The Birth of Yet Another Blogger!
At 43, I can no longer contain my need to express. I
haven’t been the quiet, holding-everything-within-me kind of person and yet, if
I am truly honest, whatever I have expressed even at my lowest low, has been
well edited. Sometimes, it is easier to let yourself known to an audience whom
you don’t know than to those close and trusted well wishers. Sounds vague,
doesn’t it? It isn’t though, for you are not looking for endorsement or
appreciation from people you don’t know but you are afraid to be judged by those
that matter.
Musings while unlearning has been born on impulse
amidst a frustrating morning that has begun badly. I have been wanting to blog
for a while but it seemed complicated, the domain name didn’t seem right, the
fire in the belly was put out and many such nonsensical reasons. Today,
however, the emotional explosion has made it unbearable to keep within!
The domain name made itself clear to me as the only
way to change my life. I have to unlearn those seemingly all important values
which I now stuff down my children’s throats and which I have lived by all my
life. My values don’t seem to fit in, in today’s world.
I begin to try and unlearn the biggest source of
frustration lately-PUNCTUALITY! I am
looked at as an unreasonable almost-senile old hag in the making, for expecting
people to show up on time! The driver of the battered van who comes late (after
I make at least two phone calls) ensuring that my son reaches his classes
consistently late, has the audacity to tell me that it isn’t his hobby to delay
children and that he can’t control traffic. When asked why he couldn’t start
fifteen minutes earlier catering for traffic, he hung up on me!
The domestic help, who joined work after putting
forward her terms and conditions, setting the time as per her convenience
leaves me waiting for an hour or more , sometimes not turning up at all, gapes
at me when questioned and asks, “Aap toh kaam pe nahi jaati na, toh itna chik
chik kyun?”(You don’t go to work, so why all this fuss?) I am left seething but
I have been forbidden to ask for help by the good natured society-sweeper. She
says it’s embarrassing to ask for someone to work for me as they say, “woh
time-wala amma..ababaa! Nakko” (That Amma who keeps talking about time…no way).
Having been born to a super punctual father and over
the years a well trained punctual mother (My father having served with the IAF)
and having then served with the IAF myself and married to an IAF officer too,
punctual is the only way to be. In fact, at home if anyone is chided for being
late on a holiday it’s me!! My kids are still under training.
Recently, my daughter comes in five minutes late
after playing, to see a fuming mother and instead of being apologetic, she says
nonchalantly, “My friends were asking why you were so strict about time; their
mothers are cool! They stay out till seven, sometimes seven thirty.”She then
sees my expression getting worse, perhaps smoke coming out from my ears but
quickly adds, “In fact, the mother of two of my friends are teachers and even
they are not strict!” This really gets to me and I rant and rave about teachers
being so casual and about what values they would possibly impart. Meanwhile, my
daughter and her brother are now giggling over some private joke, having got me
off their backs. It was now those invisible teachers who were at the receiving
end of my tirade!
Has “time and tide wait for none” become obsolete? Is
punctuality only meant for those in uniform?
Straight from the heart...well begun... Wishing you many more...
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DeleteVery well written dear.. enjoyed reading... looking forward to read more.. All the best :)
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DeleteWell done , way to go, just keep at it. All the best.
ReplyDeleteAll for time. Wonderful beginning. Just keep pouring it out!!
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ReplyDeleteHungry for more ...keep pouring
ReplyDeleteTotally had me in splits! {Though I am sure.. that definitely wasn't the intended reaction ;)}
ReplyDeleteAlmost felt like you were talking to me in person! Absolutely loved the impersonations.. still smiling thinking of the kich kich wali amma bit.. Lol :)
Keep the thoughts flowing.. and the same way, pens made way for keyboards.. keep punching the keys and hoping to read a lot more of your musings! :)
Thank you :D I hope to keep them flowing!
DeleteFinally... A blogger... Am so happy.. And i loved this one.. Way to go!!
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DeleteWonderful ... waiting for more ... way to go
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DeleteSo refreshing to read something that comes straight from the heart..honest and amusing stories stemming from the frustration and chaos of a mother's typical day. Love it. Keep writing. Much love ��
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DeleteGreat going!Engaging write up.
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DeleteI think you should have done this a long ago. So good to read your thoughts. And the best thing is, I can actually see you speaking all what you have written, and your million dollar smile. All the best for unlearning the learnt part
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