Thursday 24 November 2016

Chasing you my love



Chasing you my love…
to the beat, we caught ….each other in

Chasing you my love…
To the smile, That creaked …between us

And we are so,
taking on the stride,
shining with all might,
irresistible tonight 
Incredible delight
Fight with chance & right.. ..hmmmm…hmmmm...
as we go back to chase the wind of time…


Chasing you my love…

Saturday 12 November 2016

The Maleficent Ways of Pink Tiaras & Blue Crowns



Right from the tiny blessed thought of having a baby to going bonkers over the guess game of will it be a “prince with a blue crown” boy or a “princess with a pink tiara” girl, our minds are ruled with certain connotations when it comes to gender association.

It starts very unknowingly from the fancy store we walk by and catch a glimpse of the “Pink satin booties” hanging from the hook & the “Blue denim cap” kept at the base.  Giving a faint smile when one enters the store it seems to be world divided between everything that is pink, rosy, red, scarlet and sometimes orange; to shades of blue, black, brown & then a few ignored tints here and there.

Childhood Consumerism has gobbled up every single parent into its trap and has given roots to another level of gender stereotyping which very few have escaped from. But, worse even if someone escapes, this color coding has travelled down and settled outrageously into the socializations of even the toddlers in kindergartens. 

For my boy who liked “pink” once upon a time, the idea of having pink in his wardrobe seems silly because it’s just so in front of his eyes. For me, I have always liked pink on boys too. What’s so wrong about it anyway? It’s just another colour in a world full of colors.  And as for “blue”, I have always been complimented on the shade looking good on me. Moreover, I don’t think there is anything biological or scientific in girls and boys having an inclination towards one of these tones. Otherwise I am sure every one of us would have even painted our hair pink!

The world is too divided between these two hues making it at most frivolous. We as parents, care takers, teachers have already decided on their behalf that they will love this colour, this toy, this book, this dress etc. It just shows how marketing plays a role in creating cultural connections out of no sense. Right from the hospital folders to even baby diapers now, everything has been conceptualized, designed and marketed with the precious little munchkins in mind. However, larking behind these ornamental luxuries are ­­glittery business models, and behind that is the hidden influences and side effects of gender division. Right from the first cuddly toy a child holds for sensory experiences to the school bag they carry to school and everything in between, a gender pattern is building up and wrecking the right of equality for not just both the genders but also the third, making the acceptance of gender non-conformity more stubborn.  

The historic journey of the pink and blue does not have a solid explanation. Some call it a marketing ploy of the 20th century (French Fashion connection) & some call it a bio-cultural urban legend of the 19th century (A Sociologist’s take). Whatever may be the case I will still pick up a blue sapphire or a green emerald to treasure it!

Thursday 3 November 2016

MANNERS at SCHOOL & KICKERS at HOME




My first grader had his first open day at school and I was indeed excited. It was his first year at extended academic curriculum and a fresh outlook on two new languages – Hindi & Marathi. Of course deep down my concern is never related to subjects & his performance. His concepts are right in place and I was well aware of it. The only question was around the adjustment factor which seems to have carried on from his kinder garden years. His existence at school has pulled up some great discussions over the last three years. Well somewhere I knew that would be the case, after all he is my son and that’s exactly what happened. At the outset of junior kindergarten, he had questioned the classroom rules and ignored the regulation out of his independent mindset. But, what was clubbed with it was what I was not ready for. He came bundled up with an attitude of no one can point a finger at me. He screamed and yelled on even if his name was taken with a different tone. May be it was the over pampering he got from everyone around.  I kept telling at school right from play group, pamper him less but was I heard? I pondered.

It’s been a trek from then, right from a happy schooler till nursery he became a scruffy goer (from a mindset point). Right from saying that he hates his teacher to creating tantrums in the morning, junior kinder garden saw the height of his reluctance to go to school. I still remember his forlorn face, and it used to give me jitters. He took time to place his trust again on his teacher after a certain incident on the very first day and then however the change happen gradually. The push-pull factor did come of use here. Positive vibes pushed from home on why his school is the best, why his teacher dotes on him and does things for his good. Engaging factors pulled him in, right from understanding his interests and covering gaps in social interactions. His smile came back by mid-term.

Senior Kinder garden was a bit smoother as compared and also consistent. We knew he will take his time and moreover with a personal handover between the teachers they knew how to work with him.

As I have come to grow with him, I know he keeps his worlds tight with strong demarcations, and in all ways he has always expressed that himself telling me with no inhibitions that his life at school, daycare and home has its own privacy. His relationships are his to keep and he does not want to mix up his feelings with comparison or share conversations he has had with anyone. As a working mother, I understood that his days are long and away from home he has tried building his own way to tackle things and brew up social connections. I am so proud of him that way.

Blinking my eyes, I came back to the present and entered the classroom. There were no parents in queue and that gave me some ease for the long time I could spend with his teacher, which I actually did. So how is he doing? I started. And because it needs to be another surprise I was told that my son is the quietest child in the class! I did chuckle and then started telling stories of heights at home - The height of naughtiness, curiousness, kicking, tickling, hyper activity and more. His teacher than gave a snoot! (Mentioning it for the point recognized here and not for the person in action)  Oh! She exclaimed.  He wants to be in the good books of all! The answer was right in front of her.

I was also a little startled. My boy is being clever and also may be a bit confused, I said. His world of good and bad are also much demarked now. So much that he is an extrovert at home but introvert at school. Can children be like that?

We both gave a grin and started talking about our next course of action. It was time for strategies again but all together at a different level. This was tough because we were going to stride on the brim of moral values. What is right and what is wrong has always been questioned in all aspects of life and it’s our turn now to play with it.

Last month was his second open day of first grade and we are looking at changes said his teachers. His grades don’t need a mention but he is talking, questioning, laughing loud and playing it cool. We are sure he will be what he is gradually said his ICT teacher and it did bring a smile on my face.

Being from the education turf I knew they were using classroom action tools and strategies like buddy system, think-tank teams, trigger interest time and more. But whatever may be the case the journey with his teachers has been inspiring for the patience and love they show and it has also got me understand children better at home or work front.

I never knew a term called Ambivert and once I know now, I understood that we both as parents are also Ambiverts.

Who are Ambiverts?

Ambiverts are people who don't really prefer one way of functioning over another. In other words, you could say they're the neutral, middle-ground hippies. They're equally comfortable in situations where the introvert feels most at home and situations where the extrovert is having a good time. 

So yeah, an extrovert can love conversation and discussion, but still feel like they need to be alone to process the information later. An introvert can feel the need to be alone but still enjoy being happy and cheerful.

I took a deep breath at the end of the thought and wrote…

At life’s front, every step our child takes is a jump for us. It makes us so much aware of who we are and how we tackle one of the most overused but necessary term called Parenting! 




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