Being a mother !

Just like actress Kareena Kapoor Khan in the Bollywood movie  ‘Jab we met’, I also used to fantasize being married and have a family of my own since my teens :) ( Grass is always green on the other side. Never knew how hard it is until I was married ;) (Pun intended)).

After completing my engineering in computer science I was placed at a multinational organisation from my university campus. Married to my love, enjoying my life as an individual not worried or bothered about anything until I had my son.

It was in the early morning of the cold November winter when my little cupid came into my arms.  Tears flowing from my eyes as I planted my first kiss on his forehead... the best moment of my life... After 7 years of working in a corporate industry I decided to be a stay-at-home-mum, nurture my little one and see him grow happily... Well it was definitely not that “happily ever after” fairy tale I used to dream about since my childhood...the whole spectrum of my life changed...

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Amidst those initials stages almost close to 2 years of dreadful sleepless nights trying to control his tears, with tears flowing from my eyes cursing the lord, putting up with his sudden tantrums and fussy eating habits I was learning to be a mother... All this while it was only about me and my stuff, experiencing the joy of “taking”... but since my son it was always about him and his needs..I realized the ecstasy of “giving”...

Managing my kid along with laundry, cooking, cleaning, shopping, groceries drove me insane doing things round the clock and drifted me completely from my social life...    
I realized the phrase “Working Mother” is redundant :). 
But when I hear those meaningless tiny phrases from my little one or see that beautiful giggle or a chuckle on his face, or some naughty funny moves he makes, those funny curious questions he asks me... all the hardships I had undergone disappears just in a flash of a second...

Being a mother has given me the strength, immense patience and the will to handle all odds of life at ease... My little boy is three and half years now and started with his nursery schooling... There is still a very long way for me to go as a mother but definitely has given me the confidence to face it... the pride and the joy of “being a mother”.... :)

The spookiest moment in my life!!!

It was year 2000 and I was in my 10th grade. My board exams were to commence in a couple of months. I was preparing for the revision tests staying up late most of the nights.

A month before my exams my grand dad had passed away and things were not the same ever since then with my granny who was very intimate with him. They were married for 65 longs years and it was very hard for her to let go. I could remember vividly my grand mom sobbing in the nights reminiscing her wonderful days with my grand dad. My study room was right beside my granny’s room and I could hear her murmuring, whispering creepy stuff in those dark nights driving me crazy. It was one such night when I had to get outside my room to fetch a bottle of water from the refrigerator. I usually don’t do this since I had to surpass my granny’s room and I was very scared to see her awake throughout the night staring at the walls. As I was nearing the fridge I heard my granny call me. For a moment I stood still as I was not sure if I should visit her room.

Very hesitantly I went up to her and asked why she called me. She remained silent for few seconds and then enquired about my exams and why I was not visiting her room off late. I took a deep breath and just told her that everything was ok and that I was busy studying. When I was about to retire from her room she asked me to stop and speak a few words with my grand dad whom she believed was sitting beside her on her cot. I was appalled rather perplexed wondering if I heard her right. I returned to her asked her what she told again. When she repeated the same thing I thought initially she was hallucinating and my grand dad’s loss has worked on her brains too much. But I was wrong. My granny insisted that he was sitting right next to her and that even he was talking to me asking about my school. I stood pale, speechless. She was turning to her right and talking to my grand dad (probably) and telling him how busy I am these days. I did not utter a word after this and walked straight into my room, emptied the entire bottle of water I was holding in my hand and trying to digest the things that happened some minutes before.

It was after this incident the whole world around me changed and made me believe in paranormal existence. I never stayed awake late in the nights and never ever visited my granny’s room. J