The story started as our version of Fairytopia. With me, the mad witch, trying all kinds of spells and stunts to grapple with my two sweet little bickering fairies.
The fairies are on their own wings now, but the fairy tales continue.
So does the magic and the madness!.
I'd love to hear from those of you who've had a glimpse into our world. Thanks for being a part of it.
No it's not about my daughters' but my own...
The heady, exhilaration..
The soft, mushy feeling..
A solace, a homecoming
An adventure, a discovery
Someone who was always there for me,
Setting my imagination free,
Letting my dreams soar
Bringing a smile on my face no matter how lousy the day was,
My best friend, my strength, my happiness,
My best memories
If that isn’t love, then what is?
My Amar Chitra Kathas,
The man who gave me some of the best moments of my life, who shaped my childhood, passed away early this month.
I had to log on to pay homage to this wonderful man,
And to thank him for leaving behind a wonderful legacy for my children too..
(This is my younger daughter’s typical afternoon read-unwinding after school, even during exam time. And I can’t blame her.)
So even though I am on an unplanned blog break, even though I am running a backlog on my work, on kids' exam preparation, I had to write this one post.
Thank you, Uncle Pai! For making my childhood so much better.
These are the details of my experience as a HSBC Credit Card holder. You can help me and possibly many others like me by circulating this link, taking the time to read this post, and advising me on what are my options now.If you are the independent type who believes in not learning from other people’s experiences, please continue using your HSBC Credit Card.26th April 2009After a long day out the previous day, as I was keeping away all the shopping and arranging my bag-I notice that my credit card pouch is missing. I go down, check in the car, all around the house and then not to take any risks, call up the Banks.ICICI assures me there has been no misuse, blocks the card.HSBC-yes there has been a series of transactions-of amounts adding up to approx 10K,, blocks the card and advices me to log a complaint with the police and drop a copy of that complaint to the nearest branch or ATM.I drop everything I was doing to rush and do all that.I couldn’t submit the papers to HSBC because there…
I am starting to write my own
story here. First, because my primary source
of inspiration-my conversations (aka tirades, rants, clashes, slugfests) are so
few and far between with the girls moving to boarding school. Second (or maybe this is the
primary reason) because as formal studies are taking over their life in a
stronger grip (my last post);, I feel as if I am re-living that trauma
again. I wrote this part of the story
first on a post for mycity4kids. Reposting here.. At fifteen, Elena had to decide on her ‘subject-combination’. It took me back to the time when I had to make my choice. I had been for waiting for months for the time where we get to choose which subjects to study. I loved History and Literature and Geography. The combination wasn’t ‘available’ in our school so I had to pick the nearest available package. I think it was History, English and Home Science. My parents were aghast. Their well-wishers (extended family, neighbors, friends, friends of friends, families and all)…
(This post is a continuation of my story from the earlier post This happened a generation ago. I have tried very hard not
to repeat my parents’ mistakes. But I am sure; I have made plenty of different ones.
I just hope that my daughters deal with them in a better way than I did. )
Mummy meant well. Being a teacher, she was well-informed about the benefits of CBSE
over the archaic state board syllabus and so she changed my school in 11th
standard. Yes she also wanted me to be away from the strong peer pressure, my
existing group of friends, and begin again as a focused student. I did not want to be a focused student. Getting better marks
on subjects I anyway didn’t want to study didn’t make much sense. As a teenager
who drew on the company of her friends for oxygen, it felt like the end of life
to be forced to cope without them. (My imagination and my
emotions were always dramatic (rather melodramatic) as per conventional norms.
But that’s how I think and feel. Yeah, even now J.) I did try…