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 in them. I used to struggle against them with friends ( part of studying in an all girls school) without knowing why. I appreciate today 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 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 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 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 is 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 cant wait for the day when we can actually understand it.
I love how his favourate place to be is on top of his grandfather’s shoulders, or his father’s arms.
God bless you my littlest one.

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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 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 am awake, going to work, interacting with the kids and well into the night. The only time it takes a break is while 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 am often found 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 feel that I need in my life something that someone else does. But of course there have 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, lets call her a celebrity of sorts, whom I was admittedly remotely jealous of. And last week I saw this video of her YouTube conversing about something silly and it startled me. It startled me because it was the moment I realized 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 of course 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 without us wanting to be someone 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.

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Being in a hospital is hard, for both a patient and one who waits on them. It is hardest when in the hospital waiting room, awaiting news, or unable to see the patient.

Hospital Waiting Room Etiquettes

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

2) Once you are there, use common sense to asses the mood of the people there already. Avoid asking the immediate family the condition of the patient unless you know they are getting better. If you really want 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, in the laptop or on the phone. If the work is too important, it is better not to stay in 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 that lets him or her know 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 comeback. 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 stay 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.

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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 kept 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 this 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 6 year old) if there is one. I blog, for me, to rant, to think, to ask, to answer. It shouldn’t really matter if my question is 5 words or 500.

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

Blog Gyan for the year, DONE!

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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 because i hate leaving a book unfinished MORE that i dislike the book itself. But THIS book left me *dazed*, yes thats 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 and i feel emotionless.
The fact that i am writing about this book on my blog of-course 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 cant think of that feeling is. 

On the website of this book 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. 

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

Mon 20

Exhausted

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 its 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 if I have days like today when I can barely stand on my feet from sheer exhaustion. But it means something.