During my pregnancy, I was watching my fetal development very closely. It was exciting to know that my lo's heart has started beating or he can hear me now. It was then, I really concentrated on our body. In school, I was too busy cursing the person who discovered these, authored our textbooks and most importantly named the body parts with such difficult names. I was very bad with spellings, so I spent all my time byhearting the spellings.

When I watch my little one grow, I am amazed by the engineering of human body. Those two little hands grow proportionately. Its rare that one grows bigger than other. It also amazes me how he automatically starts trying to reach his next milestone. One day he is sitting, suddenly out of no where he wants to pull up to standing position.

Whether its evolution or created by God, its unbelievable and amazing.


How did they clean up the mess?

Was watching Die Hard 4.0 yesterday. The movie ends with everyone getting to the hospital but was wondering was happened to the country. Probably they should make a movie on that. So much chaos, network was down, roads were blasted, stock market was going crazy and the country had come to a standstill. When the big ring road shattered into pieces, I was just thinking if it was real then it would have taken millions and couple of years to complete. It was shattered in seconds.

Life is also the same I guess. We work so hard to do the things the right way, one wrong move shatters everything we have worked for. It takes years to build, seconds to damage. Life is irreversible and it would be cool if we had a revoke option. Hmmm! What will I do if my life had a revoke button? Don't know where to start, countless wrong moves but I am happy where I am now.


My First visit to The Police Station.

Yesterday I happened to visit the Police Station for my passport verification.When I saw the jail, I realized I had never been to the police station before. When I told the same to my hubby, he joked "Police station is not a picnic spot". True, but I was really excited to be in the police station. The police station that is shown in movies and the one in real has little difference. First of all, its not that spacious, its a small space. In movies, the police station is a single room with couple of tables and few files on them. But in reality, there were a number of rooms, one for the writer, one for the Station inspector etc. There are huge amount of files and notebooks like warrant, court hearing, summons etc. Though India is the front runner in IT, our government still maintains all the records in notebooks. When will India be digitized? In movies, the inspector is always in the station and in reality its very rare. After all inspector is also a human and he has 1000 of jobs at home so poor fellow spends most of the office hours at home. The most surprising thing was every room had a TV and which is the first priority for the officers. 

Deep down the heart, when I was waiting for the inspector, I had a feeling "What will people thing, when they see me in police station. Will they think I have done some bad job or I have come for complaining?". Whatever, who has time to think about others? Its a busy world. Anyway, I will be getting my passport soon. Smiles.


Movies & Dreams

Movies are the major entertainment of today's world especially me. When I get a couple of hours from parenting, I quickly checkout the movie channels for some good movies. These movies have a profound impact on my subconscious mind. I often realize my dreams are the reflection of the movie I have recently watched.

The movie that has haunted my dreams many times is "28 days later". A awesomely scripted and directed movie. After watching the movie, I had a dream about the rage virus affecting the populace and my family is taking shelter in my house by locking up the doors and barricading the door with wooden block in "Signs" movie style. The alien movies like "War of the Worlds", "Independence Day" have also influenced my dream. Not to mention how I fight the aliens and become a hero. The fairy tale movies like "Cindrella", "Alice in the wonderland" also work upon my dream.

Many times my dreams are interrupted by  my little one crying. Its a pleasant feeling to realize what my subconscious mind had made me dream and smile at it.



Sometimes I wonder how would my life be if I have made a different choice. What would have happen if I had chosen a different career or a different company? The choices my parents made, I made and now my family make defines my life. There is no good or bad decision. When two roads diverge in a yellow wood, we choose the one which looks brighter. It is possible that the brighter road ends in a dark hole. But we never think about the dark hole rather we just regret the decision we made coz now its dark and gloomy. Never regret, be happy that you have not ended up in a hole.


On my 26th birthday

Its my 26th birthday. Hmmm.. Only on my 18th birthday I wanted to shout out loud saying I am 18 and I am a major now. Rest all birthdays reminds me I am getting old. Anyway birthday is  very special day. As a child, I loved distributing sweets. My mom used to bake cake and call the neighbours to cut it in the evening. In my teenage, I didn't want to cut cake just to show that I am a grown up and cutting cake is for kids. The cake cutting and rubbing the cream all over the face became a college thing. Then when I started working, cutting cake was more formal. You send a mail sweets at my desk and then followed but cutting cake in the evening with some chips etc.

The best parts of birthday are the new dress, gifts and the treat. I don't remember most of the dresses I bought for my birthday or the gifts I received but there are sweet little memories that linker like making chocolate balls with the left over icing of the cake my mom made, my friend Sugi wishing me happy birthday the whole day, the lunch at the Chinese restaurant etc. Every birthday is as special as the one before, its the people who we are with make it more special. This year its with my lil one who has already licked all over my face to show his love.


Blog on Baby experience

I have started a blog on baby experience. The URL is
Its been quite a journey with my lil one. I am not an baby expert, I am just a struggling mom trying to figure out whats best for my boy. The blog is been up for some time, I have shared some of my thoughts during pregnancy. Now will continue to blog on various little thoughts that eats a mom's head. Please comment and share your thoughts as well.


Small town girl

I was recalling the peaceful days I spent in Laos last year and realized that I am not a big city person. The couple of weeks, we spent in Laos was very relaxing. We felt the clock was ticking slower but in city like Bangalore 24 hours is not sufficient. Its a race to live in cities. The traffic, the honking and the hurrying people around makes me impatient. Even the air in cities has a rush.
Living in a big city, I miss the fresh air, the silent morning, chats during breakfast, the friendly neighbors and calm nights. I wish and pray that in my old age, I return to a small town where there isn't much to shop but yet I am happy, where there is no junk food chains but a hot bonda makes the evening tea spicy, where there is no cinema but still I am entertained, where my son can ride his cycle freely. I am a small town person and my heart aches for it.


Down the memory lane

Watching the road during travel or watching the fan on a sleepless night, always takes me down the memory lane. Yesterday night was one such night. Down the memory lane, I happened to think about the people I have come across, those who have made my life beautiful. In this busy life, I am not in touch with many people. But thanks to Facebook and other social networking sites, we are being informed of the good and bad happening to them. Its really great to know that people have reached places, have graduated from top universities, got married or blessed with a cute baby. Through this post I just wanna say I am happy for all the achievements and happiness in your life. Thanks for being  part of my life.


Being a Parent

Its ages since I blogged. Finally I have found sometime from being  mom and hence thought of posting a blog. My little one is 6 1/2 months and its been a mad rush. It was like yesterday I first held him, already 200+ days has flown away.

Being a parent, I have realized how well my parents have cared for me. Bringing up a child is not cake walk. Thanks to my parents who have brought me up with all the love and comfort. The toughest part of being a parent is the helplessness. When my little one is crying with all the rocking and soothing there is a million questions that raises in my mind. Is something bothering him? Did some insect bite him? What did I do wrong? Did I eat something that is causing him gas? Am I doing it right? And finally ones he is calm, I boost my self confidence by reassuring that his only way of communication is to cry.

Amongst all the crying, sleeplessness, tiredness and helplessness, the babbling, laughing and hugging makes every day pleasant and memorable.

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