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.
My Story and Hers: Which way do we go?
This is a continuation of events from my previous post when
my friend and I had decided we needed to change the ‘new’ school.
My mother said bye to me as usual as I left for school. Then
she stood still with shock and screamed: You are wearing the wrong uniform. You
have the grey-and-white uniform now. (She had also given away my old blue
uniform, I had to borrow one from a friend and it was two sizes bigger than my
I told her I am not going to the ‘grey-and-white uniform’
school anymore but my old blue uniform one.
Yes, I knew I could not just walk into a school like that.
My friend had spoken to the office staff and got my Transfer
Certificate request cancelled.
I had visited the old school, met the Principal, the admin
staff and my friends. My school had changed.
My parents had a conference between each other that day and they let me continue
my way; probably because of the shock factor of the drastic step.
This was perhaps the first independent decision of my life.
Was it the right one? It did feel right and I have never regretted it. I felt
bad about the time and money lost in the school-change drama but was so glad, I
could take the U-turn in time.
As a parent at the same stage now, I had the same doubts
about my daughter continuing 11th and 12th grades from
her school. She had selected subjects that were considered 'tough'. She’ll be dealing with the
ISC curriculum which again is a tough one. She’ll not have tutor support and she’ll
be busy with sports, art, extra-curricular activities while most students of
her age in city schools would be focusing entirely on academics.
She was sure she wanted to continue in her school. Was it
the right decision for her? I’m not sure.
But it is her life and her decision.
I can only be there to try and help it become the right one
for her. And if it turns out to be a wrong one-we’ll just have to take a
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…