Happy 2012 to All I Know and To All You May Know

Happy 2012, Life is Too Short to Enjoy, if you Hold on to Yesterdays Sorrow’s you will Never Enjoy the Joys of Today (Image Source Not Known)

Happy 2012 to All I Know and To All You May Know

Bye to Sorrows of 2011 and Welcome to Happiness of 2012

To Everyone I Know and to Everyone you May Know

Life is Too Short to Enjoy, if you Hold on to Yesterdays Sorrow’s you will Never Enjoy the Joys of Today

So for 2012 Lets Make a Resolution

To Not to Look Back at the Sad Memories of 2011 but to Look Forward to Change Each Day of 2012 into Happy Memories for Tomorrow

AGREE

You Might Have Had Some of the WORST and the BEST Moments of Your Life in 2011

While Some Moments would have Made you STRONGER, Some Moments would have made you WEAKER

You Might have LOST some, but would have also GAINED some people

You Would have Shed Lot Many Tears of HAPPINESS and Lot More Tears of SADNESS

While it might be DIFFICULT to Empty your Mind with all those Memories

BUT, there is No End to Trying,

Let’s TRY to Atleast Forget and Forgive all Those Things and People who Brought or Made Us Sad in 2011

And be Optimistic of Getting Back the LOVE and CARE we Shared with the People we Know in the Year Ahead, in 2012

Wish you All a

Happy and Prosperous 2012

I am not a great poet, but nothing is wrong in making an effort. Hope you all like it and enjoy reading it, from the bottom of my heart HAPPY 2012 and Sorry to all those whom I might have hurt in 2011, whether knowingly or unknowingly. Please feel free to Leave me Your New Year Wishes in the Comment Box below. 

Finally Anita’s Prayer Was Heard

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26-12-2011 something unexpected happened.

The clock had just struck 8:00 in the morning and I was getting ready for the office, my phone rang, it was Anita’s number, I picked up the call instantly. On the other side I could hear her say “Gayathri make it fast to the hospital I am in labor”. Quickly I called our HR and asked for 4 days leave next I called my Project Manager to inform him about the leaves. I packed in all the important things and left for the hospital.

Over there I could see that Raj was in the waiting area, it also meant that Anita was already taken into the operation room. From the beginning doctors had told that she would have to get C-section done. So I did not get to meet her when I reached the hospital.

My heart was racing fast, I was worried what would be the result, will it be a boy or girl, and was praying to God requesting him to give her a boy.

After about 30 mins we could hear the baby’s crying, my heart started to beat even faster. The nurse came out and was calling Raj, he was not around, I looked for him, and finally found him sitting near Shivjis idol in the hospital. 

Quickly we went to the nurse, she handed the child to Raj saying it’s a baby boy, “Oh my! GOD is Great! Really!” Were the first words that came out of my mouth with tears about to flow from my eyes, I silently thanked God.

The little bundle of joy looked so cute, though “little bundle of joy” is just a phrase, it cannot be used better anywhere else, because had it been a girl, she would have been accepted with some disappointment no more being a “little bundle of joy”. Just hope, like Anita God has the will to help several other Anita’s out there, who need a Boy for the family.  

Story About Teaching with Patience

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Basics taught in school and at home during the kindergarten days of a child form the stepping stones to a child’s prosperous future. Hence they need to be handled with lots of care during this stage of their life, when their brain opens up to accept new things being taught by their parents, friends, family and teachers at school. However the problem is they some times lack the desire the zeal to learn new things. As a parent I have often faced situations when Niti would simply give up learning and show complete lack of interest in that what is being taught,

Tuesday evening was such a day, she had been taught writing numbers 6,7 and 8, 6 and 7 were easy for her, but 8 was a real problem. Teacher at school had remarked several times in her book that she needs to practice writing 8. So, on Tuesday I had decided that I will teach her writing 8, hold her hand make her practice. But as we started I was pissed off, she showed no interest in writing, she would constantly divert her interest into toys. First I scolded her, but still she was reluctant to do it, I had to let go as I never like to force her to do things that she did not wanted to do. I was a little annoyed, but then, that is how it is, I had to live it to her.

Soon we closed the books, she started playing with a rope and I went on cleaning the room. I finished my cleaning within 15 minutes, Niti was still playing with the rope passing it through the window frame. I was watching her when she looked at me and said “mamma do you want to learn how to pass the rope through the window frame?” yes, was my reply and she was keen to teach me. She tried several times to teach but I behaved as if I was not able to get it. After 6 or 7 failed attempts to teach me, she gave up and was annoyed with me saying “Mamma I am trying to teach you in every possible way, but why don’t you understand? It is so simple. I am not going to teach you anymore”.

I told Niti, yes, it is really easy for you and me, but I did that purposefully to make you understand how it feels when you do not take in what I teach you. I know that you can write 8 very well, but today I do not know why you did not wanted to give it a try. Just like you, even I got hurt when you were not able to pick it up. Her reply was “Oh! Mamma, I am so sorry to have done that, let us write 8 and I am sure I will learn it instantly.” Then we wrote 8 several times and this time she was able to grasp it easily. 

I was so happy!! This was and is my way of making Niti do her school work, had I been strict with her, she would have not only got angry with me but would not even understand the importance of things like this. 

Are We Still Narrow Minded For Wanting a Baby Boy?

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Anita is my childhood friend we have done our schooling and college to gather. While I went on to pursue my Masters degree she got married to a businessman from Delhi. Her marriage was very grand we could only see such marriages on television.

Yesterday I went to meet my friend Anita, she is 8 months pregnant expecting her first child. When I reached her place it was already 11:00 in the morning. She had finished all her work and was seated in front of her laptop.

On seeing me she was overjoyed, greeted me with all the courtesy and motioned me to go to her room, while she could get me something to eat. The laptop screen was still flashing, I looked at it for a moment, the Google search page showed results for “Predict your child’s gender”.

Agree you can search for anything on the internet, after all it is meant to help you get the information you need within a spur of a second. But something different struck me here, why was Anita searching for such information? At first I was furious, did not know what to think or tell, only questions were spinning in my mind.

Anita herself was a girl, well brought up, well educated, well settled, why she wanted to know how to predict the gender of an unborn child? What was going through her mind? Why was she searching for something like this? Was she under pressure of some kind? Would she kill the child inside if she found that the one inside was a girl? Was she not happy to accept God’s will? Wasn’t she happy about being a girl? After all she herself is a woman then why? I ask why, she has to know the gender of her unborn child?

All these thoughts occupied my mind and I did not notice Anita entering the room, I could notice her only when she called out to me “Gayathri, here is some tea and methi khakhra, the ones that you like”. Soon I got to my senses, I took the cup of tea and a piece of khakhra, though I love this combination of snack, at this moment I was not feeling their taste, I could not tell how they were because I was preoccupied in my thoughts. And then all of a sudden it came out of my mouth, as if I wanted to say it “Anita won’t you be happy if you give birth to a girl child?”

She was sipping her tea when she heard me, instantly she put her cup of tea down. Next I could feel her in my arms, and her tears on my solder, she was hugging me tightly and crying. For a second I thought “Oh Gosh! Can’t I hold my tongue, see my question made my friend cry even unhappy in her days of pregnancy when she has to be in the best of her spirits.”

She was sobbing and saying “It’s not me who wants a baby boy but my in-laws, they really need a grandson and not a granddaughter. From the time we shared the news of my pregnancy they have told me that they need a grandson, every time they speak of him, not even once, not even by mistake do they say her or she. Raj is ok with either of them, but he cannot support me when my in-laws tell me how desperate they are about holding their grandson in their hands. If I give birth to a girl child then my world will end, I will be subject to accusations and abuse day in and out. I am not worried about me, I can bear them all, seriously, but for the little girl, poor thing she will just enter the world and will be subject to all this humiliation.”

Her crying increased even more, it felt as if she has been waiting to discuss all these things with me since long. Now I was able to relate to her and felt really sad for Anita, for my country India, where even today the to-be-mother has to face dire consequences for bearing the child – a God’s gift, which is loaded with expectations from husband and in-laws favoring a boy child over a girl.

While I personally have only one child and she is a Girl, my cute little angel, for Anita I wish she has a boy, not for her or her in-laws sake but for the sake of the child to be born. It leads me to think once again “Are We Still Narrow Minded for Wanting a Baby Boy”   

India is in the news for all the development we have seen through the years but still it is a country where the male gender rules. Census reports show that the males outnumber the females by such huge figures that many states here face scarcity of brides. Women giving birth to a girl child are looked upon, they are tortured by their in-laws and often parents to such an extent that they have no other option but to abort the unborn female child and in many cases it is their near and dear ones (husband or in-laws) who poison her pregnancy without her knowledge.

When will we Indians come out of this mentality of male being a superior sex? 

When Did She Grow to Think About My Happiness?

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My angel Niti, my about to be 4 year old daughter had called me yesterday. It was a call from our landline number, I was expecting it to be my mother-in-law, but, to my surprise it was Niti.

As soon as I picked up the call she said “Mummy I am back from school, had my lunch and now going to sleep” I asked, “what did you have for lunch?” there was a pause hmmmm.. and then came the reply that I expected “roti and sabji”

But I could make out from the long pause that she had lied and was able to catch her instantly on my next question “Which sabji did you eat?” and she instantly said

“Mummy,, I do not eat subji with milk it has to be eaten with roti, don’t you know that?”, I felt a little annoyed and so I confronted her saying “Yes, I know with milk you eat biscuits and with subji you eat roti” with some sternness I asked “Now tell me exactly what you had for lunch” and the reply was “Milk”.

I was displeased at first then thought what made her lie to me. I told her “If you had milk and not roti sabji then why you said that you had roti sabji, lying is not good, be true in whatever you say and do”.

Yes, of course I was waiting for a reply from her, and, she did gave the reply a reply that touched me deep inside 

“Mummy I know you don’t like it when I simply drink milk instead of having a proper lunch but Mummy I also know that you have lots of things to worry about in the office, if I say that I had milk then you would be annoyed and keep worrying about me, I do not wanted that and lied so that you feel happy and can concentrate better on your work, I am sorry”.

What I felt later was overwhelming, could not be expressed in words, she is just 3 years old, an age when children think only about themselves all that matters to them is their happiness, little do they ever think of the people around them, and here my 3 year old was thinking about my happiness. I don’t know when she became so caring,, there are no words to express…

Miss you Baby

Mamma 

Where is Peace? Is There a Place Where You Can Find PEACE?

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Someone asked today

“Madam, where can I find peace?”

“Is there actually a place where you can find peace” I wanted to say but I ended up saying “your office is the most peaceful place on the earth, because here you are respected for your work and there is no one at the other end to continuously check on your actions”

“But then here there is no freedom” he said

“Freedom never brings in peace” I said

He was surprised and further asked “Why freedom does not bring in peace, I feel happy when I have the freedom to do what I want to do” yes, you have a point there, I said

But to me “Life means some discipline, you can’t go on doing things that you like, because what you like is not always the best thing to do, like I can’t smoke just because I want to experience how it tastes and feels and flaunt that attitude of a smoker. If I do it then I would be at the other side, struggling with my self conscience which does not agree with the idea of smoking, so that will ultimately break the equilibrium in my mind”

“So where can I find peace? I so very much need to be at peace” He said

“Peace comes from inside, change your attitude towards life and you will be peaceful” I said

“But how do I do it”

“Just accept things as they are, finding flaws in all that you look around will only make you feel irritated, just accept and you can be at peace” I said

Having said this I had to answer myself “Is it all that simple?”

Often times I have thought of going somewhere far away in search of peace but could not do it, may be because I could not gather the courage to untie all my bonds. After years of trying to find true peace at home, office or with friends, I feel I have failed in all my attempts and have realized “Life is shaky, it brings in more worries as you grow”

Accepting this fact was hard initially but then life has its ways to teach you how things go around, it took me longer and now I have grown to hate being at peace, I hate at every single peaceful moment I have with nothing to do on hand.

“Finding peace is so very complicated, attempt to find it and you learn to leave without it, it is just like that.”

Why a Blog? Why a New Responsibility When There is Already So Much to DO?

I Need Space to Say What I Want

Life is a big lesson, it is impossible to learn everything, you act as per your knowledge as things happen to you. Very few have the ability or the opportunity to share their lessons of life. Being a Writer, I am lucky, I am few of them with an ability to write about things that I experience, about things that make me smile, about things that make me cry or just make too emotional, that I feel like writing them out. What better place to share all that then a BLOG.

So here I come with my own blog, “ThoughtsforaThought” my personal space on the Internet, to help me share my feelings about life and its turns and twists.

On ThoughtsforaThought, it will be only me sharing my feelings online about things I come across as days pass by. Everyone has a thought about things that happen around them, no two people think alike. Similarly I have my own thoughts which I want to share with all my readers and want them to think about them differently, may be from my side. No, there is no compulsion to think about them, you can, well, just read and leave the place, but to me – I would be more than happy to hear (in comments) how do you feel about the blog posts and the message they convey.

Oops! I forgot to mention my interest, internet marketing, working as a content writer how can I be aloof to internet marketing, it is interesting, it fascinates me. If I can get something good to read on internet marketing then I can read it for hours to gather without worrying about my schedule, even if it goes all hay way. So, yes, obviously, here you may come across some articles related to my interest that is internet marketing. 

No promises to make, they are likely to break and so I do not promise to update my blog regularly but I promise to try my best to do so. Hope you will understand that it is not easy to manage a blog, with all other things I have to manage besides a 9:30 am to 6:30 pm job.

For My Readers – You are my motivators, so keep reading, appreciating and criticizing things that you like or dislike on this blog. Only Readers make a Writer, I need you all, to help me sustain my writing and improve each day with your appreciations and criticisms.