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Friday, November 27, 2009

Do you know what your kid thinks?

It was just another day and it was time to prepare dinner. These days, after two kids I rarely get enthusiastic about cooking. And that was one of those rare days and I decided to make aloo gobi and phulka. My younger one started his nap at around 6.15 and I rushed to the kitchen. Cleaning the gobi and putting it in boiled water, making the dough and cutting two onions was all I could do before my younger one woke up. So I had to leave everything as it was and wait for my sister to come. When she came after about half an hour, I handed over my younger one and went back to the kitchen. And yes, that was surprising that I still had that enthusiasm. Orelse I would have kept the gobi in the fridge and settled with pickle and roti. Or in a better case would have handed over the job of cooking to my sister, with the condition that she should'nt ask for any instructions. If accidentally she asks, I would say "boil and put salt" :))
Well, back to the main stuff...I made aloo gobi and started rolling phulkas. May be because of some vibrations..my elder one wanted to do some cooking. He picked up few pans, spoons, little of the dough and little flour and started cooking in the living room. Yes, it was cooking, a noisy cooking indeed, for there was much mixing going on. My younger one too joined with his brother. I had to give him two small pans and spoons to avoid any ruffle. It was rather a rock concert in my living room. And again astonishingly I was not getting mad with the noise. After a while I told my kids, "It seems you both enjoy cooking. Am happy that after few years I wont have to cook. I could sit and relax while you both cook". My elder one retorted immediately "What job is this amma, I dont like. You cook and then compell me to eat." Myself and my sister looked at each other in astonishment. We were spell bound. I just finished making phulkas with those words echoing in my ears. It was definitely a different interpretation which I never imagined.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Loss of a loved one

My dear childhood friend has lost her father. Its very hard to digest. He was ill and I know how hard my friend and her family tried to make him recover. How much I prayed and hoped for the best. And things took a very ugly turn and I could not just accept it. I know how much uncle did for his family. Bringing up his kids - my friend and her brother and sister. He gave the best to them. And now one day he is not there...not for a few days, but permanently..I remember uncle very well and its hard for me to accept the fact that I can see him no more. And at this point I think of my friend, how much she must be feeling, her sister and brother who are sister and brother for me too....what about aunty? I just want to hug my friend and just be there for her..But situation is such that am not near her...But my heart is with her and all my thoughts and love is there for her...Though I cannot go, my thoughts are there and there alone...I tried calling her, but she didnt answer my call...And in a way thats fine as I am completely clueless what to talk...Can I give a hug over phone? Can I hold her hand and sit quietly over the phone? I know its an irrepairable loss, which will hurt forever, forever and forever. I pray for uncle's soul to rest in peace. I want to pray for my friend and her family..But how? Will any amount of prayer do anything to lessen my friend's grief? NO, NEVER, loss is a loss forever...And my dear friend, am there with you...thats all I cud say...

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Friendly chat

"When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit."

This is an excellent poem by Robert Frost. I have read many poems by Robert Frost and also few more poets, (thanks to my dad and granddad for having given many books). This poem especially comes to my mind very often. I feel its very apt for the present day lifestyle. We all have friends and ofcourse we love to spend time with friends. But in reality does it happen? If so how frequently and for how long? Do we immerse ourselves in the sweet memories of the past or do we just talk about the present - the chores, the lack of time, and so on.
I feel this poem becomes a reality, where people are ready to leave the work for few minutes and talk happily with friends and loved ones. And I wish and hope that this is possible in the present day lifestyle, or more aptly "workstyle" as I feel there is no life as such!!!!!!!

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