Sunday, 30 November 2014

Cycle of life - Flash Fiction

The cycle of life, a convenient excuse, he thought, staring out the window, frowning.

The big fake window of the hotel room that he couldn't open, he thought gratefully.

Grateful because he knew what he'd have done had the window opened.

High up on the 15th floor, he stared down, seeing a bloody, withered, liberated version of himself.

As his family returned, dripping with the swimming pool water.

The cycle of life, he smiled to himself, closing his wallet and with it the memories.




This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Sunday, 23 November 2014

Rhyming vacations... Memories

My family and I enjoy long Road Trips. There have been trips to Agra, Jaipur, Amritsar, Mussourie and many other places from Delhi. Later the long Road Trips became longer as we even drove to Mumbai from Delhi, and back a few times.

It is easy for me to boast about how enjoyable all these trips were, now that both my kids are grown up enough to savour the experience. Travelling with kids is never easy. These long drives presented us with the challenge of making sure that the kids have fun, within the limitations of sitting in the car for long periods of time.

I remember a Road Trip when my son was around five years of age. The cramped space of the car would make him cranky and impatient.
I would try to figure out ways to keep him occupied and also have him interested in the surroundings.
The rhyme ‘Old McDonalds had a farm’ was a favourite of his from school. So we would start singing it, enjoying the different sounds that are a part of the popular nursery rhyme.



The best part was when we would try to incorporate the animals that we would see outside in the rhyme. So if we saw a goat, we would use it in this rhyme – ‘a main mainhere, and a main main there’…
This rhyme made the Road Trips, not just fun, but also a learning experience.

Another such rhyme that my son was very fond of, is ‘One Two Buckle my Shoe’.



Again I extended this rhyme beyond its normal length, to help my son learn counting.
So there’s –
‘Twenty one, Twenty two – My favourite colour is blue;
Twenty three, Twenty four – Give me chocolate more’
And so on…

These journeys and experiences made such rhymes part of our beautiful memories.

Sunday, 9 November 2014

Healthy Child, Happy Home - poem

It is silent
yet not peaceful
as she gazes at
the sleeping child

She watches
not admiring as
she usually would
rather with worried eyes

The disquiet quiet
surrounding the house
needs his energy
to have cheer back

'Do something Mummy'
he moans in pain
Her helplessness
an ache within

As he heals
the bliss returns
His health encompassing
the home with happiness


When I think of health, what do I think of…

Health is Happiness…
As I mother, one of my first thoughts is what I wrote the above lines about. When kids are unwell, the very vibe around the house changes.
‘How peaceful’ – a oft-repeated comment by grown-ups when admiring a sleeping child. But it is not the same when the child is sick and is in a restless slumber… then the comments, if any, are about the lack of energy and cheer is the environment and ‘Get Well Soon’ prayers for the child.

Prevention is better than cure…
Growing up in Delhi, the winters were a beautiful challenge to live through. Leaving for school when it was still dark outside, not wearing enough warm clothes just to be able to claim – ‘It’s not that cold’ and also, enjoying the rare ice-cream at India Gate in peak winters…
But Delhi winters can really hamper all this enjoyments, is one is not well.
That is why, it has always been standard to get ready for the challenging cold weather, by having Dabur Chyawanprash regularly. Before it would be time to bring out the woolens to get ready for the coming chill, it was always time to start with the regular supplement of the trusted Chyawanprash as immunity against the bouts of cold and cough.

Jaan Hai To Jahaan Hai…
For the longest time (it seems), every time the topic of taking care of one's health would come up, the argument quoted would be 'Jaan Hai To Jahaan Hai'... the result of growing up on 'DoorDarshan' and nothing but 'DoorDarshan'.
Somewhere along the line 'Jaan Hai To Jahaan Hai' gave way to more 'sophisticated' arguments.
Once in a while, I still quote it. And get a strange look from my kids in return. Understanding of certain statements, needs some experiences.
 But experiences or no experiences, the fact still remains ‘Jaan Hai To Jahaan Hai’.

“It is health that is real wealth and not pieces of gold and silver.” – Mahatma Gandhi

And health is a way of life. Health is an acquired lifestyle, which is more about precaution than about care… And health is happiness.
  
Just as I started this with a poem, I will end it with one too…

Twinkle in his eye
He ran, daring her to catch him

-healthy happiness



Written in response to Indiblogger's 'A Healthy Child makes a Happy Home' for Dabur Chyawanprash




Monday, 3 November 2014

The silent war - poem

image credit:  Dick Blick Art

Head bowed
he fought
silent and stubborn
With belief
he argued
quiet and tenacious
Forever alone
he attacked
softly and with love


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