I think every man secretly wishes to live a life of a woman , at least for a day. And if it is not true- they have no clue what they are missing out!
Being a Woman is super awesome…and here are just 10 out of million reasons, why…
1. I am aMOTHER
This one has to top the chart; we are designed to grow a tiny human inside us. Isn’t that too cool? I mean, I have always been amazed by nature’s ways but this one is the ultimate. And this particular trait will definitely make me want to come to this planet as a woman, again and again.
Only a girl can do justice to this term. Ever heard of two men being the best pals who meet over random coffee dates, have long phone conversations, discuss shades of colours ( mauve or teal) or just be silly-high? Even if it does happen- doesn’t sound half as fancy!
3. I have those Curves
Beauty with B**** ( fill in the blanks, use your brains!) And we can totally woo the opposite sex with these arms! We can be hot as hell!
4. Actions speak louder than words
It’s mostly a patriarchal society that we live in, but we women have, time and again, proven that we are no less than men. And I think we can totally surpass the male lot at multitasking. ALSO, we believe in both words and actions!
5. Argumentative Indian
..and we are the leaders. We are born speakers. We are good listeners. We have the best communication skills. We are great executors. What else do you need!
6. One- Two- Many…
Orgasms! Yes. We can enjoy multiple orgasms. Period! (and have the ability to fake them too, if we wish to)
7. Enjoy girlie benefits
When we make an entry, someone is there to open the door for us. Chairs are pulled out when we want to sit. Special railway reservations, special queues, special treatment….aha!
8. We are always our daddy’s little girls
and that’s so special.
9. Behind every successful woman is, She – HERSELF.
We are a power house of talent, patience, grace and affection. We are the best keepers and also the best healers. We never fail to nudge ourselves and stand up, when the going gets tough!
10. I can be a Mom Blogger
With all respect to the daddy bloggers out there, but trust me – our giveaways are better than yours! Hehe!
This blog post is a part of #Womensdayblogparty
I would like to thank Nimmy Joseph for introducing me. Read her post for this blog party here https://purpledreamsbynv.wordpress.com/2018/03/02/fun-female-privileges-id-like-to-pass-on-to-men/
Also do go to my friend Ruta’s blog post on http://www.mommathejuggler.wordpress.com to read her perspective on the topic.
A butter-pink hard cover with just SO MUCH inside it.
Let’s take a tour.
Here’s how the opening page looks like. I like the use of simple and fun words.
Being an avid stationary lover, I look for journals or planners with cute stickers. They just make your log happy and inviting. So, this particular planner comes with 2 pages of these colourful stickersn and 1 that of black and whites.
Next is the individual MONTH page.
Each month has a starter page where you can note down your important dates and To Do list.
And then there is an individual column for EACH day. This is where you record your activities, happenings and thoughts for each day!
And these one page Doodles!
“Not the end…Just the Begining” is what says the Back cover of the planner with a small pouch attached to it. You can use this pouch to keep your bills, passport photographs, visiting cards handy.
Who is Alicia Souza:
Alicia Souza has been drawing since a kid, but unlike many kids, she just never stopped! And after working on many brands, corporate products, she has finally got together a range she can call her own. Expect a constantly changing range with kooky characters and wonky personalities on products that you’d love to have or give! Her products are proudly made in India, with all the love and care in the world.
From where did I get to know about this planner : INSTAGRAM Ads
How much does it cost: 1199 INR; free shipping to Pune
The best features: Detailing, ample space to make categorised notes, very pretty
From where to you order: https://www.aliciasouza.com/
Do they only make planners: NO. They have Calendars, Notebooks, Jotbooks, Stamps, Postcards, Letterpads, Apparel, Home decor and other accessories
If you are still looking for a planner to help you plan your days better, you can give this one a shot. It’s wonderful.
This is, undeniably, one of the most discussed and fret over aspectS of raising a child, especially a toddler. Yes, I am guilty too.
There was a time when Toshyth was down with a bad bronchial infection and just gave up on eating. He would only survive on milk. And that would lead to humongous amount of anxiety in me.
Advices poured in.. ‘Let him go hungry. He will himself ask for food’. ‘Give him bite sized food in regular intervals’. ‘Does he like sweet? Make everything sweet.’
Been there, done that. And now, I can confidently say that I have learnt the rules of the game. Not by solely going with what people said, but by sheer experience.
We, as parents have to understand few things very clearly.
Every child is not the same. So, if Shiraj has 5 meals a day, it’s not necessary that Toshyth will also do the same! ( Umm…who’s Shiraj?!?!)
This is a time tested one – There are phases in a child’s growing age and they are not permanent. So, you have to believe that This Too Shall Pass and One fine day he/she will start eating better!
Body type,eating capacity,eating habits of the family matter. They do guys. So a lean guy can eat a lot and still be lanky! Metabolism – heard that word?
And it is no way going to help our children by constantly telling them that they are not eating enough. This sends a wrong message to them. We should stop discussing our children’s eating habits in front of THEM. We can choose to go to a corner and vent, but not in front of the kids.
Consistency is the key.
What worked for Toshyth when he became a picky eater:
A mealtime routine: When I shared Tosh’s eating troubles with a friend and how worried I was, she told me – how important is it to have a meal routine for a child, just like we have a sleep or play routine. Everyday, at around the same times, telling the child that now we are going to have our meal- wash hands, encourage him to set the table with you, sit down, serve food and start eating. And it worked wonders for us and Toshyth. Yes, he showed interest in eating!
Also, I do not give him options anymore. I don’t say – “If you don’t want to eat egg curry, what would you like to have, instead!” This approach tells them that they can play around with choices, delay eating time and finally get their way.
I have also learnt that by putting conditions like, “if you finish your vegetables, only then you get to eat the dessert”, do not go a long way. Also, here, we are kind of glorifying the dessert and making him focus more and only on the dessert. Doesn’t help in the long run.
It’s okay for a toddler to not finish everything served to him. If you think he had a decent amount of food to thrive on, do not chase him for the last bite. Force feeding has never helped anyone.
We avoid keeping biscuits, chocolates, breads, regular tid bits in our kitchen. Our kids are very smart to know, what and where are we storing stuff. These snacks, when given to our children, only fill them up (zero nutrition) and interferes with their timely meals. Encourage snacking on fruits.
No one likes eating same old food everyday. We try to bring variation and enhance the taste with different herbs and spices.
The food that we serve should look appetising; be it for our kids or anybody!
Every child has his favourite food. Toshyth loves eating poori with any subji. We treat him with his favourite food at least twice a week.
Everyone has the same food in our family. We do not cook Toshyth’s food separately. So we have all our food minus chillies and hot spices. That encourage us, the adults, to have few bites of green chillies with our meals ( you know green chillies are a great source of Vit C and K!)
One last thing that has really helped me is to talk FOOD with Toshyth. So, even when I am feeding him or he is self feeding- I ask him, what is that he is having. Sometimes, he thinks through it and answers! It is great to be aware of what we are eating. And starting early helps. Also, he watches me cook in the kitchen and I take him through the cooking process- chopping, frying, adding spices to the dish… and most of the times, he is excited about trying that dish for his lunch or dinner. Or we can always encourage them to eat fruits and vegetables by saying that these food will make them stronger! They will also have good skin and hair if they ate fish! Statements like these are much more original than, if you eat an apple you will get to play outside 🙂
With these ideas and some planning, we have successfully turned our fussy eater to a happy eater. Toshyth, now, enjoys his meal times and looks forward to eating.
Sometimes, we are so much after having an empty plate without absolutely no left over that we tend to forget and not accept that the child has had a fair amount of food, served. Gulity?
As parents, we definitely need to be watchful about our kid’s weights and wellbeing when they say NO to food. And we also have doctors to guide us through in extreme cases.
So, let us start small, not rush, have faith and make it fun. And trust me, there is nothing as great as feeding a hungry toddler….so let them be a little hungry 🙂
P.S. I will try and share some recipes of toddler meals in my upcoming posts. Stay tuned!
When I started this blog ( okay, here, I think I have many blogs and I am not telling you the names… many blogs because, I was totally incapable of understanding how it worked, so I ended up creating multiple URLs)…so, yes, when I started this particular blog, I thought I would write about my journey and things I saw while walking it (very closely- that’s just the default ME).
The journey continued, writing took a back seat. And here is my one out of many attempts to keep this space alive.
I too have a list of resolutions for this year. Realistic? Yes. Very much. One of the primary ones is to contribute to this BLOG. I am not a guest blog on my own blog right? So, write and post MORE.
Recently I have been posting a lot on Instagram. Actually, it all came with a contest run by some mom bloggers. There is this team called #WeAreRealMoms or #WARM in short. I happened to take part in the December edition and got lucky. Yes, I won some goodies 🙂
The contest was on for a month and as part of daily challenges, I had to post everyday. There were deadlines and that needed me to put up my thinking hat. So, writing and clicking pictures happened. And once the contest got over, I started missing out on those everyday challenges, that actually made so much sense.
Then, I wrote some one-liners and called them quotations by @clikoclock (That’s my Instagram handle). I am still at it 🙂
And my 2 and a half year old not so little man has been growing up at the fastest pace. I also started recording and sharing his life snippets.
And I am mostly in my kitchen- COOKING for my dear patrons. I have these fabulous food stories to share too.
No derth of content that is! But, if you are wondering- how does that work…we cannot call it a mommy blog, this is also not going to be a food blog, neither a travel blog nor a fashion blog- what is it then?
‘It’s a closer spot’ at whatever and everything BLOG. Or we can call it a LIFE blog. Larger objective would be to connect with like-minded audience/readers, share stories and make this space as interactive as possible. You can expect pictures, reviews and LIFE experiences here.
Recently came across some beautiful illustrations by Soosh, and this one is my absolute favourite.
you can find more of her amazing work at http://vskafandre.com/app/#/home
I spent my childhood in a small town of Arunachal Pradesh. Life was different in there! Happiness was not a concept! I felt it in me, day in and day out. And there was a special love-affair that I had with my father.
Sudden and long power-cuts used to call for “extreme joy” ( for me at least) as that was our time for the great hand puppet show. With the glimmering light of a candle kept at a distance, I, with my father formed all sorts of animals and birds on the walls! They looked so real to me. He would whistle tunes of songs and asked me to guess the names..I did a great job there, just that, could never catch up with his whistling skills.
I was very mindful about my time with my Dad. Few things were customary for us to do together!
Who goes to the post office with him?
Who accompanies him to the bank?
No one else washes his car with him.
Who taught me how to check if the eggplant that you were buying from the market had worms ?!
What do you do, every year, in December?
“Go to the card shop with my father and buy greeting cards for friends and family”
And a slightest of change in the pattern would break my heart!
I picked up a lot of things from my father…all good ,bad and ugly. Some things that I am thankful and proud of. I have always seen him, trying, before saying- ” No, I can’t or It’s not possible”. He tried, and tried again. And most of the times it was a triumphant victory.
I try to follow suit and repeat, “Never say never!” And with time, I have realized, it indeed makes your journey a little easier to walk with this thought or belief!
With all the love and mush also came tough punishments. Poor scores (always, always in Maths) would call for heavy scolding and not talking. I used to be extremely sad with this ‘no-talking’ business. But that never helped me in going beyond the dislike towards the subject and study harder! So, the scores were pretty much consistent and also the silence from time to time.
P.S:Physics and Chemistry were the other two super villains of that time, but definitely after the Messy-Maths!
We broke our hush by writing letters to each other…which turned into sophisticated emails, with time. We poured our hearts out there. And slowly it became very awkward to not run for a bone-crushing hug. Definitely we missed each other soooooo much.
My father had (still has) a black notebook in which he wrote things that interested him. He also added some interesting recipes in it… Paneer bahaar, Kebabs, Rezala and Paratha, Momos, Kadhai chicken (I, at least know the names by heart).
Every time, we expected guests at home (almost every weekend), I saw him open that book and read out loud the ingredients to our help, who would help him in the prep-work. And, I would intently watch the entire show and soak in the aroma of the lovely spices. For Mutton Roganjosh, he would stand still, right in front of the pot and add milk to the meat with a tablespoon, one at a time. He would follow the recipe impeccably. And he would give it a final stir and say, “Fatafati hoeche, bujhli” (It has come out awesomely, you know). And that twinkle in his eyes *hearts*
My father lost his dad, when he was just 3 months old. He has always told me, how he saw other’s fathers and had an image of a perfect father in his mind. He tried his best to be that PERFECT father for us. And he surely did a good job.
A beautiful movie, a soulful song, a good read…I can only think of my Dad as one of my best partners, when we both have our share of good cry, a mad laugh, a clown-like act, a serious face, a dirty fight, a super ego clash, a silent sob, a loud call….Babaaaaa 🙂
The person who helped me know my knees, who treated me as his special baby and at times…became a child himself, who is trustful, heroic yet a pile of Love…I call him my Father. All I know is, wherever I end up in life, not a bit is going to change between us.
I was planning to sit down and start writing for a long, long time now. And like always, there was something that kept me away from this one. Even now, I feel my tired eyes need their well deserved rest..and here I go and hit the bed..hoping to bring myself together, once again and write..may be tomorrow, may be some day. Good night!
This is some 4 months after I intended to write a post. With an ever growing toddler in the house, it is quite difficult to make some time for…well…
A ‘Me’ Time – most importantly with a sharp and ready to work MIND of your own. Because if you fail to achieve that state, next thing what you do is, take a nap by his side.
Work on a Computer, at the same time, try and keep your baby off it. No Screens, you see!
Strive for some inner peace- in between- flu shots, appetite slump, UTI checks, ‘NO’ commands, struggles to make sense of your child’s needs when he goes…aaanhh…atttaaa…tadaaa…bab…ajiii…!
I was never a regular writer here, though. But, I always had these mind scribbles that I wanted to store somewhere. And they say, it is also a good idea to keep your sanity in one place.
So, before I begin a new journey of my doodles, let me quickly do a recap of last two years of my sabbatical.
I became a Mother of a beautiful baby boy- Mr. Toe ( my friend gave this name to my son and now, I feel I should use this here- more like an e-name!). Now, that pretty much explains about nine months,straight. But, for me, it went a little more than the ususal calculated time, you know! With my very active foetus in my uterus, there grew a fat and mammoth being, named- Obelix. (Scientific name: Fibroid). Yes yes, we are Asterix fans.
So, everyday, there was this quintessential fight between Mr. Toe and Obelix over Food And Water, (read nutrition and blood). And, all I was supposed to do was keep calm, take power-ups (progesterone shots), eat good amount of protein, iron and other right stuff and wait! I was told by my green-eyed Gynaec, (read good looking and other relevant adjectives) to put my feet up- that actually sounded great, but soon it turned out to be very boring and tiring!
My system soon started to misbehave and went haywire. Obelix became obese and with additional weight of Mr.Toe, all on one poor Uterus, my body like a fool prepared itself for a very early delivery rewarding me with a wrenching pain, like I felt my pelvis was tearing apart! ( Symphysis pubis dysfunction). This was as early as just 17 weeks of my pregnancy.
Now, suddenly one fine day, Obelix felt all unattended and just to grab the limelight- went into a phenomenal changing process, with a very fancy name- Red Degeneration. While I was rushed to the hospital after a long excruciating pain ( over 36 hours), my doctor ( I could barely feel his charm that day) moved the transducer up and down my lower abdomen to show us that Mr.Toe has been keeping all well- despite of all the Red, Blue , Green done by the Obelix, and in few seconds we all breathed a sigh of relief as Toe took a somersault to kick the Obelix hard! ( We actually saw that on the monitor!).
The next moment, the nurse was shoving pain killers and antibiotics up my vein to calm my system down. Now, this is fairly hazy, but yes, it was sometime around then when I felt that all the unceasing pain, I was living with was a part of me. A standard, normal being. I stopped fighting it and accepted it with all my heart. And that is what people around me advised me to do. I asked myself to do the same.
I became flat. Like a millpond. Toneless.
I started seeing my days pass by in front of me. Mornings, day times, ouch, pain, noons, evenings,excruciating pain, some more pain, more, nights, mid nights, pain! But, flat, numb. I could feel my baby kick me…I counted them. But they were just some strikes! They were not enough to nudge my emotions.
And then, on 30th of May, 2015, late in the night I was wheeled to the hospital for an emergency C-section. Half past mid night I heard a croaking sound along with a visual of a tiny baby and the faint voice of my good looking doctor came into my ears,” So, Shaonli. It’s a Boy”. All I did was..close my eyes. (And my mind must have said, so what…now, leave me alone).
It wasn’t “The happiest moment of my life”…I DID NOT forget all my pain after seeing my baby…There wasn’t any tear of happiness. I proved all the mush written in some baby books and shown in movies- WRONG. But, how was that possible to not feel attracted to your newborn child? So, not correct..is what I thought.
I started lactating after 48 hours! No big deal. Feeding marathons. A crying creature was brought to me, whenever he felt hungry and the moment he was full- was taken away for burps and blahs! And he came back in next 1.5 hrs again.
The morning sunshine burnt my eyes, I did not like it. Still don’t. I used to draw my room’s curtains and be with the baby. I couldn’t nap with my son and stayed up. And things got worse. Another one- “Sleep when your baby sleeps”. Sorry, doesn’t happen with me.I tried hard. I was exhausted, anxious, weak and vulnerable. And a pile of numbness. I was dying to feel that profound love towards my son. I was dying to feel at least something. No luck. All I felt was empty and wasted.
I was missing out on the first smile, the first gurgle, and the many firsts of my child! I was diagnosed to have postpartum depression and anxiety. Very common you know. All you have to do is, talk it out, pop some pills may be, think happy thoughts and you will be back in say 6-7 months! Not always. NOT ALWAYS.
So, I was prescribed a solid dose of Setraline (a form of SSRI…umm..an antidepressant) to control my symptoms of depression. Not just that. I could not feed my baby for 6 hours after having it! Some more GUILT? Why not? Now, that a baby can thrive on formula and the mother needs to be healthy for the well being of her child- these theories do not really get into the brain of the person suffering from PPD/PPA, so easily. Trust me.
To add to my ordeal, I was hit by Insomnia, wherein I did have enough time to sleep in between the feeds and other stuff, but I could not sleep at all. It was tremendously draining. My eyes were tired and my body wanted to give up- and NO SLEEP. I was advised to pop up a pill before bedtime, send my baby to a different room for the night (anyway I was not supposed to feed him for 6 hours straight) and wait! I was in a weird half-baked situation. I was emotionally numb, yet a plethora of sadness…I desperately wanted to sleep, yet sending my baby off to a different room made my heart sink. Initially, I would wake up in the middle of the night, on a wet sheet-wet by my breast milk! Well the foolish Oxytocin did not understand the sudden change in feed schedule! (a break of 6 hrs)….But it did settle down quickly!
P.S: Mr. Toe was on formula for the night and rounds of questioning (by family and random people) as of why was I putting him on formula when I produced enough milk…that’s another story! A bag full of self-condemnation.
I started going for my therapies. A diaper bag, pumped breast milk, a nanny, my father or mother OR Both, and Tiny-Toe (all of 2.5 months) followed me. I told my psychologist that I felt as if I was looking through a screen. My vision was Foggy and Cloudy (And it still is!!). My therapist told me, it was a common symptom of depression and is called Derealization/Depersonalisation. Whaaa? Common? Who feels foggy and has a blurred eyesight despite of having an all clear report to an eye test! And what about “the” part where you feel you are living out your body, everything seems to be unreal – like a dream. “It is termed as Depersonalisation, dear”- said Priyanka, my beautiful therapist.
With time, I stopped spotting myself as the person I was, instead my being became synonymous to the symptoms I experienced!
My little Toe started growing up just too fast. And each morning I used to get so exhausted even before starting my day with him. I read to him, sang songs, gave him a bath but everything was so superficial. That is not me! Everytime I had to pinch myself to feel real or splash ice cold water on my face to feel grounded. And there, right in front my eyes, my baby turned one.
I took tons of pictures to keep the memories alive and whenever I get time I flip through them. They make me smile. Again, memory is an issue here. Something I just did this morning feels like- has been done almost a week back! Yes, it’s that edgy and bad.
So, we had a Jungle Theme party for our Big boy on his first birthday. And we completed 12 months, together! With medication, crazy feeding times, therapies, burps, immunizations, colic pains, brain fog, afternoon naps, lullabies, anxiety attacks, introducing solids….It all went in a jiffy.
I know, it is going to take some time for me to heal. I know I have to see the pictures and catch up on my son’s growing up for a while. I know it is not going to be easy. I know I will give up and get up to try again. But, I would remind myself again and again that my illness, my symptoms are not going to change who I am. I am the same zealous girl I used to be who always believed in trying and trying again….who always loved with all her heart and cried like a baby. Yes, it’s little misty in here but that is going to lift and get better.
Note: Finally finished this piece and my son just turned 19 months!