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The right and wrong of choices #LifeLessons

"You can choose courage or you can choose comfort. You cannot have both" - Brene Brown And it is ok to choose comfort.  This is my first instinct when I read this quote. Not because I don't feel that choosing courage is the wrong choice, but because it is implied that one should choose courage. Ideally, we would all choose courage and lead perfect lives.  "Life is unfair" - such a clichè and so very true. As true as the facts that the world is imperfect, destiny is not in our control, and that life is uncertain. "You get what anybody gets - you get a lifetime" - Neil Gaiman I think my instinctive reaction of 'it is ok to choose comfort' comes from my being a mother. I have spent years counseling my kids that at times, you choose what is right for you.  Many a time I feel happier waiting rather than taking any immediate action. And waiting takes a lot of courage. So, yes make the choice between courag

Disobedience - Parenting Struggles

The basic thought of this post comes from something I read.  Was it a quote? Was it an article? Maybe an interview? I don't remember.  If you have read about this, and know the source, please tell me in the comments below. Thanks. Disobedience in children is not always a problem.  When I discuss with other mothers about the fact that 'kids don't listen', 'they never agree to anything', etc., I often repeat 'it's good to say no'. To survive in this cruel world, it is important to be able to say 'no', to be able to disagree, to stand one's own ground. The first place our children learn to do that is at home. With us, the poor, clueless parents. If our children did everything we asked them to, if they never chose to stand up against us, imagine the spineless individuals they would grow up to be. Parenting is about teaching the little monsters to balance between the (hopefully) many yeses and few nos, and to d

Bated Breath - Flash Fiction

I don’t think I really understood the meaning of ‘Bated Breath’ before. Just as I had whispered into her ear ‘I love you’, her brother had cut into the dance. The look in his eye told me that he could sense the life-changing tension between his sister and me. I moved to the back of the room. Our eyes met across the room. She smiled. The brother looked around to see who she was smiling at, saw me, and scowled. I grinned. ©Nimi Arora

A place to call home - Count Your Blessings #4

The word 'Terminal' reminds me of Tom Hanks and his long, unplanned stay at the airport... Yes, the movie, The Terminal . The prompt, Terminal of Write Tribe Problogger challenge had me instantly thinking of the movie. Because the movie ends on a positive note, much of the anxiety that I had felt during the movie drained off.  That is why I love my movies (and books) to have happy endings. Tragic stories, and even more so, the ones with cliffhanger endings have me restless. The duration of the restlessness depends on how much I loved the story in question. Back to The Terminal... The man is without country. When I watched the movie for the first time, I thought of my grandfather telling about his experience as a refugee after the partition. The anger was obvious in his words, even decades after the experience - "We were refugees in our own country". What is it like to be without country, without home, without a place to go back to at night...

The simple times - Count Your Blessings #3

"Dil Dhoondta hai, phir wahi, fursat ke raat din" (My heart yearns, once again, the leisurely nights and days) I have always loved this song. At one time it just meant free time - the literal meaning. With time the meaning changed to 'me-time' - time to relax, to read, to meet friends. nostalgia Now it means a combination of these two and more. It means the contentment of being alone... Not feeling lonely. It means time away from negativity. It means choosing to put myself first, sometimes. And the possibility of wishing all of this without feeling guilty. In that one word, ' fursat ' (leisure), there are so many layers. Things become complicated. The good, old days of simplicity of thoughts, and the lack of worldly experience. A time when leisure could be just that - leisure. When the possibility of there being anything more to it never crossed my mind.

Pattern of our choosing - Count Your Blessings #2

There was once a man who would design new patterns of embroidery every day. He loved his job.  A colleague of his would embroider the same designs over and over again day after day. The man pitied his colleague's monotonous job. Before leaving for a week-long vacation, he convinced the boss to let the colleague take over his work for the week. The man thought he was doing his colleague a favour. He returned from the vacation to some beautiful designs by a close-to-breakdown colleague. Just as designing something new worked for the man, it was the repetitive task that his colleague was comfortable doing. "Monotony is Good" "Monotony is good" I have repeated these words often over the last few years. A couple of years of frequent traveling, followed by shifting house too often, and finally, a major problem in the family. For a while, it seemed that everything 'normal' I loved would be disturbed. The unadventurous lu