How Blogging Started

        When I look back now to write something about my life, everything seems blurred. My life as a child, as a student or as a corporate employee seems less significant now because of all the fun and excitement that I am experiencing now as a mother; a mother of two chimps. Does that make me a chimp too? I don’t care much because the journey is quite fulfilling. The challenges of a mother can only be appreciated by another mother. And I know it perplexes many of my friends when I say I am doing good taking care of my children. “Oh! How you manage two of them alone?” “Don’t you miss being alone and free?” “How come you are happy leaving such a job and sitting at home?” These are the comments I mostly get to hear when I meet “friends” after a long time along with the oh-the-poor-thing look. I won’t say that such questions didn’t affect me. They did. They surely did. I questioned myself about the decisions I made in my life. The choices I made for myself made me look like a fool in front of my “friends”. I felt crestfallen. I felt small. I felt negligible. Before I could sulk more, two pairs of little arms came around me and made me realize that in no way I am small. In no way I am negligible because for these two little souls I am the source of their being. Oblivious of my predicaments, they kept complaining about their toys. (The wheel of the tanker isn’t moving and one eye of the toy dog popped out). I smiled. Then I had a realization. (But before that I had to fix the toys obviously). I realized who I really am. I am that timid girl who chose a stream very different from the one chosen by all of my friends. I am that overprotected girl, who despite having all the options to be in the cocoon chose to pursue something away from home, alone. I am the girl who faced adversity for being different than the mass but never settled for anything less deserving or by compromising my values. In many ways, I hadn’t pleased my peers then. I had a blast then and I am having a blast now. I chose to be different not because I liked attention or something. I chose the route that seemed right to me. I chose to be a mother first when my son was born 6 years back. I knew it would be challenging. But I wanted to embrace motherhood tightly with both my arms. In no way I made a wrong decision because I know; I had a tremendously good time with them growing inch by inch in front of me. I made such memories of pure love affection and belongingness that if I had missed any bit of it, I would have regretted my entire life. All the pain of parenting gets compensated by the perks. The hugs, the cuddles, and the sloppy kisses just erase all the hardships. If I am taunted again by any of my friends about the “sacrifices” or “losses” I have made because of my children, I know now how to just smile and move away. I am happy because I have spent the happiest years of parenting with my kids when they needed me the most.

        I called a very good friend of mine the other day. We talked after ages. We were catching up. Then he suddenly asked me what I was doing. I told him very positively about my life and he seemed genuinely happy listening to me. It felt good. It felt uplifting. Then he asked a question which no one asked me before. He asked, “Okay, what are your plans for the future?” I was like…..blank. He told, “Your kids are growing. Its lockdown now, but things will change soon. Have you thought anything about what you are going to do when they both will spend more time at school?” I wasn’t prepared for that. He continued, “Look, I am happy for you and I don’t want to spoil your time, but nothing lasts forever. Your kids will grow faster than you imagine. They will demand privacy after some time. It comes as a shocker for many when they have to let their kids go to pursue their dreams. I don’t want you to be trapped in that. You were so talented. I am sure you still are. Don’t forget your other side. Build something which will remain with you.” Seeing me perplexed, he said,” Hey, I am not asking you to join the job that you were doing back then. It was high paying undoubtedly, but it will demand the same kind of commitment. I know that’s not possible now. What I am asking you to do is start looking at yourself other than a mom. I know you are much more than that”. I nodded to myself. After he hung up, I sat down to think. From morning to night, I am committed to my family. How can I manage something for my own? Where is the time? Then my husband pitched in and supported my friend. Indeed, I am lucky to have him to be a silent pillar for all my decisions. I decided to start something, and then the idea of blogging dawned into me. I used to write journals since childhood. Why not continue doing it on a different platform and in a systematic manner!? And that’s how this blog came into being. I shall portray my thoughts, life events, home décor, and organizing tips, sure shot hacks, religious views, DIY projects, loved recipes, books, and movie related views and everything else that makes my life whole. I have been a whole-time mother for the last six years. What made this journey better shall also come here. So yes, a few more Gyan on parenting too, but that would be my fundas as a hands-on mother and not from some parenting book. 

        So, this blog can be considered as my third child; the child who has been created to be with the creator forever. The creation will reflect the rumblings of my mind, which never settles for mediocrity and always striving to rise high.