Sarika

Sunday night 9:30 PM Last maths paper on Monday morning Me ""Please pack your bag for tomorrow and don't forget geometry compass box." 9:45 PM There seems to be some struggle in packing stuff. Me: "What is wrong? Already 15 minutes and still bag not ready.." "मम्मा  geometry compass box मिळत नाहीये" Reality check... I don't have geometry box for spare like n number of other spare things Shops are closed now. There is no way next day morning before school we can get it. Considering मुखदूर्बळपणा  of my son there is no way he will ask for it to anyone... All thoughts rushing in ..making me scream. I almost skip my beat.. but still trying to keeping my calm.. "अरे आता रात्री १० वाजता तुला आठवतंय ?..शोध नीट असेल तिथेच कुठेतरी" 10 PM I wind up my chores and as there is no noise assumed brat must have got his geometry box and ready to sleep... but high hopes.. I enter room and see pile of books notebooks and wha...

I had seen this on my friend's blog. This was the challenge she had within her blogger friends. At first I had thought such a childish thing to do..I mean those sarcastic thoughts..what is a secret if you post it on social media and all can know it...(forget about who has time to go through ur damn secrets...love...or for that matter your blog) (I know that was really rude of me.) But somehow that image lingered on my mind for longer. How can any idea be childish.The way you think about it can get childish though and then again isn’t it very relative? Is it simple?and even if it is simple is it easy to write about these things? We have to write about self not someone else then it should be easy considering the way self obsessed we get at times.. And in the end this all exercise if for you and not for viewers who accidentally or forcefully land on your page ;) Secrets..loves..fears..wants..places…foods…books..films…songs…picture in descending order ...

After attending an hour long seminar on dental health at kiddos school I stretched myself ,feeling relieved I got up from my chair to catch up with other mommies. Before I could speak, fellow mommy exclaimed " Is there a good news ?" Newton's third law of motion immediately came into action that for every action there is equal and opposite reaction.I covered my tummy with my hand and breathed in to tuck my tummy muscles in as you do when you pose for a photo. Sheepishly I said "Don't tell me I have put on so much as to look pregnant" "No no I just thought little bulge as you got up from chair" Meanwhile other mommies joined and that topic ended there. But was it over really? Back home standing in front of the mirror,I wondered how could she see my prosperity from my loose kurta? In your early forties with one nine year old keeping you busy full time with his school classes studies and other tantrums how could she think of it also?  May b...

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...