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Rams VS Sitas.. I wonder..

coupleRamayan, the most honoured epic known to us is a story of Ram and Sita, or Siyaram, as people call them with love – THE IDEAL COUPLE.

Ram, the obedient, law abiding, calm, intelligent, man who is a perfect son, brother and husband. Sita, on the other hand is a perfect life partner supporting her husband is good and bad times.

They have 1 life, 1 goal.

Since my childhood, I have heard Ramayan reference many times. Even the television has taken this gist and made serials that portray couples as nice to each other as Siyaram.

But I wonder..

Today is a time of nuclear families, where both Sitas and Rams are running to make a good life. They strive day and night to maintain a decent standard of living.

It’s not a 1 life, 1 goal anymore.

Of course they do make a family, raise children, given them the childhood they deserve, as pampered as possible, maintain a social life.

Both they do have their individual worlds and influences. They have different goals, different aspirations, different challenges, different struggles, different ambitions.

In Ramayan, Ram and Sita had common challenges, so they fought together in unity.

However, is it the same for our Siyarams?

When Rams and Sitas are mentally slogging the entire day, putting equal efforts in everything they do, who should comfort whom? Who should understand first? Who should sacrifice first? Or should it be a “leave it for now” stand?

A recent book that I read – named Sita – very well describes the differences of masculine and feminine power – their thinking, their abilities, their strenghts and weaknesses. It explains the bests and the worsts of both.

But in reality, our Rams and Sitas believe in equality.

Is it an era of Ram VS Sita?

Both have a world that expects more and more from them, leaving less and less for themselves.

How can our Siyarams be as content as the originals?

I wonder..

 

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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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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, Life, Love

To you, my love!

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My love,

I am so glad that I chose you to be in my life! You are just the perfect partner I needed!

2am, 3am, 6am, 10am, 4pm.. any time I need you, you are just there! No questions no explanations – just with me to prep my mood and give me that sense of calmness!

A true companion!

You understand my mind – give me that stillness to pause – think – go.

From my menu planning, to business strategies to risk analysis to what to wear – every thinking is incomplete without you! You are there in my evaluations, in my worries, my confusions. You are there in my tiredness, my dreaming, my stresses and my crazy ideas!

Any day without you is impossible to think!

And yeah, why just the big brainy things – you are expert in entertainment too! Movies, TV shows and even a newspaper – you don’t leave me there too!

You know what, people say, too much of being with you is not good for me.. But I think, why not! Come on, at least you are my dependable!

My feel good factor! 🙂

You teach me to be easy-going, be refreshing and to be that mood changer! You show me how to bring that goodness in someone’s life with me company.

Dear Coffee, I love you..

 

 

 

 

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 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, Happiee Me, Life, Love, Relationship

Me and Her!

positive-self-talkI kept noticing her in every now and then. Sometimes I felt she was just like me, other times she seemed a complete stranger.

She keeps running pillar to post – every minute of the day. I was striving to understand what is she trying to do with her life? What keeps her busy around the clock? My curiosity to know her more increased every time I saw her.

And finally today I got the chance to talk to her.

Smiling face, cheerful eyes, energetic body and a composed mind – impressive personality, I thought!

I took a step forward to start our conversation. “hello” I said with a little hesitation. “hey hi” was the answer – from her. From the other person – surprisingly, she resided within me. The person who had been occupying my body, heart and soul – unknowingly – my own self.

So here I was – standing in front of my own outer self.

I see you doing 1000 different activities. Home, office, gym, friends, family, functions, temple, parties. What keeps you going? How do you manage all this? – I asked, still with a little element of surprise in me.

She smiled back – it’s you who keeps me going darling! – an assertive voice replied.

Me?? What?? How?? Storm of questions rose inside. What are you talking about? I always felt I should be like you?

I am always in my own world, day dreaming, hoping for miracles to happen. I like to be quiet, to sit alone, keep thinking for anything and everything forever. How can I be a reason for such an inspiring life of you! People admire you, I am not even noticed.

She understood my sea of thoughts. Listen – she said. Whatever I do are my responsibilities. Not that I don’t enjoy them, but the reason I do them has a partial influence of others.

What I do along with you is my true happiness. Without boundaries, without thinking about anyone else but me. That feels like my own space of being just me – My space that rejuvenates me, cuddles me with love and care, motivate me to chase my dreams, makes me feel important!

Think about it, how our conversations with others are shrinking these days. Conversations meant opening-up for your heart to your beloved before, sharing how you “feel” – being together, doing things together, fighting for something, being crazy, being upset – every emotion that you felt.

It’s very different now. There are mere talks now. “How” has transformed to “what”. What did you do today? What is it for dinner? What’s your plan for weekend? World of “updates”

Isn’t that the reason, people feel lonely, demotivated, uncared, unloved?

Everyone wants this emotional balance in life, they want to experience depth of emotions – no one knows how to achieve it? Is it because of the time, or the incapability to express, or the ego of why me first, or the priority to materialistic happiness? No one cares.

Everyone settles for a day-to-day operational life and keep boosting themselves, or rather lieing to themselves about the perfect world they have carved for themselves.

In all this, my dear, if I have you to share my heart – M I not blessed? 🙂 The warmth in her voice touched my heart.

I had no words in my mouth, no questions in my head – just teary eyes. I didn’t know how to react.

I just walked away – with a gratitude for my “inner self” Thank you, I said to myself. For taking care of the “real” me.