New Journey

This time I didn’t dare to even open the annual WordPress report that comes at the year end. Last year I just wrote one post!! And the year before that 6 posts!! Sigh!! I won’t resolve any more or make any more promises to myself, my blog and my readers. It is better to keep quiet and just do it.

So 2015 was a happening year. A year in which our lives changed forever and for the better.

On 17th April I took the test
My sister wished me the best
The second I saw two line segments
I knew I was pregnant!!
Month end we went for the first scan
The heartbeat told success of our plan
A bundle of joy was on its way
who will share its father’s birthday!
In May, Mommy-to-be got a scare
Had to rush to hospital emergency care
Scan showed a tiny subchorionic clot
That day Mommy-to-be cried a lot
She was advised to be on bed rest
The first trimester was really a test
Dadu and Didu flew in to take her care
Without them God knows how she would fare
Flour, tea, milk became hard to digest
Hormone capsules she had to ingest
Vomiting had caused her weight loss
All junk and risky food went for a toss
In June, scan showed clot wasn’t there
She joined her job back with dare
The second trimester was easy
Her work kept her very busy
The baby was growing very well
Its kicks Mommy-to-be could tell!
For it Daddy-to-be would sing song,
And play guitar ting tang tong!!
The third trimester was festival time,
Skipping bhog would have been a crime.
Mommy-to-be prayed to Durga mother
Strength for her, well-being for another
November she went on maternity leave
Her tummy was getting hard to heave
Moving around required much power
Granny hosted a fabulous baby shower.
One afternoon suddenly her water broke
“It’s time” on call to Daddy she spoke.
The baby seemed to be in a hurry
3 weeks before! Reason to worry!!
Afternoon turned to evening then night,
Relief from labour pain wasn’t in sight.
The baby movement was slow
Amniotic fluid was getting low
There was no time to deliberate
The doctor decided to operate
Inside OT Daddy-to-be also went
Moral support to his wife he lent
“Baby is coming out,baby is coming out”
Mommy-to-be heard the doctor shout
“It’s a healthy girl baby” the doctor said
Mommy-to-be felt all the pain fade
She laid eyes on the cutest thing
An angel had come without wing!!
So this was my eventful 2015 tale
Will blog more amidst poop,pee,wail!!

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Mere Piya Gaye Swedoon

हेलो,हिन्दुस्तान का होमटून

हेलो,मैं स्विदून से बोल रहा हूँ

मैं अपनी बीवी रीमादेवी से बात करना

चाहता हूँ

मेरे पिया, हो मेरे पिया गये स्विदून

किया है वहाँ से टेलीफून

तुम्हारी याद सताती है,

जिया में आग लगाती है

हम छोड़ के हिन्दुस्तान,बहुत पछ्ताये

बहुत पछ्ताये

हुई भूल जो तुम को साथ ना लेकर आए

हम स्विदून की गलियों में,

और तुम हो होमटून

तुम्हारी याद सताती है,

जिया में आग लगाती है

मेरी नींद भी खो गयी टाइम डिफरेन्स के मारे

टाइम डिफरेन्स के मारे

मैं अधमुई सी हो गई चिंता के मारे

तुम बिन साजन,

सूनी सूनी बीत रही है जुलाई और जून

तुम्हारी याद सताती है,

जिया में आग लगाती है

अजी तुमसे बिछड़के हो गये हम सन्यासी

हम सन्यासी

खा लेते हैं जो मिल जाए

घास फूस बासी

अजी फीका फीका खा के कर रहे गुज़ारा

भूल गये जीरा मिर्ची लहसून

तुम्हारी याद सताती है,

जिया में आग लगाती है

अजी बड़ा अजीब देश है ये कैसा

ये कैसा

रात के ग्यारह बजे लगता है

दिन जैसा

अजी धूप से है परेशान

शाम लगे फोरनून

तुम्हारी याद सताती है,

जिया में आग लगाती है

मेरे पिया, हो मेरे पिया गये स्विदून

किया है वहाँ से टेलीफून

तुम्हारी याद सताती है,

जिया में आग लगाती है

My version of the famous song. 😀 D has gone abroad to Sweden and Netherlands for three weeks which has made the poet in me rise from slumber. The original song – click “Mere Piya Gaye Rangoon” and click here for lyrics and meaning.

एक कविता

जनुअरी में आई प्यारी दीदी,

फेब्रुअरी में हुई मेरी शादी,

मार्च की होली थी एकदम अकेली,

अप्रैल की गर्मी थी बिलकुल थकेली,

मई में गई घूमने किहीम और अलीबाग,

जून भर बनाई चावल दाल मछली और साग,

जुलाई में की खूब कमाई,

अगस्त में एक बार पुणे घूम आई,

सितम्बर कर दिया एकदम कंगाल,

अक्टूबर में बहुत घूमी दुर्गा पंडाल,

नवम्बर में गई घूमने गोवा विथ आल,

दिसम्बर बीता इन दीघा एंड ससुराल,

ये था हिसाब ऑफ़ मेरा बीता हुआ साल,

आप सब का २०११ हो मस्त और खुशहाल

A Prayer

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Riddle and Rhyme

Vee had put up a flower’s picture as a riddle in his post and asked the readers to guess its name. I was lucky and shrewd 😛 enough to guess it and now I have to do the “riddle me this” tag.

But I wasn’t satisfied to put up an image only. I decided to make up a riddle for it. Here goes my riddle and the image. Comments section is open to guesses. The first person who guesses it correctly shall be the winner.

My Random Thoughts – Special Edition

This is a special post. After reading whole of it you will come to know what is special about it. Right now here is my blog “My Random Thoughts” inventory.

# Total views since 22 June 2008 – 26,570

# Busiest day: 565 hits — Friday, September 12, 2008.

# Same as in my earlier blog-inventory, Lallopallo’s blog is my biggest referrer. My blog has diverted maximum traffic to Amit’s blog.

# My All Time Top Ten Posts (except tags and email forwards) –

Candid Camera and Creative Childhood

Nita tagged me in her post to publish a candid and not posed photograph which was taken about 10 years ago. This made me rummage through a lot of albums left untouched since years, to dig out such photographs. So here is a slide show of three such snaps at my different ages. Hope its eligible for the tag. First is the photo taken by my sister when I was explaining to her that there had been pumpkins here and there on our roof during the time she was in hostel. Rest are self explanatory snaps. Just move the mouse on the photo to read the caption.

The Fear of Death

My maternal uncle had been suffering from cancer and passed away on 15th August. During the last days of his life, I observed one important aspect of human nature which made me analyze my opinion on it. The aspect was the innate, sometimes subconscious sometimes obvious fear of death. Having a terminally ill family member at home does cause an air of sadness and depression. But its interesting to see how others react to it. Another close relative; a well known surgeon, very rich & money minded person and my uncle’s neighbor, got affected by high blood pressure by all this. Apparently he was struck by the fear of death. After accumulating so much wealth all his life, he would have to let go of everything. That is a scary thought for all those who are deeply attached to their assets. The fear of death reminds me of a story I’d read in school books which illustrates that Fear is the real epidemic.

Sibling Possessiveness and Poem Tag

Sibling rivalry is quite a common phenomena in many families. I have seen brother-sister duos fighting it out like anything or teasing excessively or two brothers not getting along well or two sisters fighting over stuff and being tattletales about each other to parents. Not to mention many squabbles regarding property and responsibility of old parents and general emotional indifference/detachment between siblings. I know some extreme cases of siblings in which the girl child faces discrimination and one in which the younger brother beats his elder sister like anything and parents do nothing to control. But I’m not here to discuss about reasons behind sibling rivalry or to suggest solutions. But a prologue is essential before my confession. I admit that I suffer from sibling possessiveness. My sister is quite elder to me and I have always been her baby sister. 🙂 And I don’t like any of my friends getting more attention from her than necessary (according to my limit). Right now my sister has this family over her place as guests and I get all grumpy seeing her cuddle and pamper their baby. Ahh!! well thats the way I am. 😀

Now RJ had tagged me to write a love poem with the mind of a 4th standard. So here it is.

Start Living!!

Life is so fickle. One moment you may be on the top of the world and in next moment you may literally be on the top of the world if you know what I mean. One moment you may be driving back home looking forward to a nice dinner and next moment you may be dead due to a bomb blast. And there can be more examples of how uncertain life is. In the next moment you may never see the people you care about ever again. You may never get to make that pending phone call again or finish those long due stuff on your “to-do” list. You may never get to say that “I’m sorry” or “I love you” ever again. One moment you are making money left and right and next moment you are dead before you could enjoy the fruits of your labor (legal or otherwise).

Pseudo Birthdays

Today is my Didi’s pseudo birthday. A pseudo birthday is that birthday date Indian parents (mostly fathers’ idea) put as their child’s birth date instead of real one and which is a few months or years later date and in some rare cases it can be a few months previous date. The mentality behind this practice is that the child will get extra years at service which means extra money. It is also done in case of those children whose actual birth dates fall between school session like in October,November etc so that they get admission instead of wasting one year. Then there are some unlucky ones like my Dad. He was a naughty child and always playing outside. He caught the local school’s headmaster’s eye and the headmaster suggested my Grandpa to put him in school. When Grandpa said my son is not yet of the school going age, the headmaster said nothing to worry and promptly increased my Dad’s year of birth by 1 year and admitted him to school!!! Poor Dad. Maybe thats the reason he was influenced to change my Didi’s birth date by 6 months!! Not even a year! Its like done with a mind that wants to do it and also doesn’t. Then there are some like one of my colleagues whose parents made her birth date 25 July instead of using the actual 10 July because 25 July is their marriage anniversary!! Talk about saving expenses!!

But there are so many consequences of this silly practice!!! The repercussions range from mere explanations to dealing with red tape.

1. Those who have dual birth dates tend to hide this even from their closest friends because after all its illegal and to save themselves from Q&A session.

2. Poor fellows do not get to celebrate their actual birthday and people wish them on the pseudo birthdays for years whereas they are not feeling the joy. They even receive cards & gifts on the wrong day. (But that shouldn’t hurt right?)

3. People (having read Linda Goodman) may form false impression about their actual nature and traits as they appear to belong to a sun sign and may get themselves into trouble. Like people may mistake my Didi for a paradoxical, flirtatious, talkative, breezy Gemini whereas she is a reserved, intense, mature, stubborn Scorpio. Their friends even read out wrong daily horoscopes from newspaper for them. Some friends may even chart out horoscopes and come out with wrong predictions!!!!

4. I don’t want to sound biased or generic [Amit plz note 🙂 ] or accusing anyone, but decreasing the age used to be quite common in Biharis, UPites and MPites (don’t know about present situation).There are so many uncles who have become so old (You may decrease the age but you can’t stop/delay the aging process) but are still in service. And others make fun of them or may be jealous of them.

5. And then some get retired early or get sucked in the Education System early.

6. Last but not the least, the amount of running around and bribing it takes to make a duplicate birth certificate (because the original is submitted during admission to Class 1) showing the pseudo date and Ministry’s signature for Visa and Work Permits purposes especially for Europe; causes high blood pressure, sleepless nights and hypertension and you really regret the day you lied about the birth date.

So don’t do koi jhol jhaal
Mat chalo koi chaal
About the janm tithi or saal
Warna karna padega babu ko mala-maal
Tab jaake galegi aapki daal
Aisa hai jhooth ka jaal
Mat rakhna koi shikwa mere naal
Goodbye to aaalll

[I got carried away by the poetic/rap urge :D]

Anyway,Didi, your birthday today may be pseudo but my wishes are always heartfelt.
Happy Pseudo Birthday!!

P.S. Don’t worry guys…Mine is real i.e. 22nd June 😀

Edited to add: This poem is an original Rimu and subject to copyright laws.