Posted in Uncategorized

Mundan

Tomorrow, it’s Anay’s mundan ceremony. Ever since he was born, I’ve seen him with hair. Somehow it is scaring me to see him all bald. I know it must be just a couple of days till he remains that and he’ll regrow them soon enough (hope so!!). But, it is still a scary feeling.
When his hair had grown a little bit too much, I had put a rubber band on his hair to control them. But, even then, the change in his hair style made him loo so naughty, so clever, I removed the rubber band soon. I would rather put the clip at a side than make a fountain pony on the top of his head. 
If such a slight change can irk me so much, how will I handle it tomorrow.
God, be with me!
Posted in Uncategorized

Give not take..that’s love

I’m not talking about the platonic love here, so if that’s what you were interested in reading, go away. I’m talking about the love, care and togetherness we feel for our loved ones. Loved ones like parents, like friends.


I’ve a long time friend from school times. Though we met in class 11th and hated each other instantly, we’ve been best of the friends, stuck together like Fevicol bond, ever since class 12th. That’s when we were forced to sit together in class. Haha! You would think that forced seating and friend making happened only in nursery. Well! I’m a Live proof that it happens in 12th standard also. Am sure it can happen much later now, in adulthood too. Well, that’s not what this post is about.
So, we’ve been friends. Talking, not talking, again talking…we’ve been through that normal course of friendship. Yesterday, she broke the news to me that she’s pregnant. 🙂 I can’t explain the feeling, the happiness it brought to me. I think it was the same feeling I feel when my younger brother shares his happy moments with me. I was totally totally elated. I didn’t feel so happy even when I realized that I, myself was pregnant.
She told me this on chat and I said how silly of you to tell this to me on chat. I called her back instantly. I was soo happy and she exclaimed, “You’re being so happy as if you’re the mother or the father.” I frowned but said, “Never mind. You cannot understand the emotion.”


This has been our relationship status as far as I remember. I’m the more giving person. I’ve always had very few friends but those have been dear to me more than my life. I don’t make friends easy. I do socialize. I am not the asocial, introvert kinda girl. But, a person becomes an acquaintance, not a friend. When someone becomes a friend, I start to feel their emotions, their highs and their lows. So was the case with her. 


In my younger days, I used to feel very hurt when I ever realized that the amount of bonding I felt, the other person didn’t. But now, with her, I just said, that it’s okay that I love you so much but you don’t. I’ve accepted it. And, by saying that, by accepting that, I just held her back with me. I didn’t have to leave her because my ego couldn’t let me be with her. 


We don’t always have people who feel the same way as we do, but that should not affect the way we feel for them. Exactly like Sharhrukh says in Mohabbatein 😉 
But, this is so true. Give love and forget it, and you’ll be very happy in life.


I don’t know if I can be so self-less in my other relations too but it must be good if I could, and NOT think much about it. 😛
Posted in Uncategorized

Space

How do you explain the meaning of the word – “Personal Space” to a person who doesn’t have it in his dictionary?
AAAAAAAAAAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!!

Posted in Uncategorized

His first wound

Yesterday night, he was playing in our bed.

We have got an extended wooden wall stretched around our bed to stop him from falling. He likes to play with that fence. Hold it and stand up. He would stand and then fall back on bed when he gets tired.

Yesterday, he fell and his forehead hit the fence. He has hurt his head many times, but every time it has been slight. When kids play, they tend to get hurt once in a while. And, he’s in that age when he’ll just not sit still. He has to keep doing something or the other. He wouldn’t stay in your lap or arms. He just wants to get out and do something on his own. He is so fierce at it that he will force himself out of your hold, if he wants to. So, we had let him be and stretched the fence. (It’s installed through hinges so we can remove it when we wish to, and stretch it at night.)

Yesterday, when he hurt himself, he cried loud, he cried for long. His crying, I’ve still got okay with. But, the wound. Ohhh! The wound hit me hard. I can’t explain how much it was hurting me. The hit left him with a blue scar on his forehead. My MIL and FIL kept calming me down while tending to him. But, it felt like nothing could console me. I couldn’t stop the tears. I couldn’t stop the hurt it was causing me.

They say that the scar will go away in a day or two. And, it will not hurt him coz we’ve put the machine oil on it, which is considered best for such wounds. But, I think it’ll take me more than that to heal.

This has been his second major wound in this one month. Last time, in Hyderabad, I had fallen with him in my arms. And, his head had hit the lift’s pavement. Straight on his head. Ohh! Everything had gone blur in front of my eyes. I had forgotten my wound. I just knew he’s hurt. It’s great that the people around us were so caring that they helped us right away. But, a wound is a wound. And, when it is on your child’s body rather than yours, trust me, it hurts ten times more. I can understand it now.

I remember when I had snipped his nail a bit more while cutting his nails. He hadn’t cried or anything but I felt jitters for almost 10 minutes.

I better get used to it. Now, with him growing up, such things are normal. Let’s see how long it takes me to get normal to them. God, now I know, why they call it blood relations and what they mean by motherly love. More than the blood, it’s a piece of my soul running in him. Before he feels anything, I feel it. And, it’s not vice versa.

Posted in Uncategorized

Reflections

I’ve been in a reflecting mood since quite some days now. I’ve been thinking a lot. In silence. Alone and in company. I lose track that someone is talking to me. Not always that the discussion is boring. It’s just that the thought process going on is more encapsulating.
What have I been thinking? Nothing in particular. About past, about my present, about the promising yet alluring, future. I brood a lot on these things.
It could be because I’ve started travelling alone to office. That is, Tarun doesn’t drop me to office any more so I travel in my office cab where we all maintain a agreed-upon silence. No one talks to no one. And, we all are free to travel in our own mystic worlds of thoughts and dreams. 
It could also be because of the me time I got at Hyderabad that I’m in a thinking-mode. 


But whatever it is, I’m feeling more with myself. I’m able to realize that this is what the true Swati would be like. Now, what is that supposed to mean? Well, I’ve a habit of losing myself and becoming the person I’m in love with. (Well, I should add, ‘currently’! But, never mind!!) 
So, I do things that I feel like. Truly driven by my heart. I no more pretend. I try not to pretend as long as I can, without hurting someone’s feelings. 
I sent an impromptu mail to someone I had never talked to, or known. I just found an e-mail ID somewhere and without talking about it to Tarun, I just fired an e-mail to this guy about a likely business-alliance that we could have. This is in a totally new direction. Something that I have always wanted to do. Something I always wanted my parents to be convinced about, but never could. Something I never knew how to reach. This was my moment, my chance, my opportunity, my window, my gate. My everything to that one thing. 
So, I ended up writing a bizarre mail to that person telling him that I want to work with you. Gave him a short brief about who I am and what of me could be useful for his work. And, surprisingly, the guy called me back in the evening. And, he was as excited as I was, after reading my mail. That was quite nice a feeling. After having a discussion with him for around 20 minutes and 38 seconds, I was left elated and with a task. 
Now, it’s been 3 days or more since we talked but I haven’t done anything productive on the task. Well! I’m taking my time. This time, I’m not concerned if I’m going to let go of the opportunity and miss the band-wagon! I know, I can take my time. I know I’ll not the train be gone without me boarding it. And, I’ll board it when ‘I’ am ready for it.


Ever since that call, ever since that mail I sent, I’ve had a peace dawn into my heart. It’s like that dialogue of Kareena from ‘Jab we Met’ – 
“Mujhe raat ko darawane sapne aate the ki meri train chhooot rahi hai, main bhaag rahi hoon train ke peeche lekin woh jaa rahi hai.”
I can understand, relate to, that same kind of restlessness in my heart which has gone away now. I can feel like my dream, my passion has found home. I can see where I want to be. I have seen what “I’m home” means. It’s a great feeling. Truly, a great feeling.


Oh God! You’re indeed kind. Thanks. Be with me!
Posted in Uncategorized

“Attention is Nourishment”

This is a snippet I found on web. Found it really amazing. Keeping here for my reference.


The general belief is that the first nourishment a new born gets is the mother’s milk. I believe it’s her mother’s joyful, blissful attention that nourishes the child. Look at the religious places that are thronged and have such devotion in the God’s residing therein. The faith and worship is so intense and eternal that even if God himself appeared and declined it, he would be embarrassed no end. What gives only some places (Ajmer Sharif, Tirupati, Amritsar Golden Temple) such divine bliss, pull & power. It is the pure, undivided, intense attention poured in by devotees on that piece of stone or cloth. The celebrities are nourished by the attention of their followers, fans which gives them their unique aura, that presence. In these attention deficit-ed times, our attention is divided among many options of things and people. Parents, relatives, friends, acquaintances etc. is a huge human network important for survival. And Books, TV, Mobile, Internet etc. are forced attention seekers. Then to add to it are the daily chores. Multitasking is not a skill but a forced disease. Hence we see so much mediocrity. We are in least control of ourselves. We can’t command our own senses and mind. Nourish and get nourished. Pay pure attention to things without thinking of what else you could have done at that moment. Listen and see people with complete with undivided attention and you will never forget names and their qualities. Living every moment to the fullest means being present in that moment with complete attention of all your senses. Tonight when you have that dinner, that’s all you should have. No TV, no mobile, no discussions. When you brush your teeth in the morning no music, no news paper, just pure and complete attention. I hope you got the message. Your attention is too precious. Perhaps that’s why they call it “paying attention”.

– Seventh Sense
Posted in Uncategorized

Hyderabad – some ‘me’ time

I’m sitting in the plush Novotel Hotel in Hyderabad. No matter what our standards are, it’s good the corporate companies allot you the best hotels to reside in when out for company work. 🙂


Tarun had to come to Hyderabad to attend the VLSI conference. I accompanied him with my sweety pie, Anay. Now, when Anay is sleeping peaceful and snug in the comfy bed, I sit relaxed, blogging, socializing (on FB, of course, what else do u mean by socializing!!? :P), reading novels – doing exactly what I like. The hotel room has a nice full scape glass wall at one side and a perfect love seat with ottoman, next to it. Overlooking Anay sleeping at one side and beautiful surroundings outside through the glass on another, I’m enjoying the beautiful life I have. Wow! Life’s wonderful. 🙂


The conference is for 3 days. Three complete days of motherhood and me time. 🙂 Bliss!


Another note: I really liked Hyderabad people. I found them quite helping. I now understand what Northies miss that they are so ridiculed by the South Indians or people at large. It’s the humanity and the basic trust among people that we don’t have, but these people do. It’s nice. 🙂 Salute to you, Hyderbadis!