His first sports day !!

 

 

Winter sun shining bright
My little boy in red, all set with delight.
Weeks of practice strict
To make it a perfect & fit.
My curiosity to know more
Made me talk to him and explore.
Every news came in bits and pieces
And he would laugh out loud on my guesses
All set to finally experience a new day
With races on a theme of ‘Birthday’
My little baby don’t know when he grew
I saw a different Medhansh than one I knew
On your marks , Get set and go!!
My heart skipped a beat on that blow
I closed my eyes and felt the tears rolling
 Sunny boy was up there racing
I cheered him as much as I could
And all his friends whom I should
I smiled as he completed his first race
Which was all evident on my face.
Welcome to world of speed , my dear
The name is LIFE which we all live here
You completed mine with all the little pleasures
Thank you for Medhansh, my precious treasure

 

A learner Mom!!

Oh Boy, as you turn THREE!!

Oh boy, as you turn THREE!!

I hardly realized as the time flee.

It seems you were born just yesterday,

As a Mom in me, grew with everyday.

Oh boy, as you turn THREE…

I learned to smile with every giggle , 

Non stop bubbling and babble.

I wondered what made you run so fast,

When my energy could hardly last.

Oh boy, as you turn THREE…

Silly me felt proud when you chewed your food,

Went around telling look he is so good.

The glory of your first deeds,

Are now my memories all in deep.

Oh boy , as you turn Three…

Your independence brought more questions,

And my answers were always short of reasons.

You never missed a chance to be clicked,

And let you mommy capture some amazing flicks.

Oh boy, as you turn THREE…

Every time you tried to speak your mind,

Adding words picked from dialect divine.

And then those dance moves you learnt,

All this was enough for me to go stunt.

Oh boy, as you turn THREE…

Wish I could freeze the time,

And let you be all mine.

But then world has to see more of you,

For you my boy have to conquer them too.

Today as your turn THREE

I wish you a long life,

Where you achieve all heights.

With goodness and character tall,

You go on and never fall.

Happy Birthday Medhansh!!

 

 

Loving you always

Mumma

Happy Birthday Medhansh

 

 

Today as you turn two

I closed my eyes and hugged you tightly

You snuggled, your eyes shined brightly

It was indeed a new morning

A bright new day with sun smiling

I wished you happy B ’Day dear

And you kissed me by coming near

Your eyes had new hope

Waiting for surprises which we chose

I can’t believe its been two years

And felt my emotions roll in tears

All these days were full of excitement

With you controlling most of the movements

Sometimes I lost my cool

Still your innocence made me a fool

Wherever I went it was your thought

Be it work or even a causal talk

Being a mom is what I love the most

My promise is to give you the best

With you I celebrate my B’ Day too

For I am a mom who just turned two!!

Its just another Manic Monday

  

I opened my eyes and looked at time.. "Oh, it’s already 7 am and so much to do.Who made Monday Mornings.”Cursing at the start of week was a usual ritual and most of the time it use to start from Sunday evening itself. Infact, I secretly wished to replace Tuesdays with Friday’s. For nothing can beat the Friday morning when I get up with a happy face all set to kick start the weekend so what if its only 12 hrs apart ..After all some time goes in warming up before the real fun begins J

Somebody truly said Monday’s are Manic and Friday’s are Fun…

Infact, It’s not me who has been suffering from this disorder, have a whole generation infected ;).I remember we had only Sunday’s  off at school and then corporate gave us lead of one more day. But eventually we work for just three days in a week, if Monday Blues and Friday Fever are not discounted. Still we keep blaming the 24hr cycle not enough to complete our tasks and extended weekends even less to relax our lazy bones.

And if you can’t agree with me enough just keep a meeting on Monday @ 10 am and you would be amazed to see the dropout ,sometimes with the most hilarious reasons .Now who can beat a late bed tea being served for not reporting on time. After skipping meeting and joining office little late mostly the day’s agenda revolves around..."Hey how was the weekend? So what did you do?”Only if the focus was ‘what should we do’ probably the week would too would be as fun, however that’s a different story all about. And yes let me assure you that having late Friday meetings will only have people answering calls tweeting or cursing the boss on FB for being late to party.

On the other hand we have people working 24 *7 and struggling to meet the ends, hardly can they ever imagine a word like weekend. For them life starts with dawn , sleeps after midnight and sometimes just waits on the footpath to end with a Friday Fever infected Maniac. Remember we have right to celebrate our hard work but only for the right reasons and if the fever gets onto your head you will surely be a Manic on Monday!!

So guys wish you all a great week ahead …

Story of Shikha Mataji...

She entered the room with flowing hair, subtle make up and a smile to say it all. A charmer that she is, you would dare to miss one her accessories be it her ‘star bucks’ coffee mug or her color coordinated bellies. I always wondered how she managed to look so fresh even after such a tiring travel which starts early morning. But that day I got the secret out…

 I was along with her on one of the routine obsessed Monday’s at her office. The moment she entered people just got up from their seat and one of them said,”Shikha Mataji is here”. Confused I looked at her thinking why my mom not introduced me to this goddess. Just reading my face she gave the most casual look and said very softly, “That’s me. They call me Shikha Mataji here”. “What??”…I couldn’t match her pace and almost shouted. “Shhhh”..She said, “You might disturb them, it’s ok, I am used too and now I don’t mind after all it’s the culture here. You know we are a religious NGO”. I looked at her from top to bottom then imagined her in goddess attire sitting on a lion which said “I am the HR of the company reporting Krishna”. This time it was hard to hold back my smile. So true….

Awesome ventures run on plugHR!!

It’s commendable how plugHR succeeds in managing and running such organizations were HR department never existed in first place.

I spent some time with her discussing the further action plan when suddenly someone came serving us breakfast. I again gave her a look as too why so much formality. She said, “Its ok, they serve breakfast and lunch also for free”. Well what else would you expect from an organization who serves ‘mid day meal’ to children across country. Now before I could even react the peon asked me, “Mataji, aap kuch lengi”.I just ignored and tried hard to hide my embarrassment by simply nodding and keeping myself out of any further discussion on the dignified salutation. Now I am open to be called ‘Mommy’ by a 2 year old but a 20 year old can definitely can be a challenge.

As we were about to call it a day around 5pm, the office boy came and handed over a big bag of puffed rice to ‘Mataji’ alias Shikha and before I could wonder much Shikha replied, “ This is my Friday baggage back home. They make it in-house for distribution and I am plain lucky to enjoy fringe benefits with difference.

“Hey,so now I know what makes you work for this company though you travel for two hours in bus and then not to miss the work load all to be done in two days, for its anyway a two day accounts”,I said. “Yes, you are right but wrong too.I enjoy working here for I get to do what my heart says and it’s not just the free lunch but the overall feel of the place. I enjoy the trust they show in me and the way I can nurture my stuff here. Having worked in large enterprises I have never been myself as much as I am now. I know when they call me Mataji its out of respect and frankly I love it now.The word holds a weight and now I exactly know why they call me that.This has changed me from inside and I am now doing it for Krishna.”

I was amazed to see her changing so much from the first time met her at our company induction. Was it plugHR or Krishna , I yet have to understand ,but this definitely was a fight where job content won over environment.

Jai Mataji!!

I am a Flexi Mom!!

I was a new mom ,who said I quit,

Wanted to enjoy my angel and no more office visits.

My world was limited to his smiles and needs,

I almost forgot, I was worthy of more deeds.

With time as my bundle of joy grew,

And I looked outside the window with a changed view.

I realized my happiness was to achieve more,

So why being a mom should change my core.

Are my aspirations not as important as motherhood?

Why should I let go my dreams of childhood?

I kept looking for a way,

Hoping for a magic to happen someday.

Then one day I saw the window opening to a bright light,

And energy enlightening my insight.

I am changed being, one who chose to dream,

When all said life now is not such an easy stream.

It’s a pleasure to breathe your life as sane,

And enjoying his moments time and again

I still pamper my baby and a sing him a song,

For I am what they call a ‘Flexi Mom’

 

 

Mommy's Day Out

“Beep, Beep”, went on my alarm clock.It was 5:30 am ,time to start a new life again .Its been a while since I have done it and needless to mention that my apprehensions towards this new beginning kept haunting me through out the night. Not that I was scared but something inside me was not happy the usual way. My husband shook me and handed over the morning tea. Sometimes I get lucky to be served that way.As always the great face reader heard my inner qualms and said ,”don’t worry he will be just fine”. And this broke me. It was about my cute little angel , whom I nurtured for nine months in my womb and then surrendered to all his demands for next 16 months. Since the day I first time took him in my arms ,have never separated from him more than an hour.

But today as I start back my career after pampering break, it was jittering  as to how will I stay without him ,more than him staying without me. So used to of his naughty smiles, half eaten words and running around the house ,I could feel a void inside me the entire day .He was on my mind during the orientation in the new organization and worse half way down I started feeling I am the worst mom in the world.My thoughts kept juggling between the right and the wrong.During lunch break,I called up the day care to check on him and was little relaxed to know that he was sleeping .Wondered how did they manage to make him do that, for it took me six months to learn about his sleeping schedule. Again the anxious mom called from inside, ‘what if they didn’t feed him and he slept all the way crying’. Thought itself  was too much for me to simply run away from all the hiring formalities with the new employer. But something held me back till 5pm and then as soon as I could, I reached to pick him up.

Looking at my anxiety the day care Head called me inside and there I saw my little one playing with kids of his age, singing ‘Ringa Ringa Roses..’All engrossed in dancing and matching the steps of new found friends, other then  his 30 yrs old mom,he didnot even realise that I was back.Again I couldn’t stop my tears , this time it was definitely for a better reason for I was overwhelmed with his first day response.Truly my angel!! I called him up and he came running straight in my arms.Hugged me tight and smiled.Felt like he said, 'missed you mumma’.I too smiled back and whispered, “I missed you a lot darling”. We came back home, played for a while, had our dinner and then he went off to sleep. We were all set for sweet dreams, for this time something inside me reassured me that , 'He loves you and you will always be his best mom in the world'.