About being Yourself and Hard Won Wisdom

I was supposed to publish this on the day of my birth ie...yesterday , but I’m just pretty damn lazy these days…॥ But better late than never …।

Speaking of my approaching 59^th birthday: I have to admit; this time it isn’t making me something like bugging. I feel kind of proud my children are grown up and very intelligent and caring. I feel kind of proud on my physique, my upright stout body (it was some days ago when my friend and me were haunting my friend’s colleague’s house in sector 15, on asking a gentleman strolling with his wife , about the lady we were haunting, he said “ is the lady you are asking is having the stout body like …pointing towards me.” It was then I came to know that I have a stout body, and I felt happy about it.

Even today if somebody addresses me saying aunty, my son didn’t bear with it and, compel me to ask him/her not to say it again. I feel kind of proud, if anything; most days, I flatter myself that I am holding up pretty well (although I need to get exercising more-too much on computer and not exercise these past few weeks).

But then my son will say something that sort of deflates my balloon, so to speak. He has pointed out that I seem to have more gray hairs lately. And then a few nights ago, he said, WOW, Mom. I can’t believe you were alive during China war in 1962’s! What was it like way back then?’

After recovering my composure, I told him I told him that it was really hard on us when war broke up with Pakistan in 1965, we were in Agra all alone without my father as he was posted at Jorhaat, there were blackouts, trenches to hide on siren, all the necessaries packed on the door and much more horror, as we were little kids। And that it was difficult to write in that fancy curly script with feather quills on scrolls of parchment, instead of ballpoint pens.

Happy day &XOXO

कविताओं में दर्ज स्त्री जीवन की दास्तान

Always writing... writing... and writing....

My daughter is column “dharini” writer on “sarjan gatha” her writing for the month November

Her is the site....

कविताओं में दर्ज स्त्री जीवन की दास्तान

my corner at Home & Woman's Era , my plants

 I have a story to tell you jaust last weeks happening.......

 listen PLEASE   I was sitting in my comfy chair the week after my mother’s treatment for her fractured hand, feeling pretty good but fed up with the weather and to be quite truthful, the my corner as well, at least that which can be seen from the vantage point of the comfy chair.

  

Too little rain and too much heat has the frant corner yard with plants  looking pretty sad.   I had the Sunday edition of the Hindustan Times at hand and was reminded once again how much I wanted to see a couple of shows of Films particular at Delhi.

 And that's when I got a little crazy and booked myself with my daughter, tickets for 2 shows and three days stay with my daughter at her flat this past weekend.  I left Hisar at 4 AM and by 7:30AM at Delhi, I was sitting in The Park of AIMS with a glass of Coffee, enjoying cooler air and the delights that only New Delhi can provide.

Vipin and I enjoyed lunch at A2B, followed by a stroll through Green Market, before parting ways in the .  that time I was privileged to attend the final performance of

My daughters play and to witness possibly the  most brilliant part ever performed, by the inimitable Danish iqbal.  Play directed  by Danish was hilarious and poignant ... and well worth almost missing my train home!

 CLICK THE LINK BELOW  AND HAVE A READ TO MY ARTICLE THERE

Woman's Era India - October 2011 (2nd)

xoxo