A Baby ‘s language….

Recently , I read in a parents ‘ and babies’ website, that maintaining a record of ‘ the way our baby speaks ‘ can be great. I have begun writing it in a notebook which is devoted to my daughter! Some interesting pieces:

The actual word                         Her word

1) Truck.                                     Kuck

2) Banana.                                  Mun

3) Bathroom.                      Bathun

4) Ball.                                  Bui

5) Bulb.                                Bub

6) Shoes.                            Toosh

7) Sunday.                        Dunday

8) Fruit.                             Tuit

9) Chocolate.                  Choci / Coci

10) Mummy.                    Mummy

The intention of documenting these baby language pronunciations is not to mock the baby, but to fondly remember these moments, after they have been forgotten….. Secondly, it may be interesting for my daughter to revisit her childhood , once she grows up….

The babies rock even after we stop rocking their cradle….😃

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A Baby ‘s language….

The life changing blur hour

Natasha had completed the work for the day. The designs had turned out to be great. She was more hopeful of getting the client’s approval ,  next week. She packed her bag and closed the office. It was a Friday, at last! She took out the keys, ran towards the car. She unlocked it while rushing , got into it. Natasha was heading to her weekend getaway- her second home. It was in the picturesque Pune.

She turned on the radio. It was an old melody , her mother’s favourite,’ ay Dil Hain mushkil Jeena yahan, Zara hatke , Zara bachke , yeh Hain Bombay MERI Jaan…’ (‘ Oh Heart, it is difficult to live here, move a bit, be a little careful, this is Bombay- my life…’ ) She laughed at the co- incidence. She was moving away from the busy city for somedays ! Then she remembered her late mother- her MAA. The lady had done Natasha’s upbringing, single handedly, with no support either from her in-laws or her  parents. Her dear husband had disappeared from the home, one fine day. He had shifted to Australia, permanently. He left two parting letters – one for Natasha and the other one for Maa.  He wanted to make a new beginning in a new land, with a new career. He didn’t want the family there…. Natasha was ten , then. Her Maa, a home maker, got herself a job- worked hard for a living. Natasha was given education in her desired field. Apart from that, Natasha had a peaceful, happy atmosphere at home. Her Maa ensured that. She loved her Maa so much. She remembered the sudden cardiac arrest, which her Maa suffered, two years ago. It took her away from Natasha, physically. But ,she remained fresh in her memories. Her father’s indifferent, self centered attitude and her mother’s responsible, loving, caring attitude- what a contradiction! Natasha missed the fatherly love, the complete family life .Her father’s behaviour had made Natasha lose faith in marriage. She had decided not to marry. But, deep down in her heart , she missed a family life- the life of togetherness and tantrums, pranks and partying, caring and romancing, arguing and adoring….  Natasha was tearful. Her vision was blurred. She took a wrong turn.

The unknown road was dark. There were hardly any streetlights. There were tall trees on both the sides of the road. There was not a vehicle in sight…Natasha wiped her tears with a tissue. The blur in vision was rectified. She could see the road now . She took a U turn. She decided to return to the main road. The main road was in sight now.. Natasha was relieved. All of a sudden, a man stood in front of the car. She managed to halt the car just in time ;she was shocked… The man walked towards her seat. She looked at him with with fear. Her fear soon reduced, with the entry of a woman and two children. All of them were well dressed. The lady was wearing beautiful gold ornaments and a green silk saree. The man was wearing a blue kurta and pyjama. They seemed to be in their forties. The children were twins- two girls wearing a pink’parkar polka’. ( long skirt and blouse , generally of the same cloth)  All of them had beautiful , chiseled features . The woman said, ” We request you for a lift. We were returning from a wedding , when our car broke down. We stay nearby. We would have walked the distance, but for the jewellery….Please drop us….” Natasha, said, ” Yes, surely, do get in.’ They got in. The man sat next to the driver’s seat, the woman and children sat behind. Soon, it was very foggy. It was difficult to drive. Natasha’s vision was blurred again. But the man deftly instructed her. She drove well . She reached their house. The home was indeed nearby.  A beautiful white bungalow was waiting for them. Natasha stopped the car in front of the gate. The man opened the gate door. The woman asked Natasha, ” Would you like to have some coffee? Please come to our place. ” Natasha refused politely. The woman asked her to wait. She returned with a box of hot samosas and a thermos flask of coffee. She gave them to Natasha. Both of them thanked profusely. The girls also thanked Natasha aunty. They waved her ‘bye’. Natasha, while taking a turn looked at the compound wall -‘ Atre House ‘ was engraved on it.

Natasha was happy. She, although for a short time, had been a part of a happy family.She was shown affection by them. She ate the spicy hot samosa, while driving and she loved it! She reached  home . She immediately slept.

After her stay in Pune, she was on her way back to Mumbai. She filled the box , which Mrs.Atre had given with bread rolls, made by her. She also took the thermos flask. She also bought chocolates for the girls. She went to the ‘ Atre House ‘. She knocked the door. A woman opened the door. Natasha said, ” This is the Atres’ residence? I would like to meet Mr.and Mrs. Atre. ” The woman, who seemed to be a domestic help, courteously, welcomed  Natasha and escorted her to the seating section of the spacious living room. Natasha sat on the sofa, the domestic help served water , tea and samosas to Natasha. Soon, a couple in their eighties with walking sticks in one hand and each other’s hand in hand, walked slowly towards Natasha. They were Mr and Mrs Atre. After exchanging pleasantries, Natasha asked about the Junior Atres. Natasha had concluded that the younger couple must be this couple’s son and daughter- in- law. Mrs Atre asked ,” Are you their school or college friend?” Natasha was puzzled. She said , ” No, I met them last Friday.” Mr. Atre said, ” How is that possible? Look at the wall behind you.” Natasha stood and looked behind. She saw the Junior Atres with their daughters framed and garlanded with fresh flowers….

Natasha was stumped. Natasha narrated the incident to the Atres. Mr. Atre said that his son was returning from a wedding , alongwith his wife and daughters. Unfortunately, the car broke down. They were asking for a lift. Noone stopped the car. Some wicked persons looted them and murdered them. They fled with the jewellery and cash. It was around ten years ago….

Natasha handed over the box, thermos flask and chocolates to Mrs. Atre.A tearful Mrs. Atre kept the things before the photo frame. She hugged Natasha.

Natasha left the place with sadness and a strange satisfaction of being instrumental in fulfilling the last wish of ‘getting a  lift’ of the Atre family.

Natasha stopped writing further. She was interrupted by her granddaughter Aastha. ‘ Aaji ( Grandmother) , stop writing now.  Your autobiography is near completion now. Take a coffee break. Guess what? I have made your favourite samosas. Have them before Aajoba ( grandfather ) comes, else he will not allow you to eat much! I have kept samosas aside for him, as well. ” Natasha – the grandma hugged her doting granddaughter.

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The life changing blur hour

Taste needs no translation -The Juicy Sweetmeat

‘Mithais’ and ‘barfis’ are Indian sweetmeats. They are often included in the menu list of celebrations. They are a variety of them. For example, kaju katli ( cashew based), mawa barfi, Bengali sweets like Ras Malai, Chamcham, Malai sandwich, Rasgulla( It traces it’s origin to West Bengal’s neighbouring state Orissa), gulpapdi, sathay ( Maharashtra) and many other milk based, mawa based, dry fruits  and fruit based sweets are available in the Sweetmeat shop across India. Of course, there are many other sweet dishes and desserts , which are prepared in the kitchens of Indian households.

There is one type of barfi , which is available ,mainly in Vidharba region-distict Nagpur of Maharashtra state. That is the famous ‘ Orange barfi ‘ ( Santryachi barfi  in Marathi ). Nagpur is a land of ‘ Oranges ‘. It is known as ‘ Orange City ‘. Orange barfi  has a juicy orange taste with the sweetness of a barfi. Tasting it is a divine experience. This Orange barfi is not easily available or manufactured elsewhere. It is a speciality of Nagpur.

I tasted it for the first time, when our family friend from Nagpur gifted it to us. Later, my parents visited Nagpur for the wedding of our family friend’s son. Without forgetting, my parents bought the ‘ Orange barfi ‘, from Nagpur.

In Nagpuri Marathi, ‘ Mi Santryachi barfi khaun rahili.’ To translate in English, ‘I have eaten Orange Sweetmeat.’Another way of translating, ‘ I have eaten Orange Sweetmeat and it has left behind a taste, which will stay.’ Taste doesn’t need translation. It has to be felt.  Talking of nostalgia, Nagpur nostalgia will be engraved in my memory and the orangish, juicy, sweet taste of ‘Santryachi barfi’ will make its presence felt for a lifetime….😃

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Taste needs no translation -The Juicy Sweetmeat

Squatting for good health.

Today’s WordPress daily prompt is ‘ SQUAT’. It made me think about the squatting position.

Squats are an important exercise in the fitness industry. In India, traditionally and in ancient times, people used to squat to pass stool. They were exercising the right method and in a way doing exercise. Even now, there are many households who have a traditional WC known as Indian WC in the latrine. Increasingly, the builders are preferring Western WC s to Indian ones.

I have seen many men who squat during smoking bidis or waiting for some more of transport. Although, smoking bidis is unhealthy for health, this squatting position is healthy!

In a game of cricket,Wicket keepers have to be well groomed in squatting, inorder to outsmart the opposition’s batting. Kho – Kho is another sport, which needs practising squatting position.

So, squatting,if done rightly, is a smart act! 😃

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Squatting for good health.

Sounds and Associations

The dashing waves of the sea make me serene,

The chirping of birds indicate surroundings, which are green….

The shehnai tunes take  me to mixed feelings of a bride,

The stamping parade ignites patriotic pride….

The santoor strings evoke images of crystal clear water,

The tabla creates a vibrant atmosphere….

The gust of wind threatens ,

The splattering rainwater dampens….

The sounds can create a symphony,

The silence cannot give any sound company….

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Love the loving lovingly

Love is a feeling. To do something with love is doing it lovingly. When we love someone, we are ready to be with that person through thick and thin, we support him, we appreciate and motivate him, we provide him with a shoulder to lean on, we listen to him, we advise him, offer suggestions, care for him, be strict with him, at times, we do things , which are his favourites and also those things which are good ,right or favourable for him….Though he may not like it….We do all this and much more lovingly because we love him……

Love is a strong,powerful feeling. It can be a great source of strength as well. It can create or destroy…It depends on the person who is in love….

It is important to love oneself. If we love ourself, we will do things lovingly for ourselves, take better care of ourselves, our physical, mental and emotional well being. We will love and live our life in a more fruitful way.

When we love others, be it our spouse, our child, our parents, our siblings, our friends,our relatives or anyone else, many of us tend to naturally expect something from them. We expect to be loved by them. But, idealistically, true love is unconditional,it doesn’t expect in receiving the love in return. True love simply loves and gives. It doesn’t care to know how much it has received. Love doesn’t understand any exchange, any give and take, any mathematics. It is not quantifiable…

When a person does something lovingly for his beloved,he radiates a joy which is immeasurable. When the person also receives love from the person , whom he loves, he also feels the same joy and positivity….

So, just be in love , love life ….

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The Reassuring Recognition

I have watched very few Hollywood films. I have grown up watching Bollywood movies. Of late , I have watched some Hollywood films. There was a film titled, ‘ The First Wives Club ‘. It was a film of three friends, their meeting after many years, their supporting one another,their sharing of sorrows and pains,  their partnership to bounce back in a smart, wise manner and kickstart a novel concept. This was presented in a humorous manner. I enjoyed watching the film . I distinctly remembered one of the actresses. She was smart, expressive with a command over her speech, there was poise, grace, charm , an endearing smile. I didn’t know her name.

After some months, I was browsing through a list of movies. One of the topics appealed to me. It was about a successful, experienced,corporate woman who inherits a baby from a relative. I saw the trailer.It was ‘ Baby Boom’. I immediately recognized the protagonist. She was the actress , who played one of the roles in the film ” The first wives club”.

Since I had recognized her , I knew that the film and her performance must be superb. I went ahead, reassuringly, with the viewing of ‘ Baby Boom ‘. I was not disappointed. In fact, these two films were meaningful and humorous at the same time. The actress is none other than ‘ Diane Keaton ‘.

It is amazing to know that recognition of someone’s worth because of his work helps us to develop trust and faith. It  can also improve our decision making. It  helps us in selection, analysis .

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The Reassuring Recognition