Tuesday, 27 November 2007

The Privileged Child (My blog on Sulekha)

I am of the opinion that our children belong to the breed of the privileged, ones favoured by Destiny. They have most things that probably we did not have access to. That is the class that is catered to in the Retail world too. Earlier the Mantra was - Catch the wife's attention and you have the deal in the bag. Now it definitely is the kiddo's world. The kid likes it, the parents better do the same.

Understanding the word 'No' is a rare occurance. Yet, this breed is more reselient, more intelligent, more savvy, more image conscious (should I say more worldly?). You see 'MORE'?

As always, parents work towards getting the best for themselves as well as the child. The differentiating factor being, now the child knows which is the 'in' thing and demands the same.Our parents set limits, disciplined us when necessary, lectured us frequently, taught us value of money, yelled at us often, yet loved us unconditionally.

Today as a parent, many of us do it in our own way. Some of the tough lessons we teach them are:
  • Life is difficult, it won't always be easy. So learn to go through bad days, celebrate good days.
  • All our decisions might not be likeable. We will definitely lisen to you, but you will not always get your way.
  • Everyone contributes. No silent partnership here. ;-)
  • Do odd jobs around the house, earn a little on the side and save it. We won't buy everything you ask for.
  • We definitely are responsible for your well-being but YOU are responsible for your actions.
  • To me, you are unique. I accept you with all your weaknesses, strengths, abilities, disappointments and dreams. Let me see your dream, use your uniqueness to achieve them and let me soar with you.
  • Everything is not a crisis. Remember, laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you cry alone.
  • We know you have a mind of your own, opinions of your own. Give it time, you will get a chance to voice them to your kid(s). Hehehe.

Just remember that we love you more than anything. We set limits for you, discipline you, applaud your successes, get crushed with your pain at failures, cry with you when you are hurt and be with you when you look around for a friend.

The best gift we can give our parents is by becoming parents ourselves. (Hey Dad! I heard that snigger.)

-MH

Sunday, 9 September 2007

Festivity

Festive Season. Unbiddingly my thoughts take me to same time last year. I find myself asking all sorts of questions, unable, or should I say unwilling to face the answers. It is a humbling thought to recollect that phase. Is it possible for a family to go through a whole myriad of emotions in a short span of time? Had I been asked this question a couple of years back, my answer would have been a resounding 'no'. Now,I know different.

It is awesome how one person can become a cog in the family. That one person, without whom, we could not have thought of a life. Yet here we are, without the physical presence. The loss, always ticking inside, to erupt abruptly at an unknown time; creating a gap that can never be filled.

Saturday, 1 September 2007

ಅಣ್ಣ ಬರೆದ ಕವನಗಳನ್ನು ಈ ಪುಟ್ದಲ್ಲಿ ......... ನಮ್ಮ ನಾಡು ಮಾತ್ರುಭಾಷೆ - ನಮ್ಮ ಕಣ್ಮಣಿ ಶಾರದೆಗೆ ಅಪ್ರಿತ

ಅಣ್ಣನ ಕವನಗಳು, ಅಮ್ಮನಿಗಾಗಿ
ನನ್ನ ಉಸಿರು ನಿನ್ನದು
ನನ್ನ ಭಾಷೆ ನಿನ್ನದು
ಕಸ್ತೂರಿ ಕನ್ನಡವೇ ನನ್ನ ಮಾತು ಮನಸ್ಸು ಮತ್ತು ಭಾಷೆ
ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆ ನಿನ್ನದು, ನನ್ನ ಬಳಗ ಬಾಂಧವರು ನಿನ್ನವರು
ಅವರುಗಳನ್ನು ಸವಿ ಪ್ರೀತಿಸುವೆ ಪ್ರೆಮಿಸುವೆ.

ಬೆಳದದ್ದು ಹುಟ್ಟಿದ್ದು ಕರ್ನಾಟಕದ ರಾಜಧಾನಿಯಾದ್ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರೂ, ನನ್ನ ಬಾಳ ಸಂಗಾತಿ ಕನ್ನಡ
ಬಹು ಜನಃ ಪ್ರಿಯ: ಅನ್ನುವುದನ್ನು ಆರಧಿಸುವೆ
ನನ್ನ ಮಡದಿಯ ಹೃದಯ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಇದ್ದದ್ದು ........

16-Mar-07, 15.30hrs

Friday, 3 August 2007

Maya to Vrushik, with love

Oh! son

Rejuvenating eyes; bewitching fragrance
pink lips adorned with an impish smile
round cheeks shining in delectation
Oh! son, I am soaked in your warmth

Those playful acts; melodious chit-chat
glitter of the eye; darling of our home
like a silver lining on the dark cloud;
Oh! son, I am dancing in your love

Boundless energy; vivacious laughter
innocent looks; stainless heart
those cuddly hugs; cherished moments
Oh! son, I miss you ....