Have you seen this ad by Ariel India?

It says so much about gender stereotypes. We are taught from such a young age about gender roles and being confined and constrained by them. I used to struggle against them with friends (part of studying in an all-girls-school), without knowing why.
Today I appreciate being married to someone who shares my load.
My mother, though within her gender role, ran the house like a CEO would. She was organized, meticulous, and detailed. She knew where everything was and what everyone was doing. She never stopped voicing her opinion and my father never stopped listening. They raised three daughter who eventually went on to start their own companies and be the bosses of their own worlds. #sharetheload

For this I am thankful. Thankful to my parents for believing in me. Thankful to my husband’s parents for raising a son who believes in sharing the load. Thankful to my sisters who teach me every day that the women of today ARE empowered.

May we all be blessed with companions that share our load.

I am sitting here on my computer as I watch Bambam being silly just so that he can make Little Roo laugh. I love that my babies have each other, to laugh with, to play with, to annoy, to wrestle and most importantly to love.

With three out of four kids out of the house for a few hours a day, I am thankful. I am thankful for the time moving forward, for the times we have seen and the beautiful times I Know we are going to see. I am thankful that little Roo is walking like a pro and that he isn’t too upset about being the only little one in the house. It amazes me everyday how quickly he is growing and learning and being his own little individual – completely different from his brothers.
I know right now that he is going to know exactly what he wants, and he is going to be persistent in getting it. I know that he loves to laugh and have fun, and wrestle with his big brothers. I know that he loves to chatter and can’t wait for the day when we can actually understand it.
I love how his favourite place to be is on top of his grandfather’s shoulders, or in his father’s arms.

God bless you, my littlest one.

final_Internal Monologue

Most days, I love my life, and I love being me. Yes, I said ‘most days’.

I account my love to the fact that most times there is this monologue going on in my head, that reads off like a script.

Of course the script is that of the fabulous, fun loving but of course flawed ‘me’. This monologue starts as soon as I wake up, going to work, interacting with the kids and well into the night. The only time it takes a break is while I’m reading a good book. Actually even then it says “and she sits down comfortably to read a book”.

Something that will make me sound even more hatter-like is that I often find myself talking TO my monologue. It goes something like this:
“And she asks herself, ‘Are you ok? Are you handling this? Are you feeling alright?“
The loopiness aside, what I was coming to was, being the protagonist of my own amazing script, it is not very often that I need in my life something that someone else does or has. But, of course, there has been moments. Such as these days I would give a leg and an arm to drop down a few sizes in clothes.

Coming back from my tangent again, there was this particular individual, let’s call her a celebrity of sorts, whom I was admittedly remotely jealous of. And last week I saw this YouTube video of her conversing about something silly and it startled me. It startled me because right then I realized that I had been jealous of this image, this person I had built up in my head, who had NOTHING to do with the actual person she was. I try my best not to judge, but it was sort of obvious that she was not the sort my life would have anything to do with.

I think what I am trying to say is, life is hard enough, and filled with obstacles and judgments, even without us wanting to be someone else, doing something else. Happiness is not out there in the world waiting for us to find it; it is within, in the everyday, staring at us at every turn, we JUST have to GRAB it.


Being in a hospital is hard, for both a patient and the one who visits.
It is the hardest in the waiting room, awaiting news, or when unable to see the patient, someone you care for.

Therefore here is my thoughts on…

Hospital Waiting Room Etiquette

1) Always call ahead. If the immediate family could be too emotional to talk, call someone who is there also, or has already visited, such as extended family or friends, to check if it is appropriate time to go.

2) Once you are there, use common sense to asses the mood of the people in the room. Avoid asking the immediate family about the condition of the patient, unless you know they are getting better. If you really need to know, check with someone from the extended family or friends.

3) If using the phone while in the waiting room,whisper and end the conversation quickly. If not, move out of earshot of the people in the room.

4) Do not work in the waiting room, on the laptop nor on the phone. If the work is too important, it is better not to go to the hospital at all.

5) DO NOT (and this is the biggest one) have idle conversations with others in the waiting room about your kids, weddings, cats or other insignificant and irrelevant topics. It is disrespectful. If someone else initiates one with you, reply curtly and pointedly to let him or her know that you are not interested in talking while there. If you are religious, pray, or read the holy book. If not, respectful silence is a great option.

6) If you are hungry and have been there a while, excuse yourself, eat and come back. Anything more that a cup of tea/coffee and a biscuit is just too much in the waiting room.

7) Give the immediate family ‘space’. Space to grieve, to hope, to think, to get a handle on their emotions. If you do not know them personally, or think you could say or do something that would help, keep a respectful distance and speak as quite as possible.

8) Unless you feel you being there could offer emotional support to the members of the immediate family, try to keep the visit brief. Let them know they are in your thoughts/prayers and leave quietly.


Life is an unrelenting teacher. One which you can never turn away from and one which tests your strength and faith.

There are days like yesterday, carefree and simple. A routine to be followed, and path to be walked.

And then there are days like today, where a constant thought burdens your mind, and a heaviness settles in your heart. One where you look for distractions, only to realize, that the only way to unburden yourself is to think it through, to think, despair if only for a moment, overcome that despair, accept it and move on.

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
― Haruki Murakami


..write long blog posts. I just cant. I was browsing the blogosphere for some inspirations and I came across blog after blog where I could keep on scrolling down to see the end – and there was none. Ok, I might be exaggerating a bit there but Seriously bloggers. It was UnReal.

I had to then question myself, if I really WAS doing it right, am I really asking (or answering) the right questions. Is there some cryptic rule book that is unknown to me, which specifies a minimum word count and a specific structure?

And then I remembered. Wait a second, I couldn’t care a rat’s bottom (I am learning to watch my language with the 6 year old) if there is one. It’s my blog –  to rant, to think, to ask, to answer. It shouldn’t really matter, if my question is 5  or 500 words long.

And so this is me, making my own rules in my own space.

Blog Gyan for the year, DONE!

This book had me bewildered, confounded and bedazzled. There are some books I read from start to finish in a few hours, and some I have to push through the first few chapters before I start loving it. There are some again that I just don’t understand from start to finish, but I read them, just because I hate leaving a book unfinished MORE than I dislike the book itself. But THIS book left me *dazed*, yes that’s the work I pick, dazed.

I automatically link myself to either the protagonist or one of the main characters of any book I am reading, but in this, I feel detached, like I am a doctor dissecting a cadaver. I feel numb, I feel emotionless.

The fact that I am writing about this book on my blog obviously proves that this book means something to me, resonates somewhere inside me, but I guess what I am trying to say is, for the life of me, I can’t think of what that feeling is.

On the website of this book there is a question I answer now.

What would one piece of advice to your past self be?

It would be to believe. To believe in everything becoming right at the end. To believe that there exists a happy ending. To strengthen the belief in a supreme power, to believe that the happily-ever-after does exist and it is right around the corner.


I am book-lover and it is hard for me to review a book, because I am yet to come across the one I imagine I could write better. And so the books I mention on this blog are those I read and those I love.


Have I told you about the Wonder Woman is my life? No, I guess not.
The Ms. WW is my life is my PT. After 4 kids my fitness and health is not what it was and I miss that.

On my list of things to do before I turn 30, is to run a marathon, and I seriously need to gain some stamina before I can do that.

Ms. WW motivates me. Reminds me that I am stronger than that stair-master. That it’s all in the head, and that the only thing stopping me from getting healthier is me.

Today was one of those days I really didn’t want to work out. But I did. Because it means something in my life now. I need a day to come, sooner than later, when I am not horizontally generous. Where I can chase the twins to my hearts content without puffing like a choo-choo train.

And I am glad I have made the decision to be healthier and am doing something about it. Now it is just a matter of time. And it doesn’t matter that I have days like today, when I can barely stand on my feet from sheer exhaustion. It means something.


Is it just me, or people automatically assume that twins are the best of friends and that they always have each other to play, fight and do things with. If Only…!
(is absolutely what I am thinking, but I just smile and nod, because the ladies asking me this, obviously don’t know enough about me or my home to need to know more).
My fraternal twins are like night & day. In character, likes, play and sleep.
Pebbles is the more creative one. She loves to explore and touch and feel things, and is neat and orderly and loves plenty of cuddles and loves to take breaks on mom’s lap.
Bam Bam on the other hand is like a rubber ball, bouncing and rolling around everywhere (well, more like waddling as he hasn’t really got the hang of balance yet). He loves to fight with his big brother, ‘run’ with balls, eat anything he can get his hands on, be it hot or cold. He hates sitting still and is always looking for the next adventure.
The twins, being the way they are, play together very rarely.
But they had a rare moment of hugs today, and it was SUPER sweet to watch. Until a few seconds later, when they both fell tumbling down and Pebbles hit her head on a table and screamed bloody murder for the next 10 min.

Have a lovely day everyone!