the environ.

And now that I am back to hills, THE TRANPORTATION SHOCK is visible. My skin asks to make up for those gallons of moisture lost; it’s damn dry here and when I try to nourish it over night, I feel like oil factory the next morning except my thirsty face which still asks for more!!!! 

Before writing this…I was coming out of home…and as soon as I started walking…it felt like walking on grease and the moment I sat…the skin felt sand dry!!! What the hell!!!

Yeah, having little tough time…and to worsen the things, my under eye granules are making their appearance back!!! Last thing I remember hating…

So basically I am in trouble as far as my skin is concerned but last  night I was on the terrace…the soft touch of the mountain breeze felt like compensating for all these troubles…I remembered the killing hot summer wind of plains…and immediately, I felt in peace with Nature. As I believe, Nature to be the best healer and I know it will find the balance…soon.

‘This’ is where my heart belongs to…and this is how it goes from here…so I better gather all possible tools cause it’s a cool but dry bumpy ride ahead….๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

Nothing is Absolute

They say our fingerprints are unique… you can’t fool anyone!!!!๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”

My phone is not sensing my fingerprints anymore…๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฎ 

ThankGod there’s this other option of entering the password 

or the security would bar me as well!!! ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰

But it’s out…finger prints can’t be considered the ultimate identity…

I mean people do suffer from skin allergies sometime!!!๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜

Think about it!!

Goodbyes Are Sometimes Reminder Of Our Basic Instinct To Love

Am hearing an audio recordingโ€ฆ
Well…Itโ€™s not just a recording but a beautiful gift of extreme emotions and admiration wrapped with strong threads of friendship and humanityโ€ฆ and clearly, I have tears in my eyes…and I am thinking of returning some loveโ€ฆ.

Farewell is a wish of happiness or welfare at parting especially permanent one. At work, it mostly means a formal bye to a person who was there with you for a significant amount of time; thereโ€™s a mandatory gathering of people willingly or forcibly ๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰, and then thereโ€™s eating and drinking together forโ€ฆone last time.๐Ÿโ˜•
Thatโ€™s how most farewells go. Isnโ€™t it?

Recently I too had an opportunity to receive farewell wishes at my workplace where I worked for more than five years. Internally always wishing to be at a better place, it wonโ€™t be wrong if I say I was kind of settled in there. Most of things were pleasant (with a few exceptions ofcourse).

 I had the most amazing bunch of colleagues as friends, and found a family away from home. We donโ€™t realize the worth of many things unless it’s time to part from them. Same is true here, I always wished to go but never thought going would be so hard.But when it’s time…it is time, and it was my time to leave. ๐Ÿ™

Even when we are not there where we want to be, do we stop living? No we donโ€™t! and while we live, we make memoriesโ€ฆgood or bad! These memories keep people close or drift them apart. The ones who come close once, always stay close…distance doesn’t matter.
I found some really good people in an unknown land, they made my life comfortable with their caring nature and loving behavior. I totally felt at home. The work became fun and College a fun hub! I loved to be there; it was never a burden. Even those 40+ degrees in summer were bearable because of the jolly company that I had in the College and also during our way back homeโ€ฆyeah, in the bus!

I canโ€™t thank enough you people for the best of time there and the bestest farewell ever.To some extent, I knew you admired me but never thought you loved me so much. I am amazed on hearing so much good about myself. Like I always say, appreciating others is not an easy thing to do. So it’s really touching to see that people actually bothered to notice what I did, and it really feels special on hearing those golden admiring words. I am overwhelmed and will always remain so.
 Neelam, I called you my sister, Iโ€™ll try my best to be one. You know my nature! Me jo bolti huโ€ฆwo definitely karti hu! I always felt comfortable discussing anything and everything with you. We had the craziest timeโ€ฆwhether itโ€™s discussing the TV serials, movies, Gods, rituals, gossiping about the hot happenings, partying in the ‘khatara’ bus, or dancing at the weirdest place, you were there. Well, you have been integral part of this fun filled journey. Trust me, You are a  wonderful person. 

Before this also I had good buddies like Meenakshi and Preeti. They are to be thanked for a lovely time.
I am so deeply touched by the kind words of RC Sharma, Ravish, Saroj, Sangeeta, Ramneet, Pooja, Baljeet and even Meera ji. You guys are the gentlest souls. I pray to God to bless you abundantly. 

I can’t thank enough my other partners in crime, my busmatesโ€ฆespecially beautiful Poonam, Harjeet, Mamta, Sheenoo, Prernaโ€ฆand everyone for being the best companions in the adventure numbered 22. Hahaโ€ฆ

Sandi, you are unforgettable buddy! I wish much progress in your life.

 Finally, My Boss, who was my guiding star, whom I’ll always look up to, and whom Iโ€™ll always be indebted for the immense faith that she had in me! She cared softly like a mother and dared strongly like a good leader.Society needs more of such women.

 And my words fail to express the gratitude to the entire IJDCian family including my adorable students who made me think, โ€œI can make a change if I really want to.โ€ Their love is so pure and unconditional, and I am going to treasure it for my life. 

And then there’s one person who never thinks twice about any word of mine, trusts me, and always fills the vacuum created by meโ€ฆthatโ€™s you Sandeep Kaur! Thanks dear for accompanying me in every tiny step of mine.
I tried to thank you all in my parting speech also but I donโ€™t know for how long once heard words stay in our brain, So here I am making our emotions for each other immortal on AfterGlow.

And if someone’s thinking I didn’t mention his/her name or pic…kindly know that I am a poor human with short memory and limited photographs…๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ˜‰

Long live Humanity
Long live Friendship.๐Ÿป๐Ÿป๐Ÿป

 

 

It Takes Two To Tango


Well it’s never easy to win with kids,try it…they make a scene so horrible…๐Ÿ˜จ๐Ÿ˜จ
And ย also it’s not an easy thing to accept defeat at their hands… ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ

that’s why fine parenting is not everyone’s cup of tea.

You either lose your cool ๐Ÿ˜ซ๐Ÿ˜ซ or there are chances that you’ll lose interest ๐Ÿ˜ฉ๐Ÿ˜ฉ

Then there are situations when kids put you in awkward situations in front of people…

My Glowingal is a huge dance enthusiast.Trying to be a considerate mom, I searched a dance school in this new place. After working all the details, I told mom-in-law to drop her to dance class as I had some work engagements.

But eventually I ended up picking her up early cause princess didn’t even enter the class!!!

why don’t kids respect ย their parents’ decisions??? ๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”Oh, she is too little for that!!!

When I asked the reason she said,” who teachs dance like this mamma? I don’t like it. I’ll never go there.”

Ahaan!!! There you go.

Less than 5 years of existence and this tiny girl uses her right to say NO better than me!๐Ÿค”๐Ÿค”

and dare to turn it to YES! I BETTER NOT!๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ especially in a public place!!!

I sensed the mood, held her hand and walked home. On the way tried various mother tricks to know the root cause, and voila! I found it.๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

“Why this school is so far Ma? I can’t walk! I get tired,” She complained with the sweetest face in the world.

My Waxy heart melted.

“I see. Is that the reason for your refusal?”

“Yes.please send me somewhere near…”

“Okay! Why not sweetie!”

And she went to the same dance school next day.๐Ÿค“๐Ÿค“

PS. She managed to sit there for one complete hour. I won’t let my hard work go waste. ๐Ÿ˜Œ๐Ÿ˜Œ However it’ll take some more days to see my monkey actually jumping. I am in no hurry…this mom has tons of patience…and I am still growing it ๐Ÿ™‹๐Ÿ™‹

Gaura (Giri River)

Nature has no bounds when it comes to surprise us…and you won’t disagree if I call it the best healer of all. 

So whenever there is slightest possibility to be in company of the Nature, this family of Wanderers leave everything aside and immerse wholeheartedly in its enchanting beauty.

By now, I hope it is evident that I have shifted back to Hills-the place I would never have enough of and herefore starts my old romance.

Recently explored some marvelous locales…

Have a look ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

She Is Under The Spell Of Mom’s Magic Wand

These days, I am having a whole lot of ‘our time’ with my Glowingal ๐Ÿ˜‡๐Ÿ˜‡ and undenyingly, I am much in a ‘habit-correcting’ mode right now ๐Ÿค“๐Ÿค“. (What???? Don’t give mo those looks!!! Mom will always be mom ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š).
For a long time I have been using a trick to deal with my overly naugthy kid who obviously is very sensitive also. Whenever I want her to do something and she seems adamant, I simply utter,

“Do it to a count of five or…” and then I just start counting…one…two…three…

By the time I reach four she is like I am doing it mamma…and before I say five…she jumps, “I have done it!”๐Ÿ’ƒ๐Ÿ’ƒ

And I am like wow! I NEVER THOUGHT COUNTING IS SUCH A MARVELLOUS TOOL!!!๐Ÿ™†๐Ÿ™†

However I am equally amazed as to what actually she thinks, would happen after FIVE????

Anyways, I am not exploring right now…this tool is like a magic wand; very handy and harmless. Atleast a mother can catch a breath while the spell is on…

And…Let’s not think about the day when she won’t  even move after hearing FIVE…cause even I don’t know what after that!!!!!๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜ 

Listen To A Bumble Song ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ

I know…
You possessed the skills of a worker bee, altruistically, working incessantly for the well being of the giant family, especially, the queen and a few privileged drones; dutifully and repeatedly going on trips to many uncertain projects…in the search of vibrant vistas…just to collect those tiny drops of priceless nectar…to fulfill the very purpose of your existence.

Inspite of being followed by an army of devotees to whom you have taught the culture and tradition of the Colony; including the language as well as the signature ‘waggle’ dance…your life undoubtedly, was tough, and filled with uncertainities…

Remember, how many times you wished for a miracle to make life somewhat bearable…and then… one day… you were  actually picked from the disorder, to be placed in a bountiful garden of Eden’s where destiny’s favourite bees (unlike you) are busy in their own ways…humming songs of diverse emotions. The music sounded familiar to ears but the lyrics seemed ‘French’ to you. The dance being the best language of expression, you tried to match the steps…oh dear…you need time… to learn the atypical moves.

So now, what option you are left with except to sit back and watch…watch untill you decipher the code all by yourself or you can aksi choose to wait for some Kind Soul to translate it for you…

And untill this happens…stop buzzing around…You Bumbled Bee!!!!!๐Ÿ

Just focus…and…keep your eyes and ears wide open…your time will definitely come.๐Ÿต๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒป