Thursday, October 26, 2017

My Little One is Growing...



I suddenly felt jealous.

Yes, when her little hand slowly slipped off mine and she held the teacher's hand who was going to take her interaction session for school admission. The teacher took her towards the classroom. She seemed undaunted. Since morning I was thinking that my niece will get little scared seeing new faces at new school and was worried whether she will speak up or not. But at this moment, I was just envious.

Couple of minutes back, she was asking me to tie her shoe laces. I now see her removing her shoes by herself before entering the classroom. I was witnessing something I was not prepared of.

My fingers were crossed beneath my cellphone, all the while she was inside the classroom. I was trying to peep inside and figure out what was going on. I saw her sitting comfortably on a little chair talking to the teacher, picking activity blocks from different corners of the room, trying to fix some puzzles given to her, count some pencils and smile. She was enjoying this process - her first interaction session for school admission. And I with her mother was standing outside as if she is writing her board exams.

She comes out of the room and the teachers tells - your kid is really good, happy and active. We knew all of this, but then I realised what our parents used to feel when our neighbours, teachers or relatives appreciated us. The feeling of pride took over the jealousy.

I looked at her and said- "you did really well". It didn't affect her much. She asked me back - "what did I do?" I didn't have an answer for her; she didn't wait for one either and ran towards the bakery.

Most precious moment for me was when the Principal shook hands with her and said - "Congratulations! Welcome to our School" and she confidently smiled and said "Thank you!".

Was that for real? I was thinking in my head. Not her selection...hehe... but the way my little one was carrying herself. I don't know how to carry myself till now.

It was a moment of truth for me that my little one is growing.

Kashwi, when you grow up as a beautiful girl, I hope you find little time to read this space to know how much proud you made us feel on this day.

I love you.

Noopur :)






Saturday, July 29, 2017

When I look back...






From a beautiful place which is rarely recognised by people in the map of India to today, it has been quite a long and interesting journey that I had. When I look back, I feel I have evolved a lot as a person. My journey through gradual lifestyles has shaped me into a person I am today. 

I won't shy away from admitting  that when I was moving to Bhopal from my hometown for higher studies, I had three simple wishes in my heart that -

  • I learn how to use internet
  • I learn how to ride a two wheeler in a big city (for me, that time) like Bhopal
  • I communicate with people in English properly (Though I was a good literature student and orator, but never had an environment where we converse in English, so had a fear of it)

This was me some 10-12 years back. I get a smile on my face whenever I remember these wishes of mine as a kid. People who know me today might not believe that I have a been a big time introvert in my life. Thanks to my life's journey so far that has taken me to different cities where I found some beautiful people to learn from, to live with and to grow with. 

Out of all the cities I have been to, Bhopal is definitely closest to my heart. I got a new perspective  growing in the city which is so peaceful, calm, mature and loving.  Not to forget my graduation days and the wonderful people I met and became friends with. They are with me even today. 

Then comes Mumbai. Phew! What should I say about this place? This is where I started to unleash my potentials and shine. There I worked with a bunch of nicest people. They were no less than a family away from family for me. They made me smile, laugh, cry, learn, travel and what not. Here I realised the importance of being appreciated for your work. I still miss them. 

Well, I was not happy when I came to Bengaluru from Mumbai initially but this city has given me a lot. From becoming a post-graduate, working with world's biggest advertising firm, being an aunt to most amazing niece to getting a touch of entrepreneurship, I owe a lot to you Bengaluru! The only complain I have is getting nice food for my taste-buds. 

Now coming back to my roots, Banapura. This is the place I was born and brought up and l feel blessed to be grown up there.  It has given me my best friend from childhood with whom it doesn't matter whether we meet and talk or not for months but the bond remains intact. 

The education that I had, values that I imbibed, writing skills that I could work on, and the simplicity I experienced is never seen anywhere else. I feel proud being a farmer's daughter whose examples people give for his handwork and intelligence, having a doting mother who left her teaching career to take care of me and my brother's education, having an elder brother who makes sure that I don't have to undergo any hardship in life and a younger sister who always protects me from the world (Yes Mun, you!) as she believes that I am too innocent to handle the world.
When I look back, I thank God for the kind of life he has given me.  

Also, I thank him for blessing me with a cute niece, a naughty nephew and my bhabhi who is sometimes a mother to me and sometimes a sister.

Yet, miles to go before I sleep.

Noopur :)




Friday, April 28, 2017

Hey, Dusht Raavan! Seetaji ko Sorry bolo



Bad days happen to best of us. 

One day it happened to me and I was thinking about the goodness of carefree days of my childhood while going back to home from work. I was tired. I didn't want to talk to anyone. 

'Knock Knock' I banged the door. 

As soon as the door opened, I heared a cute voice calling me 'Hey, Dusht Raavan! Aaj aap jaldi kyun nahi aye?'

That's my niece. Kashwi. I call her Kashu. 

Listening to her, I got into my role and informed her "Ramji, office me kaam tha'.

'Dusht Raavan' She tells me again as her problem was bigger than mine. Why didn't I come home on time when she had to go for swimming classes? 

For about an hour or so, she showed how upset she was with me with all her actions like 'I want to play with dadi', Mumma hi khana khilayegi', 'You go back to Bhopal', 'Papa is my favourite'. I don't know if anyone would it believe or not, but I was jealous. Now I had to make the best attempt to win her. 

I decided to use the राम बाण!   

'Kashu, pata hai ek baar kya hua?'

She came running to me and asked 'Kya?'

I smiled at her innocence-filled act and curiosity to learn a new story. 

Now I decided to talk about her favourite story of her favourite character Ramji. When I started telling her any situation, she completed it in her cute little version.  She got all excited at Ramji's win over Raavan at the end of story.

'Seetaji Seetaji, aap khan ho?' She screamed.

I being Raavan told her 'Seetaji ko maine Ashok Vatika me band kar diya hai'.

'Dusht Raavan, Main apki pitty kar dunga, talwar...nahi dhanush se' She warned me. 

I begged 'Please Ramji, mujhe jane do, Sorry'

'Achha, next time aise nahi karna, ok? Seetaji ko sorry bolo.'

I was amazed with her interpretation of whole situation. According to her Raavan committed a mistake and once he realised his mistake, he apologised, so he had to be forgiven. Isn't it wonderful in her own beautiful world of understanding? 

I forgot about all the stress I had and slept smilingly thinking about unexpected end to our Ramleela that day.  

Kashu makes me laugh even when I am most tired, stressed, agitated or angry' She has this beautiful ability to see silliness in everything and to find joy all around her. She notices little things and makes them beautiful.

I hope someday, sometime, when you grow up as a beautiful girl, you find time (and this blog link...hehe) to read this little write up about you bringing smile to my face and filling my life with millions of colors. 

I love you!

Noopur :)





My Little One is Growing...

I suddenly felt jealous. Yes, when her little hand slowly slipped off mine and she held the teacher's hand who was going to take ...