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Mom, Mam aani Majh Mann :)

Silhouette of Mother and Young Child Holding Hands at SunsetAaj majhya chimuklyacha vaadh divas.. 5 years 😀 he is a grown up boy now..

Pan aai cha mann tar ashcharyach karat rahat ki kadhi aapal chotas baaL moth hot.. Tichya saathi tar aaplya baaLabaddhal tech prem, tich kalaji, tech prashna astat.. 

Jevlas ka?? Kay kay kel aaj? Dabba khaallas ka?

Tyachi health, tyala sanskaar denyachi dhadpad, tyachya maagnya puravnyache prayatn.. thodkyat kay, to khush asava hi ichha..

Khar tar aaichh baaLapeksha niragas aste asa mhanayla kahi harkat nahi.. karan aai kadhi mothi nahi hot.. ti tar tashich rahate..

Majh hi asach kahis zaalaye. Vichar karun aashchraych vatat ki ha 5 varshacha pan zaala.. 😀

Pan ha majha hero, mala achanakach kahi na kahi anubhav det rahato.. aani mala jaaniv karun deto ki to motha hotoye.. aani mi te anubhav jagat jagat, hasat, majhya manala sangte.. ho.. majh baaL moth hotay 🙂

Kadhi eka samjuddar mulasarkh vicharto, Aai are u busy? Kadhi chidlel roop aai var vaitagat, mala usheer zaala tar ghari sangto, lights off kara, ti andhar zaala tar yeil.. Kadhi majesheer kahitari bolun jaato.. aai mi ajun thoda motha hoto aani mag mich drive karel, tu maage bas.. 😀 aani jar majhya shistichya palikade masti karaychi asel, tar agdi sahajpane sangto.. aaj tu office madhyech raha 🙂

Kadhi kadhi vatat, office aani ghar sambhalata sambhalata ashe kahi kshan aapan miss karun takle.. 

Pan haa nirnay tar majhach aahe.. ata ashe vichar kashala..

Mag vichar yeto to office madhlya lokancha.. 

Kadhi Mam, he kay, Mam te kay che prashna.. tar kadhi he asach honar kinvha nahi honar che thaam uttara.. Ithehi hotat, rusve fugve, kadhi masti, kadhi fakt kaamach kaam..

pratyekachya aayushycha pravas, jashi ek goshta.. konache gharche vishay, tar konache ghar bandhayche 🙂 pratyekachi gosht mala vegali vatate, aavadte..

Kahi tyanchyakadun shikte, kahi te hi shikat astil majhyakadun.. 

Swatala dheer denyasaathi he vichar purese thartat..

He zaal mom and mam baddhal..

Aani shevti majh mann.. business language madhye sangaych zaal tar the 3rd M of my M Triangle 🙂

Majhya iccha.. majhya aakanksha.. majh swatach ek vyaktimatva.. 

Majhye swapna… avneesh la vaadhtana baghnyache, tyachyasobat ek ghatt naat banavnyache.. tyala changl vait chi samajh denyache..

Aani kahi majhya career che, kahi tari karun dhakhavnyache.. aapli ek olakh nirman karnyache.. 

Aani kahi majhye swathache.. jag firnyache.. jagat jitke variety of food aahet te khanyache, slim honyache 😀 😀

Hech tar aahe majh vishwa.. 3 Ms of my life 😀 :D.. majhe M che trikon 😀 😀

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Posted in Life, Life-Lessons, Pain

What remains with you, is just YOU

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Situations come and go
Like the clouds they flow
They shake you, break you, tear you to the core
And then you feel, left alone on the shore

Neither the waves nor the sand or the sun
What remains there is just YOU

People become your support system
They listen, emphathise, sympathise, help
They do their best within their comfort of self
But still you feel, the lack of that holding hand

Neither the words nor the tone or pitch of their voice
What remains there is just YOU

You get sleepless, you get scared
Anger, frustration, helplessness is aired
You console, you doubt, you shout
You hate your own self, you hate the clout

Neither these feelings nor the curses or the screams
What remains there is just YOU.

Love yourself, take care of your heart
Because what remains with you is just YOU.

Posted in Being Myself, Experiences, Family, Life, Life-Lessons, Love, Relationship, Women's Day

Dear women, what if?

i1Attending a funeral, I had a silent chaos in me.  In the midst of prayers, cries, sorrow, hopelessness, I had a several questions running all around my mind. What if something happens to me? What if my family has to go through all this? What if.. a millions of what ifs..

All of us know that life and death are cycles of nature. Neither of it is in our control. We know these facts very well. All the spiritual books re-enforce the same thing again and again. We have been brought-up with the same teachings.

Still, when we loose someone dear, it is so difficult to cope-up with the loss. The brain stops working and all the realities around us look unfair. No matter how much support we get from the others, the loss can never be replaced.

On the occasion of women’s week, I want to tell all the women reading this, please take care of yourself, your health – mental and physical. We tend to prioritise our family over everything else, and in that rush, we miss to look after ourselves.

We ensure our family is fed well, but miss our meal times because of home chores.

I have seen many mothers cooking everyday for their husbands, in-laws, kids but having left-over food for themselves. I have seen women taking care of their family’s smallest of the pain, but ignoring the neck-back-knee pains, labelling it as “manageable”.

NO. THIS IS NOT RIGHT.

You are the anchor of your family. And the anchor needs to be strong for the boat to not sink or loose its way.

Can you imagine your family, if anything happens to you? They have created innumerous dependencies on you. From searching of their cloths, to food, to maintaining bills, to home chores, to social life to everything – you are the centre of everything, you are the centre of their world. And, you do take pride in this, Dont You? You love the feeling that without your presence, this home can’t even perform basic chores.

Of course, it is that feeling you must cherish. You have worked hard enough to earn this.

But don’t forget that with all this, unknowingly you are increasing your responsibilities towards your own health, your own healthy being.

If anything happens to you, a daughter will never be able to feel her achievements, a son will loose all the motivation towards success, a husband will be thrown in the world of loneliness – and your parents? Their sorrow will be beyond your imagination.

Everyone has to leave this world one day to unite with the divine power.

Let that be natural. Let us not invite that moment because we did not look after ourselves. Because we ignored our health. Because we didn’t have time.

Dear women, please think about this.

Posted in Being Myself, Emotions, Happiness, Life, Life-Lessons, Love, Romance

आयुष्य कसं..

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आयुष्य कसं.. डोळ्यात चमकणाऱ्या स्वप्नासारखं हवं
हसतं, खेळतं स्वतःच्याच रंगात गुंतलेलं
कधी घेत उंच भरारी, कधी छोट्याश्या आशेची एक कळी
कधी कर्तबगारीचा जिना तर कधी  हळूवार चढावी अशी पायरी

 

आयुष्य कसं.. वाहत्या निर्मळ नदीसारखं हवं
स्वच्छंद, स्वतंत्र, सतत पुढे वाहत राहणारं
कधी खळखळता आवाज, कधी धबधबा तर कधी संथ
कधी सर्वांना सामावून घेणारं तर कधी कोणाचंच न ऐकणारं

 

आयुष्य कसं.. त्या लपाछपी खेळणाऱ्या इंद्रधनुष्यासारखं हवं
सर्व रंगानी सजलेलं असूनही, पावसासोबतच येणारं
जेवढी गरज तेवढंच दिसणारं
कधी निसर्गात सौंदर्य भरणारं, तर कधी स्वतःलाच सुंदर समजणारं
कधी लांबूनच मन प्रसन्न करणारं, तर कधी जवळ असूनही हातात न येणारं

 

आयुष्य कसं.. अगदी साधं सोपं असावं
 
प्रेमाची ओढ लावणारं, प्रेमात चिंब भिजलेलं
Posted in Being Myself, Emotions, Experiences, Life, Life-Lessons, Uncategorized

The lost world

lostworldSundays for working women are typically the most hectic ones. All the preparation done on this day defines how smooth or chaotic the week ahead is going to be. Hence, there is a constant caution given to the lazy mind not to get distracted seeing the cozy pillows and the bed and the TV and the “rest day” theory labelled for this “action packed” day.

However, as most of the poets would agree, mind has limited control over a strong heart and if heart has a strong desire to convince us that we need rest for ourselves, no power on earth can control this happenings.

Last Sunday was a similar story for me. Morning was a motivated one, with a to-do list ready over a cup of coffee and a clear plan on goals of the day and an achievers feeling about my great planning skills.

My day was flowing well, exactly as per my plan. And then came a trailer on the TV. Coming soon – movie – the lost world. Something in me got hooked to it. Not that I love seeing the scary dinosaurs, but the title – THE LOST WORLD.

I sat and thought to myself. Where is my world? Am I living in it? Or is it lost as well? These questions disturbed me. Come on, what all nonsense are you thinking – said my inner self. But deep down, I knew. These questions were real. They were staring at me, waiting for answers – the REAL answers.

My thoughts kept wandering. Has life become just a routine to follow? Or a race to ensure perfection, hoping someone will appreciate it – and then hiding the disappointment behind an “understanding” face?

Where are the laughs that had no reason, just had a comfort of being together? Where are the dreams that kept me energised to face every day? Where are the success stories that made me feel an achiever? Where are the failures that reinforced presence of my dear ones when I needed a shoulder?

Has it become a rat race? Really?

All the motivational books and the inspiring blogs teach us that life is how we take it. Our positive thoughts are going to shape a positive and happy life for us. Listen to music and you will feel good, watch a movie, get that immersive experience and come out of the theatre with a feeling of – let me do something!

But is that what the heart wants? How much can you really motivate yourself? What if someone just did something to make you smile? What if someone just cared enough about your feelings? What if answer to all your frustrations was just a hug away? What if someone was with you – just unconditionally?

Aren’t these magical things more powerful than those external stories from the outside world?

I was left with a messy mind, with questions travelling in all directions. Still.

And then my ears heard an innocent voice – Mumma, I am hungry! 🙂 🙂

May be god has his own way of reminding you of what you should care about, what is important and what makes your life beautiful!!

Posted in About Me, Aspirations, Being Myself, Emotions, Family, Life, Life-Lessons, Love, Memories, Power, Uncategorized

A letter from a working mother to her son

mother-and-son-5Since last couple of days, I have come across a lot of articles on mothers – working and non-working ones.

The working mothers most of the times feel the pressure of managing family and work – they carry a bit of guilt of not spending enough time with their kids and how they sometimes miss the most important moments when their kids are growing.

On the other hand, there are feelings expressed by the non-working ones that reflect how they choose motherhood over career, how they left their well-paying settled jobs just to be with their kids and cherish each and every moment.

And then I sit and wonder – where do I fit in?

As the mother’s day approach near, I would like to tell something to you my son – through this letter.

I want to tell you, that I am a working woman and I work because I have the passion to work – more than the need. I enjoy the status of “getting noticed” in the crowd. I dream of being a respectable and recognised professional. I work to fulfil my ambitions.

Then you may have a question for me – that – mom, are your dreams and ambitions more important than me?

No, my son, absolutely not. You are the most precious gift I have got in my life. There is nothing more important than you – not even my own self.

I stepped back from my dreams when you came in my life, and I will always do the same whenever you will need my complete attention – without any second thought.

But by me working, there are a lot of lessons I can teach you – that may not be as effective otherwise.

Do remember my son, I don’t want to teach you feminism, I want to cultivate that in you by giving you those experiences. I want you to know that like your dad, your mom shares equal responsibilities and enjoy equal authority at home.

I want you to remember that as I have you in my life, I have my parents too, who have struggled enough to ensure I succeed in life. Would it be a nice thing to be dependent on my spouse to take care of them? Or should I leave them with whatever available resources they have – even though I have the capabilities to give them a better life?

Yes I do miss some moments where I wish I didn’t have this hat of a working women. But then, don’t I have hats of all other relations that I maintain within the family? Aren’t there times when I was away from you for a family emergency in your grandparent’s home. So my son, don’t relate my working with me being away from you. We just have a lot of things to manage at the same time.

You may say that, mom, you only taught me that money can’t buy happiness. My son, don’t ever under estimate working with earning. Earning is one benefit why people work, but then there are many more such things above money – satisfaction, self-respect, confidence – a complete package.

Money is the mean to lead a life as per your wish.  Money is not life.

Whether working or not working, your smile is the most affectionate thing I crave for. Your upbringing is the most important responsibility of my life.

I take pride in ensuring that I capable of being your support system – in whichever form you need. I am a happy person and I want you to be the same – without guilts, without sacrifices, without any burden on the heart.

I just have a silent wish – that when you grow up as a mature adult – you come to me and say – Mumma, I am proud of you!

 

Posted in About Me, Being Myself, Emotions, Experiences, Family, Human Behaviour, Life, Life-Lessons, Memories, Relationship

Mom’s lap.. ♥

Mom 1My mom – the first one to know me when I was not even born. The one who cared me before me seeing this world, the one who understood me before even me understanding myself. The first and the most special relation I made in my life.

That’s what god says – “just because I can’t be present everywhere, I have given you a mom” 🙂

When I was born, my mom would have felt that I completed her world. I am sure she spent all these years dreaming about my future, praying for my well-being, protecting me from all the evils of the world.

In my childhood, she molded me to be a good human-being, gave me values of life that define what I am today, became a teacher (rather the most strict teacher :P) so I get the importance of education, played with me as a friend, taught me value of social life and the various relations that we hold. She sacrificed her own dreams for me and would have seen them come true through me.

Like a potter, she molded the pot of my life ♥

As I grew to the most rebellion age of teen, friends became priority. Mom became a character who imposes restrictions all the time. Listening to friends and being with them all the time was like a prestige of life, ignoring what mom had to say about it. Mom was like a old-fashioned person in life.  Though I loved her so much that time as well, I never bothered to tell her the same. She was more of a person whom I can take for granted anytime and everytime.

Mom silently absorbed all that and still kept caring the same way as she was.

Then came the age of early twenties. Mind and heart were full of dreams of bright future, college, career. Enjoyment of life was at the fullest.  New friends, new jobs, new environments kept coming and going and I got too involved in these attractions. Mom was at home, for me, just to be informed where I am. That’s it. Yeah, sometimes to order her to cook my favorite dishes.

Mom still adapted to whatever I did.

When I told her that I want to marry the person I love, of course her dreams of my marriage would have got scattered. However, just for my happiness, she agreed and made sure the biggest event of my life was made the most memorable one.

Even today, when I am busy managing work and home, she keeps calling me everyday to know my well-being. Sometimes I speak with her sometimes, sometimes disconnect her calls when I am in meetings, sometimes forget to call her back due to work, but she has not given up her consistency.

That’s what my mom is!!

Today, when I am taking this journey to be a mom soon, I realize what all my mom has done for me and what all I have given her in return.

Of course I never forgot my responsibilities towards her health, towards giving her those small surprises on her birthday and all, but when I look at what she has done for me, they all look too small to be done for her.

I feel lucky to have her in my life and feel sorry that I couldn’t do much for her that she really deserved.

I feel like silently putting my head in her lap and ask her forgiveness. I am sure whatever stage of life I am, my mom’s lap is the most secure place for me in this whole world where I will get unconditional love without any second thought.

Love you mom!