As an adult, there are so many things I miss. The chance to disturb anybody anytime, to make the door creak coz the sound was so delicious, the occasions to dress up being any day any hour any time, the reason to scowl being that I wanted to, to smile because I wanted to, to scream and shout for the heck of it, to look into the mirror and only see my reflection, to play dr coz I was discovering.
As an adult, things have changed. I can’t call on friends homes in the middle of the afternoon coz its not welcome. The creaking door makes me jump out of my skin. The reasons to dress up are parties, only. A good time is not about being on the ground, but playing the field. I scowl when I think of nightmares. I smile at the memories-of good times. I dream of the interesting hours to come. I scream coz it can’t be what it used to be.
My discovery each day is how my three-year-old sees life. And that is the most beautiful experience ever. Yet, I wonder what if things were another way and I could head out rafting, travelling, becoming a beach bum as and when I wanted. If I could sky dive and sunbathe and snorkel and bungee jump. Or read books and laze by the fireplace and listen to music with a whisky. But they wont be. Coz I'm an adult and have responsibilities. But my life is fun. I'm at that age when relationships are what adults call stable or mature. Commitment issues are not a problem-I'm already married. I love the man who along with my son make the world a good place to be in. And I have great friends. Just good friends included. Don’t smirk at the quote.
I want to be a butterfly, sometimes. So I can look pretty. I want to be a pig at times so I can roll in mud. I want to be a tigress on the prowl, an elephant to easily get my way, a hippo to just wallow in a pool all day, a dog so I can bitch (legally), a penguin so I don’t fell bad about being fat, a giraffe so I can reach for the stars, a whale to see the world under the ocean, a bird only to learn how to fly and a preying mantis so I can chew up my man. I also want to be a good mother so my son becomes a good man, a good friend so my friends don’t ever have to think twice about calling me at anytime just because they wanted to chat or because they need me, a good daughter-I'm not good at that, a good wife-well the husband can talk about that, an acceptable daughter-in-law, a good sister coz I love my brothers and sisters…
Yes that’s probably me…

weekendz

Why is a weekend so stressed? Because we try to cram in all the supposed fun we have missed out on through the week. Of course its difficult when you have just 48 hours to fit in all the remotely possible good times you’d have had in 120 hours.
So then the meeting, drinking and eating. Calories pile up, holiday plans are and remade and re remade. Hmmmm…. Till the very next weekend.

I like to get in to work early. It makes life easier through the day. You see I’m over halfway through my bit before lunch. My fellow officians-can't say colleagues-in the meanwhile, are struggling to get beyond the starting line…most are still checking mail and having coffee. Uff I think…incompetent souls...and turn up my nose. I will be done by 4 pm, like always while they get stressed and stressed and work till late maybe eight and run home tired and hungry…while I, pretty as a butterfly will flit home ready to put together a healthy meal for the family. Luckily, I have a great boss. And I work just two days a week.
But, it’s not quiet easy let me assure you, to be this way.
Firstly, there's the battle of glares from fellow officians who can’t understand how I am done with my quota and a little bit more, much in time.
Then, there’s the question of free time on hand. How does one handle it? Pretend to work or add on to existing work?
Lets hear your say…
PS: Don't feel offended, there's some truth in this, and you know it.

A mother, a wife and what about being me?

"Son is up. Wake up Mamma." Yes its barely 6 am and the day has begun with a boistrous three-year-old boy peering at my face, smiling happily barely three inches away. I can't be angry, coz he doesn't know I slept 2 am, after clearing the kitchen and almost pushing friends out post dinner.
Some stories, incessant chatter and some threats later, the apple of my eye has polished off milk and breakfast. Energised, he begins his steady action pal of turning the house upside down....room by room.
down comes the dad and I make sure he has his hot hot tea and brkfst.
My thoughts centre around my day. It promises to be long. Meetings and a project to finish...am looking forward to my ten mins of "me" time with my hot cuppa. The father and son move to the bedroom to get ready. Get into shorts, its too hot, I tell the boy. No your friends will not be in jeans. I know...I assure him, in vain. But at least he's ready for school in clean clothes.
Im downstairs son is busy "reading."
I reach for my tea, put it in the microwave. Aaahhhh.....at last...a sip down my throat....And his highness hollers, "Where are my undies?"
"Look in your cupboard, dear. I'm having tea."
"U...ok but wheres my Lacoste?"
Does he know where his cupboard is? Or does he think I keep these things in the kitchen cabinets? Of course he does know where the cupboard is, but the effort of bending to look in the second drawer and pulling the shirt out is excruciating pain...naturally....for someone who is 32!
I pretend not to hear...and take another sip and think about options for the project....when he bellows, "Where have my socks gone? wis nothing ever in place?"

Oh well....he should know things are out of place...when he looks in the right place...I have to get up, put my garam chai aside...I could squeeze in five mins after they leave.....and reheat the tea....Just another morning......

like the song says, its probably me...

If it works...

I have very good friends. Talented, intelligent and what’s more, they care about me from the bottoms of their hearts. Of course I’m lucky, quiet by chance. Let me talk about the girls first:
What most of these one time career driven women lack is the opening to get back into the world of sweat and grime. So far, they have been happily busy managing home and hearth. But their hearts are aching to “do something.”
Naturally, as their good friend, the responsibility comes to me to help them find that “something.”

Here’s the choice:

Chocolates-home made, delivered to your doorstep anywhere in Pune. Once you try them, I’m sure you will call me for more. If you think your organisation wants a session, we’ll do that for sure. Sweet things are for sharing.

Envelopes-handmade decorated with little stuff to make gifting in them a joy. Most will treasure the envelopes and so remember the gift-whether it was money, a gift voucher, a photograph, a holiday, tickets, club membership or whatever.

Little frames to hang on your walls. We frame some of nature’s bounty in our creations. Put them in your living room or your bedroom and let your gaze travel to nature’s beauty.

And theres this artist....a whiz at creating ceramix stuff, acrylic thingys, crafting bits of wood into awesome pieces for your showcase and she does commendable work in watercolours. Gift them to family and friends, decorate your house with them or even present them to your employees, all worth it!

I can't miss this work from home mom who provides trainers - soft skills. works in Bbut is looking to expand. Shes as hard working as an ant, and as persistant as a mosquito in your ear when she believes in something.

And the guys, well, they are doing well but the itch to “get out of the routine” is real bad.

So we have

A martial arts-Indian and Kung Fu- expert who does an excellent job in personal trainings looking for corporate training options. He suggests a combination of joint and muscle relaxation programme through marma yoga for those who have made their other half the laptop. For those who are looking at an option of fitness and safety, his self defence programme or kick boxing sessions will give the needed kick.

And then the most important question, money. While we earn what we do, how do we save what we have? How do we decide where we should invest our money? What about tax?
This one’s an expert in financial planning. He teaches it in colleges and is a consultant for the richie rich. What he wants is to reach those of you who have neglected this important bit of you life. Plan right to save right.

Get back to me for more…