Parental Negligence


Last saturday started gloomy with the news of a blind 4 yr old who fell from the balcony and passed away later. His parents were away to drop their elder son at school. We had our own discussions,reasoning and conclusions about the incident and then went to a park nearby.

And there was an eyesore.To avoid all sorts of legal jargon I have hidden his face,the eyes of the little guy was exhausting though.

A little fellow,hardly 2 yrs,hanging on the swing and dozing off all alone. It was depressing.Reporting to the security would not help as the park was too large for his parents to find him. Unsure of what to do,we stood beside the swing that tilted one side as there was every chance he would fall down and get hurt.We were  monitoring, occasionally holding onto him, under the impression that the maid who brought him would be there soon.Parents can’t leave kids like that!!!

A small girl (about 5yrs)came at random,swayed him,but we couldn’t communicate to her properly.Aabout half an hour later,arrived a high school lad.After we explained he took the baby, who was still asleep and walked to a couple who was lavishly having their own time in the park. They were on a picnic, with all 6 children who were disbursed throughout the garden. Yes,I agree it is difficult to have our eyes on all the little ones all the time. But leaving a baby,all alone who wouldn’t even be able to tell someone why he was there or whom he came with, is not pardonable.Does it not show that you are interested in only making them and not raising them?

Which one do you think is a worse example of negligence? The grief brought by the loss of a child is beyond comparison.
It is important for parents to have their time, but will they be able to forgive themselves if something happens? Am not asking you to save the world or stop child abuse or halt child begging,…but only pleading you to be responsible for your own blood.

Leave the thought of daughter being left alone,I can’t even stand the sight of her with a scrapped knee,this being the most common.No,I am not over protective.Am only trying to be accountable.Till the time, she is able to come and tell me legibly what happened, I should stay vigilant,and if necessary even after that….

To look back at life and say “Wow!What a ride”.


“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” — Mark Twain

So here is a list.Wouldn’t be exactly the list of the most important things that I would want to do, but the list of the 10 most wanted things that my ever green and not-so-girlish adventurous mind would wish for,call for and yell for before I say bye,,….

1. I may not be able to own one, but I would ride one day on that Super Masculine, yet finest Harley-Davidson.

2. Gift husband a brand new Tata Safari and set off for a Himalayan Odyssey. A former is his childhood dream.Latter is mine.

3. A plunge into the deep sea (into shark-safe zone and equipped with a diving mask ofcourse 🙂 ) – Snorkeling amid corals or scuba diving or at the least float simply above the surface like how they were in Yuva. Need to refresh my swimming skills before that 🙂

4. Hold that monk tiger cub at Thailand. Most of my friends in FB have posted their pics feeding this cub. Hopefully I would reach Thailand, before the cub gives birth to another one. Wondering whether it is a she or a he? 🙂

5. To some it’s Bungy, others call it bungee. Bungee or bungy, I want to do that Jumping. I know this is an extreeme adventure.A major adrenalin rush. And ever since para gliding was attempted and succeeded (a decade back – graduation time), this has been in my wish-list.

6.  A day out in the wild, amidst the moist broadleaf forests of Amazon.At the least an African Safari…

7. Get onto this thrill machine – the vertigo-inducing 418 foot drop – Tallest roller coaster Kingda Ka. If it doesnt reopen, then any of the 200 foot drop’s…

8. If I become a fairly successful survivor from the coaster ride, then a venture into the challenging waters of Great Canyon for a white river rafting. Oh!!Not specific about the river though. Any Indian river with ample rapids would do.

9. Mountain trekking at Leh Ladak.Husband too would nod that this is his favorite adventure destination.

10. And at last – The most jaw dropping, adrenaline pumping – jumping off a plane . Sky Diving….

If I can live my life after all this is done, I would definitely come up with another list.

“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming – “WOW – What a Ride!” – Anonymous

Strange happiness


Certain things may be strange, brings a strange happiness though.

Have been lazing around too much lately, so went for the treadmill. Our appt has given free access to gym and so there I was, with my lazy bone, straining my legs at 3.5 km/hr 😉 The only reason I went ahead with this regular gym idea (ofcourse not the concern of excess fat or want of toned muscles) is want of solitude. This one room in our appt is rarely used by people, and I get my time, my own dear time for myself. This is when blog ideas strike my otherwise unoccupied mind.

While I was in my own world, the door opened. An intruder into the me-myself moments. Grrr…I sighed and looked upon to find short, stout elderly lady in her 60 something walking inside. The way she wore her sari, I could easily make out that she is a patti from Chennai. “I am from tamil nadu”,was written on her forehead.

With only 1 treadmill and my more than (usual) half an hour completed , I courteously lowered the speed to stop the machine. How I assumed that elders would use only treadmills!!

She gently pulled up her sari a bit.It revealed two tiny black palm shoes on her wrinkled legs. She jumped onto the cycle as the seat was a bit higher for her. I was worried she would be hurt. Stopped my machine and respectfully went to help. To my surprise she jumped again, adjusted the seat, smiled at me and started cycling.

I stood apologetic – I prejudged her age and awareness. Moreover, I use excuses and only use treadmill.

After my self introduction, she told me about the benefits of exercise and how fit she is than the rest of her age. She dint look that fit to me 🙂 but I totally appreciate her interest to adapt and be a part of this era that is extensively different from her times. The docile way of socializing, the mellow yet captive voice. I respect her. She may look unusual and uncommon to the gym, but certain strange things brings a strange happiness along.

Just to make you laugh for a while…..


These are not my poems. Just happened to come across an old forward during my gmail housekeeping. Thought it would be nice to share with you the nice laugh I had long back and now,….

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Roses are red, violets are blue, Monkeys like you should be kept in the zoo.

Don’t feel so angry, you will find me there too, Not in a cage but laughing at you…

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Twinkle Twinkle little star, You should know what you are
And once you know what you are,Mental hospital is not so far.

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The rain makes all things beautiful.
The grass and flowers too.
If rain makes all things beautiful
Why doesn’t it rain on you?

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I wrote your name on sand it got washed.
I wrote your name in air, it was blown away.
then ~ I wrote your name on my heart And….
I got a heart attack straight away…

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God saw me hungry, HE created pizza.
HE saw me thirsty, HE created Pepsi
HE saw me in dark, HE created light
HE saw me without problems, HE created YOU.

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Hope you enjoyed.

Have you seen them?


SIL was discussing about the hungama niece had with her new bicycle. They were forced to take her for a ride.So the parents -packed the bicycle and lunch,took the children to beach (an hour ride from home) where she drove through beach road. SHOCKING????For me, yes…

When I was young,atha took me and bro to the ground near by or any roadside, where we learned to ride one. In a matter of 1 day or 2,we were rushing through the busy traffic on our own. How many of us let our children do the same?

I miss the days,

– When children would ride the bicycles for tuitions,                                    

– When we knew what our neighbours and their children did,

– When Apple and Blackberries were just fruits,

– When VCDs and audio cassettes were admired a lot,

– When ‘SPELLIN MISTAKZ’ were not a fashion,

– When the ride in our old Maruti 800 was would be much awaited for,

– When a movie ticket costed just 40/- (Wondering what would petrol cost then),

– When people would adore a gift without frowning about the brand,….

Have you seen any of them lately?

I miss those days when life wasn’t so FAST…..

Blonde Moments!!


A witty jester or a spontaneous tongue can do the trick, even when you are enjoying that spotlight.The water balloon will be just there on top of your head, and BANG!!There you would be in middle and everyone would target YOU. Blonde Moment!! Its not just for blondes,but can happen to anyone 🙂

Many a times I have shared bloopers here, but all what friends have experienced. My favorite being – Professionally innocent. I too have many – most of them were in college. The quick witted people around would advertise it so well, that many would remember for the blonde moment I had once, and they would be worth a laugh after years. They indeed make life so ‘life-full’ 🙂

I joined Engg. College a week after the classes started. Topped so well in entrance that they called me only then (Pls note the sarcasm). I was thrilled to have a seat in the prestigious CUSAT campus. It was just half an hour from home and two of my best friends from 12th grade were there. Ragging was almost over by the first week, they said and so I was safe.

And thus came my first day…Unaccompanied and overambitious I made my first step 🙂 I smiled with my braced teeth. Made comfortable by talking to a few. All seemed naive and new – The looks so deceiving,I realized later.Dutifully went and met my old pals. The not-so-pleasant warning came -” Senior visit during lunch”. How I wished I joined one day later. I warned a few class mates too. But they seemed cool. “Experienced”,I thought.”Our turn is over”,they said.”Now they would be hunting for the newbies”.Now that they were all relaxed,I dint know who to share the piled up tension with. Post lunch and I was waiting. Old friend (who turned out to be my bestest friend later) came during lunch. He wanted me to relax. We were talking right next to the class room door, when the other friend too walked in. That was infact relaxing. They shared the first-week ragging experiences,and about some good-looking newbies 🙂 I was getting into the mood,when the first one beckoned. I understood the signals. SENIORS!!We disbursed in a flash of a second.I ran to my desk,and sat as though I was ragged a zillion times. The blood was rushing to my face,when I know the two tall fellows who walked in had noticed me.

“So why did you run?”,The first one asked.                                                                      

“Are we that scary?” Second asked.

I stared,glared,gave the most blund look – but got all numb when they asked me to come outside the class room. They called the ones talking with me and warned that they should not see all of us together again. There were so many questions.I answered politely,agreed that I wouldn’t talk to the only known people in college and then, They asked me to sing. “Oh no,please no singing – for I am too good at that”(Sarcasm again). I wanted to say, but I could only open my mouth to clear my throat and sing. Was just about to sing, when another class mate walked through the middle, beaming at me with a ‘How stupid you are’ look. I gazed at the seniors and they bursted out laughing. So did my friends. I stood bewildered.I expected some good laughter,but after the song.

Turned out that the ‘so called seniors’ were our batch mates, but from another branch. I gave them a good laugh, and now that the whole class knew about the mishap on the first day, I got quite infamous that I had to smile again with those braced teeth to all those who inquired. The only good thing was that I didn’t sing. Terrible it would have been to hear people recollecting my ‘sweet’ voice after years..

My journey didn’t end there. There was so much waiting for me in the coming years. In college and after that……

We learn with time and burn the same…


Not once, but many a times I have cribbed in this space about the ‘time-less’ness.. Everyday starts with a to-do-list. Urgent/Not Urgent/Important/Not important. Some would be done, rest carried forward for tomorrow.  The concern is always T.I.M.E..

Time flies, and so fast it flies. I remember when I was carrying we wondered how fast the first 2 yrs of marriage went. Now daughter is almost 2, and we wonder how fast her first 2 yrs passed by.Am sure when she turns 16,we would still be wondering the same..And so are most of us. We never realize where all of this TIME flies to 🙂

Time is the school in which we learn, time is the fire in which we burn.
– Delmore Schwartz

 

Father is punctual. Since the time I can recollect he would be there on his table @4am, with a steaming black tea – Cases (Advocate), Courts, Politics, Current affairs – He knew it all. It is wonderful how much could be done if we are always doing. He never insisted us to be so, though he tried to pass on the importance. Sadly, we never inherited it.

Amma too did so much in a day. Taking care of household, managing her lectures (Zoology Professor),helping us with home work. She even taught us knitting/ stitching/ making handmade toys… Her list was endless. She is now retired, but is determined never to be idle.

Never heard both of them complaining for want of time, for they used all of what they had.

No person will have occasion to complain of the want of time who never loses any  – Author Unknown

I only have half tasks, of what they have done in a day. But I have not mastered those skills, and therefore I would definitely need those 2 extra hrs..

Undoubtedly, undeniably, I need to please him, for the day will come – Judgement day. My creator would weigh my deeds. Eternity is an indisputable worry and therefore, some of my extra hrs will be devoted for him…

After a tiring day at work, I may find time to run to gym but not talk to my parents. Strange isn’t it? A part of my extra hrs goes definitely for them…

A division would be allotted for the family who grew up with me, stood beside during my ups and downs. There is no blood relation. They are called friends.

Daughter bonding is what I enjoy the most these days. Connecting with nature was almost forgotten. A share of this extra hrs would be used to adore the smell of the sand, emotions of the beach, vastness of the sea, bright blue sky, tinkle stars (as daughter addresses) and other beautiful characters of mother earth…

The last bite of this  extra hrs is for me and my solitude. My cracked heals have been raising voice for justice. They have to be attended. And then to luxury of a spa. Some reading, some more blogging, and some ‘me and myself’ moments. Browsing through the diaries of past..A while to indulge in the essence true self….

And then comes the if clauses of life…If only daughter had been generous like Indi and Surf excel, If only boss would be generous enough not to extend the work hrs,…would I be able to use these hrs… 🙂 🙂

But how much ever I long for, the truth is that I can only keep waiting. Time is limited to 24hrs a day. Some gets only a week’s value out of an year, and some other’s gets a full year’s value out of a week. We have to make the most of what we have got. So lets start USING time, than spending it. Lets start INVESTING time, than complaining for it.

This time, like all times, is a very good one, if we but know what to do with it. – Author Unknown

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