The above picture was taken at a confectionery shop at Kolkata’s City Centre 2..a shopping mall… One glance and it reminded me of the toadstools in the fairy tale books… Oh how I wish that was me sitting atop it…. 😍
Reminded me of this poem I read long long ago… It goes like this…
The Toadstool House
I wish I lived in a toadstool house, Beneath an old Oak tree, With a tiny door and a chimney pot, And windows – one, two, three.
I’d play with each wee squirrel, Who chanced to come my way, I’d get to know the woodland birds, And feed them every day.
And if you’d ever wandered by, I’d ask you in to tea, Inside my little toadstool house, Beneath the old Oak Tree.
Sometime when you’re feeling important; Sometime when your ego ‘s in bloom; Sometime when you take it for granted, You’re the best qualified in the room: Sometime when you feel that your going, Would leave an unfillable hole, Just follow these simple instructions, And see how they humble your soul.
Take a bucket and fill it with water, Put your hand in it up to the wrist, Pull it out and the hole that’s remaining, Is a measure of how much you’ll be missed. You can splash all you wish when you enter, You may stir up the water galore, But stop, and you’ll find that in no time, It looks quite the same as before.
The moral of this quaint example, Is to do just the best that you can, Be proud of yourself but remember, There’s no indispensable man. (Saxon White Kessinger)
Picked this one up from drafts..it states my life as a mother when Rhea( daughter) was a year old…
A quick post!! What with a one year old clinging to you everytime you pick up the phone to post something and then you are left wondering what was that you wanted to type??maid woes??new house rants??weight issues?? And then you feel post about this phase called being a mom!!!
Rosy and cute as it may sound..I am sure all parents out there especially mommies have been there done that so here I go
Yeah that’s how Rhea sleeps…
Even to this day…
Me, currently summarised in one word!!
Yup that’s me!!
Sleep dear sleep where art thou??!!
And this is what Rhea does..
Everyday I find myself mashing potatoes, lentils and rice for her, with a bit of spices for flavour and madam just refuses to eat and when I sit down with my diet food grumpy and starved she goes waaaaaaaa wanting to know what’s on my plate or wailing away until I pick her up!!
Ahhh so now the story makes sense🙃
Hanging on there…
Until next time, to all the mommies out there, sleep while you can..😴😴😴
Komorebi, theJapanese expression for the sunlight as it filters through the trees..
Trying to keep up with my morning walks… As I walk away at my home town Bangalore..can’t help but admire the beauty of this city….the place where I grew up…as the morning sun shines through the trees..the warmth and the sound of the birds fills me up with joy..even more a reason to wake up early, a beautiful way to keep oneself fit and sane in these trying times!!
7 years on WP and still at it..on and off but still at it…sometimes filled with rants and thoughts from my everyday life to forwarded messages which amused me.. From sharing my little cooking recipes to full on b…..g about people, it has been a looong journey for me…
I started WP as I was bored..at crossroads stuck between making a career in the medical field and taking a break from continuous studying…so at my first ever job while still preparing for my post grad exams, I remember writing posts in between seeing patients, I used to and still type them down from my phone…completely new to the blogging world and the technological aspects, I learnt the basics gradually…What started as a hobby and a portal for expressing myself served as hope to when I was really low.. Reading blogs from across the world.. Travelling through places virtually.. Reading about the different cultures, traditions and lifetyles is still exciting…
Once I started my journey here I learnt so many things..it was kind of an adventure for me..the more I read and enjoyed my fellow bloggers post, I realised it is indeed a bright happy world out there.. So with an on and off effect am still here trying to keep up.. Trying to share my musings and thoughts, learning and evolving in the process..
I also made soo many new friends across the world, I enjoyed reading their posts, comments and replying back..soo much for WordPress,so thanks again guys..it is not just a blogging platform it is a boon in disguise!!
As I bid farewell to June, my most happy month for reasons still unknown to me.. I look forward to an eventful rest of the year..(hopefully in a good way though)
I somehow feel this year went really fast initially and then the lockdown happened and things got slow again… So what have I been up to?!! Being on a break from work I realise how much I miss my surgeries.. With the usual mom..daughter in law duties..working on maintaining my weight..houshold chores ..all keep me real busy and of course I tried my best to be active on WP.. 😉
The last few days of June saw me heavily “Pms”ing according to my friend with whom I keep in touch through voice messages, as she has a really busy schedule and given that both of us aren’t free at any time of the day..
We catch up with each other through technology’s boon “Voice messages” I record them when I go for a walk and she replies back in the early hours when the whole world is fast asleep… So during one of my conversations with her, I had ranted about how I felt used by friends only when they need my medical advise! Yes I had a lot of queries from people about vaccination.. When the news channels ..tabloids..all have info about vaccination.. I was still bombarded with questions regarding the same.. And I felt like I was a free doc at hand for many..
Also many friends and acquaintances who dont even ask me how am I doing, just send a message asking for eye consultations..suggestions on vaccine and covid related treatment.. Of course being a doc and a friend and an acquaintance, I feel obliged to comply but when you feel you are being used only for this and at normal times you don’t even get a how are you message or an occasional call is when you feel really upset.. Especially when it’s from close group of friends..
So when I ranted out these to my voice message friend she pointed out #1 I was “Pms”ing.. Which was true🙈 #2 She told me people looked upto me hence this suggestions seeking behavior.. Ok I partly agree to it… 🙄 #3 She told me about how Cats and Dogs feel..😱 A Dog feels my owner loves me so he is GOD A Cat feels my owner loves me so I must be GOD…
So she told me to look at it either way.. Either I think like a Dog and feel people use me for their needs or think like a Cat and feel I am soo good hence people come to me..🙄 so I should feel superior about it… Whatever..😤
This thought really struck me.. Making me realise it’s all about how you look at things yet again.. So thus, I walk into July, a partially enlightened person, thanks to my voice message friend..😈
Hope to take things as they come..Happy doctors day to me and all the docs out there 🤗
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 …
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…?