Forever Grateful Mom

So many messages circulating on WhatsApp, about child robbers, kidnappers, and dangerous people with potential to harm our kids. The first few of them instilled such a dread in my heart – as I am sure they did in the heart of every mom and dad. As these messages continued to inundate, the fear started changing to something else ….. Paranoia? Obsession? And suddenly, I realized what was happening to me; I was looking at every other person as a potential threat to my children, and falling into the trap of being a Permanently Suspicious Mom.

That is when I decided to stop right there. Stop and look around me, look around at the world I live in, that I am raising my kids in. Is it really filled with so much danger, that I cant have a moment of peace, that I cant let my child go out of my sight without worrying about all the dangers that can befall upon him? Or her?

And this is what I found when I looked around at this world:

• For every kidnapper standing outside the school gates, there are several concerned didis, maushis and security personnel ensuring my child is safely delivered to me.
• For every molesting bus cleaner, there are scores of others who lovingly ferry children to and fro every day.
• For every stranger eyeing my child with bad intentions, there are guardian angels in the form of friends, relatives, teachers, sometimes pure strangers protecting not just my child, but humanity itself!

I don’t mean to sound complacent and smug. There is a very real danger and threat that our children today face in the outside world. Of course there are kidnappers and abusers and molesters, many of them getting fearless by the day. As parents, we must to more than our best to protect our children from such evil minded and evil intentioned people. And yet …… this should not blind us to the presence of goodness in the world. Let us stop and appreciate all the good people who share space with us – in our families, in our children’s schools, on the roads. Everywhere. Let us give gratitude, every passing day, for all the good people that touched our child’s life today. For while it is true that crimes against children are increasing by the day, it is thankfully equally true, that goodness still abounds as well! While remaining alert and aware to the dangers in the world, let us also acknowledge the good, and appreciate the good people do, which sadly, goes unacknowledged in today’s world.

I have decided to convert myself, from a Permanently Suspicious Mom to a Forever Grateful Mom. I have made a promise to wake up every morning sending up an affirmation for my children’s well-being and safety, and thanking the Universe and all its beings for helping me keep my children safe. Every night, I go to bed acknowledging and appreciating every person who shared space with my children and ensured their well-being in whichever capacity they could.

For yes, I do believe that despite all the bad things happening, the world is still a beautiful place! And that’s the belief and feeling I want my children to grow up with.  

Soul Mate

A short story written a few years back, was published in HT Cafe ......

Thunder and lightning.....rainbows and stardust.....the instant recognition of your soul mate. These were things that happened to giddy teenagers when they first met someone special, mused Kaveri.  Not to 42-year old happily married women with kids. Yet, amazingly, this was what was happening to her. She couldn’t believe it. She, Kaveri Raje, the always-cool-and-rational librarian, wife to Parag and mother to 17-year old twin boys.

Kaveri and Parag had a strong marriage, one founded on mutual love and respect, shared values, and a lifetime of shared experiences. True, she had always felt that she did not really love Parag as wholly and completely as he loved her. But then, she had always been practical and down to earth, never romantic like Parag. She had simply believed that she was incapable of feeling strong emotions or passion the way others did, that she was too much of a realist to get swept away by love. But look at her now. Here she was, completely swept off, by an unknown man at the age of 42. Wasn’t it strange how Life caught you unawares?

She remembered the first time Ajay walked into the library. She was busy working on the catalogue, when he approached her desk with a request for ‘The Good Earth’ by Pearl Buck. She was struck by her reaction to him, from the moment their eyes met. He was a perfect stranger, yet, when she looked into his eyes, she felt as though she had always known him.

“Her books don’t get issued very often, so they’re probably on one of the back shelves,” she explained, as she put a search in her computer catalogue for the accession number. The attempt at conversation was more to divert herself from the way every cell in her being was clamouring excitedly. Cellular recognition, her brain told her amid all that clamour. She panicked at that.

“That’s a shame,” he said, in response to her statement. “Her books are so relevant even today, I wonder why people don’t read her,” he said with a rueful smile. That smile devastated her. As did his rich, deep voice.

Over the next couple of months, their friendship grew. It started over a discussion of Buck’s books. Very soon, Kaveri was amazed to realise how alike their thoughts were, and not just about books. Their thoughts were uncannily similar on music, on people, on life, on relationships. And that was the other thing. Kaveri found she could talk to him about anything on earth, and she could talk to him so easily. It was as though they were both always tuned in to the same frequency, so perfectly their thoughts aligned with each others’.

She had told Parag about the friendship right in the beginning. Parag was not the least bit concerned. After all, they had been married for 19 years now, and had known each other for 5 years before getting married. Parag often said that he trusted Kaveri more than he trusted himself. Kaveri was so clear headed, and had such firm opinions about right and wrong. It was unthinkable to him (as it had been to her till now), that she would fall for another man. ...What was she to do? Her extreme honesty meant that keeping her feelings from Parag was increasingly becoming difficult. Yet, how could she tell him that she had finally found her soul mate in Ajay? She had always had a sense of something being missing between her and Parag, and had always felt it was her, because she could never give herself up as completely as he had in the relationship. Now she knew that she too, was capable of complete abandon, of loving someone beyond all bounds. She determined to think things through and arrive at clarity about the whole issue. She knew that given time, she would be able to.

It was obvious that Ajay felt equally strongly about her. He didn’t have to say anything to her, but the way he looked at her, the way he read her thoughts, perceived every subtle nuance in her moods was enough to tell her that the feelings were mutual.

They met for coffee at Barista every Friday evening. That evening, Ajay was in a pensive mood.

“What’s up?” she asked him. He looked into her eyes with a serious expression and sighed.

“Why didn’t you come into my life earlier, Kaveri?” he asked. He didn’t say more, but she understood. Understood that he felt the pull as strongly as she did, felt that they belonged to each other in a way they never had and never could to their respective spouses. She smiled, as she had thought about the very thing he had asked her.

“Because Ajay, in this lifetime, this is all we are meant to be to each other. Dear friends.”

“Don’t you want more?” he asked, troubled.

“No Ajay, truly I don’t. I am just so happy that I have met you in this lifetime, that we have both recognised each other as soul mates. After all, tell me, how many people do you know who have truly met the one meant for them? We have, and when we are together, I can see the promise of all that we can share, that we have perhaps shared in many past lifetimes. The echoes of those distant memories of lifetimes of shared happiness reverberate all around every time we are together. But Ajay, in this lifetime, we have met when we were both married, with families of our own. This is the way it is meant to be. And I am happy with it. Let’s not spoil what we share.”

They didn’t say more on it that evening. Ajay was unusually quiet, and after she went home, Kaveri wondered where things would go, whether he would put pressure on her to change the nature of their relationship. Knowing him so deeply within her heart, she found that hard to believe, but she was disturbed nevertheless.

But the next morning, an sms from him cleared all her doubts. “Thank you, my dear soul mate. Thank you for helping me put things in the right perspective.”

Smiling, Kaveri busied herself with her morning chores. It was another ordinary day in her ordinary life, and she better not be late getting to the library. 

Me ...... The Mosaic

Sometimes I think

All I am is a Mother

My growing girl and my little angel

To be my only bother

But that’s only half me

There are other things contained in my heart

My dreams, my hopes, my ambition

Each of them, of me is a part

Fused in me, they are not separate

Together they make, me the mosaic.

The Breakdown

This short story of mine was published in DNA in July 2009

Confusion. Utter, complete confusion. Everything seems to be in motion inside my brain. Its like a gushing river; with thoughts, ideas, feelings, opinions, memories, experiences, expectations – all flowing as they will. Nothing to subdue them, there’s no structure, no rules. It is as if the structure inside the brain has broken down. As if someone has come and deliberately messed things up – like drawers rummaged.  Everything that you sort, categorise and compartmentalise – thoughts in one drawer, feelings in another, expectations somewhere in a back drawer, past hurts even farther behind. Imagine the chaos that could happen if someone were to pull all the stuff from all the drawers and dump them on the floor. That’s what the confusion in my mind feels like right now.

“She’s had a nervous breakdown,” I can hear someone say in the distance. In my mind, that voice is associated with pain. Every time I hear it, it is like a knife grating into my heart, cutting it to pieces. Yes, it is Raj’s voice.

Everything is disjointed; there is no flow to Life any more. Nothing makes sense. For me, the most real thing in my life had been my marriage to Raj. I derived all my security, my sense of who I was from being his wife. And yesterday, when he told me that it was over, that he wanted a divorce, my world came crashing down. He says its a nervous breakdown. The doctors say its a nervous breakdown ..... is it? Its not my nerves, I want to tell them. Its my heart, my identity, my belief in myself that has been shattered and broken to pieces. What a ridiculous term – nervous breakdown!

What does Raj know about what it feels like, this feeling that all that you have believed in has been a sham? What does he know about how one feels when the earth is snatched from below your feet, when the sky threatens to crash on your head? When Life doesn’t make sense any more, when nothing does? When all you want to do is bury your head into the vast arms of oblivion? That kindly doctor, a psychiatrist, I heard Raj’s voice, who has been treating me ...... does she know what it feels like when nothing in Life seems worth living? Can she really know even a fragment of the utter despair one feels when one even contemplates about ending one’s life, let alone take steps toward it? How can she claim to treat me, she who stands across me complacently, flashing her mangalsutra in front of me .... does she know what that mangalsutra does to me? Its a hoax, I want to yell at her, don’t be so smug about it. But I cant find the strength to utter those words, I feel sapped of all my energy. I feel tired, utterly, completely exhausted. Its as though when I slashed my wrists, along with my blood, my energy and will to live have also been depleted and all I can do is lie on the hospital bed and stare at the white walls.

In the eyes of my husband and the world, I have had a nervous breakdown. But I know the truth. I know that for me, Life will never be the same. I didn’t succeed in ending my life, but in every way that matters; this is a new birth for me. The canvas of my world is completely changed, is unrecognisable from what it was. Yes, maybe this is what it means to have a nervous breakdown.

Parenting Your Gifted Child

Parenting……one of life’s greatest challenges. This challenge becomes many times more complex when the child you are parenting is a gifted one. Finding out that your child is gifted tends to intimidate and humble most parents, and they usually ask themselves, “Will I be able to be a good enough parent to this child who is so special?”

Indeed, this fear and worry is justified enough! For raising a gifted or talented child can be a full time task, and more! Your little bundle of joy will want to know answers to all the mysteries of life, will require less sleep than most peers, will be an outrageous perfectionist, will find school boring and uninteresting, will rarely have close friends who really understand him or her, and will always want to do something. Just thinking about it can leave many parents exhausted. It would seem as though to meet the demands of this child, you need to have the brains of Einstein, the resources of Bill Gates, and the understanding and sensitivity of Gandhiji! Tough ask, that.

 But wait! The situation isn’t that hopeless, and all is not lost. You will be relieved to know that gifted students who succeed the most in life or who are the best adjusted are the one who come from healthy, “normal” families. From families where their special talent is nurtured and cherished, from families where there is a lot of communication and sharing of thoughts and ideas, even healthy, dinner table arguments, from families where the child is loved, above all, from families that have faith in them.  After all, that’s not too difficult, is it? The important thing is to enjoy your child and his childhood, for after all; these children grow up real fast. And while you are doing that, feed the child’s interests, respond to his changing needs, recognize that this child’s needs will be several steps ahead of other kids his age, and communicate with him. Your child will later thank you for recognizing their uniqueness; treasuring and nurturing it and helping them grow.

Talaash …… a serious, sensitively made movie, once again bringing home the fact that Life can, and will, throw up things in your way that can stun your senses, and change the course of your Life, as you had charted it for yourself. That there are so many things in this Universe that we don’t know about, that so often there are no clear cut answers, no obvious logic to how or why things happen.

You are doing your job, leading a fairly happy, ‘normal’ life, and there, one harmless holiday can take your only child away. And whoosh……………..Life as you knew it vanishes with that child, as surely dead as the child, never to be retrieved. It changes everything for you.

Trust Aamir to pick up an issue and handle it so sensitively, so lovingly. The movie is not just about the paranormal, though, certainly, that is a huge part of it. It is also about how two people handle the pain, the grief of losing their only baby completely differently. How each tries to find peace in different ways. And how, suddenly, when Life seems bleak and there seems to be no peace, the Universe throws up something at you, something that once again stops you in your tracks, makes you rethink everything that you have believed in, and suddenly give you all the answers that you ever needed to know.

Whether you believe in the paranormal or not, Talaash is a must see, for it handles this issue with a dispassionate view, taking no stand, and leaves it to the audience to decide what it thinks about such happenings.

And so many other things to recommend the movie:

• Aamir of course, brilliant as usual. He is in his uniform through most of the movie, yet, no fancy fighting scenes at all. No dhishum dhishum, except for one small scene.
• Rani Mukherjee, sensitive as ever, though her role is almost a cameo.
• Kareena Kapoor, the surprise package. Am not much of a fan of hers, but she has done a super awesome job!
• No item song, though the plot had ample opportunity for it. That’s what makes Aamir what he is. It’s a serious topic, a sober movie, and he trusts it with the respect its due!

 A must-watch, for all those who believe in the unpredictability of Life!

Nostalgia!

Am in Hyderabad for a workshop ..... on my way from the airport to the city, suddenly realised that its already been a decade since our brief, one year stint in this city! Time indeed does fly, and at the speed of light! Had some unexpected time yesterday, and went for a jaunt into the city, revisiting lanes and corners that I had long relegated somewhere in the dusky cobwebs of memory. It was a beautiful experience, as it rekindled so many memories of not just our time here, but most especially of Krishna’s first year of Life.

This city is special because this is where Krishna spent the better part of the first year of her Life. All her early milestones have been achieved here – her first social smile, her first teeth, the first time she crawled, stood up, walked. Her first illnesses, her first mischief. Her first birthday. It all just flashed in front of my eyes yesterday, so many little things of her babyhood, and all the experiences me and Nilesh had as new parents, bringing her up in a new and unknown city.

I remembered the countless times I had to take her to the hospital because of her frequent bouts of diarrhea. All by myself, in the burning heat of Hyderabad summer, in late evenings in the rains, hunting for an auto. And those were the days without mobile phones, and I smile now at the memory of how we used to manage our lives without one! To think of that today seems impossible. Indeed, at such times, it makes me wonder whether technology really sets you free or in fact ties you down, making you so dependent! I never gave it a second thought, travelling with a baby, in a new city, without such a thing as a mobile!

Also remember the times I used to take her down in the garden every evening, and how much she enjoyed it. Krishna was lucky in that I was completely with her for the first 10 months of her Life, every minute of the day. In that sense, Aryaveer has missed out on that, and in the fast paced, mad life that I lead today, taking him to the garden is a rarity! For Krishna, back then, out here, it was an everyday occurrence, as it should well be for kids.

I leave this city today, with a sense of fresh gratitude, for being the place where I spent my first year as a mother, and which has given me so many unforgettable memories for Life!