Piece of mind!

Our kids are the biggest teachers. And at times they are the ones who help us reconnect with our humane side. Their innocent questions and queries leave us speechless. I find myself with no answer at all to many queries of my preschooler. And many a times i struggle to find a reasonable, satisfying and logical answer to his questions. I also feel that i fail at times to explain stuff to him when he wants to know very simple things like why did i got married? why is it that people argue? why can't he color the mango orange instead of the usual yellow? A recent incident that made me feel guilty needs to be quoted so that i can remember it in times to come and learn from it whenever i am going astray. We take a rickshaw everyday from his school back home, and it's awfully hot even at 10:30 am. in the morning when the school gets over. The day I took an umbrella to protect us from sun, he noticed that while we were in the shade, the poor rickshaw-puller was sweating in the sun. H

Persistence! Aaaah! The mere mention of the word makes me long to be obedient towards it, like we do with our favorite teacher at school. We want to be the cynosure of her eyes and thereby follow every instruction and be in her good books. So far so good, i.e. life.  Either we laze around and enjoy the status quo or gear up and face the roller coaster ride that each of us goes through by virtue of being a human. Many a times we want to “take it easy”, or “will see when the situation demands”. I count it as lack of not just inspiration but lack of persistence. I maybe inspired by a number of things or people in a day, go to sleep each night thinking that I will get up tomorrow morning and follow this routine. However, what follows is, the morning never comes at the scheduled time. Lo and behold I am already lagging behind! However hard I try to catch up now the persistence in getting up early gets murdered somewhere. Another day same story and I am still struggling to come to term

A thought that haunts me endlessly and I keep on thinking of ways to find a solution to it or at least be of some help to the one's who are suffering. I am speaking of numerous women who suffer  from marital woes, dirty kitchen politics, mindless domestic drama in their lives and always give-in to abide by them for the sake of family peace and harmony. From a distance life seems all rosy, happy, on the track, for these suave middle-class working women with a degree from a reputed institution, a job with a brand name that bears more than half a million rupees in a year, a few years of marriage, loving kids, devoted husband, in-laws with whom you leave behind the kids. Dig a bit deeper and each of these oh-so-cool women will relate their deep, dark stories that they are trying to make peace with everyday. Personally, knowing a few of them and then their circumstances makes me wonder when will we as a society learn to respect females. A journalist, a professor, a senior manger with