It was on the beautiful afternoon of July 16th 2007, that my daughter Myra chose to enter our lives. I could hear her cry in the OT and it was then that the nurse whispered it’s a baby girl. I thought, thank god I had thought of a girl’s name just a week before (Somehow we were not able to decide between Meisha and Myra). I was not the first one in the family to take her into my arms – in-fact one of the last ones as I joined her in the private ward after a couple of hours..and there I could see her neatly and nicely tucked in a white(with pink lining) cloth in the cradle..with eyes closed…so peaceful, angelic and godly. To be frank..a kind of aura which none of we adults have. It’s true that god resides in children.
First night with Myra was tough as we were by ourselves (ofcourse the efficient nurses were there to help)..call it lack of knowledge or probably first experience, we didn’t know what to expect..and here she was, no longer a silent infant, but screaming at the top of her voice…we were confused, tensed, tired and I was near to tears…nothing was able to calm her..My husband rushed for the nurse and like a true savior she handled Myra – I felt like an idiot, but I knew it was a long way to learn. It is strange but its love in the true sense that whenever Myra laughs or smiles its me who feels happy as though we are still chorded…all the other kinds or spheres of love look meaningless when compared to this divine feeling…
The five days in the hospital were ice breaking session for Myra with her family – the 'naankes' and 'daadkes' were proud and happy…everybody taking turns to take care of her as I was still weak after the surgery.
And then began one of the most important and talked about part of parenthood…giving up sleep at night. But somehow you feel so energetic as a mother that even when the clock struck the 24th hour to wake me up..I felt as if it was still middle of the day…and I could spare a few minutes having a cuddly talk with Myra..she seemed so tiny yet assertive as if telling her mom – “though I am little but I am the BOSS”
Her first smile, her first somersault…her first so many things - her giggles and the twinkle in her eyes..her first step..her first word and all her imaginative stories(the other day when we were driving on a flyover, she simply said “Mom we are going on a slide!”)..…My mother says she reminds her of me when I was a kid…good to be born again…wish she lives all the good moments of my life…and hers too….
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Across the wall of IIMA
Recently I got the privelege to stay in the IIM-Ahmedabad campus. The temperature was bearly bearable with the mercury touching the awful 44 degree mark. But to adapt is human and that's what I also did. I have been staying in Bangalore for quite long now to be thoroughly spoiled by its weather. However much we complain about the rising temperature in the Silicon city, but we surely are lucky to be living here.
The IIMA not only boasts of the achievers getting the most sought for education and exposure in its MBA program - but it also has the state of the art campus. I first stepped into the area in the dim hours of evening and could surely see some street dwellers resting against its outer-wall. Surely, its not an uncommon site in India - we know there is a huge percent living below the poverty line. And then after all the homeless need a place to rest in the evening. I surely felt sad seeing their plight, but soon realised that these people just stay there always - even in the burning hours of afternoon.
The divide is so clear across the wall - There is the youth of our country getting ready for bigger jobs spending lakhs of rupees on the education in the finest Management institue of India. And so are there the children a few metres away - who just stay there not knowing if the heat wave will let them survive till the next day. While the one inside the campus worry if they will be able to get their dream job in finance or sales etc, there are those ouside who are still dreaming about a place to stay in or may be they have even stopped dreaming...
The IIMA not only boasts of the achievers getting the most sought for education and exposure in its MBA program - but it also has the state of the art campus. I first stepped into the area in the dim hours of evening and could surely see some street dwellers resting against its outer-wall. Surely, its not an uncommon site in India - we know there is a huge percent living below the poverty line. And then after all the homeless need a place to rest in the evening. I surely felt sad seeing their plight, but soon realised that these people just stay there always - even in the burning hours of afternoon.
The divide is so clear across the wall - There is the youth of our country getting ready for bigger jobs spending lakhs of rupees on the education in the finest Management institue of India. And so are there the children a few metres away - who just stay there not knowing if the heat wave will let them survive till the next day. While the one inside the campus worry if they will be able to get their dream job in finance or sales etc, there are those ouside who are still dreaming about a place to stay in or may be they have even stopped dreaming...
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