Sarika

Its been close to two years that I have been stay at home mommy. So main work now is to nag my poor child and get his studies done. I have been taking studies in the past not only of my son(I guess being a mom this comes as default responsibility) but also to my nephew few years back. So studying is not that bad at least when exams are not at corner or may be tomorrow. (My son could have altogether different opinion about it but I really don't care ;)) So one such relaxed afternoon post lunch we decide to study. All right, so pollution is the subject and we are reading his textbook. Am at one particular picture explaining him how people bathe their cattle in river , kids swim etc etc and water gets polluted. and there you go...म्हणतात ना कुणाचं काय आणि कुणाचं काय .  suddenly चिरंजीव says ..mumma ती buffalo बघ ना कस तोंड करतेय she is actually enjoying her bath. Highly disappointed me... considering me explaining him something very important as pollution and he i...

I have seen it in my mother ..her friends .. My Maushi her friends..   My mother in law ...her friends.. One thing which is common in that generation.. The ease with which they connect with guest at home..that warmth which make the guest feel at home.   These ladies will always have something to offer.Their homes would always look neater and frankly speaking you will not even get time to look around as you are so zapped by their hospitality.By the time you settle she will offer you coffee. Something which I feel our generation should develop more. Happen to visit my friends house recently and experienced it again..not a planned visit and not at all at suitable time.I saw her at window and waived at her.She invited and I couldn't resist.Warm welcome which I received from her and her mother will definitely remember always.The way with which aunty hugged aryan and blessed him the way she would she does to her own granddaughter and quickly packed sw...

Sunday evenings usually meant one thing in our house—weekly vegetable shopping. While I was busy choosing vegetables, the father-son duo quietly took charge of buying snacks. They returned proudly with a bag full of colourful packets. Little did I know one of those packets was about to introduce me to a completely new snack! 😄 Scene One — Sunday Shopping Me>>What all things you have got? My husband>>Got everything which he wants.. Discussion ends there. Scene Two — Snack Time Evening snacks time.. I handed him his cup of milk . and there he goes.. >>"Mumma मला जवानी पॉप्स दे " My eyes almost popped out.. >>" काय देऊ तुला?" >>अगं अस काय करतेस तू ? काल आणलंय ना मी  Me on my way to kitchen wondering ( loud self talk )what जवानी पॉप्स   look like 😃 >> तुला माहिती नाही का ..शंतनू ला पण माहिती आहे मी त्याच्याच tiffin मध्ये खाल्लं  Curiosity completely took over I opened the new snack pack and...

He completed 9 years and 10 running now and as all of us wished  once he also wanted to grow up fast and started saying he is 10..(running is silent). That 2 digit age number makes him feel grown up :) Time is flying too fast and he is growing too fast I feel and somewhere wonder that innocence is vanishing but there I again get glimpse of it 8.30 pm dinner time is the only TV time Mumma has and no cartoon show is allowed that time.. He has understood that no tantrums would change mom's mind and watches whatever serial is on. Lying on sofa ..sometimes playing with cars...murmuring something ...sometimes complaining sometimes willingly he watches TV with me.Sometimes he is more into it than me I must say. commercial serial break is on and some promotion of other serial is going on. Simultaneously I am working on something and not actually bothering to look at T.V and there you go... चिरंजीव >>खरंच का ग मम्मा ! I looked up and see his eyes gleaming with excitem...

नात्यांचा सर आपल्या चिमुकल्या बाळाला मध्ये घेऊन आई वडील पहिला सर बांधायला सुरवात करतात ! मग आजी आजोबा काका काकू मावशी आत्या असे बाकीचे मोती अगदी अलगद येऊन माळले जातात आपोआप ! बहीण भाऊ .. सक्खे चुलत आते मामे भावंडं ह्या सगळ्या मोत्यांनी रक्ताच्या नात्यांनी पहिला सर बघता बघता भरतो ! हळुहळू दिवस जातात तस बाळ आपला नवीन सर बांधायला घेतो .. त्याचे मित्र मैत्रिणी .. शाळेतले ,बस मधले ,van मधले ,ग्राउंड वरचे ह्या क्लास चे त्या क्लास चे , शाळेतले शिक्षक ,कॉलेज चे मित्र ... मित्रपरिवाराची कुटुंब ... शेजारी पाजारी ... जेव्हढे मोती गुंफत जाल तेवढा सर वाढत जातो. पहिला नात्यांचा सर आणि हा जोडलेल्या नात्याचा सर ..दोघातले मोती अधून मधून स्पर्श करत राहतात .. क्षितिज रुंदावते तसे सर वाढत जातात..  नोकरीचे सहचारी .. नवीन नोकरी..  नवीन सहचारी.. नवीन सर अशात कधी जीवनाचा सहचारी मिळतो आणि एका सोनेरी सरांची सुरुवात होते.  त्या सराच्या बांधणीला मात्र आधीचे सर्व मोती एकत्र येतात.  एकमेकांशी कधी स्पर्श झालेले नसले तरी त्या एका मोत्याच्या नवीन बांधणीला...