Today in India we celebrate Teacher’s day on the 5th ofSeptember every year to mark the importance of teachers in our lives and to honour Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan’s birthday.
With time.. The perception of teaching and teachers too have changed and the pandemic has contributed a lot to how toddlers perceive school or education..
Being a working mother of a 5 year old, I have to, play the role of a teacher too thanks to schools being closed and attend online classes with her🙄it is back to school time for me too🙈
All parents of toddlers experiencing this can relate… Of course it is just kindergarten but I feel the kids are missing out on a lot of things apart from just education.. The basic interaction.. Sharing…meeting up friends..playing with children their age..The joy of school all seems too distant a memory now..
Hoping things revert back to normal soon..wishing all the Teachers and Parents a very Happy Teachers Day!!
Here’s wishing everyone, all my Indian friends on WP a very very happy independence day.
If you ask me I love my country, I am a mixed South Indian and proud of my roots. Yes the West does appeal to me, Whenever I watch “The English movies” (that’s how we call Hollywood) I sometimes wish and think how things would have been if I were an Indian born and brought up abroad but nope I loveeeeeee being a Southy (that’s how we are referred too)
Coming to a bit more serious topic.. What is true Independence for you?? This question applies to all my reader friends from all Nations across the world. For me personally, growing up in an open minded family (most Indian families are orthodox so) being treated equally, in fact being given more importance and attention than my brother as I am the younger one, so more pampering ensured, I never had an area where i felt I was confined and restrained.
So my views on true meaning of independence is different.
For me, today, being independent means being able to come back home at 10 p.m without having to worry about being a GIRL out at NIGHT.
Being able to wear what I want.. Even today we have people staring at you when you wear a frock or a skirt, Being able to dress freely without having to worry about being gaped at or have men oggling at you, be it the malls or the movies. Being able to wear what I want without having to worry about covering up my arms or butt. Being able to go for my walks on the roads without worrying about it being safe or not!
Not having to carry a pocket knife every time I go out alone in the evenings.
Even in today’s modern day, there are companies and workplaces who look down upon pregnant women or woman who have taken maternity leave or planning for one. It’s like as if they have committed a crime being pregnant..
Being independent means the willingness to board a cab/taxi or an auto after 8 p.m without having to call your parents and family and inform the vehicle number, without having to keep an eye on the driver (so many cases of rape have taken place this way, so better to be cautious than sorry)
Being independent would mean not having to worry and live in a constant fear about our daughter’s safety…from an infant to an elderly lady, women irrespective of age groups are not safe..
The true essence of feeling independent would be when I don’t have to expect a rude abusive answer or a harried look from the bus conductor when I ask for my return change for the ticket I have purchased or have an argument with the auto driver over the excess fare he demands.
Not having to carry a pepper spray or a small pocket knife in your handbag always…
This is the independent world we live in??!!!
I do love my country, Pardon me if I am sounding toooo patriotic but yes indeed I feel blessed to be born here but everything comes with it’s own drawbacks and these are just a few of my rants at what being truly independent means to me..
With all due respect to our freedom fighters who have laid down their lives so ours could be better.. Hope things change for the better soon… Happy Independence Day everyone..
What does true independence mean to you?? Do share in your views..
Ok guys so Independence day came and went and the little patriotic goody girl in me is still reeling in the mystery and beauty that is India so just a few thoughts about my country and what I think about the British rule..
Sounds good isn’t it.. India celebrated 69 years of independence from the British Raj..
In continuation of fathers day, here’s a forwarded message.. It was soo touching that I had to share it..sometimes some messages really touch you and make you think and re think, so couldn’t resist sharing it..
A daughter asked her dad if she has ever made him cry in front of her before, because she did not remember ever seeing him cry.
He said, “Once.”
He told her that when she was 3 years old, he laid out a pen, a rupee, and a toy in front of her. He wanted to see which one she would pick…
It represents what you’ll value most when you grow up.
Like the pen is intelligence, money is wealth and the toy is fun.
He was just doing it out of curiosity.
It was interesting for him to see which one she would pick anyway.
He said that she just sat there and stared at the items. He sat across from her and waited patiently.
According to him, she crawled towards them, he held his breath, and she pushed everything aside and went straight into his arms.
He didn’t realize that he was one of the choices. And that was the first, and the only time she made him cry …
With all that’s happening around us, a little humour sure does help!!
So here we go…
History Professor to class: “In ancient Greece, men had an interesting way to propose to a woman. He would throw an apple at the woman, and if the woman accepted the apple meant that she was interested.”
It is wonderful how sometimes blogs tend to become a way of reminiscing one’s past.. Atleast through portals like these the memories lying deep and forgotten are relived …
Come rainy days and I can’t stop myself from remembering all the times as a kid I looked forward to the rains.. Morning rains heralded “A no school today” option or if the sky was cloudy and somehow I managed to reach school the prayers to god to let it rain were endless… Rains around 3-4 p.m indicated that going home would be a real task.. I can recall parents with dripping raincoats waiting to pick up kids at the main gate.. Talking of raincoats, I had a pink one..I don’t remember my brother’s, it must have been a blue one..
I envied my moms, a light pink floral long raincoat with a hoodie to match with.. My dad’s was more of the serious typical boring brown types before I go on and on, those were the days we did not have a car.. Owning a car was a luxury in the late 80s and early 90s..
Having your own telephone also was considered a luxury in those days, more about that in later posts.. I remember mum or dad coming to drop and pick us up…( my brother and me belonged to different schools🙄 I still wonder why?? ) So I was the last one to be picked… My dad had a scooter and my mom a (moped) A Luna to be more precise, a very “IN” thing those days.. So getting wet in the rain inspite of the raincoat, rushing to meet the waiting parents and coming home half drenched was real fun though..
Rainy days also come with power outage in India..even now 🙄
If it rains, take it for granted there would be one round of power cut – that’s what we call it here… So if mom brought us home one could expect dad to be cooking something special.. My memories of a particular evening goes like this, Dad had minced meat marinated to make sheekh kababs.. I remember him warming the coals in a wide mouthed earthen pot.. He had actually made the skewers himself, before I knew the right word for it I used to call them grill sticks!!🙈 He skillfully crafted the skewers with wooden pieces which sprouted long strong wires..inspite of being a banker he was pretty good at this.Then he used to put the marinated meat on the skewers and fan the coal till the meat was cooked and tender..
We all huddled up in the dark (with the power still gone) against the warmth of the coals and enjoyed the delicacy served.. Having a generator backup was out of question in those days.. Then mom used to make delicious Cardamom Tea to go with it..😋 The best part was no tuitions and home work could wait, yippee a real joy for us!! Thus passed rainy evenings, that linger on my memories..
Many a rainy evening have I imagined the old times and wished to go back in time, which again will remain a wish alone.. Ofcourse I can recreate that scene but it will never be the same..
Hope to make new memories which one day maybe my daughter will get to relive…what’s your rainy day memories…?