Magic of Motherhood

I am no poet. In fact far from it, but why do I feel like writing a poem about the magic of motherhood?


At the end of a really trying and tiring day, why does the exuberant smile on my baby's face in response to my silly sounds make my day?


On seeing me, why does my baby crawling towards me from the end of the room and gesturing 'pick me up' makes every minute worthwhile?


When my baby stands up and takes his first few steps looking at me for encouragement and support, why does my heart brim with joy and pride at his achievement?


When my baby goes deep into slumber while listening to my special song for him, why do I feel a deep sense of contentment as if the most important job was well done?


When I see my baby and husband sleeping peacefully next to each other, why I do feel as if life is as it should be?

Big changes..little pleasures

Well I am trying to get back to my old life..but the life I once lived does not exist anymore. There have been big changes in my life since the time I blogged last. It has been 9 months since I have blogged - the time it takes to have a baby. Yes, I had a baby - one of the most life changing experiences for a woman. My six month, over-active son is banging on the laptop as I write this. I cannot believe how many times in a day I say "No Kanna" and still it makes no difference to my baby who is determined and relentless in his objectives to be on the move constantly, all day long.

Motherhood has been challenging so far. I have had my moments of pure joy, frustration, excitement and exhaustion. But, it has been an interesting journey being a full-time mom. I am happy were I am in my life. I know these moments with the baby is fleeting like the clouds, so I am trying to absorb, soak and capture the fun times with my son. I am understanding the true meaning of patience and I am so looking forward to spending time with him everyday.

By the way, I missed reading all your blogs. I am catching up. :-)

Pained!

For the past 4 days I have been trying to get over thinking about the Mumbai terror, but my mind keeps going back to the senseless terror, the innocent people who lost their lives, their loved ones, their agony and so forth. I feel depressed, sad and extremely sorry for the victims and their family. My prayers are with them. Also hope I will regain my peace of mind soon. For the first time I feel that I should not fear such incidents, instead face whatever comes my way and not let the terrorists win!

Shopping with Dad

My dad and my husband are quite similar in many aspects, yet they have very different personalities. One aspect which my husband and dad are uniquely different are their shopping traits. I used to think my dad was unique when to came to shopping, because he loves shopping, especially with me, but I don't think thats true, because I hear from many of my friends that their dads were great shopping partners, while their husbands are not :-).

My dad used to shop clothes, jewellery and shoes for us whenever he used to travel to new places. I remember the time from childhood to teenage, my dad used to accompany me to all my shopping trips. He would scan the entire shop over and over again and get me clothes to the trial room to try. Dad would then patiently wait for me outside the dressing room to see what fits me best. If a particular outfit fitted and suited me well, we would be so thrilled about it, like we had won a lottery or something. The amazing part of this shopping routine was, my dad's tastes and mine were completely alligned. Many times, we would end up buying more than one set, just because we like it and endure the wrath of my mom at home. My dad is in his mid-sixities now and he is still very particular about clothes. After every shopping trip with him, my mom complains to me over phone about how she was tortured, while my dad took his own sweet time to decide on the clothes :-). I often smile when I hear this and relate to my dad so much. My husband can relate so much with my mom, as he gets really very impatient shopping with me.

My husband is like my mom. Shopping for them is a necessary evil, not a pleasure. There is no excitement in that process. While I eagerly look for clothes to try out, I always can sense my husband's impatience, like a child who wants to break free from the tight grasp of his mom to go play. After I try out and choose something I like, my husband would be happy like he won lottery (now, not because I found a good dress, but because he is free to go now :-( ).

I ofcourse miss my dear shopping partner (my dad), but I do appreciate my husband's tolerance levels. He accompanys me to every shopping trip, even though it is not an enjoyable process for him. :-)

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Our Diwali Celebrations

I thought I will start off the blogging routine with a post about our Diwali celebrations. This Diwali was so much fun because this was the first Diwali I was at home after 7 years of being away from India and we had my husband's dad with us, so it was very special. I definitely missed celebrating Diwali in India, but I have been away from home for Diwali for so many years, that I don't remember the excitement and happiness that festival bought.

The day started off with nalangu, oil bath and wearing new clothes. I cooked the standard diwali cooking - more kulambu, rasam, vadai and payasam. We decorated the house with lamps and candles. We had our husband's cousin join us for dinner in the evening.

I have made medu vada before, but do not remember it turning out so well like yesterday. I got excellent tips from Vah Reh Vah youtube video. Check it out if you making medu vada.

Happy Diwali to all you bloggers!!:-) It is really fun to read other people's diwali celebrations.

Time to update my blog!

Finally I felt the need to update my blog. These past months I had so much I wanted to write about, I would think about new topics while I am getting ready to sleep or driving or in the shower, yet I could not bring myself to write any new posts. I then realized how difficult it is to keep a blog updated. Hats off to all of you who keep others entertained with your blog updates. Probably you deserve an award for this. Let me think of an award and pass to all the people who keep me entertained with their blog posts. As usual I have been reading a lot of blogs, even though I never kept mine updated.

These past few months so many changes have happened to me. Both on the personal and professional front. Luckily all these changes have been really good for me and I am happy about that.

I hope I can manage to write some new posts once in while..we'll see :-)

Olympic Inspirers

While everyone is going ga-ga about Olympic achievers Micheal Phelps, Usian Bolt, Nastia Lukin or Shawn Johnson, personally there are few that have captured my heart, even though they might have not won any medals or broken world records.

Alicia Sacramone:



Gymnast Alicia Sacramone faltered on the balance beam before she even started her routine. You could hear the audience's shock and the commentator saying what a disaster this was for US gymnastic team. Alicia herself realized at the moment she lost balance that she stripped her team of any Gold medal dreams. However, she went on to completing the rest of her routine perfectly. Many people in her position would have given up, because after years of working for something so dear to you, losing it because of bad luck feels really awful. In her interview later she said that it was rare for her to have lost balance like that. But it happened and she moved on. What I liked about her was that she had the courage, determination and sportsmanship to continue and do what she needed to do. She accepted responsibility for her mistakes even though according to experts even if Alicia had given a perfect routine, they would be still lagging behind China has they performed routines with more difficulty. I really feel that she was unfairly scored in the vault competition which she competed for later and lost the chance of winning the bronze, but I knew this girl will get through it. :-)

Milorad Cavic (the guy who "almost" won Phelps)

Cavic would have changed history by defeating the world's greatest swimming champ. But he apparently came second place to Phelps by 1/100th of a second. This just seems like bad luck or plain unfairness. Even when one watches the clip by clip images of Phelps and Cavic, it is not crystal clear that Phelps finished the race earlier. However I am really impressed with how Cavic has taken this in his stride and moved on. Read his interview here. I guess thats life. It may not be fair, you might not get what you worked for. You might have played all the cards right and still might have not reaped its benefits. What can one do in these circumstances? I guess we have to just move on and as hard and difficult it might seem, we just need to maintain a positive attitude that our day will come.

Lolo Jones



I saw sprinter Lolo Jones do very well in the heats and in the semi-finals. I was shocked to see that she came 5th place in the finals. Unfortunately it was not her day. She was leading the race until she hit the 8th hurdle and lost her speed. According to her this rarely happens and happened during the most important day of her life. Jones had faced several difficulties in life and she managed to come this far, just because of her sheer determination and her love for the sport. It is really a very inspiring story. Read more here. Really an example of what life can throw at you in the most unexpected time and fashion. Like Jones says, what can you do in these circumstances other than to try again? Well easy to say, but really very difficult to follow. Time is the healer of all wounds.

I am sure there are many, many more Olympic heroes like these people who have captured our hearts in displaying mental strength in the face of adverse circumstances. Apart from sports there are many people in life who have shown greatness in spirit despite difficulties. My three cheers to them. I did read that you need not be a medal winner to be an Olympic champion. So true!