I have made Peace, Piece by Piece

AJ RayBan

Some of the existential dilemmas that have plagued me till I made peace with self…..

“What do you do?”

Well! the answer to this question has undergone so many changes over the years – Software Professional, Home-Maker ( That wonderful word ), Mom and now a Daily Dispenser of Random Thoughts on world at large. For the first time yesterday, I used the word “Writer” to describe my vocation! Phew! that pompous self boost, immediately put an invisible halo around me. The tale that I spun in 15 minute flat out of sheer boredom, found all round  resonance. It was my moment of epiphany. The bliss I experience when my thoughts fructify into a neatly laid out tale and the aphrodisiac power of likes!!  So I’m gonna stick with the writer tag for a while. All the poor unsuspecting lovely readers, please be aware that you have been forewarned. That’s settled for a while now, then. Writer I am!

“Why doesn’t he care for me as much as I do?”

Love yourself the most, love him to the fullest and set him free. Get busy. Who needs sex when you can have success. Gives you a far greater high! Mind you, he will come running back. Satya Vachan! There is no one sexier than glowing from with in woman. So My alter-ego and I love each other..Much.. and are at peace.

“Why don’t I have a flat tummy?”

‘Waise bhi perfection ko improve karna mushkil hota hai’  the tiny AK-47 has already said. I have tried all sorts of isms and therapies. All these efforts have resulted in flattening curves in much coveted and unwanted areas thereby making the jiggles all the more prominent. So I have given up my fight and simply say “Its my badge of honor – I am a mommie!” Pitiful looks or sarcastic comments be damned. Top that huh?

“Why don’t my near ones appreciate the yeoman efforts I put in in spite of my busy(?) schedule?”

Well it always works both ways. How many times do we appreciate and say thank you? Every little cog in this wheel matters. When ‘I’ becomes the most important alphabet in the equation, it’s already doomed. It is always better to talk it out than fret. If that doesn’t work then Get busier, be bone tired and brain fried. No scope for any energy draining  thoughts to slow you down.

“Will my children care for me as much as I do for them now when I’m old and shriveled ?”

What’s the guarantee that you gonna make it till old age with the freaky frightening stories that you keep hearing all around? Have more trust in your upbringing and the values you have passed on to your children. You have done a great job as a mommie, so hope floats eternally. Remember children love you loads.

Till then keep pouring some smalls and make it large.

Live life queen size.

The Big Rant Ahoy !


If someone off chance were to ask me, “How is it going?” My typical answer would be ..
“Haa! Like for today, while Hmmm_hubby and children(?) are still in snooze land, I am already up. I though, took the liberty of waking up at eight. Now dont say it’s too late!! I managed to see the Sun na!
I made a cup of coffee, sorted the laundry, called veggies guy for a home delivery, quick-glanced the weekend glossies(same old same old). Prodigal son has returned for few hours demanding the slaughter of the fat fat cow ( is it kosher any more?).
So pots and pans are going to be my best friends for a good couple of hours.
Oh Wait, I have to take 2 classes while Sambar simmers on the stove.
Daughter has upped the ante seizing the moment. So her list has to be catered.
Oh dear, I have to call my mom too. But she always understands. So that call can wait.Then I hope to catch my fave flick on telly, in the evening.
Hmmm lemme arrange for dinner before that. Some snacks and colas for munching. Oh hell, I have to submit a story like yesterday and that blog !! Oopsie. Now the existential dilemma! Will the maid arrive? When she does and if she does.. I will have to give her malai chai.
I have to youngify self too. Too many white strands peeping out. Chalo kaun dekhne waala hai. We are like this only. Forget this daily drama, lemme Facebook to calm myself…
Putting all this humdrum to verse will it make it worse?”
And it goes on and on..
By the time my big rant finishes, the poor soul, hoping to disappear into thin air, would be cursing that very moment, when she /he decided to do small talk …
Being brave doesn’t work!
Parenting no doubt is an overwhelmingly daunting project. The trouble starts when we let it get under our skin.
Parenting is a daily project. Sometimes everything is sorted and somedays everything seems to fall apart.
The children, the wonderful glue of a happy family, will somehow always manage to rise the occasion whenever the situation demands. Most often, they understand what is expected of them and flower beautifully.
When the going gets tough, don’t lose hope as yet. Just have the faith and invest in your children your time and your total and complete love.
The returns are the incomparable bone crushing hugs and saliva dripping smoochies.
Now that’s a fantastic trade-off worth all the effort