Tuesday, September 2, 2014

When was the last time. . .

. . .you did something that you loved?

I am not talking about bungee jumping or para-sailing. Although, to be honest, those could be the things that you really love, of course.

No, I am talking about the more mundane things, the ones we take for granted, every single day. We are so caught up in this rat race of a life that we very rarely savour and relish the ordinary. When I woke up this morning, I made a resolve. I told myself I was going to enjoy everything that I did today.



This could include 

...just standing by the stove and waiting for my tea to come to a rolling boil, while I basked in the warmth that it gave off at 5 a.m. on a chilly morning.

...sitting and watching the sun rise slowly over the horizon, as I sipped and savoured my beverage.

... cuddling my daughter while she lay twisted up in the blanket that kept her comforted all night long.

...laughing ridiculously at a seemingly un-funny joke that she cracked whilst brushing her teeth.

...watching her blow gently on the hot chocolate milk so that she wouldn't scald her tongue and marveling at the fact that she is old enough to do that now!

And the day had just begun! But I already had a huge smile on my face!

This is the essence of our existence and children show us how to do it every single day. Live in the moment, enjoy it to the fullest and see how much happier you can be. If we made that our motivating force every morning, wouldn't your life be more cheery, positive and uplifting?

Because, believe it or not, these are the extraordinary moments of our lives. When we are old, tired and reminiscing, it is the memory of such precious seconds that will sustain us, for many hours to come.



How do you savour Life's little moments?

Care to share?

❤  Thank you for being here. 

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Monday, September 1, 2014

Urgency, Importance and a couple of Milestones

Parenting is challenging on so many levels that it sometimes becomes difficult to put into words exactly what you want to say and how you say it. No, I am not referring to Writer's Block. Instead, I am talking about the fact that you're brimming over with ideas, but you want to wait and weave the post with care, a pinch of strictness and oodles of love.

One sunny afternoon as I sat and mulled over the distinction between the words 'Urgent' and 'Important', it struck me that there is far more meaning in both those words than what they appear to say on first glance. You would probably think they are interchangeable. I mean, isn't everything that is urgent also important?

 Not necessarily. Let me show you a simple syllogism.

All Prime numbers are Odd numbers

But all odd numbers are not prime numbers.


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The only exception to the first statement is the number '2', which is even.

That's simple, right?

Ok, to get back to the subject, why are Urgent and Important not interchangeable? Here are more examples:

A deadline is urgent but the love your child showers on you is important.

Rushing to the hospital when you're ill is something that's born out of urgency; but, taking good care of your health in the long-term is important.

Finishing that blog post before the clock strikes midnight is urgent; savouring the words that find their way on to the page is important, even if it means you publish it an hour after the deadline.

So, you get it now, don't you? Things that are urgent can generally be described in the physical, material sense. But, far more beautiful are those things that stem from an emotional place like the heart, for they are truly important.

But, what about that exception? That even number which is also a prime number? Oh, we have that too.

For instance, getting a medical service like an ambulance when someone who is dear to you is fighting for their life, is both urgent and important.

In her own inimitable way, Gy has managed to help me understand the implication of this statement.

I want her to grow up, firm in the knowledge that her importance in my life will never be superseded by the urgency of the routine tasks of a mundane existence.

I've learnt I will always have time to slow down and smell the roses, even when we are dashing off to catch the school bus.

I've learnt to let her tell me every minute detail of her school day, even if it means she goes to bed half an hour later than her bedtime.

I've learnt to shed the rules about nurturing independence at this age and gladly stepped in to help her with her chores, because of the smiles and hugs that she generously bestows upon me.

Am I doing the right thing? Choosing the important over the urgent? The best part is I don't know. And the even better part is, it doesn't matter. For one thing, there is no standard book of rules for parenting. We make up our rules as we go along. We tweak them to allow for discrepancies. We live, love, laugh and relish every single second that we can. Because, this will all be over way too soon.

Then, all that you're left with is the pile marked 'Urgent'. Funnily though, once the child leaves the nest, even that pile doesn't seem important enough anymore.

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Today, I am proud to share a double milestone in the blogging world:


  • For one,  I have now published 200 posts on this blog of mine. 

  • Also, on the 21st of August, 2014, my blog baby officially turned 7 years old.
Thank you to all my wonderful readers and fellow bloggers, who keep me motivated to write what I feel. Between you lot and my darling Gy, there really isn't much more that a person can ask for.

Sunday, August 24, 2014

The 12 most dominant ways Facebook affects me

Do you know that my posting frequency on this blog has dropped alarmingly? And I don't like it. Not one bit!

This blog was the original reason for my being on the Web. Stories of my parenting ups and downs have kept me connected to so many people, parents and non-parents alike. It is my go-to zone for sharing my snippets on Parenting, schooling in Bangalore and life lessons from my daughter, Gy.

Somewhere along the way, I started doing something else, though. I was drawn in by the lure of social media. And when I say social media, I mean the insidious lure of the networking sites such as Twitter and Facebook. And when I say 'sites', I mean, only Facebook.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Two much of a good thing

                                    Welcome to Guest Tuesday- my fortnightly feature

Yes, yes, I am here. Did you miss me? Just been really busy with my other blog, of course, where I have committed to write daily. Phew!

Today, I am very happy to welcome one of the best Mom bloggers out there. Hey, even her blog is Obsessive Mom! Tulika Singh and I connected last year, over a post I had written regarding Math flash cards. With some people, you just know. You click so instantly that it is no coincidence that Destiny brought you together. Tulika and I are exactly like that. She and I exchange incredibly long chat messages, where she completes my thoughts and I pull her leg over various things, blog-wise and otherwise. Her genuine nature comes through in her writing and her super-cool factor permeates her blog posts.

It is my honour and privilege to host Tulika here. Thank you for this post, Tulika.

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Author Bio:

I am a journalist by profession and worked with The Hindustan Times and then the Times of India. When the twins came along I gave up long nights of editing copy to night-shifts of a very different kind. I became a full time, hands on, stay at home mum. At about the same time I started blogging at obsessivemom.blogspot.com. The twins took up all my mindspace. The blog gave me a place to put it all down and spared my friends endless hours of baby talk.

Having them has been a wonderful, enlightening journey of self-discovery. I always was an avid reader. I found I was also a bit of a crafter, a very enthusiastic photographer and a barely passable cook. 

I am now, a freelance writer and a copy editor and blogger. I divide my time between my two passions – writing and, yeah you guessed it, the twins.


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