Category: NaBloPoMo


[21] Where it’s up an hour too late

I’ve been re-reading the bhagavat gita, gospel of God according to hinduism. Surprisingly, I find truth in it this time.

Everytime I read the Gita before, I got frustrated about the impracticality of it, swore not to read it again and brought my faith another level lower. I’ve been trying different translations and interpretations but this time I found a really positive and practical translation of the scripture, or possibly I have changed positively enough to interpret the underlying truth of the verses.

It amazes me to think how ignorant I had been; how I didn’t see what has been here all this while and how all of a sudden, everything falls in place now. It all makes sense now. I understand the underlying meaning of it. Is it because of the particular book I chose now? Or because of the way I have changed? Or because of the things I have been doing lately and the people I associate with? I know not how. But I’m just happy that I have a foundation to base my whole life upon, and that of my family’s.

I’m not writing more about it before having finished reading it, which I don’t aim to do in 3 days, like I read other books. I shall take a good amount of time to read, re-read and digest the truth.

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Unrelated note about the unrelated title of this post:

This morning I opened my blog to see how things were. I saw the previous post and thought it was today’s post, and that today was 20th august. Yeah, I don’t have a calendar. All of a sudden at 12 o clock midnight, I see the the date changed from 21 to 22 and I realise that I was just about to miss my NaBloPoMo posting. I write this up all in a hurry. It’s past 1 ‘o clock and officially the next day, but my day hasn’t ended yet. I just returned from a biz meeting and after that was an emergency shopping. I’m having my dinner as I type this. No, my day is still not over.

And thus I complete day 21 of August NaBloPoMo posting.

[20] Proud father

They both form a team. When they are together, neither of them care if I’m there or not. Except (Of course, there’s always exceptions) when the son is hungry or has a soiled diaper.

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That’s when he marched his father up and down the staircase.

We have started colour coordinating them both. They wear their denims together, except when hubby is at office, Pappu still wears his jeans. Pappu wears his cotton pants and khakis during our business conferences (even though he waits outside the room, he wants to present himself professional too). While they both are in denims, their t-shirts are of same color. This little red t-shirt was bought in the same color of hubby’s old red shirt, which is in the store room right now, of which hubby knows nothing. I told him that I burned that shirt, should he dare to wear it once again!

[19] Lullaby, and good night

When I was pregnant I started listening to lullabies. It came in handy after child was born and at one point music meant lullaby. I didn’t remember any other kind of music. Even when the baby was asleep or even when he was not even around, I caught myself humming lullabies. Here’s an introduction I wrote about myself about an year back.

I’m young. I’m busy. I do poopy laundry, change diapers, bath infants (is it just one?), force medicine down throats and sing Lullabies until my throat breaks. When I’m not doing any of these? I write about it all in my blog.

(Unrelated: An year back I considered myself a ‘mommy blogger’?!?!?)

Towards the end of first year, Pappu started responding to rhymes and our interest changed. I made myself very skillful at singing rhymes and reciting poems in a funny enough tone which keeps the excitement level up.

Last night when my regular bedtime routine failed to induce sleep in a toddler, I remembered that I hadn’t been singing lullabies for so long. And I decided to try it. As soon as I started, my son stopped jumping on the bed, laid down next to me and kept calm. After what seems like a dozen songs (actually it was just one and a half songs, but the fact that I was so sleepy and that hubby was snoring next to me made it look like it was dozen or more), I confirmed that the boy was sleeping and just when I was about to sleep, he laughed, clapped and appreciated my singing and then he even tried to imitate the song.

SIGH!! Lullabies really don’t have the magical charisma of inducing sleep like they used to have, do they?

[18] Time and priority

Couple of years back, I used to say I didn’t have time for anything. When somebody asked me how I passed time, I would ask them who stole my time? Where was my 24 hours? I was still searching it. But little did I realize that I was too busy complaining that I was busy. I could have used that time being too busy building up the future. I could have used that time living that moment.

I’m glad that I realise it now.

I learnt to say ‘Yes, I have time for this’. It took some time to understand where my 24 hours was going. No, I didn’t waste hours on anything. But I was wasting minutes and seconds, here and there. Like, 5 mintues waiting for a favourite show to begin, 2 minutes waiting for the computer to start up and 10 minutes waiting for friend to arrive. Couple of minutes here and there all day would add up to a solid 2-3 hours a day. Now, who said I didn’t have time to go grocery shopping? Why didn’t I have time to attend a 1 hour seminar?

It’s not even a matter of time we all talk about. It’s actually a matter of priority. Sometimes my conscious self reminds me about the dirty plates in the kitchen sink that needs to be washed; or about Pappu’s books lying all around the house. But thank you very much, a house that looks neat and shiny is not in my top priority list. I’d rather have just a clean and hygienic house and use the remaining time to play with my son, read books and write blogs. I DO have the time to arrange the toys ten times a day, but I have better things to do. Some days I give up reading books and writing blogs because books and blog can wait for another day but the baby don’t have to wait for another hour to go out and play. You see, it’s priorities. And it’s different from one person to other.

It also changes from time to time.  Tomorrow, it could all be different. My son might be too big to play with me and I might be done with writing and then arranging my wardrobe for the umpteenth time might be high in priority for me. But today’s priority list determines what I have time for.

I’m still learning to effectively prioritize things; to update my to-do list or even to use my to-do list. But atleast I do not blame it all on time.

[17] Beauty of night

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[16] The value of “NO”

A mother was managing a group of kids outside the conference room. She told them ‘Don’t make any noise. No shouting. No laughing’. Her son showed all his teeth and imitated laughing. She then said, ‘You can laugh, but no shouting’. He immediately opened his mouth and said ‘Ahh’. And then she said, ‘Please keep quite, can you?’. They all said yes and stayed quite, even though only for a while. Atleast they obeyed.

Many people don’t understand why I wouldn’t say ‘no’ to Pappu. There are certain things children don’t obey anyway. I just avoid saying ‘no’ in those cases just to save up the value for the word for more appropriate instances and also to teach him that mommy doesn’t deny everything he does.

He runs away from me and I say ‘Baby, please stay close to mommy and be safe’ rather than ‘Don’t run away from me’. He touches the electrical socket and I tell him ‘It’s an electric socket. Only adults touch it when needed’ rather than ‘Don’t touch it.’ He rings the alarm bell in the lift and I tell him, ‘It’s an alarm bell. You use it only when in emergency’ rather than ‘No touching’ or ‘Police will come and get you if you rang the bell’.

It makes more sense to me considering that ‘no’ or ‘don’t’ get opposite results most of the time!

One day I came across a mother with a kid crying in the pram. The mother kept repeating ‘no crying’ to the kid while the child kept crying. What does this teach the child? Is she going to stop crying just because mom had issued a ‘no’? Will she have any value to the word and understand that when there is a ‘no’, she really ain’t going to do it?

One might argue that at the height of anger, it’s not possible to keep track of your words. But it’s also important that by carefully changing the words we speak, we get less angry. It changes the whole outlook we have on life. It’s nothing but changing the order of words in the sentence to deliver the same meaning but in a more positive way.

I used to argue that I’m very positive and that I just don’t believe in this whole ‘spoken words’ thing. But merely changing some of my words taught me how much I was missing even though I had a positive attitude. I just had to remember to say a positive self talk whenever I got angry. The way I handled anger was different.

I was talking with a dear old friend of mine about how we speak what we want, that we don’t have and not what we have that we don’t want. He asked if I didn’t think it was a bit crazy.

I laughed and replied that I’d rather be crazy and successful than be cool and broke. He got it right.

All success needs some level of craziness. It just depends on the level of success we need. Why not just dare to get as crazy as it needs?

[14] Too old to nurse

You know a child is too old to be nursing when…
A) he pulls up your shirt when he wants to nurse
B) he takes your hand and puts it on your breast, wanting you to do it
C) he bites your breast in front of everyone if you don’t do it
D) with a whole lot of teeth and a decrease in milk supply, it feels more like sucking life out of the body
E) all of the above

[13] Touchwood!!

People say things like Touchwood or Knock on wood. I had a hard time understanding it’s meaning. During my days of extreme disbelief and skepticism, I would argue “what’s in a word?”. Definitely I didn’t know the power of spoken words then. I said that the whole concept was wrong. How can a word affect anyone? But now I know the better.

Digging it a bit, well, words do have certain power and when one says ‘I haven’t been through tough situations like that’, tough times become the dominant thought in their mind and that’s not good. But what good is touching or knocking the wood? Is it meant that spoken words can be undone by this action? Words, once spoken cannot be undone. It can only be diluted.

Recently I read a wonderful example in a book. Let’s say you put a drop of blue ink in a glass of clear water. The water becomes blue. This action cannot be undone, just the way spoken words or thoughts cannot be removed. But if you drop this glass of blue water in a swimming pool, it gets mixed up with the large amount of water in the swimming pool. It is diluted to an extent that you cannot see the blue water anymore.

That’s exactly what I had been trying to do. Whenever possible, I avoid saying sentences in a negative way like the one said above. I try to put it in a positive way, “I have always been blessed with safe and manageable situations”.

If in some case, it came out, I dilute it by speaking positive things again and again. You really don’t have to speak it aloud. But positive self talk alone workds wonderfully.

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But in some cultures, including my own, it is believed that when you have something too good, it is not good to say it aloud or show it off. I have no idea from where the belief originated. May be it’s not right to brag or boast about self, but how can others harm someone by being jealous of them?

I do believe in negative feelings and all, but one can never harm anyone by hating them. Hatred is a strong emotional feeling which is very easily attracted, which might harm only someone who possess strong hatred for others.

[12] Time for some general awareness

A few weeks back, I bought crocs for my son. On the way back, I met a good friend and we shared our shopping experience, and of course, displayed proudly what we had shopped. When she saw the crocs, she told me that 2 years back there was some incident about crocs being dangerous in escalators. I decided to do a research on it and here’s what I have found.

  • The escalator incident she said was true. Only that the child was wearing an imitation of crocs and it got sucked up in between the steps and the rails. The child lost her toe. It happened in Singapore.
  • There were a few more escalator entrapment incidents in other countries. I did find some cases involving Crocs itself, even though the injuries are minor.
  • Crocs company declared that the shoes are completely safe in escalators but the only concern is whether the escalator is being maintained well or not.
  • Ironically, crocs is banned in some hospitals in some countries for completely different reasons. (not related to escalators)

(I did not post any links. If you need, please type “Crocs escalator safety” in google and you get the exact results)

Here’s what I personally feel:

I still allow my son to wear his Crocs. I believe that if crocs can be sucked up, so does any other shoe of this size and similar materials. Unfortunately, most kids’ shoes are this size and material. So there’s really not much we can do about it. But what we can do is to understand escalator safety. Most of us don’t follow the instructions said about escalators. We have got so much used to it that we don’t think about escalator safety anymore.

My child is in a stage that he wouldn’t want to use a lift. He wants to walk up to the escalator and ride on it himself. Some times, he insist that I do not hold his hand, even though he is not balanced enough to ride escalator alone. But I do let him enjoy it holding to my hand.

As far as entrapment is concerned, I do not allow him to stand at the sides. He is always in the center of the escalator steps. And I don’t let him use the escalator if it’s crowded. We just wait patiently until everyone has gone (if it’s possible) otherwise, I carry him to the lift against his protests.

Feel free to share your views on this topic.