facebook at 12:30 am

Yes that is the time when I have a last look of the day... or the first look of the next day...

just quick scan of all the goodnight posts from India and fresh morning posts from friends far away...
It gives me a feel of where they are and what they are doing.. It makes me feel CONNECTED with them..

The type of posts also help me understand them... 
And I enjoy it... I have a done a bit of my analysis and I am not going to post it.... 
But let me tell I enjoy the child in all these people....

I hate the "LIKES" on many of the sensitive posts...

I mean what make them like those... obviously the LIKE means they relate to the topic and empathise with the person/issue/situation.. but strongly I find them RUDE... 

Then there are few who like their own posts which makes me chuckle...

Let me tell you that in the times of WhatsApp and many more, from which I have deliberately refrained myself, a post on facebook seems outdated....

But I love it... I love the posts, the photos, the comments and everything about facebook... I'm grateful as not only I was able to connect with my friends and family who have been out-of-touch for a long long time, but also it gave my mother the opportunity to connect with her dear ones before she suddenly left us... 

I hope facebook goes strong and does not age the orkut way...

School Projects

School Projects:

Presently my daughter Aarya is loaded heavily with projects on all the possible subjects at school.

I am amazed by the enthusiasm with which she works on them.
I also feel guilty that I am unable to devote the time I should, to help her work on them.

She is so independent. Also the topics for the project are quite interesting and make me think...

There was one which asked to list the difference in her primary and high school... She has done a marvelous job and I loved it the most... It also taught her to appreciate both the schools and made me remember mine....

Another one was on Contribution towards betterment of the society... Few things she wrote were idealistic...
1. No Smoking
2. Respect Eleders
3. education
4. Garbage Management

But gave us points to discuss upon... we discussed how does she plan to implement those....
She realised that she has to respect elders... OK now mothers are exceptions... 
She had many-a-times prepared charts on "No Smoking" and posted them on trees outside our house...
She does not allow us to throw garbage out of the car windows, especially if it is not bio-degradable...
Education is one thing she needs to think upon.. as to how she can contribute...

There was one on Ancient Indian civilizations... Now that one was my favorite so I contributed a bit more...
Aarya loved it too... We have promised to read the Meluha together in one of the vacations to experience the civilization then.... 

One more project was on family tree... That was one on which we argued and argued hard...
She insisted on snaps of each relation .... mausi, mama, bua, phuphaji, etc... 
It was hard explaining her that it is okay if she does not paste a few snaps...
like she does not have a mausaji...
She insisted on one.... else the teacher shall give her less marks...
I wonder if that is the case... For I know of single parents who would find it difficult to get the entire branch listed...
I am sure the schools these days are sensitive towards these issues and would not insist on such things...





Then there was one in which they had to use palm cutouts of each family member and write 5 things which that family member likes and 5 things which are common in her and that family member... Again we enjoyed listing down the things... Taking prints of oviee's palm was the cutest of them all...

All said and done... school projects can be considered as a burden or used as an opportunity to interact with your child...
I generally am not good at these things... but enjoyed it this time....

I am back with one of my favourite song

Yeh Hosla Kaise Juke,
Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke - 2

Manzil Muskil to kya,
Dhundla Sahil to kya,
Tanha Ye Dil to Kya
Ho Hooo

Raah Pe Kante Bikhre agar,
Uspe to phir bhi chalna hi hai,
Saam Chhupale Suraj magar,
Raat ko ek din Dhalana hi hai,

Rut ye tal jayegi,
Himmat rang layegi,
Subha phir aayegi
Hoooo

Yeh Hosla Kaise Juke,
Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke - 2

Hogi hame to rehmat ada,
Dhup kategi saaye tale,
Apni khuda se hai ye Dua,
Manzil lagale humko gale

Zurrat so baar rahe,
Uncha Ikraar rahe,
Zinda har pyar rahe
Hoooo

Yeh Hosla Kaise Juke,
Yeh Aarzoo Kaise Ruke - 2

Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara....

Life is beautiful.... Enjoy it to your fullest.... It is important to be strong... take efforts to be happy and never pity thyself....  Sorrows are a fact of life....  You need to overcome them.... It is challenging... Don't let memories weaken you... Fulfill dreams...  Yours... As well as others too... Be the pillar of your family... Laugh and laugh aloud...  Cry but control....  Love.... Admire... Don't be myopic....  Have faith... Not fear...  Communicate... Be In-touch... Be blessed.....

Aai.... I had two choices...
hope I chose the right one... love you

Happy Woman's Day DEAR MEN.

Thanks to all the fathers, brothers, husbands, sons, friends, colleagues who respect woman, her dignity, have transformed and adapted themselves to the fact that a woman is equal and many-a-times even better than her counter-parts.

In the world that we live in, it is important for the men to understand the definition of EQUALITY. They need to understand that they have no right to give freedom to women. They need to free themselves from the stinking thoughts of having a sense of pride in giving liberty to the women in their lives.

So HAPPY WOMAN's DAY to all those men who have liberated themselves from the conservative thoughts.  BANDE ACCHE HAIN.

Little women

Truly Louisa May Alcott could understand these creatures... Else how can I map a slice of Meg, Jo, Beth and Amy in my two little monster angels...  

The world has gone all topsy-turvy...  There is no authority with me to prioritise things my way..   

It has become like the berths of a 2 AC sleeper where half of my life is on the upper berth with questions about ionospheres..  figures of speech... volleyballs..  projects...  profit and loss... greek mythology.. to the facts of ultimate truth Death...  and on the lower berth with Baby Bing..  Doras... Bhu-bhu...  a sudden bombardment of "How much I know" vocab... to Chinta-ta... to an array of buttu(Shoes...) Choice of clothes.. 

Then there is me who inadvertently tries to relate to each character and the each phase that I have gone through and discussed with my mother....Seeing a shade of the same in the bigger of the little women... trying to act mature and behave stupidly or act stupid and behave maturely at the same time....  and little one forcing herself to jump the gap in an instance and act her sister.... oh... how blessed I am to have an opportunity to experience it... exhausting though...

Dancing Bond

We had a blast this Ganesh Festival...
I simply loved to see my reflection in my daughter Aarya...
Dance has always been a major bonding force between us..

It was when I decided to Choreograph two songs for Aarya..
One solo and other a group dance...
I enjoyed Choreographing her.
I regained my confidence, creativity and also 'The Dance'.
I enjoyed the fights and persuasions for perfections...
Her commitment to master her steps was astonishing...
she danced so gracefully...

Her initial reluctance for group dance was tough to handle..
But it taught her being social and communicating with strangers...
It also imbibed into her the initial lessons of team spirit and importance of being a team player...
It taught her to respect and accept people with their shortcomings...

Even though she was neglected, my younger daughter Oviee, too learnt to understand rhythm and appreciate music....
Babies are keen observers and fast learners...
Till then it was just some hand movements on some nursery rhymes and popular film songs...
But now I see a change...I see her trying to co-ordinate her hands with her footsteps and dance to the tunes...
She has learnt following the dance and appreciating with applaud...

Speaking about Aarya, her dance was divine...
Her expressions were sincere and looked natural...
It was a proud moment for all of us when people praised her performance..
I remembered the fairy dance by Betsy-May(Enid blyton's character).

Frankly, I was the happiest when I danced later on stage with my old friends...
The experience was heavenly...
I was beaming with joy and tears in my eyes....
This was the very same stage where I grew up dancing...
I was nostalgic... The audience was still there happy to watch us dance....
How much I loved to see the appreciation in my husband's eyes who came running downstairs just to watch me dance...

Can someone please help me find the exact words to express my feelings...
Only if someone could capture my expressions without my knowledge right now when I'm writing this post...

I have grown-up dancing.
Dance is my stressbuster and shall always be...
To me dance is way of expression... it is a way to connect with GOD.
All praises to the Lord of Dance....