rehana

Early morning is one of my favorite times with Rehana. She's super mellow and talk-y, and we "chitchat" while she plays in my arms and lap. When Rehana was first born, I was so anxious that I was doing everything right (she was teeny), but these days I'm thankfully settling in, feeling a bit more confident and just enjoying her sweet company. Oh, Rehana, I adore you and your sharp beautiful   eyebrows!

Rehana is only two days

 When my son her father was born the  nurses taught us how to swaddle new born babies  into a little burrito. Babies apparently love being wrapped tightly, since it reminds them of the womb; they also like rocking, bouncing and white noise--including hairdryers!

It was such a magical time. We were thrilled with our time at Holy Mehta Hospital, whose staff gave us such gentle care (the nurses were wonderful. Thanks for your visit

she is 20 days here 

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the colour red for boys

early years of my son's dresses were mostly red shirts in different colours

history says..... ' in the 18th-19th c., the color red was much more associated with English boys than blue. It was considered a properly masculine color, and one with strong military overtones as well as the color for hunting. As soon as a boy was breeched – dressed in male adult-style clothing instead of the unisex white gowns of babies – bright red usually made an appearance in his wardrobe. Later in the 19th c., when color first was used in infant clothing, pink, as the lesser version of red, was the color for boys, while girls were dressed in pale blue. (For more about gender-dressing by color, see this article from Smithsonian.)

Master Charles William Lambton by Sir Thomas Lawrence, 1825

my son i created
 this dress for my son   the description for my creations  is  here  snd  here.

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Rehana

Today it is exactly 17 days ago  the world's most beautiful Rehana was born. 2 days   before term, but a finished and just the right length and heavy. Since then, life in the 1008 ABC     revolved around the new queen, and we do pretty much as she commands - which has proved manageable, since this cutie is mostly pretty easy to please. It is sleeping byssing,  singing, changing,   and all that that baby life consists of. 

 The cushions on the sofa stands at half past eleven hour, they get increasingly a game in the washing after   being subjected to a gulp or urine turgid nappies have found themselves nestled in the corners, the dishes will be an hour and living room floor filled with her bedding pieces.   Focus is on the little sofa queen. who sits leisurely on her sheepskin, surrounded by two cliffs in love parents. buaas and dadi who are unable to take your eyes wonder.

  

We are so very grateful for our child, and have to pinch ourselves in the arm several times each day to see that she is actually ours.

It has struck us that perhaps it is more than self-centered to constantly brag so unrestrained on the inside hemp cute this kid is, considering that she is a product  of   my son and d-in-law . Rehan  is actually far the world's most beautiful. 

When it comes to images of the world most beautiful, so we have (illogically enough, since after all she is so cute) decided to avoid dividing her face on the Internet at this time. I think though it's really fun to see pictures of other people's children online, but for several reasons, we have decided to keep our child on the net an here she is in different poses.

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July/August day by day --------Janmashtami

                  July/August-- day by day --Rehana                                                     

  

Happy Janmashtami greeting to all  on the netThis is not a post on Significance of the festival, this is the explanation of our devotion in spite of Arya Samaaji’s by default (my great grandfather adopted AryaSamaj and was elected as president in a conference held at our Village Kharkari Makhwan  in the year1907). Later after the death of my grandfather’s younger brother, he left home and became a Bhajani and joined Bhajan Mandali I was born in  Pune my father was in Air Force. Basically I was born in a sahukar family of Haryana  and bred in a conservative, joint family(we used to visit our home  village  regularly . I  have enjoyed living together with my siblings and cousins under one roof learning good values of sharing, devotion to God and I grew up right under the gaze of local deity at Tosham   .but most of the time I used to live with my father at different city’s IAF complexes with my Krishna   devotee father, that’s why     I grew up being a staunch devotee of this Lord Krishna  who steals the heart of his bhaktas. The lovely face of Krishna with doe eyes,   His Pitambara , the peacock feather which added the extra grace, the magical flute which cast a  spell on his Gopikas in Dwarka   captivated my fancy too.   This is one God whom I feel I can stay connected to. Though it was only Bhaya-bhakthi in the childhood towards God. I have started realizing he is right within me like a constant companion.  

Lord Krishna

( Kheer, Churma )

I will be conducting the worship today evening. It would be a simple worship and would be

offering  Prasad ( goodies) many of which I have mentioned above and would end with an  Aarti.

 I only enjoy all the Prasad after 12:00 at night. The hole day used to be the fast day the feast

comes later after the midnight.

We should not be afraid of God. Our conscience must be clear and we must be able to share love or whatever we have to realize the strength of God within us. I don’t expect that God will appear in front of me if I do a tapasya, from where will he appear when He is within me? If we cannot love others whole-heartedly that means I am not loving myself.

I enjoy, preparing Haryanvi  relics ( Kheer, Churma ) and  decorating our parlour   with Photos, paintings of Lord Krishna, one being the most precious, a gift from my father which I attach a lot of sentiments. 

As I described in the paragraph above my father himself was a great devotee of Krishna and he uused to sit    in front of a photo of Krishna for his praaters ( Murali Krishna) in our house, a tradition which is still continuing.

 Janmashtam is always a grand festival in my paternal house as the house becomes a beehive of activity on that day. Prasad like    halwa, til laddu, sugarcane mixed with soaked bengalgram, kheer, dryfruits and fresh fruits and God’s favourite , sweetened butter are offered to the Lord .The preparation of all the prasada items and food for all the family members was solely prepared by my mom with we children chipping in with a minuscule of what she did. Hats off to her. I think she drew all the energy from the devotion she had for the Lord. I do not stand anywhere near her in terms of the kind of work she did.

 Festivals are time for indulging in sweets and lip smacking goodies. So when I say Lord resides in me we should really eat and enjoy so that it reaches the God. This is my philosophy.

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Happy Independence Day

When i was a kid my parents moved a lot due to postings after every 2 or 3 years.Today i wokeup little early in the morning. did my personal grooming, went for a walk. on return i rushed to kitchen to make some dish for the day  and  

source wiki

I made khir in the morning.  Kheer  is a  north Indian dessert. Ingredients in khir include rice, milk, and sugar. Sometimes, dry fruits such as kishmish (raisins) are also used.
then i sit in front of my computer and became nostalgic my nostalgia took me to my school at   Tosham
It was 1964 and i was a   student in Tosham school i sung  the above song with a group of girls on Independence day. 
I enjoyed the song sung by little children at their school on celebrations of India's republic Day. 
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Baby Teeja.BabyTeeja and the month of july

 I was away to Delhi for an urgent work of mine. Then on 30^th July in the evening my son rang me up that we are going to hospital for regular check-up. I agreed. Then they proceed to the hospital. My d-in-law get checked in, there was a fluid release  from the womb, then as guided by the doctor  , got her hospital gown on, for the go time! (“mom we were going to be parents and you the DAADI by the morning”  ….my son acquainted me on the phone)and by morning means 12 hours later.

just after birth

 For me away from them it was an incredibly frustrating and long waiting game, but the baby girl was very eager to come quickly! Active labor was on the way then ……she had to proceed for C-section .i was receiving the commentary recited by my son on the phone, I was listening some great music and was in the best spirit and actually having fun! (No, it was  just the coining away idea! isn't it ) 

So just three and a quarter  hours later, on July 30^th at 10:02 minutes at night the baby Teeja  was born  perfectly healthy weighing 3.30 kg and it was absolutely beautiful.
 My daughter face-booked about her and it was absolutely beautifully written, so if you haven’t read it yet, click HERE to read . 

Well the baby Teeja (born on  Teej) is here again and 4 days old! And what a crazy journey it has been to make that happen..few snaps 

4 days old

4 days old

the baby on sixth day

These days I am reading  Emily  Bronte she was born on this day in 1818, in Thornton, West Yorkshire.

 JULY DAYS

'He said the pleasantest manner of spending a hot July day was lying from morning till evening on a bank of heath in the middle of the moors, with the bees humming dreamily about among the bloom, and the larks singing high up overhead, and the blue sky and bright sun shining steadily and cloudlessly. That was his most perfect idea of heaven's happiness: mine was rocking in a rustling green tree, with a west wind blowing, and bright white clouds flitting rapidly above; and not only larks, but throstles, and blackbirds, and linnets, and cuckoos pouring out music on every side, and the moors seen at a distance, broken into cool dusky dells; but close by great swells of long grass undulating in waves to the breeze; and woods and sounding water, and the whole world awake and wild with joy'. Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
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What a coincidence!!!!!!! isn’t it!

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rainy season

After long it rained...... rained..... and rained...........heavily and every day from Sunday till day....

It is one of the secrets of Nature in its mood of mockery that fine weather lays heavier weight on the mind and hearts of the depressed and the inwardly tormented than does a really bad day with dark rain sniveling continuously and sympathetically from a dirty sky. ~ Muriel_Spark,Territorial Rights, 1979

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