Sunday 14 June 2020

Overloaded Pandemic



"Sharing is caring, sharing is fun. We can all share together..." These are a few lines from one of the nursery rhymes which my toddler keenly watches these days on YouTube. For kids, it simply implies sharing personal belongings or meals. For adults, we can infer sharing work!

In our society, a husband doing household chores means "helping" the wife. On the contrary, wife doing them signifies it as her duty, a thankless job, that came along with the package of the feras of her marriage. A working husband is someone who earns the bread and butter for the family since ages. A working wife, with all certainty is passing her time. We stay in a society where people frown at the mention of a lady not being able to cook, chuckle on hearing if a man does. They generously use the word "lucky wife" on hearing if the husband prepares evening tea for the exhausted wife. In the same society a child is the Raja beta or Papa's Pari, who is allowed to reject home-cooked food, or bargains eating against extra 30 minutes on iPad. The child learns what he/she sees, of course!

Despite of all this, the societal norms are mutating and a faithful balance is being developed slowly but eventually. The newer generations are westernizing and accepting that the burden of household chores are to be bore by the household, and not the house-lady. Exclaiming at a particular gender's participation in the process is subsiding.

Like many, we are navigating uncharted waters: e-learning and working remotely from home; social distancing is taking away everything. Being together is a huge advantage we have as families right now, but we might be too close to it to see it as a gift. It is a real blessing to have each other in this.

In a nuclear family setup like that of ours, taking care of a 1.5 year old child is not a child's play. They say it takes a village to bring up a child. During these social distancing times, our village lies in our household. A growing child needs a lot of attention, and with parents working from home, its a dire challenge. To be able to understand that mother is not just responsible for changing the soiled diapers and handling a crying baby, while the father is sitting on the couch hooked to the TV, waiting to play with the child. In our family, the father is as good as the mother :) We have divided our chores and very well manage them along working from home for our full time jobs. This is how we #ShareTheLoad !


When it comes to daily chores, for which we as urban Indians used to be heavily dependent on maids and cooks, relationships are put to test. My husband chops vegetables and I prepare them. I handle the tantrum throwing toddler, his father cleans the utensils. When I clean the house, he does the laundry. This is what brings harmony in the relationship, and you see your fondness for each other grow on knowing well how your better half understands you, and the family needs. At first, you are awed to see each other doing all that they have never done. Being brought up in a cozy environment, where your parents did all the chores while you sat studying, or pursuing your hobbies, and later depending on maids, all this comes as a shock. Gradually you get used to it, and that's how you grow old together. #ShareChoresMultiplyLove is the mantra.

My husband doing laundry

We never know when these unprecedented times would end. Amidst everything gloomy and the earth still rotating on the axis of Corona, a pinch of affinity in the family is much needed.
Don't forget to watch how Ariel motivates us to  #ShareTheLaundry.


I will #ShareTheLoad and help in household chores in association with Ariel India and BlogAdda

Monday 4 May 2020

A Pinch of Humour

Meanwhile,  amidst everything serious, and the earth rotating on the axis of Corona, I thought of adding a pinch of humor and wit to our world !

On planet Facebook, some ladies are nonchalantly sharing their "saree clad" pictures. They call it a "challenge".  Really! If that's a challenge, I wonder then how our mothers and grandmothers had been living such challenging lives. They also say, that these pictures are posted to bring smile on their friends' faces in these gloomy times. I awe at how people are doing data entry jobs for free! On a sarcastic note, how do such moronic ideas click to only certain humans. 

Nevertheless, sarcasm is like electricity, half of the country doesn't get it.

Meanwhile, as one of the popular jokes states, people are busy vanishing maida and sooji from the earth, by demonstrating their culinary talent. Opened Whatsapp status this morning to see one of my friends just burped of Biryani, the other posted 5 photos of some ugly looking deep fried snacks and someone just prepared fresh out of oven half baked chocolate cake garnished with Gems.

Looking at the messages on my Whatsapp and Telegram groups, I got a mischievous idea. I clubbed multiple messages together, copied and shuffled them. This created a humorous chain. Read below to gain a smile -

Any good tailor nearby? Hi, we shifted here yesterday, waiting to catch up...

This is ridiculous, some dog pooped in front of the club house?  Please assemble in front of the Club House for flag hoisting.

My son's crocs are missing from the playground. Please suggest some good temples nearby. 

Can someone suggest the nearest gas agency. The flush of my toilet is not working... ?

Someone has parked their car in my parking. Please contact me if someone wants to buy my 2BHK.

The maid Jaymala has not yet arrived. If someone has a spare granite slab, please DM me. 

Please don't feed pigeons in the balcony. The builder has reserved that area for STP.

What are the charges for vegetable chopping every day? It is clearly mentioned in our sale agreement.


I wonder if we are going to emerge alive out of this pandemic. Ever wondered that we never remain satisfied with whatever life gives us. What has come, shall go someday. These times, may be good or bad, your perspective, but shall end someday. And that day, we may miss how staying home was a bliss and not a punishment. Though, a balance is a must, but remember there have been days when we longed for staying back, away from the life's race. 

I read this somewhere, sometime -

เคตเฅ˜्เคค เค…เคš्เค›ा เคœเคฐुเคฐ เค†เคคा เคนै....
เคฌเคธ เค•เคฎเคฌเค–्เคค เคตเฅ˜्เคค เคชเคฐ เคจเคนीं เค†เคคा...!!

เคชเคฒ-เคชเคฒ เคคเคฐเคธเคคे เคฅे เคœिเคธ เคชเคฒ เค•े เคฒिเค...
เคตो เคชเคฒ เคญी เค†เคฏा เค•ुเค› เคชเคฒ เค•े เคฒिเค...!!





Saturday 25 April 2020

Your Story...

Each one of us is a walking story. All the stories are entwined with each other. You come across other people's stories for a few chapters. Some rendezvous are brief, some last for chapters. Some chapters are wonderful, some are painful. You will have moments when you just want to turn the pages of certain chapters too fast, and want to read a few of steadily and happily. Some chapters make us cry for weeks, the others fill us with a lifetime of joy. A bad chapter may not be the end of your story. Keep reading!

The beginning of your story is always soothing, carefree! You learn so much about yours and others' stories in the beginning. The words keep pouring in at the beginning of the story. Gradually, you get accustomed to your story. This is how it works. You can't change the end, for it's already engraved in the chapters. You have to soak yourself truly into what you see and feel. Some stories end too soon, whereas some last longer. To make your story famous, you have to read it loud, louder, loudest. Nobody can open a certain page of your life and say they know you. Similarly, you may find someone else's story more interesting and blissful from a distance, you never know what their journey was about!

Moments come and go in the lines of those chapters. Nevertheless, you cannot skip chapters. This is how the circle of life works. You have to read each and every line. You have to meet all the characters. We are villain in someone's story, and angels for the others. Stories keep the earth rotating. Some days there is sunshine, and sometimes just frost spread all over. We have to live it all, for there is no means to jump over to the other chapter. Time goes on at its pace. 


It is you who is living your story. You are the hero in your story, and it is unique in all the ways, just like you. The genre of your story may be humor, adventure, mystery or a history. But it can never be a fiction! Your story can definitely be a legacy for generations to come, if you live it so. You have to leave the traces of your moments to make it an inspiration.

Why not multiply the intensity of happier moments in the pages of your story, and read and re-read it! Heal your bruises and replenish yourself while turning each page of your story.

Thursday 16 April 2020

เค•ाเค—เฅ›-เค-เฅ™ाเคฒी


เคฎुเคฆ्เคฆเคคों เคฎें เค‰เค ाเคฏी เค•เคฒเคฎ เคนाเคฅों เคฎें, 
เคฆेเค– เค•ाเค—เฅ›-เค-เฅ™ाเคฒी เคนเคฎ เค–ो เค—เค,

เคฒเฅž्เฅ›ों เค•े เค†เคˆเคจे เคฎें เคฆेเค– เฅ™ुเคฆा เค•ो,
เฅ™ुเคฆ เคนी เค•ी เคฎौเคธिเค•ी เคฎें เคฎเคถเค—ूเคฒ เคนो เค—เค,

เคฎเคจ เค•ो เคคเคฐाเคถा เคฌेเคฌाเฅ˜ เค…เคฒ्เคซाเฅ›ो เคฎें, 
เค•ांเคŸे เคญी เคซूเคฒ เคนो เค—เค,

เคเค• เคฌूंเคฆ เค—िเคฐी เคธ्เคฏाเคนी เคฏूँ เคฆเคตाเคค เคธे,
เคซिเคฐ เค›िเคชे เคธाเคฐे เคฐाเฅ› เค—ुเฅž्เคคเค—ू เคนो เค—เค,

เค•्เคฏूं เคจा เค•เคฐें เค‡เคจ เคชเคจ्เคจों เคธे เคฌाเคคें,
เคฏे เคนी เคนै เคœो เคฐूเค ा เคจเคนीं เค•เคฐเคคे,

เคธ्เคฏाเคนी เค•ी เค›ाเคช เคธे เคœเคฌ เคชเคจ्เคจा เคฐंเค— เคœाเคคा เคนै,
เคฎเคจ เคธे เคจिเค•เคฒा เคนเคฐ เคฒเฅž्เฅ› เค•ाเค—เฅ› เคชเคฐ เคฐเคฎ เคœाเคคा เคนै,

เคฌोเคฒ เค‰เค เคคे เคนैं เคถเคฌ्เคฆ, เคœเคฌ เคฏे เค•ाเค—เฅ› เคนเคตा เคฎें เคซเฅœเคซเฅœाเคคा เคนै,
เค‡เคค्เคฎिเคจाเคจ เคฆेเคคा เคนै เค•ाเค—เฅ› เค•ा เคŸुเค•เฅœा เคœเคฌ เคฎเคจ เคญเคฐ เค†เคคा เคนै,

เคเค• เค•เคนाเคจी เค”เคฐ เค•เคนाเคจिเคฏों เคฎें เค•เคˆ เค•เคนाเคจी,
เคฎเคจ เค•ी เค‰เฅœाเคจ เค•ी เคฐเคซ्เคคाเคฐ เคฒिเค– เค•เคฐ เคนै เคฆเคฐ्เคถाเคจी,

เคฆौเฅœ เคญाเค— เคฎें เคฐเคนเคคे เคต्เคฏเคธ्เคค เค•เคฐเคคे เคนเคฐ เคฆเคฎ เค•ाเคฎ เค•ाเคœ,
เค›ोเฅœ เค•े เคฏे เคธเคฌ เคฎเคฆ เคฎเคธ्เคค เคนो เคœाเคคे เคนैं เค†เคœ।

เคฌुเคจเคคे เคนै เค†เคœ เฅšเฅ›เคฒ เคธुเคนाเคจी เคฏा เค•ोเคˆ เค•เคนाเคจी,
เคฌाเคคें เคœाเคจी เคฏा เค…เคจเคœाเคจी เคœो เคนै เคนเคฎें เคฆुเคจिเคฏा เค•ो เคธुเคจाเคจी।

Sunday 22 March 2020

เฅžुเคฐ्เคธเคค



เคšเคฒिเค เค•ाเค—เฅ› เคชเคฐ เค•ुเค› เค…เคฒ्เฅžाเฅ› เคฒिเค–เคคे เคนैं
เคงเคฐเคคी เคœो เค•เคฐ เคฐเคนी เค†เคฐाเคฎ เค‰เคธ เคชเคฐ เคธाเฅ› เคฒिเค–เคคे เคนैं,
เค†เคถ्เคšเคฐ्เคฏ เคฎें เคชเฅœ เค—เคฏा เคตिเคœ्เคžाเคจ,
เคช्เคฐเค•ृเคคि เคจे เค•िเคฏा เคตो เคธंเค—्เคฐाเคฎ,


เค†เคฆเคฎी เค†เคฆเคฎी เค•ी เคฎौเคค เค•ा เคนो เคฐเคนा เค•ाเคฐเค• เคนै,
เค˜ोเคฐ เค•เคฒिเคฏुเค— เค•ा เคฏे เค†เฅšाเฅ› เคฆिเค–เคคा เคนै,
เคช्เคฐเค•ृเคคि เค•े เคช्เคฐเค•्เคทाเคฒเคจ เค•ा เคฏे เคธंเคฏोเค— เคธเคš्เคšा เคนै,
เคฆूเคฐिเคฏां เคฌเฅเคจे เค•ा เคฏोเค— เค…เคš्เค›ा เคนै,


เคฆेเค– เคฒो เคฎोเคฌाเค‡เคฒ เคŸीเคตी เคฏा เค…เค–เคฌाเคฐ,
เคช्เคฐเคตเคšเคจ เค•ा เคฒเค—ा เคนै เค…เคฎ्เคฌाเคฐ,
เคนाเคฅ เคงोเคं, เค•िเคธी เค•ो เคจ เค›ुเคं, เคฌुเค–ाเคฐ เคจा เคนोเคฏे,
เฅ™ुเคฆ เค•ी เคฌเคจाเคˆ เคœेเคฒ เคฎें เค—ुเคฎ เคนोเคฏे,


เคœीเคตเคจ เคฎे เคจเคนीं เคฌเคธ เคธिเคจेเคฎा, เคฎॉเคฒ เค”เคฐ เคชाเคฐ्เคŸी เคนॉเคฒ,
เคซुเคฐ्เคธเคค เคญเคฐे เคฆिเคจ เคฐाเคค เคฎिเคฒเคคे เค•เคนाँ เคนै เคนाเคฒ เคซिเคฒเคนाเคฒ ,
เคฌเคš्เคšों เค•ो เค˜เคฐ เค•े เค•ाเคฎ เค•ा เค†เคจंเคฆ เคธिเค–เคฒाเคฏे,
Playstation เค”เคฐ iPad เค•ो เคฆूเคฐ เคนเคŸाเคं,


เค•्เคฏूं เคจा เค†เคœ เค…เคชเคจे เคถौเค• เคซเคฐเคฎाเคं,
เคชเคฐिเคตाเคฐ เคฎें เค•िเคธ्เคธे เค•เคนाเคจिเคฏों เค•ी เคšौเคชाเคฒ เคฌैเค ाเคं,
เค…เคฌ เคฎौเค•ा เคฎिเคฒा เคนै เคคो เคซाเคฏเคฆा เค‰เค ाเคฏें,
เค•ुเค› เคฒเคฎ्เคนें เค…เคชเคจों เค•े เคธाเคฅ เคฌिเคคाเคं |