Learnings of Motherhood...

They say u are the one who guide a child...imbibe great values in them....but believe me there is so much to learn from them....

Regardless of whether they fight among themselves on one day, or had another friend preference on next day, but kids always forget everything when they meet next..flash the same warm curious smile when they locate a known friend....completely no ego...sans worries...a never ending tendency to forgive and forget...

No matter how much u have scolded them or try to shove them away for something wrong they did, they are always ready to say sorry and hug u back... Stronger the anger, tighter the hug (and obviously, intenser the innocent love wrapped up in their lil arms)...

They are quick learners as they carry no assumptions, no theories, no expectations when it comes to seeking knowledge...It's like a raw piece of land, ready to have its seeds sown...get watered 'n' tilled by us....placing complete onus on us on what to plant, how to plant and further looking after it...

Innocence and selflessness is something u cant miss in them. They share your smiles, so the tears...mostly without knowing the reason....just for the sake of giving u company or rather they absorb the air around and try to reflect it back...

This list is endless...every gesture of kids make us think..."ahhhh...y I din't think like that..."...or "so cute and innocent...." and makes us to stroll the old forgotten lanes when we were like them....

None of these were new facts or new tips for us...just that somehow we tend to forget or ignore all these in our daily lives....Lucky we are, that we have somebody very close, very known and very dear to us who is always there to revive and recall it all...

माता-पिता की सेवा

मै वो बूडा बाप हूं...

जिसकी सेवा से तुम कतराते हो...

मुझे वृद्ध आश्रम छोड़ आते हो...

 

बचपन से तेरे युवा तक...

मै बना तेरी परछाई, तेरा साया...

आज तुम मुझसे ही नज़रें चुराते हो...

मेरी काया देख शरमाते हो...

 

कल तक चार चार कमरों में खेलने वालों...

आज तुम एक नन्हा सा कमरा देने में हिचकिचाते हो...

तेरे जीवन के व्रत किए मैंने...

आज तुम मेरे मरने की दुआ मनाते हो...

 

हाँ मै वो बुडी माँ हूं...

जिसकी आह सुन तुम गुर्राते हो...

मुझे नाकारा नासमझ बतलाते हो....

 

ऐ मेरे मालिक... दुआ है तुझसे...

ले जा तू मुझको जल्दी से ऊपर...

और हाथ जोड़ के मांगती हूँ तुझसे...

जब भी बुलाये... जोड़े से बुलाना...

ये लोग नहीं समझ पाते...

हमारा अकेलापन , हमारी झुकी हुई ये कमर...

हमारी वृधावस्था , हमारी कमज़ोर नज़र...

कहीं लग न जाए किसी को दुआ बन के बददुआ...

देदे इससे पहले शरण अपने दर…

.....स्वाति :)  

Bond so special...

Since long I was thinking of penning down the happy feelings which keep on dancing and jumping in my mind and leave me content and superbly happy...

I took a conscious decision to take a break when Swarit turned 1. ( I did WFH till he turned 1)… And when I look back today(he is 3 now)…I feel what I did and still doing is absolutely correct…. Seeing him growing, learning, maturing in front of my eyes is an unmatched feeling…I know career has its own place in an individual’s life…but yes had I been working and trying to meet the both worlds won’t have left me this content that I’m today…I’m glad that I’m with Shopi (his nick name) in his formative learning years of his life….

I love to see the smile and anxiety of his face when his school van stops and his tiny sparkling eyes search for me….and till the way to our floor till tells me some xyz stories of his school…Regardless of whatever he eats in his school….he tells me… “mummy aaj aaloo khaya….”…and then at home…he keeps on gazing changing directions of sun…and tells me “mumma abhi sun to upar chala gaya…abhi nahi dikha raha…” and in evening… “abhi to sun chala gaya….ab to moon aayega…”….

Whenever he falls or get hit by some object…I tell him…”Koi baat nahi….theek ho jayega…”…same he tells me…if I stumble… I have told him that whenever he does anything wrong…say sorry…give a hug and things will be alright…and now he extends this gesture whenever he wants something which I deny…say eating extra biscuits…or he wants to play and I’m saying no…he quietly watches my mood…and impose loads of kisses and hugs to coax and cajole me…:D  :D

Whenever he does anything naughty…he tells me… “mumma mai to shararat kar raha hoon…” when he himself is admitting what he is doing…then what wud I do besides smiling and hiding it at the same time….

He loves to assist me in drying out clothes, folding them, putting the bedsheets…and enacts as if he knows it all well… and does with all his sincerity and devotion…

He is very comfortable with touch screen games…coz he knows there is always a home (hut shaped) and back button whenever he gets stuck… kids find their own ways to make life simpler…

Like his dad…he loves parathas….and he calls it “pathaaaa”…at times the very first word he utters when he wake up is… “pathaaaaa…” “mumma pathaaaa bana do please….”

There are endless memories and moments sighted, visualized and lived by me…hard to list them all…

I may go back to industry after some time but for the moment…as they say… ‘M LOVING IT’…

After all everybody wants to be in the limelight…but let me stay in the soft glow of penumbra today…

Kuch der aur theher jao….Jeene de do pal to mujhe….