musings

I was awakened from my deep sleep by something wet touching my cheek....was it some dream that had made a tear tickle down my cheek..startled i woke up to find two black button like eyes set below two silky soft pink ears staring at me smudging my cheeks with a wet nose and whimpering to be taken out for the morning job. This white furry bundle became a part of  our family almost twelve years back.I still vividly remember the most scared, huddled in a corner ,just a month old pup in the vet's shop.My daughter instantly picked this one brushing aside the others who were seemingly more beautiful with golden or black shades blending in their white fur.The one my daughter picked had one kohl lined eye and one slighlty smaller kohl deprived eye.The scare in the pets eye made it look very vulnerable and we all connected instantly to her. When my daughter stepped out of the car with the little pup in her arms her father reacted by saying "kya bawaal le aayi" and walked away w...

There are certain mornings when your bed hugs you tighter,your body refuses to obey your mind,all its want to do is just close its eyes snuggle in the covers and go back into that deep sleep from which it has been woken up by the harsh sound of the alarm,in my case its generally my dog barking ferociously as the guy who washes my car has arrived. Oh god how i hate the simple lad at this very moment,thinking why does he have to be so sincere towards his duty.For a moment i pretend to be asleep and give time to my hubby to wake up and do the needful for the car washing cause it was his idea of getting the car washed so early in the morning but alas he keeps snoring inspite of me trying to push him and wake him up.With a frown i get up,try to hush my very angry pet in vain,do the routine of switching on the pump and get back to bed to try to get back that lost sleep. Just when i am drifting into my dreamland the room is filled with bright light..the man of the house is up..the first se...

The silence and lull after a festival pierces me too deep..The quietness is so intense you could cut through it by a knife..This quietness has increased manifolds since my daughters have left home.Every year after the kids go I go into a retrospection..was i a good mom...were they happy spending time at home..repent on how many dishes which i had planned were left unmade..I think this is a trap into which each mother falls unknowingly..My daughters keep on telling "mumma chill..we will come again..we had a great time",but how can mumma chill😀.We Indian moms take too much of responsbilities,go overboard to keep everyone happy.We feel responsible towards our kids and family to an extent that even a flickering thought of doing something just for ourselves brings in a guilt.Leaving a baby at home and going out brings a guilt to the mom and we women are responsible for it because since generations it has been laid down that kids are a woman's responsibilty.So deep rooted is ...

Its all around us..in the lazy breeze..in the blossoming fragrant mango trees..in the dry pale leaves strewn all around..this is how holi creeps in every year..But this year its a bit too special as its my first as a MOM-IN-LAW.Oh how this new tag has been levied on me in so many different ways by so many different people.Never was I burdened down so much by any new begining nor felt as if a huge responsbility has been downed on me as people made me feel about this MOM-IN-LAW status.Here I was sinking in the happiness of the new induction in my family and there people were like "chalo bhai bahut badi zimmedari poori ho gayi","kuch bojh halka huya "and would end by but you do not look old enough to have a daughter of marriagable age.OKKK so the first criteria to be a mom in law is to look old..If you are going to marry your daughter or son then please have white streaks,slightly sagging ,a little puffy here,a little puffy there skin..Haha in this era of so many mean...

So finally i begin after months of apprehensions....I would not claim to write about the so called major issues our society is going through but just how a simple Indian housewife deals  with life,people around her,just as life comes to her everyday.Hope i relate to many more just like me who have been facing the age old stigma ""Oh so u do nothing..you are a housewife"..I am not going to give the routine reply that housewives are no less hardworking than working women rather want to put forth the fact that houswives too are independent intelligent thinking women...So just stay connected with me to encounter with me my day to day life experiences,we will gossip about whats happening in society sometimes light heartedly sometimes some serious discussions...So friends I am all ready to take off with all of you along with me...