Sunday, December 30, 2012

to nirbhaya



yes I am sad...i m sad at Nirbhaya's sad demise.But I m glad too that she was relieved from all the pains that she was fighting every moment.Now it is our responsibility that she doesn't become a forgotten chapter...Cases like her are happening every day..some reported others non reported..it is our responsibility-we who are women-to strengthen our self..and to ensure that no one can overpower us...the incident shouldn't make us scared and stop us from exploring our lives.Rape is an act of dominance on the part pf perverted males who cant bear the sight of a woman loving life on her terms...and for some it is an opportunity to indulge themselves....there is no limit to this sickness which doesn't stop at any age...whether it is a 3 month old baby girl to a 70 yr old woman....
I still don't agree with those who demand death for the rapists.I believe in some very painful punishment like castration or something where they are left alive and to live the pain they caused to that young girl....fear of death is never a deterrent..else so many crimes wouldn't be happening.....what we need is to make our gals very ready to face such perverts...and yes the role n importance of strict laws is very important ofcourse......


Written by - Nalini Srivastava
 

To Nirbhaya...
I am sad,
Yes I am sad.
A brave heart has died,
her struggle to live has ceased.
A young heart that had thousand dreams
dreams,aspirations and promises to keep.
What was her fault,?
just that she was a woman,
a representative of female form,
She caught notice of few perverted minds.
they used her,abused her,tortured her
beyond her bearing capacity,
beyond the limits what any human can even imagine.
She was left to fight for her ragged breaths,
uncovered,unattended,crying for help.
She fought,she fought to her last breath
but she lost the battle of life.
Let us not let her battle go into waste,
let us punish the offenders
let them live the pain,she endured
let them face the shame,
let them face our wrath and hatred.
but don't give them quick death
let them suffer,let them live
let them suffer,and live the tale
the tale of their bestial torture.
let their example be there
to teach others what lies ahead,
if they tried even to let
their lecherous eyes to wander on a female,
they will repent their entire life..
Nalini Srivastava

29th dec.

Friday, December 21, 2012

The irony of being a woman

I have never regretted being a woman.Rather I am proud of being a woman,the most beautiful and gifted creation of Lord almighty.But recent happenings in India have made me think...do I still like being a woman?Do I still want to pray for getting a girl child?do i find myself safe when I go out?what kind of future I see for my 11 year old niece who is on verge of puberty.?well yes I m very upset at what happened in Delhi...at the brutal and callous treatment meted out to the girl.And then few more cases followed and many more will follow.Has some thing new happened?No.I read almost every two days,sometimes daily also of one or the other crime against girls/women.Pune which was considered to be very safe for women,a place where I had traveled a 12 km distance alone in a public bus,at 11 p.m night.,is in such a dismal position that i get to read about a 5 yr old girl being raped by a 65 year man(who is surviving on Viagra doses)with the help of the mother of the girl...can things go any worse then that....how frightening is reading about repeated rape of a minor at the hands of her brother and father...is there anyone safe today...No I don't think so.will I dare to travel alone in a public transport even after 9 p.m ...no way...
But being  scared or apprehensive is not the solution.What would I like to do...hmmm I would have loved to learn self defense tricks but martial arts will be too tough on my aching bones so I guess pepper spray will be a good choice and of course some common precautions and my instinct.But I am more concerned about my neice and young girls,they should be definitely trained  into methods of self defense....and self reliability.....
Then of course we need strictest and quick punishments to the rapists and the teasers.I firmly believe that justice delayed is justice denied.and quick n speedy justice will boost morale of the victims and re-instill lost faith in judiciary.We need mass movement not the occasional furor..We need sensitization of masses and more strict laws.We need to work for awakening of women and girls,girl education and rise in respect of women and all this means complete overhaul of our patriarchal society.Can we do it?We can provided we keep consistent efforts....and will to do something,anything,and everything that we can at our individual level,as every attempt,effort counts.

Friday, November 16, 2012

well desrved vacations.....

It had been years since i took vacations...after marriage.just one visit to kasrla,2 days visit to mahabaleshwar,and numerous visits to mumbai...bt i dnt count them as vacations at all...since last 3 years since adi is abroad..i wanted to go out so many times but kept postponing with a desire that when adi will be bck..we will go on family vacations,but it never happened...i was exhausted dying for a break from monotonous pune...n routine life...finally decided to turn little selfish..finalised on whole 15 days vacation with kabir..though still it was a family trip means visit tyo lko my native city,agra-my masi's place n jhansi my sister's home bt a break is a break...i had a feeling that kabir wants a break from me,seeing me n me pnly..day n night at home...it was my test at his socialising skills also...with  few natural apprehensions at heart..wat if kabir didnt cooperate....n so on i decided to go....bonus was that mumma decided to join me too....
so we left pune on 6th,celebrated mumma's 70th birthday in mumbai n left for lucknow on 8th....jetlite played spoilt sport,delivered luggage next day a whole day visited...bt this didnt dampen our spirits....we visted friends,i met my extended family of my ex students spent some lovely time with salman bhai n his family and searched out my long lost friend shailendra ji...the pleasantly surprized look on his face made my day.
we left for agra on 10th nite,railways played spoilt sport.out of 3 seats only 1 got confirmed,settled mom n kabir n i sat whole nite.bt it didnt dampen our spirit still...whole two days..with masi,bhabhi,bhai and my two neices....and the visit to Tajmahal and Agra fort was the icing on the cake.
on 13th morning we left for jhansi just 2 n half hrs from agra it wasnt tiring...and it was day of diwali so definately we were all the more happy...now we had whole 7 days in hand to celebrate n enjoy with my sis,bro in law and my nephew n neice...kabir's best friends as he calls them...diwali was spent beautifully..actually a gud change after three lonely diwali.....kabir had a nlast too...amazing boy that he is..he has been wonderfully coperative during all these days...n its fourth day today and nw god is playing spoil sport...ma is ill,seriously ill...rt nw admitted in hospital...should i let my indomitable spirits crush down?or shud i keep the faith that ma will be well soon,back home and we will safely and in fine spirits board the plane back home on 20th for mumbai.....time will tell...

Friday, September 28, 2012

Mixed bag...

It was a mixed feelings day....I am still down with  severe skin rashes and the anti allergic leave me dead and dull but thankfully  I never fail to put alarm to wake up and be ready and alert to pick kabir on time.Today I was very hyper because the famous laboratory Religare had misplaced kabir's blood sample for allergy test and iI hadn't warned him enough that he will have to give his blood sample again...morning was too rush rush.
   When I went to pick him I told him that we have to go the hospital again to give blood sample.His face was drawn,he stiffened ,ready to break in to tears...and with just one question"why do I have to get one prick again? "I was so helpless that I wished  I could strangulate the lab people but what to do...here I was taking him against his wish and he obliged just with one sentence that test will help him in knowing now what all he can eat...I hit myself inwards as I mumbled to myself..or what he can't eat...When usually kids of his age don't want to look at chapati n sabji ,all he wants is simple chapati everyday and I can't give him that also because of his food allergies.I am just keeping my fingers crossed that at least his wheat and tomato allergy goes away so that he can eat normal meals at least.
we reached there and he cooperated till the time he got that painful prick...He was crying his heart out and so was me...It always happens and the hospital staff knows it so well that they might be ready with tissues every time provided I allow them to console both of us.But, no, its a very private emotion for both of us.We just wipe each others tears ..then I have a coffee and he has a tub of popcorn and all pain is forgotten soon.Then we went to badi mummy's place.She is my masi as well as tai.so I am very close to her.She is 73 and she has recurrent episodes of amnesia.But she loves me so much that she never fails to recognize me and kabir.Her family envies us too but who cares I go there to meet her.Anyway, as it happened that she was having her afternon siesta...and her care taker didnt tell her tat I had come.but she must have felt my presence as she called out to me in her sleep and my, my was she happy to see me!!!....she was ecstatic..and we spent some good one hour with her..
   Then we went to meet a friend.She was sad and the reason she was sad was personal so cant discuss it here but I did go back to the same time 8 years ago when I had faced the same situation and it had nearly destroyed me.I really wished of only I could take away her pain .She is a fighter she will survive it all but why God has to give pain to people who don't even hurt anyone..I kept thinking all the way back home.After reaching back we attended the last day's aarti and offered prayers and I made last announcement for sunday's autism awareness session.Few people did respond to registration and I decided against my plan that I will do the session even if just 5 people turned up..So the count down begins now...for sunday.
  Then it was time for result declaration for drawing competition.I was nervous...some how knowing that this time kabir didn't have much chance as I glanced at prize winning entries....But at heart I was angry how can society group kids from 5 to ten years in the same group?Wasn't it unfair..a 6 year old child competing against 6 ten year old children .Anyhow I was relieved to notice that kabir wasn't upset or even affected. He just checked on all drawings,it was 8.30 pm already, so he just said that he wanted to go home and sleep.I was relieved that he didn't realize that he had not won...he just wanted to sleep.I was also very tired.It had been a long long day for both of us.while kabir relaxed in front of t.v I cooked,checked my mail n chatted with a good friend.It was all sufficient to relax me.Kabir is sleeping and I am also going to draw the curtains now.Gudnite.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

The ball sets rolling.....

It was 10th september2012,I was nervous,my first powerpoint presentation and its success and getting people's attention grabbed was going to be my mantra and aim.Thankfully ,my mom was going to be there to support me....she was there with me for many past days to help me to cope up the sentimental havoc I was facing.I was almost on verge of cancelling the awareness initiative as I didn't want to face anyone not even myself.But she helped me to come out of my wreckage.I got hold on myself and here I was all set for the initiative.
My friends Anita,Disha,Nilesh ,Ravindra,Bharat and Priyanka were with me and I had more than willing audience,eager to join me on this journey of awareness.I forgot all the script that I had prepared...only to get hold of the presentation with words spoken out of my love for my son,my heart totally involved in the cause and my experiences as a parent.People loved it ..I could feel and  seeing their rapt attention and my confidence was boosted.It went on smoothly..from designated 1 hour to two hours.It ended with a sense of satisfaction in my heart and looks of my friends and people who attended it.I was back to centre stage after 4 years and my my ,did I love it...
The ball has set rolling and I m already planning my next presentations in series and last night's  news that the chairman has given me the permission to hold it for society members too has given wings to my flight.My society people are the  most disinterested lot and to hook their attention is a real challenge for A-ACE team...and its giving me the adrenaline rush,one usually experiences in teenage or while facing some real adventure.I m indeed looking forward to it.. Its 14 September today.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

LIFE IS GREY....

Life is grey....that was a poem I had written at least 8 yrs back and it got awarded by poetry.com and I was awarded certificate of accomplishment.This poem is mounted on wall of my drawing room.But why am I talking about it suddenly?I have been given new lease of life by my own poem at this most difficult time of my life...my marriage is on the rocks and I was very very bitter,feeling cheated ,angry,shattered and what not...
                      Just 3 days back I was sailing on the moon...On the seventh sky with the hope that my husband is back to us for good and basking in glory of kabir being a finalist at the poetry recitation competition.I was waiting for my husband to be back from his interview trip and that he would attend the function with me...actually kabir was waiting even more eagerly...But it all changed within hours..my husband left again,Kabir was devastated and I was so upset.I was hysterical for hours,For first time my neighbors complained that  I was keeping my t.v too loud...Actually I am glad now that they thought it was t.v not me....I was feeling so bad for kabir.He is seeing his class mates and his friends with their both parents...their father take them out for outing,play with them and help them on day to day basis...He had a wish list of at least ten things he wanted to do with his father..but it never materialized.How do I explain to my 6 year old son that why his father has gone back to his saudi office when just 3 days back he had promised that we will live together!!
       It took me whole one night to get back my composure after being totally hysterical...And in the morning I just saw my poem ..and I smiled.I realized that its all part of life.I can't afford being so angry and upset..it was directly affecting my son,previous night he had a terrible bout of asthma seeing my anger...No way I could allow that to happen to him.I may have lost faith in love but I can't allow him to have that negative attitude towards life and love just when he is exploring the beauty of relations.I pledged to myself that kabir won't experience the bitterness of broken homes.He will not be forced to think ill of his father.He needs his father in his life and he will have it though may be a distance relationship.
     So I am back to my usual life ,avoiding thinking about the bad events of my life.I am trying to be so positive that I am avoiding the slightest of negative thoughts.Last on Monday I just enjoyed the stupendous performance of kabir at the finals,though the nagging English teacher inside was noticing the liitle mistakes that he made,but I pushed her to the back and enjoyed the thrill of this major achievement of my wonderful son.I relished the fact that his vice-principal who had called me to complain about behavioral issues of Kabir,was surprised and very happy with kabir's performance.She told me that "Kabir was really very good" and I could see that look of appreciation for my efforts at his improvement.My day was made.
   So now my next move is to get a good paying job as soon as possible.I need to work and earn to create enough funds for kabir 's future.Though my husband hasn't shrugged off his financoial responsibilties but i don't want to leave anything to chance.Moreover I need to work to keep my over active,over fertile,overtime working brain really busy so that I don't go back to depression and brooding.Yes,Life Is Grey.and it is best this way.If it would be totally white it would be so predictable and boring And if it was all black...it would be so miserable so I love my life with its specks of grey.

Monday, June 25, 2012

Course of My life

Well,well well,the course of my life has been a combination of a kutchi pukki road,with its own offering of potholes and smooth rides.My childhood with its support of my parents towards my excellent education and no compulsion for getting married early was all  a smooth ride for me but ofcourse with  instances of friction with my younger brother and lack of sufficient support from my sister.My career was the best phase ,the Express way drive.Those 9 years of my life were the best years of my life when I got endless affection and recognition and all that I sowed then I am still reaping.In between these years though I  faced few potholes where I survived emotional accidents and finally I met my prince charming at one of the resting stops .I decided to call it a day and decided to hault my journey on somewhere on the express high way and to settle somewhere near the pune city.Since then it has been again a kutchhi pukki road which you find anywhere and every where if you travel. in India.So,no complaints.I am enjoying the normal course of not so normal life.Who knows ,what future has in store for me.Journey hasn't ended yet....it has just reached the midway.....

Thursday, June 14, 2012

On Father's Day....

On Father's Day this year,I would love to talk about my papa and kabir's papa both.I have not talked about my papa much in my blogs.But the fact is one of my first two best friends was my father,other was my dadi(grand mother).I was quite a loner in my childhood and for certain reasons didn't gt along well with my mom and my siblings....(today I find it hard to believe myself) .So the only people to whom I communicated at all were my father and my grand ma.My father was totally a self made man,all benefits of being son of  freedom fighter parents connected to big shots of the time was taken by my uncle.My father started working at the age of 17....and worked till age of nearly 60 wen he got confined to bed after two heart attacks. 
             Many people,rather most of the people tell me that I look like my mother...if so thanx to her for my good lucks bt my broad forehead take after my papa and  i am overall my papa's daughter.My nature and temperament take after my papa totally,for good or for bad.Basically I am an introvert and unsocial person like him.like him I prefer staying away from my relatives,like him, prefer staying at home and enjoying its cosy confines,relishing simple home made food.Like him I get along more with with oppositte sex and like him,I don't trust a soul....easily,till  really want to.Like him,I have suffered heart breaks and like him nothing stops me from still committing blunders.Like he fell in love with my mom,and married her against all family pressures..(.yes,I guess love marriages run in my family because of him...:-))I too married Adi against his family wishes.I am a born romantic like my papa,and that papa used to say himself,though not very happily as he knew hw his failures are costing his family a lot and he didn't want me to inherit his traits and his failures in turn.
          He had to leave education after graduation and he realised value of higher education so he always motivated me to go for higher education...and result is today I am double M.A(English literature and History),B.Ed,M.Phil and two professional courses-Diploma in mass co,and advanced diploma in creative writing....and thats yet not enough for me,I want to do course in special education and also do Ph.D.......One dream of his that I could not fulfill was being an I.A.S officer....so he told me that I shouldn't be content being a secondary school teacher but should teach in a  college.He inculcated very high ambitions in me and there he sowed the seeds of rebellion in me....my mom is to be credited for my career and self dependent nature and my grand ma for my independent streak...After graduation,he wanted me to get married...studies could continue later....but by now I was used to success and power of knowledge,and I refused to marry that beginning of decay of our 20 year old friendship....He was shocked by my denial and gradually stopped talking to me much.Though he was proud of my successful career and my success as a teacher and thus my popularity,he wasn't happy.Iwas his eldest and dearest child and he was craving to see me married and settled...but i was just not ready to go for arranged marriage.....his genes of romanticism were taking shape in me and like a true romantic i was waiting for my prince charming.....
      It was 9 may 2004...I met a decent ,very naive and as graceful a man I could ever imagine....within hours we were the best friends,he was from mumbai.....so it was a long distance friendship and within days ...I was head over heels in love with this man.he was Aditya,my future husband....it is said that first love of every daughter is her father.....thats very true....i saw glimpses of my father in aditya....and I respected him  for what a good human being that he was ....we got married within months and till date I have never regretted my decision of marrying this wonderful malayali whom I hardly knew for months.....and I look forward to spending not just one but all my life times to come with him...After marriage,Aditya always supported my independent streak and hasn't been really happy with my decision to be full time home maker after birth of kabir....
Today papa is not there anymore.He died 7 years back....but he died a happy man as I had married by then.
Today I miss him when I want to just go chatty about my childhood.....I want to thank him for the sensitive and romantic soul that I am today.yes,I face lot of problems because of this but I prefer being this way......and because of my adoration for my father,I chose Aditya who is equally a sensitive,introvert man who respects people for their true worth.This father's day i share these moments of my beautiful memories with all those love me and care for me.

Thursday, June 7, 2012

MY FOUR WISHES FOR THE GENIE......

I am a dreamer since my childhood....Ialways read loads of fairy tales and belived in magic and dreams coming true.When I met my spouse it was almost like meeting my knight in shining armour who swept me off my feet...it was all so sudden,falling in love at the ripe age of 33 ,marrying at 34 and mother at 35....All was not well,though.my inlaws rejected me and my son both ....but I had a very supportive parental family,who were busy fighting their own demons but they stood by me through thick and thin.
     My son kabir.my beautiful son with his twinkling eyes and sparking dimples...was my most prized possession...I couldn't take my eyes off him when I first took him in my hands....for me the dream extended and I thought  like all fairy tales...it was going to be "they loved happily ever after"but here life taught me a lesson...dreams are dreams ,sometimes they do come true too ...but nothing and nobody remains happily everafter....
For two years ,I was living every moment through the eyes of my son...my in- laws were not well,so my husband was busy attending them,we were hardly meeting twice a week ,but I had no complaints...I had my son and I was basking in glory of his unravelling of various mile stones...he started speaking but his speech seized after calling "papa"...I waited and waited for him to respond to me ,the one who had sacrificed her blooming career to watch her son flourish day by day,moment by moment...some thing was wrong...he was suddenly very irritatble and was crying a lot.We took him to the Dr...She dropped the first bomb shell ,"may be he has a hearing problem"We took him for BERA TEST ....phew!!tests were normal...but a wise old woman dropped the second bomb shell"the way he cries and whines,he looks autistic"if she wudn't havebeen  a old woman,I might have slapped her....I and my husband left the place in a terrible rage..".autism",no it wasn't possible...it can't happen to our only child...I cried and cried...
Then we went to the Developmental Paeditrician...who dropped the ultimate hydrogen bomb-:"kabir is mildly autistic and hyperactive too with delayed speech n poor hand motor skills."It was as if my dreams just shattered and I was not in position to pick even a single piece...as I had to hold onto my senses and my son who was a label now.
There on, it has been a journing of labour,discoveries and various types of therapies.I and kabir are very lucky that we got very supportive therapists who were professionals as well as caring individuals who even trained me into finer parenting skills and the journey is on.....
   I have drifted a lot from the topic but let me tell you all that I have not stopped being a dreamer...as I firmly believe that "those who dare to dream,fulfill their dreams too" So,now I have four wishes to ask the proverbial "Genie" to grant my four wishes...
Firstly he should send back my husband to be with us as kabir really misses him,he is missing the  love and discipline of a father.I firmly believe boys need fathers to grow up to be a good humanbeing and a sturdy male of a decent character....when kabir wants to play sports...and he looks at me for guidance ,I am clueless as i hate sports...bt his father is into so many of them so,i am visualizing my husband and kabir playing on a big playground with all the hulla bullo,and I would be seated amongst the cheering groups,thats the least I can do:-)

Secondly,i want kabir to be accepted as equal by his peer group and people he interacts with.He is a loving,affectionate boy who refuses to accept rejection and that fuels his everyday aggression bouts which I bear....may God give me strength to train him so well into human virtues and patience that he learns to accept what he gets,but change it by his charming manners and attributes...I m wrking and I have to work very hard on this so I need countless strength and patience to keep up my cool and continue my work on kabir.I have got wonderful therapists and doctors here for him.May their support and guidance continue the same way.

Thirdly,I wish that kabir has all the facilities that we need for helping him for  his wholesome development and to help him live his life to the fullest extent.Right now kabir lacks good friends...he is living life through the eyes of his mature companions and I dont want him to lose his innocence in the process..So O' Lord please grant him some true and caring friends who can stop him from living in his make believe world.I pray that kabir is cared for all his life ,by his parents till we keep alive,his immediate family and above all ,may he have a loving circle of friends who will guide him and support him when we won't be there anymore to offer our hands to guide him. 

 And lastly, I want him to develop into a caring and honest human being who would be an asset to the society. He must be financially independent and self dependent.He shouln't change from what he is today.I love his passion for life and zest for living and his smiling affectionate gestures.I love you my son and remember its our hard work that will guide genie into fulfilling our wishes...:-)

Tuesday, May 29, 2012

My Extended Family

We all are blessed by a family by God almighty...nuclear or joint,that doesn't matter...Yes,ofcourse, not all are that blessed to have a loving family but I am dedicating my today's blog to my extended family....Wondering who are they????My loving friends who keep in touch with me through sms,mails telephone and fb posts....who never let me feel that I am lacking in a good support system.Who are all these loving friends...my ex-students,my ex colleagues,friends I met online and autism parents,doctors and therapists.there are hardly many people who are related to me by blood ties but today I laugh,share and cry with all of them.Situation is such that now I feel restless till I share my moments of grief and joy with my friends.I don't mind when just 20 frnds wish me on my birthday bt 52 wish on kabir's b'day n number is still growing:-)
I never had much friends.Since school days,I was an introvert soul....hardly had 2 friends when I graduated n did my Post graduation.Then I did my B.Ed n that was the turning point.I started socialising more and when I became a teacher  ,I had a very friendly and cooperative but disciplined approach with my students...so my circle started growing....though it was my young students.Still  I was never very close to my colleagues....so I always had a strained relation with people my age...Things changed when I married...soon I was expecting my son,I quit the job....distances came between my old circle ...n I was totally lost in my world-my new world of my husband and my son....two years hence ,kabir's diagnosis began and I went into downward spiral of depression and psychiatric problems....bt my best friend all this time my husband managed me well and with his support I started the path of recovery of myself as well as kabir,through proper diagnosis,understanding the seriousness of his disorder and we started our journey of helping kabir...through special educator's class....sudha,who went on to become my biggest support,speech therapy,occupational therapy,his developmental paeditrician.....
Then I went on to discovering  the world of autism parents...simultaneously I was discovering the world of orkut and fb courtesy efforts and invitations sent by Usha,my A.P.S student and during this time Adi had left for Saudi,Fb became my link to the outer world ,gradually my students started getting bck to me as my new friends,then autism parents too n nw I have a big virtual family of my extended family who are there with me through thick and thin......and I am thankful to each single family member of this family.....for being there in my life.....they are my moral support.....they boost my confidence....just be there with me always.

Friday, May 18, 2012

AS THE DAYS GO BY

As the days go by, the life falls in a rut..
moments are meaningless and they don't seem to pass by....
mornings are merely glare in the eyes,
and nights are like the watch tower by the seaside...
looking at the endlessly stretching sea 
and waiting for a home destined boat to anchor at the coast..
for the home bound passengers to arrive and regale their families with tales of the days gone by .
dreams are lost and gone without your passion..
dead existence and shallow breaths,waiting to come alive...
winters turned to autumn,spring turned to hot barren summer ,
bloated fields,and cracked peels of meaningless laughter,
the aura of bygone glory splitting into visions of doom..
I struggle and pause and wait and struggle,
countless seconds go ticking by......
life doesn't stop to take a breather...for some good memories or a poignant moment...
I go deeper into my shell of silence and inner strife...
It gets harder and loses touch with the outside world.
I see you,taking me into your arms,
the fragrance nestles deeper into my senses 
and there.. I stop....living my life.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Less than Perfect

Today when I was having my evening walk,iImet my neighbor,who asked me where was kabir.I told her that he was at home completing some drawings.She said I must be feeling good that I got some time alone.I didn't answer her,just smiled.She went on chatting and said I must be having a awful life.Now I was curious and asked her why she felt so?She seemed shocked that I was asking this.She said that the fact that kabir was not a normal child and I must be feeling awful that my son is not perfect as we all want our kids to be the best.I gave her a wide grin and told her that I didn't believe in perfection and the fact that kabir is a special child,less than perfect adds to the fact that he has a chance to grow everyday,against our expectations.Then in a little stern voice I asked her what did she mean by saying that kabir was not a normal child.!!Judging my change of mood ,she walked away without answering me.I pitied her as she didnt have the answer to my question.
Why do we all want our kids to be perfect,to be the best?Doesn't perfection means that there wud be no further growth ,isn't being best a relative term?If you ask me,I would hate to be perfect,as it would mean that now on my life will stagnate.And being best is definitely a momentary term.Can anyone be the best all the time?no,i don't think so.And what I didnt like most about what my neighbor said was the implication as if I was sacrificing my life before my son's imperfection and I should be unhappy about what my son was.any mother...ask any mother for her all of her kids are special,and just that one is lesser than the other doesn't imply that she would be loving that kid any lesser.So,in nut shell I would like to tell my neighbour and all those people who think that I am living a sad life and unhappy and discontent over my son's lack of perfection.I want to shake them out of their reverie and tell them in nno uncertain terms that I AM A VERY PROUD MOTHER AND I AM HAPPY ,VERY HAPPY AS MY SON NEVER CEASES TO SURPRIZE ME.I LOVE HIM THE WAY HE IS:-)

Thursday, April 5, 2012

on being a special needs mom

How it feels to be a full time home maker and being a special needs mom?Well,it is overwhelming experience to be put mildly.Our duty hours run into 24*7,365 days ,life is hectic n full of hands on responsibilities.We develop extraordinary social interaction skills dealing with therapists,school authorities,doctors on day to day basis and fighting for space and respect our kids in this apathetic society. We develop fierce attitude and tempers shielding our special kids from being discriminated in our society,fighting for equal opportunities for them and struggling to get them their due rights which doesn't come easily to them.We become real jugglers fast gaining expertise in to balancing our lives,our relationships and our funds.We become specialized personal secretaries for our kids, managing appointments with medical professionals,therapy schedules,meetings with school staff,managing time for meeting with any support groups,if any or interacting with them on social networking sites and above all to find time for educating ourselves about the issues as here very truly "knowledge is strength".

Finance management becomes mandatory and we learn how to squeeze in various requirements in to our limited incomes.Belonging to a middle class family doesn't help at all.Balancing the expenses incurred on therapy,medications,good schooling,medical treatment expenses.providing good diet and yet to manage some savings for the future of kids is a real tough task.I still have to manage some good savings as every month some unexpected expenses come and savings get depleted.luckily or unluckily I don't have a second child else i would have been a dilemma of giving preference to whom.We are expected to be the"super moms" managing all the a fore said tasks,managing social relations and managing good mental and physical well being too.N ow that's what i call unachievable.My social relations have taken a backset because my priority remains my son.Moreover if i don't see an understanding behaviour coming my son's way ,i stop interacting all together.It has taken a toll on my expected social circle.To be honest I don't have any friends locally whom I visit regularly,my only outings are to doctor and therapists and my health is severely affected and has alarmed my physician and psychiatrist.I have told and retold by my doctors and counsellors to start thinking about myself and my life away from shadow of autism but i m simply unable to comply as my life begins and ends with thoughts of my son and my husband.I don't know how to relax and unwind.I am chronic patient of insomnia and haven't got enough sleep in last 5 year,

Home maker and special needs moms don't get the break they require and deserve and consequently I too develop sense of isolation so very often. when finally out in public, overburdened moms like me walk around with a lump in their throats because they feel angry and frustrated about the way people are reacting to their child or to their family as a whole. Feelings of inadequacy abound as it seems ‘the public’ is questioning their parenting skills.What we ask for? nothing more than an empathetic (not sympathetic,please note that)attitude towards us and sometimes sharing your valuable time and emotions with us making us feel that we are not fighting a lonely battle.we have company and trust me it does bring a smile on our face.:-)




Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Child abuse

Child abuse-a topic ,an issue which is very relevant ,not since recent past but since ages,but still a taboo subject which no one wants to discuss .Neither those who have undergone the trauma of it in their childhood ,nor those who haven't experienced and hence are the fortunate ones

A victim of child abuse is scarred for life.They have undergone ill treatment at the hands of strangers as well as the trusted ones;someone from their own family or among the relatives,the so called trusted ones;someone from their own family or among the relatives.The victim are no more only the nubile,young girls but young and adolescent boys as well.When they face these traumatic experiences,they undergo a range of feelings.Firstly there is confusion as they do not realize what is happening with them.then there is feeling of shame and guilt as they often feel that it must be some of their own fault that they are being manhandled.there is lot of anguish and the biggest problem and pain is that they do not know whom to tell .If they tell their parents,and some relative is involved,99% chance is that parents won't believe.This is what has happened with so many of my acquaintances and this leads to increase in sense of insecurity and loneliness.They grow up with these feelings and a battered personality where they find it very difficult to trust the known and the strangers alike.

As a mother of 5 year old son i am also undergoing the same fear these days.When one of the days ,my son comes and tell me"ma,uncle pinched me,uncle loved me",i don't know how to find out the culprit and to what intentions and to what extent my son has been teased or ill-treated.It makes me feel so helpless and i spent countless nights sleepless,wondering how safe my son is when he steps out in the outside world.How do i protect him from all the evil eyes and how do i educate him to protect himself from being abused.

Here comes the issue of,a very important one,training our children against these evil practice of child abuse.We need to teach them about the "good touch" and the "bad touch" right from the age of 3+.I've also started telling my son about the bad touch and how to say NO.We need to make them realize that we are there to protect them and they can confide their innermost and darkest fears,if they ever under go some experience which they find uncomfortable.Also we need to teach them about the "circle of trust" that is whom they should allow to come near them and shower their affection.To what extent even patting and cuddling is to be allowed.

We have to raise our kids in a very unsafe world(where even 3 months baby girls are raped and where even fathers molest their kids) but without making them lose their faith in the goodness of humans and trust.It's indeed a tricky job but "we" mothers are capable of it:-). We just have to be alert and sensitive both,without getting lost in the responsibilities that comes with being a woman and the endless chores we are entrusted with in our day to day life.keep the faith

nalini

Monday, March 12, 2012

TheProblem Called Love

My friends and people close to me know I am a die-hard romantic who loves to see life through rose colored spectacles.I am a die hard optimist too,believing that one day everything will come around and every thing will be sorted out.Born as the eldest one out of my siblings and being introvert by nature,I didn't know how to wriggle out of responsibilities or to rebel against the limitations and restrictions,as I always believed that"whatever happens,happens for the Good".I have no regrets except that being introvert I lost out on valuable fun time wid my brother and sister.They knew how to live life with maximum fun.But it didn't mean that I didn't love my family.I loved them very much and when they didn't understand what I felt for them it really hurt me.That's the problem of loving people.
That is the problem called love.That's the problem of not being able to remain detached.That is the problem of expecting something out of every relation where we invest time,energy and especially our emotions.Since child hood I have been the typical senti type.Getting too attached to people I liked and being honest and loyal towards them.But was it always rewarded back the same way ? No.Did it stop me from loving them? o.Then I shouldn't be complaining....Thats where being optimist comes.Every time some one would hurt me I would shed few tears and be back to them the very next day.Would you believe that I only had one best friend throughout my school n college life.And here was the big fact that for me she was my best and only friend but I wasn't the same for her.She was beautiful,and she was popular.I sometimes felt that I was just one of her countless admirers.She is still precious to me but she hardly reverts back to me in years.
I am not writing this entry to list out my complaints against people who used me as their emotional anchor whenever they needed me and then walked over me making me feel like a doormat.It hass happened time and again.And here is why that now I called love as a problem.It makes you weak .It makes you dependent.You crave for things and people who simply don't belong to you.I keep learning this lesson every other day and what it is doing to me....It is making me cynical and skeptical.Some where I have become cold hearted but that still does not stop me from loving people who love me,who care for me.Because I know what it means to have unrequited love.And please don't take the word "love" in only usual sense when I use it here,I mean it as it encompasses all of us-the human being through myriad emotions and all possible sort of relations.At the end of the day,it all boils down to one basic fact-we are humans,the only creations of God who know how to love and express it the way we care for people.May be I look at every new person coming into my life with question mark in my mind but then who said being human was easy.life never promised to be easy and so at the end of the day if love is a problem,a difficult problem ,so be it,it adds a dash of spice to our life.Lets learn how to enjoy it and savor it.

Monday, March 5, 2012

HERE COMES HOLI AGAIN....

Here comes Holi again and once again I m so low for 3rd year in a row.There was a time when I used to anxiously wait for this favorite festival of mine but then those were Lucknow days.One week before i would start doing the preparations.I would go the khoya(mawa) mandi of my lovely city and procure the best khoya for making gujhiyas.Then I would go to market to get the best dry n wet colors to be used for holi.I loved the traditional abeer and gulaal.Then would come the turn of making countless types of papads(I was an expert) and mathri,shakar paras,dalmoths and every possible type of holi special delicacies.It would rain for at least 2-3 times before holi,making it slightly cold.
On the day of holi,getting up early ,I and papa would go for holi puja,then at home offer colors and delicacies to various deities and then it was just the MASTI TIME.....colours and colours all around.People used to find it strange that a shy and introvert girl like me loved Holi!But yes,I did,perhaps it had something to do with the colors and delicacies.But gone are those days.Things started mellowing down after papa's death.It was me,papa and bro who loved Holi.My mom and sister hated it.At least the smearing of colors part...Bhai went out of station ,papa was no more n first holi after that even Adi wasn't there.but following 2-3 years I enjoyed a lot as thankfully my husband loved Holi too.
In pune holi is boring.and then he went abroad so all my interest in Holi waned.I would just stand in my balcony and watch all the fun and frolic going around ,the hullabaloo of the kids and all.This year also Holi is going to be a dry,colorless affair for me.I miss those lucknow days of Holi...I MISS YOU.......

Friday, February 24, 2012

I DREAM.....

As I hold fingers of my son,patting him to sleep,I remember those days when his Autism was declared,,,Those days were wrought with worries about his future,worries of my relation with him,and a fear whether I would get to see his special smile for me or I will get a love filled hug from him as all my knowledge of Autism was all about lack of emotions,alienation from the world all around and lack of social skills.He was my first born and definitely I had beautiful dreams of days ahead but now it was a question of just about surviving day by day.As any of autism parents would agree that with the diagnosis not only we start working on our child but also on ourselves.We start honing our patience,our parenting skills,to expect less and lesser,to live in present not hoping for anything but just to accept whatever comes our way.It is also about setting high standards for ourselves as initially it is a battle with ourselves and to fight this struggle called life on behalf of our children also.To reason with our self when he is crying his heart out and our helplessness in not knowing how to calm the child as we just do not know what is troubling the kid...looking at him with a hope of getting a cue as to what is distressing him is tough call for any parent not just us.
Now in spite of all these conditions trying me day in and day out,I would be a liar if I say I say that I have stopped seeing dreams about my child.I dream of being a good human being.I have sense of relief since the day I realized he was not lacking in emotions and empathy.I still remember the day when kabir had scalded himself accidentally when hew was just three and he was crying bitterly.I did not know how to make him understand what had happened or how to explain that pain will go away...I myself started crying badly and someone wiped my tears gently.I looked up to find my son wiping his tears simultaneously and telling me not to worry ,that everything would be fine.I cried even more,not because I was worried about his burn but because I was relieved to have found my son embracing me,taking on the role of comforter,when all that I was worried about injury.I still cry whenever I remember those moments and smile simultaneously.Since then so many days have passed and my son never stops surprizing me.One day he offered me my inhaler and a glass of water when I was having asthma bout,the other day he was patting my back when i choked on my food.
I dream of him being a success in his life.I don't dream of him being a doctor or an engineer but i dream of him being a self -reliant person.I dream of him being accepted as a part of our society when no one will deny to play with him,or when he would be invited to all the birthday parties that happen around us.I dream of the days when I will send out for chores on his own without being worried whether he would be able to find his way back home.I know it is a long struggle ahead but I dream on.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Money Matters....

I never thought I will talk about it but some recent happenings have made me ponder upon this issue.We were never filthy rich.When I was born, papa just had few rupees in his pocket.But then soon he got a new promising job and since then he always said I was his "laxmi".I brought good days to our family thats wat he believed.I was last affected by what he said or believed.We were comfortable middle class people.My mom also worked,WE kids went to a reputed school and we had a decent and modest upbringing.Our no needs,the truly needed ones ,ever went unfulfilled.As we grew up,the differences between me and my siblings became more noticeable.I was not spendthrift.I was satisfied with my simple life,little hobbies of music and reading and I hardly ever asked for pocket money.I gradually earned the tag of being a miser as i never entertained my friends and family going out of my way.I always believed in entertaining my friends in the comfy cosy comforts of my home.I still believe that and prefer celebrating various occasions at home.
I started earning and my money mostly went in treatment of my heart patient father.That also never worried me.Iwas rather thankful to God that Me and my mom managed to earn enough to manage our household.,Who craved for any luxuries,not me at least.I got married to an affluent family but I didn't want anything from my in laws.I and my husband were happy in our little home sweet home.When kabir was diagnosed with Autism,then for the first time I realized value of money.Now it was the question of providing him a secure future.We are still working on it.For that biggest sacrifice I have made is that I have dropped ,my dream of adopting a baby girl so that we can divert all our earnings for kabir and his future.
Then what happened that I have been made to realize that money matters????I have my parental home in Lucknow.We lived there since 1978.It was my grand parents home.Then it was poassed to my elder uncle,bt then weren't interested in living in lko,so We shifted there and they moved out of lucknow.I was born there and since 1978 till 2005,when I got married.Then my son was also born there.In short it has been my world for ages as it seems to me.I am obsessed with that home.I always imagined that me and my husband will live there post retirement.With all these dreams,I have been living my boring days in pune.Not many will agree but I find pune lacking in warmth what I experienced in lko and no day goes without me comparing my lucknow and pune.it has been almost 5 years when I settled here but I haven't been able to feel as my home town.I still feel like an intruder here,a total stranger.So once a year visit to lucknow will give me satisfaction of being in touch with my roots.
But yesterday me n my mom went to my uncle's place for some paper work regarding our Lucknow home and all of a sudden,he told that he wants to dispose off that home and wants to have the money.We were shell shocked .He says he can spare it for us if we pay him that huge amount that he expects to earn after the sale.That's no way possible.And we have been left with immense sense of loss.If only we wre filthy rich like them We could have done that.That home is all we have as memories of my deceased father and the sweet home that they made there day by day with their love and labour.....We are still grappling with the situation,not knowing how to console ourselves.....Money matters after all.

Friday, January 27, 2012

A usual day in my life till now

I don't know whether anyone would be interested in my usual day but just sharing it with yoy,so as to know people find it interesting or boring.I am basically very lazy type.During childhood days,i.e school days,if I had 10'o clock school,I 'll get up at 8' not before it.My nani tried her level best to make me get up at 4'o and do some studies or say some prayers.but our equations didn't agree ever.I was the darling of my grand mother(dadi) and thankfully ,she didn't set such high unattainable standards for me.During exams I will study whole evening and at night till 2' o.but early mornings were just not for me:-)Iam a totally night person.
After I joined college,it was even better.College started at 11' so now I could sleep for half an hour more.but I didn't miss out on physical exercise needed.I will walk for 4 km of my college and same for coming back.It served me two purposes-firstly I could some how control my weight,and secondly,I saved enough money to maintain my two passions-music and reading.My study hours moved to 11'p.m to 4'0 all throughout my P.G days.
College life ended and so ended the days of freedom.working life started....My school started at 7.30 and I had to catch a 6.45 bus.Oh ,what a torture it was,getting up at 5'o and finish daily chores,do puja,make tiffin n rush to the bus stop.Would you believe,I used to compensate my sleep in the bus.I would dose off the moment bus moved and my body clock would wake me up exactly 5 minute before I reached my stop.Everyone in the bus used to be so amused.But those days lasted for around 4 years.Then I started driving my scooty and all that charm of catching on my sleep was lost in the adrenaline rush of driving my own vehicle.I still feel that rush of passion as I think of those days.
Days passed rapidly and with changing jobs from H.A.L to K.V Bhavnagar,to D.P.S lko,then to A.P.S lko life didnt change much,almost same day schedule.Only thing that changed was that now I possessed mobile and so lot of time went in chatting and conversing with friends.Of them the most precious one was ofcourse my husband.We used to talk up to 4-5 hours daily....imagine.
Then came motherhood and my life changed.Now my schedule was dictated by my darling son,who unluckily didn't sleep much and so late nights and early mornings became the routine,and no afternoon nap too.....phew!! it was exhausting and it still is.....
Coming to my present life,my day starts at 6.30 a.m,beginning with getting kabir ready for his school,making his tiffin,and dropping him off to bus.Then I have almost 5 hrs in my hand which I spent differently,some days,just listening to music and finishing off my household chores,otherr days doing some writing or painting.and these days of winters I have just enjoyed my sweet slumber after sending kabir to school,till my maid comes to work.But despite all that laziness,my day begins with wishing my near and dear ones a very good morning.After kabir comes back,my day is devoted to him.Taking him to his special educator,speech therapist and the occupational therapist.Getting his schedule organized and followed,getting his h.w done and regular practise of academics.Evening ,I and Kabir go out.He does his cycling and playing with other kids.I monitor them during my walks.
Night of course is cooking and dinner.little t.v,some of kabir's choice and some of mine.and finally after kabir sleeps,I do some reading and then doze off.Nothing special about my schedule na!but it would need lot of revamping after my husband comes back.All that time that I spent on net,especially on fb will be done away with....and then I will share my new daily schedule with you my friends.:-)Now ,its bedtime,so good night and take care.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

My experiences of efforts of being a good parent..

To begin with,let me state,that I am no expert on good parenting,and my views are just out of my experience,and not any advice to anybody.I have been very good with kids since beginning and fond of girl child mostly.Rather I always preferred my nieces to my nephews so I was often blamed for being partial.When I got pregnant,definitely I was hoping for a daughter and when kabir was born,it was as if a challenge was thrown to me by God almighty,to prove that I could be a good mother to a son .Iam just sharing what I felt at that moment.But the moment I held my bundle of joy in my hands for the first time , it was a blissful moment,I can never forget .I don't think anyone can ever forget that moment,and its my personal belief that those memories help a great deal in those trying moments of motherhood or rather parenthood.
The moment I learnt of my pregnancy,I had immediately decided that I would quit working and will be a full time mother.Trust me,I have never regretted my decision,it has been six years since then.Its my personal feeling that child needs you full time especially in early years of childhood.And all the more so because its a beautiful experience watching your child grow before your eyes every moment.I am glad that I didn't miss out on any particular memory related to kabir,each day was a new chapter in parenthood unfolding itself beautifully and leaving it's imprint on my heart and mind.I don't intend to say that working mothers are any less dedicated to their kids .I ,myself had a working mother ,I never regretted that,except for the fact that being eldest child,I matured a little early thrust with the responsibilities.But it has had its own merits,I knew how to shoulder responsibilities well in time,so no complaints maa,my lovely mother who sowed seeds of being a good and responsible human being despite working full time.
My next experience related of being a good parent,which I learnt rather the hard way was that don't be too yielding to your child.For first three years I was the extreme doting mother,who hardly knew how to say "no" to my son.His delayed speech and then the diagnosis of ASD also was responsible for it.I was always so eager to be the voice of my son.But kabir's reluctance in obeying my instructions when he started going to special educator made me realize that i was in a way spoiling my son.He was very compliant to my husband and other people but non responsive to me.I had to take matters in my own hands,as his therapists made me realize that I was doing more harm than good.Then my husband left for abroad and now it was a bigger challenge be being both a strict parent and the doting mom.So I firmly feel that right from very beginning certain amount of strictness is good for the child....
Hats off to Pre-primary teachers and Primary teachers who make every thing so interesting for young impressionable minds that they open up to learning new things..so,when I would be thrown with a challenge to make kabir understand a new concept I have always tried to put myself into shoes with his teachers as to how they will do and it often opens up my mind to new ways of making things appealing for my son.So I feel that parents should work in tandem with the teachers of their kids .They should keep themselves aware of every new development in their kids life especially at school.I don't wait for parent teacher meeting held once in two or three months ,I take appointment every month to have a chat with his teacher and frankly discuss the problems ,I am facing with kabir more so on education and learning front.We should't assume that our responsibilities are over once our kid begins his/her school life.Rather results are lot better if parents and teacher work hand in hand.I have taught senior classes for many years and I always felt it was equal duty of parents and teachers to keep student morally motivated and interested in his/her studies.I always advised the parents not to over burden their children with pressures of high scoring and their ambitions.Today when I myself am a parent,I feel that it is not easy to keep your ambitions away from your child's performance but it is not impossible.Many will think that it is easy to say as my son is still too young to be part of any competition in the confines of their classroom or the boundaries of their school.I keep thinking of those days also which I will ultimately face.What I feel in those moments is not the anxiety as to how I will stop myself or my husband from pressurizing kabir for scoring high percentage.What I worry is that these days the limit of aspirations is not 80 or 90 percent ,it is 100 percent.,and keeping that in mind how will I stop kabir from pressurizing himself by the demands of today's education system.That's going to be a big challenge before me and all parents in time to come.
Lastly what I feel is one of the biggest challenge for parents in today's crime infested world filled with perverted minds is to save their kids from being victim of child abuse.I have seen cases of child abuse within my close circle and Its a daunting task before parents to teach their kids about self protection.What I have begin with is to teach kabir about primary concepts of good touch and bad touch.It's a bit difficult as kabir is a very affectionate and demonstrative child.So,to teach him how to refrain himself from hugging and kissing just anyone and everyone,and also to teach himself about being hugged and cuddled by just anyone.So,I am still working on the concept of circle of trust so as to make him understand how much proximity he should allow to different people that he knows and meets....
So, adieu till I have got few more ideas and experiences to share with you all.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Almost single

I am almost single.....Well,well,well,I m still happily married,but bringing up my son almost single handedly and trust me its an enormous task.Hats off to all single mothers.Being entrusted with the responsibility of an aspergers son makes it all difficult and then fathers play an important role in healthy upbringing of a male child,doctors told me.But can't turn off face from the reality that for few months more I have to handle it all alone .My main concern is how to do it all without ignoring the importance of father in his life.But boys are different,they need cricket,football,boxing,going out on a two wheeler and cars....In short they need "action" and un luckily I am not action oriented at all...:-( .I am one of those females who are far away from all possible sorts of action,who live in the mushy mushy world of love and romance and who are still a child a heart,dying to play with their dolls and just forget the nitty gritties of life and live free from onerous responsibilities of this mad mad world....in their fairy tale world.
The day kabir's diagnosis was made,I was shaken out of my fairy tale world,which I had led till then despite job and family responsibilties.But being a stubborn and determined taurean I refused to kill enjoying the simple joys of life and did not forget to smile at the harsh realities of life.Lot of credit goes to my husband,my mother,my sister and choicest of friends,,who have stood by me,whether they acceptedthe diagnosis or not.Yes,few of them still believe that kabir is just a case of developmental delay.I and my husband gave full respect to their opinions but didnt allow it to prejudice our action plan.We started with speech therapy as kabir wasnt verbal till two and a half years of age and it was heart breaking as well as horrifying.Then we started visits to the special educator,that was very motivating and then to deal with kabir's sensory issues we started occupational therapy.
It was manageable till my husband was in India,though he used to shuttle between mumbai and pune.Once he left for abroad,for a project,realities struck me even harder.I was alone with entire responsibility of right development of my son and that too with such uncertain and unknown paths and maneouveres .I fought my sense of inadequacy and fears of facing this hostile city and tried to manage alone.There were developments and progresses ,kabir became verbal.He started well at his pre-school and currently he is in senior kg.He will be promoted to class 1 this june onwards.With lot of free time in hand i have become lazy.I still day dream a lot and since I don't keep very good health,keep fighting those issues too.At such occasions I feel as if living life of a single mother,managing everything all alone,with no shoulder to cry upon...and occasionally get this feeling of life not being fair to me.At forty,this is not the life I had dreamed of.
But ,then being the stubborn one ,the way I am,I keep reminding myself that a new horizon is waiting for me and my family,when we will be together and till then I am Almost Single...free to enjoy life the way I can after discharging my duties and responsibilities.I am not regretting this brief spell of being alone....

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Power of Loneliness

Finally after a long time I have again settled down to pen down or should I say type down my thoughts.I have been struggling through long spell of loneliness,my husband being abroad and my son being busy in his own world.I was sinking deep into gloom,not doing much except being lost in nostalgic memories of beautiful family time spent earlier.Loneliness has many risks....like sinking you deep into depression,making you melancholic and even making you irritable,so jealous of others spending time and enjoying in company of their loved ones.I was no exception.Past few months I have spent either being lost in day dreams or being irritable and jealous at good fortunes of others and I have been neck deep into depression too.but slowly and steadily i have realized or I should say one of my friends have made me realize that Iam not that lonely.I have the most powerful companion,my creative side,whose power I can unleash to its full bounds in my loneliness.

So let me share with you the good aspects of loneliness .I have had unlimited time for introspection.Once you get tied down to family and motherhood ,there is hardly any time for yourself.But with lot of free time in my hands I have given lot of time to understand the way I have changed over years.Yes,I have changed but not necessarily evolved.I have been a caring and loving wife and a thoughtful mother too but side by side I have immersed myself so much into this process that I have lost my independent self somewhere down the line.No,no ,no,don't take me wrong.I am not blaming my marriage,my husband or my son for this.I am one of those luckiest wives whose husband has stood through thick and thin.My husband always has supported my being independent.learning more and more,and I credit my M.Phil and Advanced Diploma in Creative Writing to his support only.He is rather disappointed with my decision of being just a home maker.He has full faith that I am far more capable than that n I m allowing my high qualifications rust in the folds of time.Few days back ,just idly browsing through my resume and my whole bunch of certificates I realized how correct he was,My lonely days have made me realize that I am far more capable of supporting my family and there is my creative self waiting to utilize its full potential.
Other merit of my being alone has been to learn how to control my impulsive self.I am one of those people who take out their frustrations and wrath on their nearest and dearest ones.But with no one by my side(at least in person) except my young son,my immediate reaction was to take it out on my friends but then gradually I am realizing that I am hurting all those people who love me so much and who by choice haven't left my side despite all my foolishness and follies.I have learnt the value of their love and dedication and hopefully I will turn out to be equally caring and dedicated ones.
With lot of time in hand and with personality of the type that I can be mentally present at two places,(meaning that I m doing one thing and thinking of something else),what i have learned is to gather myself and be total in my efforts at one time instead of my distracted halves.I know you will say that what is an achievement in this.But trust me,when you are living a busy life performing your various roles,you learn the knack of making the things fall into their places.you often have no choice.But true talent is when you have lot of time in your hands,and no rush to give your best performance,how to best utilize the time and the opportunities without undermining yourself.It is indeed an art to learn to preserve your identity in this maze of incessant thoughts that gather around you in so much free time.
Well these are some merits I have found in my long spell of idle time and hopefully I have come out lot more understanding,giving due credit to different relations in my life and probably on this trail to rediscover my self and my creativity,which everyone sees in me and makes me realize but I have ignored it for too long.Waiting to see myself living new roles and responsibilities in this new year.Now for myself I can truly wish everyone and myself a very happy new year.:-)