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  Wonder what he is thinking about?   As my blogging has got erratic and in an attempt to breathe some new life into it, I have decided to join the NaBloPoMo or National Blog Posting Month for May. Many bloggers have already committed to this – chief among them is Monika Manchanda , fresh from the success of CSAAM ’11 . I am reliably informed that the theme for this month is ‘MAYBE’. Maybe I’ll stick to it, maybe not. Heh. But the prompts do help when you are stuck so let me see how I... Read Full Story

  There's always time to adjust the hair What is it with little girls and playing dress up? Is it somehow wired into the XX chromosome combo? Till date, my son relies on me to make the sartorial decisions for him. On one famous occasion, he sat around in a good shirt and underpants because I hadn’t given him his trousers yet! But his sister is a whole other kettle of fish. Already she has clear ideas on her outfits and looking nice. Even a simple neatening of hair warrants a trip to... Read Full Story

  Tarn Hows, near Coniston   Things have been quiet around here in the past few days, haven’t they? In case you were thinking of sending out a search party for me, fear not, as I have returned! I had simply been on holiday. The Good Friday – Easter Monday is a long weekend in England and making full use of this, I had decamped to the Lake District with the family. For four days, I had my fill of green dales, red fells, babbling brooks, serene lakes, hundreds of sheep, cows, a few... Read Full Story

Yesterday, the whole family visited an amusement park with friends. Both of my children were totally absorbed in the experience and wandered around the place, in a heightened state of excitement. As I watched them go from one ride to the next, buoyed by the adrenaline, it stuck me then, suddenly, in the middle of a happy day, that it doesn’t take much to crush the joy out of them. Children are like delicate flowers, aren’t they, and it hardly takes anything to hurt them irrevocably... Read Full Story

Yesterday, the whole family visited an amusement park with friends. Both of my children were totally absorbed in the experience and wandered around the place, in a heightened state of excitement. As I watched them go from one ride to … Continue reading → 3 Things Your Child Must Know: Stop / No / Tell is a post from: At the end of the day... Read Full Story

You know what my most hated phrase in any language is? “God wanted the person”, uttered at the passing of some much-loved person. These words are employed freely especially if the person concerned is a child. Well-meaning as it might be, hearing it makes me want to rail against the person that utters such tripe and aim a few kicks, even. I read about singer Chithra’s daughter’s accident in Dubai on Thursday and those words are being thrown about with alarming frequency. I do not understand... Read Full Story

You know what my most hated phrase in any language is? “God wanted the person”, uttered at the passing of some much-loved person. These words are employed freely especially if the person concerned is a child. Well-meaning as it might … Continue reading → Grief is private is a post from: At the end of the day... Read Full Story

You read about the apathy of the young, how the next generation is more interested in gadgets and making merry than in what matters. Then you read a post like this – where the blogger takes a day off (and is made fun of, for her pains) to cast her vote, and more importantly, is actually excited about exercising her rights, and you realise, that there is always hope. Even on days you feel small about the choices you’ve made, small rays of hope such as these make you feel it is going to be... Read Full Story

You read about the apathy of the young, how the next generation is more interested in gadgets and making merry than in what matters. Then you read a post like this – where the blogger takes a day off (and … Continue reading → Shining ray of hope is a post from: At the end of the day... Read Full Story

Does anyone remember that distant day , when I bought home my new laptop, my brand spanking new 13″ Macbook?  I was coming to the end of my first semester at Uni and it was the first ever computer I could call my own. In true form, I had got it as a 30th birthday gift, about 7 months early And, I loved it! I wrote my thesis on it, read my graduation confirmation on it and was generally, chuffed to bits with it. But, all good things must come to an end. And poor 13″‘s arrived when I got... Read Full Story