Corporeal...

All of us look forward to enjoying a holiday.

Despite meticulous planning, sometimes everything seems to work against you and things are not under control anymore.

Such vacations happen not to test your patience or to check your troubleshooting capacity, they happen just to shed the load off your shoulders and set your mind free. All we need to do is go with the flow and make unforgettable memories.

One such holiday hit me recently. Here goes....

Me, Cherry and Hubby were off to a grand hotel stay for 2 days and 3 nights. Short one but I was adamant at making the most of it.

At first I bugged cherith with his homework since I dint not want any backlog. After many pleases and even more pleading from hubby, I kept the books aside.

We got ready and decided to take a tour of the hotel. A curious wanderer that cherry is, he knocked open a door inside which an Indian was trying to woo a Chinese girl.

Well, you can imagine the worst but the poor guy was still at the start of his program and found cherry glaring at him. Me and hubby mumbled sorry while I tried to get my hands on the door handle to shut it close.

I continued to give Cherry a stern "No No" look and a moment later he asked me sheepishly "Mumma, what was that uncle doing?" Me and Hubby paused and we burst out laughing as our son quizzically looked on.

A little ahead was a huge room, apparently a ball room that hosted dance parties. The next floor was completely mesmerising.

There was only one room with some incredible artifacts and pieces made by amazing sculptors. Just when we were trying to figure out the cultures and countries they belonged to, Cherry picked up something that looked like a rhino horn. It had some inscriptions he wanted to decipher.

"Mumma, Papa look at this" he exclaimed and before we could get our hands on it, he brought it close to his mouth and blew it, a blaring poooooo followed and the surroundings started to shake as if an earthquake had struck. The walls started cracking and the floor beneath us tore apart making a big hole.

As clueless and astonished travellers we saw a beautiful red carpeted spiral staircase making its way into the hole and the view from where we stood was breathtaking. Cherry sure regretted blowing the horn but ab kya?

An army of an Egyptian pharaoh emerged from behind the walls with unreal weapons. "I love you" I screamed to hubby and cherry as we held on to each other tight awaiting our end.

Hubby, the quick thinker, held our hands and pulled us out of the room. We ran outside to save our lives and entered the big ball room again. This time my mouth dropped.

All of my family, parents, uncles, aunties, siblings, cousins, sisters and brother in laws and the kids were all there in traditional attires. Are they here for a Sangeet night I thought to myself while outside I shouted at all of them to just vacate the place as hell was approaching.

I could not feel hubby's and cherry's hands in my hands anymore and I looked around as I panicked even more. "Mumma" I heard him call and I turned to find him and my eyes opened.

I found him sleeping in his bed just as cutely as he always does and I turned to look at the clock 6.30.

What a dream!! Everything that took place was so vivid, it felt bona fide and not at all delusional.

I got out of bed smiling at the thought of narrating my fantasy feat to cherry and hubby and getting their reactions.

This is not new to me though, I have had hundreds of insane dreams and I thoroughly enjoy them after waking up. I feel ecstatic at the power of my imagination, it takes me places I never actually go to but it feels corporeal nonetheless (;

Dream on!!

CHEERS!
GOD BLESS!!

CHS

Touched...

Parenting makes us do so much!!

From changing our habits, to planning routine. From keeping an eye on the child's behaviour to being vary of our own while they are around. From writing once a week to once a month and then just a few in a year...

Well, I don't really mean to blame it on anyone but there are so many things that you are clustered with and trust me, being a parent is one job you can not master for years.

As I said earlier, it's a two way learning process. We as parents and they as kids learn and grow and become better together.

I chose to write today to permanently save this one small anecdote. It happened yesterday but I want the feel of it to stay with me forever.

So the week that just got over was Cherith's assesment week at school. For the first time oral and written assessment was done during the same week. We did our practice and revisions everyday and I knew he would have done well.

PTM was scheduled yesterday and I hate to be late. So I got him ready and told him I'll finish cleaning the bathroom and then we will go up to have breakfast before leaving for school.

"Mumma, don't wet your saree while cleaning" he said. "There will be water, might get a little damp" I replied teasingly looking at him.

"Change your saree if it gets dirty, wear another nice one" he went on to say.

"We are just going to your school laddu" I played along.

He rested his hand on my shoulder, looked down "Koi bhi aap pe hasega toh mujhe accha nahi lagega" he said and smiled. I could see his eyes gleaming and my eyes filling up.

I just cannot explain how those words felt. It touched me that my baby loved me, it moved me that he felt that way but more than everything I was happy I was going the right way as far as parenting was concerned. There many such little things and little sweet gestures from Cherith that are so touching, they just make my day.

On the contrary, there are incidents and talks of how children are getting insensitive towards parents and elders. They refuse to help, do any work, back answer, disobey even rebel. Children are getting less emotional, more open and even more detached.

In all of this, when a four year old shows this kind of respect and sensitivity, I feel I am doing some sensible job.

We headed for school and with all answers written well, a check in all assesment parameters and an A in all developmental aspects, I was rejoicing as a mom.

Also every PTM, I make it a point to ask his teacher how he behaves in class. The teacher says he is naughty but that never troubles her or other kids in class.

At home, I tell Cherry "I would not mind you scoring a few less marks or getting a few lesser grades but I will not tolerate bad behaviour come what may. I want you to be polite, respect others, help and share".

Too much load a little heart you might wonder but I feel its never too early to imbibe good things. Afterall a good seed will become a fruitful green plant and a stronger tree.

This also throws me back to a roadies real heroes auditions of a girl called Bhargasetu Sharma. The girl is 21, has won bravery awards, she is into rescuing and sheltering pets and abandoned animals and was a real hero in the last season of roadies.

Neha Dhupia asked her if life had changed after all the awards and she said "not really" and to that Nikhil said "you have no idea how happy that answer of yours has made me"

Sandeep Singh added that these things come with the upbringing and I could not agree more.

In this racing and pacing world, it is so difficult to keep children grounded. Truth, Honesty, Love, Loyalty, Compassion, being Humble, are all felt and nurtured rather than being taught.

We need not strive to make them toppers or champions but I strongly give credence to transferring our treasure of values so these little ones grow up to be best human beings and eventually be successful.

May there be light in all our hearts to guide our future generations to a brighter tomorrow. And while we are all at it, let's also continue to cherish our golden days and relive them with our munchkins.


CHEERS!!
GOD BLESS!


CHS