Saturday, 12 December 2009
Back to school days. A lot of girls. Strict rules to be broken. New year parties were great then, as they were strictly forbidden in the Islamic school. We had nothing less for our mid-night party, there were gifts, cakes, soft drinks, chocolates, flowers, balloons and everything. Poking teachers too. But celebrations never lacked the spirits. One moment of celebrations, and the next moment it will be calm and quiet with every thing gone from the table when the teacher arrives. No lights. Pin drop silence. Not even a snore. Everyone under their warm blankets. The party get into action as soon as the teacher closes her door behind her.
So, there are so many reasons to smile at the loneliness. Smile at the trees. Smile at the sky. Smile at the birds. The little birdy on the roof of the next house is looking at me. Confused. Why is she laughing alone? There are a hundred reasons, birdy. A hundred thousand reasons. God has blessed me with a lot of beautiful things in my life. Funny siblings are one of them. I never cease to laugh when I'm with them.
Loneliness is one of the great things God has given me. Thankyou a lot for your Blessings, my God.
Wednesday, 9 December 2009
I too had an issue regarding this phrase. When I was at home in India, I applied for a IDEA mobile connection. When I got the connection, I searched their site to look for a internet connection, and found out a suitable scheme for it. Rs 9/- per day for unlimited time and data transfer. I was so excited about it, that I never bothered about reading their '*terms and conditions'. I called them, and they sent me the settings for the scheme, which I installed in my mobile phone. I had recharged my phone with Rs 20/-, and the phone was used for browsing only. I never called anyone with the IDEA sim card. After two days, they had deducted Rs 18/- from my phone, as per the scheme. On the third day I was not able to browse using the phone. Ok. May be because I have no enough credit. But on the fourth day, when I checked my credit it was Rs -7. I was not ale to connect to the network, but still they have deducted the money! Is that fair? Either we should be ale to connect to the network and browse the web, or they should not deduct the money. Well, the problem doesn't end here. I recharged my phone with rupees seven hundred something on the next day. I browsed the web for three hours that day and then it got disconnected. I tried to reconnect it again and again, but in vain. When I checked the balance credit money on my phone, it was Rs 1/-. Where have the rest of my seven hundred gone? I called the customer care and talked to them. At first, they replied they will look into it. No reply from them for two days. By the third day, with my balance credit -17, I called them again. They asked me to call another number. I called that number. They told me that if my balance goes below zero, my scheme of Rs 9/- per day will be automatically changed into another scheme, with 2 paisa or something per kilo byte. Why didn't they tell me this at first? Isn't this cheating? I don't know if this term or condition is written on their site because I never went into their site again, for I never wanted to see the word IDEA.
So next time you get into anything like this, please go through the terms and conditions of that product.
Thursday, 3 December 2009
Sunday, 1 November 2009
The white fog, everywhere,
Behind and beneath the trees,
Covering the woods from view
Like the indian bride covers her face.
With the rays that wake the earth
The dew drops shine like jewels,
Before they die into vapour,
And rise to the sky above.
Again comes they, with the next dawn
To die again with the coming of the morn.
This is what we call a life cycle
To fall, to shine, to die and to rise.
I love you so much
That I have no words to say.
And I know that you love me too,
More than I ever can repay.
Take me in your arms,
Let me feel you all my day.
Drop me not, for I have none
If I don't have you on my way.
Be with me when I am happy or sad
Be with me all night and all day.
Just watch my steps from everywhere
And allow me not go astray.
Wednesday, 30 September 2009
I talked it with my husband. He asked me to help her and go on with the tuition. He might have thought that a tuition would bring a change in my otherwise boring nothing-to-do life. And so I decided to go on with the tuition.
I called my friend, S, next day to tell her that I'm ready to help her son. We talked a lot.
"I cannot make him do his homework as I have my five month old daughter to look after. " She explained her helplessness. I thought of my mother.
My brother was five, when my mother delivered me. He never had any kind of tuition. But that was in India then, where we lived as an extended family with uncles, aunts, cousins and grandparents. So taking care of the little ones was not a big issue. When I was one and a half years old, we moved to UAE. My mother gave birth to my younger brother when I was two, and then another brother when I was 5, and the youngest of us, the fifth, when I was 11. All these from UAE with no one to help her, and no one to help us. Dad did his best during these times, but he couldn't do much because he was a polio victim and has trouble in walking.
The part that still surprises me is that, none of us went to the KG classes of our school. Mom taught us at home the lessons, and we took the exam to get admission to first standard. I think we got a strong base in our education system, because of the procedure. Mom was able to take care of our education very well, because she had only one kid to teach at a time, contrary to the school method. She was our mother-cum-tuition teacher till our 5th standard. I wonder why parents with even one child sent their little kids to tuition, as if school was not enough for them!
My student, in KG 2 now, doesn't know the full English alphabets yet. S told me that he has missed his second and third terms of KG1 and first term of KG2, 'coz she was in India for her delivery. To make things worse, he learned the alphabets ( a totally foreign language for him as him mother tongue is Malayalam) in normal handwriting earlier, but now its in cursive they teach him. The boy is burdened with a lot of work. He has started hating English, for the cursive. While doing his homework, he 'draws' the alphabets instead of writing it. Does this come in the section of child labour?
Wasn't it best for the Mom to keep the kid at home and teach him the basics thoroughly, and then sent him to school? Isn't it best to miss a year now and get a strong base than to miss the whole education? I think it that way, but may be everybody won't. Parents hurry to get their first child to school, and they dream of the day he/she starts earning and taking care of them, while they can retire peacefully. But sometimes this dreams gets shattered because of their haste. I am not able to make S understand all these. I don't know how she will take my words. May be I could change some of your minds, if you are having a child of 3-4 of age, and you are sending him to a tuition class. So I thought I would write about it.
Sunday, 27 September 2009
It happened when my SIL was feeding her daughter, N. N was not eating ans so my SIL took a doll of N's and started acting as if she was feeding the doll. N came running towards her to take the food, crying "Mamma you should feed me, don't give the food to the doll." Possessiveness is the word we use for this in our home-science class. And as per the 'science', every child will have different amount of possessiveness from age one to four/five.
After a few days, at my home, I was feeding my brother's son, M. He was also not eating as he was very busy with his own works of driving, cycling, cooking, washing, breaking home appliances etc etc. There was a picture of Mickey mouse on his cycle, and I had an idea. I took the food in a spoon and started acting the same way my SIL did, giving the food to the Mickey. I called out to M, saying that I am feeding the good Mickey, and that I don't want to feed bad boys. M came to me and watched me feed the Mickey, for a few moments. According to him, the Mickey was not eating at all. He took the spoon from me, and he started feeding the Mickey!
He never ate the food, and I had to clean the whole room and his cycle when he finished 'feeding' the Mickey. Who said that every children are alike?
Friday, 11 September 2009
- I don’t have anything of my boy, Hamdu Mon, to keep with me. His photo, his dresses or anything. I don’t know why nobody thought of keeping it for me. I asked my hubby to keep one of his dresses, but he didn’t do that too. May be he thought it would be better if I never saw it. But my loss is my loss, isn’t it?
- I don’t have anything to keep me busy. Not much books to read. We don’t have a stable net connection or anything of that sort.
- I want to do some social works badly, but don’t know where or how to start. Anybody in Dubai, who is reading this, please help me if you can.
- I wasn’t able to attend Hamdu Mon’s funeral or go to his grave.
- I wasn’t able to hold him or even touch him.
- The nurse at the hospital never listened to my request for a second look at my Hamdu Mon.
- I was not able to call him the name I wished to call.
- The way my family struggled to keep me happy and occupied all the time, especially my mother.
- And not being able to spend some time alone
- The troubles my mother had to suffer, as the midwife who promised to look after me broke her word at the last moment.
- The allergies due to the medications.
- The look of grief on the faces of people who loved me so much.
- The sadness I feel when I see or go to places I have gone when I was pregnant.
- A sense of loss when I see babies the age of my son.
- The fact that I have to wait for months (or years) to have another baby again. But still, will that ever replace the lost one?
- The lost 9 months plus 2 months of bed rest. Wasted almost a year.
- The no-crying, no-laughing, no-talking, no-reading rule imposed during the post-delivery time.
- The fear of happening this again in my life.
- Not being able to forget all this stuff.
Thursday, 3 September 2009
Show me your light, O Lord,
Give me your lihgt, O God,
I need a ray from the devine light,
To lighten my heart and purify my sight.
Light of heaven, light of earth,
Like light coming from a glowing berth,
With a lamp inside, covered in glass.
Shinig like a star, with the devine oil,
From the olive tree of the desert soil.
Its branches going, neither east nor the west
All day long upon it, the sun rays rest.
Light upon light, O Master of all,
Guide me to the Light, or I'm sure to fall,
Into the darker corners of the hell,
Where to eternity, the cursed, will dwell.
Friday, 21 August 2009
It was a little white hijab
Which my mom gave me.
That grew with me forever.
But once I stained it with Coco,
With the sweet chocolate I ate
On one of the days of my childhood.
The stain looked like lost innocence.
During the hot summer school days,
My hijab used to be spoilt with dust,
So that everyone who saw me
Took me for a naughty little girl.
And then a big ‘royal’ blue spot on it,
With the Hero pen in my hand,
When I scratched my head from the class.
A mark that showed my untidy days.
The teenage life stained the bigger hijab
With spots of human flesh and blood.
Like raindrops, they adorned my hijab now,
For the big bad word of my friends,
That often dropped from my lips.
Once, during the youthful college days,
To my surprise I saw a dark spot on it,
Which smelt so bad and looked very dirty.
A piece of my secret heart, I saw in it,
A stain for not lowering my gaze from others,
And for not controlling my feelings.
Now the passions gone, youth ended,
I wanted to turn the leaf of my life,
And get back my pure white hijab.
Today I washed and washed my hijab,
With soap and water and Clorox.
But all the stains still stand fresh.
When will I ever learn, its not my hijab
But my stained heart inside me
That is to be washed again and again?
Wednesday, 19 August 2009
At first I was reaaly shocked and sad ....and... I used to ask myself why did this happen to me? But I think even when God plans terrible things for us, He also gives us the strength to get across those bad times. Or atleast, that was the case for me. I sometimes feel it was good that God took back my son He gave me. I'm sure God will protect and take of him more than me. He will have Angels to play with, fruits and food to eat that no one in this world have heard of, rivers of honey and milk to bath, golden glasses and plates ( and baby bottles?!!) in which he will eat... and most of all, he will be in Heaven, and he will be waiting for me there.
But still, tears drop down my cheeks... when I type these thoughts. The sadness of not being able to see my first little baby. The sadness of not being able to hold him in my arms, the sadness of not being able to kiss him... and above all, the sadness of not being able to breast feed him. I delivered him on May 14th. He will be in his fourht month now, making sounds, laughing, crying and trying to turn around on his belly. :-)
I request to everyone who reads this post, to pray for me, that I reach near my Hamdu mon, in Heaven, soon. And don't forget to include his father too in your prayer.
May God bless us all, with special blessings to all the mothers who have lost their children...
Wednesday, 28 January 2009
I sit and talk to that life inside me, for hours. I don't know if (s)he can understand it, but I do it. Let me call it Vava(= baby in malayalam). I tell Vava about the God, trees, flowers, sky, sea, people, kids, birds, animals... about everything under the sun. This world is a a big, complex, fantastic place to see. Well, I also tell Vava about the negative part of the world -the corrupt politicians, war, injustice, illiteracy, poverty and all that. But even with these problems, I think we are blessed with the life we got to see this place.
I wonder if everybody does this. The tiny movements inside... I wonder what Vava is doing when it makes such movements... playing? kicking? or just dreaming like me? May be it is dreaming about the world I have explained... Waiting anxiously to see this place. Will it understand anything when I say things like flowers, sea, war etc? Well, I don't know. Does anybody out there know about it? I like to believe it does, and those with an answer NO for the above question, please don't respond!