Wednesday, September 21, 2011
SOMETIMES WHEN I FLUSH SHIT, I WISH I HAD A FLUSH BUTTON IN MY LIFE TOO ....TO FLUSH ALL THAT SHIT FROM LIFE
Looks like I am getting better (or worse you decide) on these quotes. This is another one!! just think how good it will be if God could give us this flush button.
SOME DARK LINES CANNOT BE ERASED BY AN ERASER, SAME WAY NOTHING CAN ERASE THE DARK DECISIONS OF YOUR LIFE
Nothing in particular about darkness and decisions but be ready to see such statements here. I wanted to put this as my status line in FB but didn’t want to attract attention. However, since it popped in my head I posted it here:)
BABY BLUES
Many of you may feel that I am exaggerating things when I say it is extremely difficult to raise a kid.Yes! from outside it definitely seems everything is fine however, the mother or father are aware that the next day’s schedule depends on how much sleep they are allowed to take by their baby.
My initial months with the baby were like a nightmare, probably more difficult because we had to be over cautious as he had spent his initial days on the ventilator. To add to the frustration and depression, my husband had to travel a lot as soon as the baby arrived. I stayed at my mother’s place for six months as I didn’t have any help at my in law’s place with my husband away most of the time. I remember attending a party three months post delivery where I probably just sleep walked.
My son comes in the category of the hyper active kids. Some babies sleep during daytime, some during night but my son is restless all the time. He is a boy with no schedule at all. He would not drink milk properly as a result he couldn’t sleep properly. This would obviously mean that even I was devoid of sleep. When I was with mummy what ever free time I had, I only wanted to sleep as I thought it best to accumulate my less sleeping hours. Since the baby was weak in the early stages and suffered from cold, I couldn’t wean him. I therefore had to store the breast milk in a bottle and feed him for the first six months. Another one was the colic problem children usually suffer from in the initial months, my son did too for all of six months.
I am not trying to scare the young couples with my experience but just want to enlighten you. More-ever you forget all these things as soon as you see your baby taking the first step or hear his
My initial months with the baby were like a nightmare, probably more difficult because we had to be over cautious as he had spent his initial days on the ventilator. To add to the frustration and depression, my husband had to travel a lot as soon as the baby arrived. I stayed at my mother’s place for six months as I didn’t have any help at my in law’s place with my husband away most of the time. I remember attending a party three months post delivery where I probably just sleep walked.
My son comes in the category of the hyper active kids. Some babies sleep during daytime, some during night but my son is restless all the time. He is a boy with no schedule at all. He would not drink milk properly as a result he couldn’t sleep properly. This would obviously mean that even I was devoid of sleep. When I was with mummy what ever free time I had, I only wanted to sleep as I thought it best to accumulate my less sleeping hours. Since the baby was weak in the early stages and suffered from cold, I couldn’t wean him. I therefore had to store the breast milk in a bottle and feed him for the first six months. Another one was the colic problem children usually suffer from in the initial months, my son did too for all of six months.
I am not trying to scare the young couples with my experience but just want to enlighten you. More-ever you forget all these things as soon as you see your baby taking the first step or hear his
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Elemental contest!!!!
I had a busy schedule traveling last month so could not mention about my participation in “Elemental” 250 words story contest. This was my third attempt and like always it was great fun to be a part of that contest. Results are out and I am not the winner but entered the prestigious forties club. Forties club means getting forty out of forty five on Jason Evans scale. I am happy about it
This is my entry for that contest
The Last Shot
Please move a bit,I want to get the perfect shot” shouted Rohan.
“Again” I muttered.
“Still more”
“Not a single inch now” I shouted. It’s been last fifteen minutes that he is trying to get a perfect shot of me with the sun setting in the background. I was tired now with the heat and giving poses.
“Ok” “I will manage” The next thing I heard was a thud and his voice echoing in the valley” HELP”
The rescue was started immediately but I could read in their face that they have little hope. We were here on vacations here and I was all alone. Unknown faces gathered around me to sympathize and gossip about the accident. They were still searching the body.
Is this the camera you mentioned? Asked the police inspector in charge.
It took all my strength to shake my head.
“Will need this for evidence” “you can keep this by the time we find him”
He handed me the camera. My hand was shivering as I hold the camera. Wasn’t sure what to do I scrawled the photographs. This was the last shot.
This is my entry for that contest
The Last Shot
Please move a bit,I want to get the perfect shot” shouted Rohan.
“Again” I muttered.
“Still more”
“Not a single inch now” I shouted. It’s been last fifteen minutes that he is trying to get a perfect shot of me with the sun setting in the background. I was tired now with the heat and giving poses.
“Ok” “I will manage” The next thing I heard was a thud and his voice echoing in the valley” HELP”
The rescue was started immediately but I could read in their face that they have little hope. We were here on vacations here and I was all alone. Unknown faces gathered around me to sympathize and gossip about the accident. They were still searching the body.
Is this the camera you mentioned? Asked the police inspector in charge.
It took all my strength to shake my head.
“Will need this for evidence” “you can keep this by the time we find him”
He handed me the camera. My hand was shivering as I hold the camera. Wasn’t sure what to do I scrawled the photographs. This was the last shot.
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Long Time!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Several times in the past have I wanted to come here but was held up by the little devil. I was enjoying my time with him, cut off from the world almost completely. Yes! the little devil is my son, who entered in our life on the ice-cold afternoon of January 1,2010.
In my seventh month, I packed my hospital bag with everything I thought I might need ....you never know with babies. Taking into past experiences in my family, I wanted to go for elective scissor. I used to have nightmares of having normal delivery throughout my pregnancy. My expected pregnancy date was January 8 yet we decided to go for the C-section on January 1. We slept early on 31st December, when the world bid good-bye to the year gone by. I was advised to take an Alprax to relieve me from any anxiety and slept well.
Life is not about planning but facing the situations as they come. I was under local anesthesia when the baby came Out. I heard the cry but all of a sudden the doctors started panicking. I could see them running calling each other. It was all happening right in front of me but it looked as if these things are not bothering me. I heard the Doctor say the baby stopped breathing yet I did not react. I could see them stitch me while they gave instructions for the baby. All of a sudden I felt my body sink and my legs become numb and cold. I muttered something, the Gynae probably thought that I have sensed something and came to me. She told me that I had a baby boy and everything will be alright. The baby had sucked the first potty called myconium which is very sticky and acidic; it sticks the fragile lungs and makes breathing difficult.
As they wheeled me out of the OT and moved me to my cabin, I saw some familiar faces. By this time I was told that the baby is sent to the nursery. I still thought that others might have seen him. I enquired from my sister whether they have seen the baby and was told that no one saw the baby. Meanwhile, the pediatrician refused to admit the baby and asked to take him either to Delhi or Bareily. The nearest big hospitals. Thanks to my Doctor Uncle and Gynae, who somehow convinced the pediatric to keep the baby in the city itself. The fog was too thick and it was difficult drive the long distance especially with baby's condition.
I was in the hospital recovering and the baby in the nursery struggling for the life. Everyday in morning and evening some people were allowed to see the baby. Every night or whenever my husband got any call, I would be startled, assuming that it is from the nursery. All kind of negative thoughts would fill me, may be the baby’s condition had further deteriorated. After staying in the hospital for five days, I was discharged. It was hard to go home without baby.
Finally on January 8, I was called up in the nursery as the baby moved from the incubator to ventilator.I was allowed to feed him. With many tubes connected to his body, he lay there surrounded by all kinds of medical equipments, each movement being monitored. I could not wink throughout the night with the fear that I might lose the baby. I stayed in the nursery for 2 more days. After which I was allowed to take him home with some instructions like maintaining a specific temperature for him and keeping him isolated for some days.
He is one and half a year old and doing fine. Whenever, I look back and recall those days I wonder why all this happened to us. Why were we tested? The baby was too young to commit any sin. Maybe he was being punished because of us. I do not know the answer to my questions and would wonder forever may be.
Yet, I am thankful to God and all my well wishers who were with us in that moment. THANK YOU!
In my seventh month, I packed my hospital bag with everything I thought I might need ....you never know with babies. Taking into past experiences in my family, I wanted to go for elective scissor. I used to have nightmares of having normal delivery throughout my pregnancy. My expected pregnancy date was January 8 yet we decided to go for the C-section on January 1. We slept early on 31st December, when the world bid good-bye to the year gone by. I was advised to take an Alprax to relieve me from any anxiety and slept well.
Life is not about planning but facing the situations as they come. I was under local anesthesia when the baby came Out. I heard the cry but all of a sudden the doctors started panicking. I could see them running calling each other. It was all happening right in front of me but it looked as if these things are not bothering me. I heard the Doctor say the baby stopped breathing yet I did not react. I could see them stitch me while they gave instructions for the baby. All of a sudden I felt my body sink and my legs become numb and cold. I muttered something, the Gynae probably thought that I have sensed something and came to me. She told me that I had a baby boy and everything will be alright. The baby had sucked the first potty called myconium which is very sticky and acidic; it sticks the fragile lungs and makes breathing difficult.
As they wheeled me out of the OT and moved me to my cabin, I saw some familiar faces. By this time I was told that the baby is sent to the nursery. I still thought that others might have seen him. I enquired from my sister whether they have seen the baby and was told that no one saw the baby. Meanwhile, the pediatrician refused to admit the baby and asked to take him either to Delhi or Bareily. The nearest big hospitals. Thanks to my Doctor Uncle and Gynae, who somehow convinced the pediatric to keep the baby in the city itself. The fog was too thick and it was difficult drive the long distance especially with baby's condition.
I was in the hospital recovering and the baby in the nursery struggling for the life. Everyday in morning and evening some people were allowed to see the baby. Every night or whenever my husband got any call, I would be startled, assuming that it is from the nursery. All kind of negative thoughts would fill me, may be the baby’s condition had further deteriorated. After staying in the hospital for five days, I was discharged. It was hard to go home without baby.
Finally on January 8, I was called up in the nursery as the baby moved from the incubator to ventilator.I was allowed to feed him. With many tubes connected to his body, he lay there surrounded by all kinds of medical equipments, each movement being monitored. I could not wink throughout the night with the fear that I might lose the baby. I stayed in the nursery for 2 more days. After which I was allowed to take him home with some instructions like maintaining a specific temperature for him and keeping him isolated for some days.
He is one and half a year old and doing fine. Whenever, I look back and recall those days I wonder why all this happened to us. Why were we tested? The baby was too young to commit any sin. Maybe he was being punished because of us. I do not know the answer to my questions and would wonder forever may be.
Yet, I am thankful to God and all my well wishers who were with us in that moment. THANK YOU!
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Indians Welcome In Goa !!
This was the heading of one of the articles in TOI. While going through the article I recalled my experiences in Goa. Anyone who has been to Palolime beach is mesmerized by the beauty of that place. The beach is beautiful, the water is clean and the sea is mostly calm. So it’s a perfect place if you are looking for beach holidays. There are mostly shacks, no big hotels and everything is so organized that you will always like to visit the place. The food is good and economical and the rent is also cheap. The places here are mostly occupied by the foreigners. We were told that they have clients coming to the same place for the past 15 years and they spend from one month to six months. Yes there were very few Indian tourists. We were the only ones at “ Big Fish” which has around 10-15 sacks and they used to bill us as “Indian Couple”.
Palolime has its own environment with a lot of foreign touch in it. Usually the day starts at around 9-10 with people taking a dip in the sea and enjoying the sun. The whole day is spent outside alternatively in water and sun. The beach is covered with sun beds and umbrellas and people scattered in bikinis and swimwear. As evening approaches you can see everyone dressed, the sand beach is covered with food tables with a candle at the center instead of sun beds. Each restaurant alternatively holds a music night where the singers are the usually the tourists. The place where we stayed was taken up in lease by a Nepali guy who has married a French woman. Yes, she was a regular tourist and they met here and got married. The person changed his name from “Narayan Bisht” to “Noha Bista” which was easier to pronounce by the tourists. No doubts that other restaurant staff too were inspired and awaiting their luck as they wait for the regular customers. If we talk about the discrimination -- yes it exists very much in Goa. The dollar power surely wins over rupees. Though the restaurant staff never makes us feel that way but still you can see things going around. The waiters are not in interested in communicating in Indian languages and they are more adapted to the foreign accent. So they will not get your hindi as well as your English. Everyone from the boatman, the shopkeepers, the waiters, to the the fruit sellers are well versed with foreign accent and things they need to say in that accent. Good morning, how are you? Do you have a girl friend? Take it for your friend? How beautiful? At times it was quite surprising to see someone in rags and talking such fluent accented English. The locals are ready to play with foreigners be it beach volleyball, just catch and throw or football but they don’t do it if you are an Indian. Once that happened with my husband too, when he offered to play with a local who was playing with the foreigner. That person refused, I still remember my husband was pissed and when I asked why, he told me “they play with foreigners only”. Though later on my husband made a place for himself in the football team. Another thing that I noticed that the women who used to sell seashells, jewellery and other knickknacks always avoided me. They never came up with their things to us whereas they were persuading the foreigners near me. Once I specifically called up one of the ladies asking for a seashell jewellery box and just for my vanity purchased a necklace. Neither were we approached for the massages. Yes definitely, Goa is a place where at times you feel that you are entering a foreign territory. Though there is discrimination but I will not entirely blame the local people. One of the reasons that they avoid Indians are the way they behave with tourists. Out of 10 in 9 cases the Indian men misbehave with the foreigner women. They make all efforts to touch females when they are in water. Many times we noticed foreigner ladies coming out of water as soon as they saw Indian men going there. Secondly even when coming to the beach they don’t carry the swimwear and enter in water with underwear and undershirts. You can see empty bottles carelessly thrown by Indian people. Moreover the foreigners are much more cordial with local restaurant people as compared to us.
I believe that with this campaign, the Goa government will make things easier for Indian tourists too. At the same time we also need to be more well behaved, considerate and should learn to live in harmony with the foreign tourists.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Fear Factor
Many channels are airing serials based on Fear Factor theme. Just this week colors TV started with Level 2 of Khatron ke Khiladi and for the past few days I have been watching Iss Jungle se mujhe bachao. One of the things that I wonder is the way the celebrities overcome their fears and do all the tasks whereas some of them are really too difficult. Bitten by spiders, python, crabs and still they are a part of the series. Not sure if we are born with fears, but yes, they do grow as we grow. It is always better to nip your fear when it is young but we are mostly not able to do it. If we talk about my fear, I am still struggling to get rid of deep water fear and fear of snakes.
Water-as lovely as it looks, the more deadly it is. Water has always fascinated me but I cannot enjoy it as I am scared of deep waters. To get rid of this, I took swimming classes but I think it increased my fear. Earlier I just knew the word drowning but in my swimming classes I experienced drowning and realized that within seconds what this water can do. I think that the problem was that I learned swimming very late and to add to it, before I could learn it properly I was asked to dive in deep waters. Diving was not difficult but once you come above the water we have to swim about 50 meters and reach the other end. But I never managed to reach the other end, I always drowned in the middle. So it was a regular site - me diving with full confidence and getting drowned in the middle and then the coach coming to rescue me. Last summers, I again started with my classes; however I couldn’t get rid of my fear. I can swim, but only in 5 feet water this is what I concluded. My body just gets numb as soon as I cross the safety mark so now I am not even trying beyond that line.
Snake - another dreaded thing. Thankfully, I didn’t come across many. I think just 2-3 times I have seen them from a distance of around 50 meters in their natural habitat but yes often in my dreams. My husband is just the opposite, he is a wildlife lover and doesn’t fear snake. I cancel the Corbett trip every time because of this fear. He watches the snake things a lot on Discovery TV and it appears to me that may be by this way I will be making peace with them. However, just a few days back a man was holding a python and just that made me hysteric. I shouted at him to stay away from me and that made me realize that still I am scared of them.
These are my two fears that I hope to conquer some time in my life. So, what are your fears?
Water-as lovely as it looks, the more deadly it is. Water has always fascinated me but I cannot enjoy it as I am scared of deep waters. To get rid of this, I took swimming classes but I think it increased my fear. Earlier I just knew the word drowning but in my swimming classes I experienced drowning and realized that within seconds what this water can do. I think that the problem was that I learned swimming very late and to add to it, before I could learn it properly I was asked to dive in deep waters. Diving was not difficult but once you come above the water we have to swim about 50 meters and reach the other end. But I never managed to reach the other end, I always drowned in the middle. So it was a regular site - me diving with full confidence and getting drowned in the middle and then the coach coming to rescue me. Last summers, I again started with my classes; however I couldn’t get rid of my fear. I can swim, but only in 5 feet water this is what I concluded. My body just gets numb as soon as I cross the safety mark so now I am not even trying beyond that line.
Snake - another dreaded thing. Thankfully, I didn’t come across many. I think just 2-3 times I have seen them from a distance of around 50 meters in their natural habitat but yes often in my dreams. My husband is just the opposite, he is a wildlife lover and doesn’t fear snake. I cancel the Corbett trip every time because of this fear. He watches the snake things a lot on Discovery TV and it appears to me that may be by this way I will be making peace with them. However, just a few days back a man was holding a python and just that made me hysteric. I shouted at him to stay away from me and that made me realize that still I am scared of them.
These are my two fears that I hope to conquer some time in my life. So, what are your fears?
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