Random nothings!

My heart goes out to you dear 5 year old. The tender age where you should have been wearing frilly frocks, jumping around, swaying your hair in the breeze, tying it with fancy ribbons, trying to catch the ray of the sun in your soft hands. At that age, you are lying in a hospital, with tubes and needles pierced in your body. The age where you should be eating chocolates, you are being fed liquids through tubes. I am sorry, that you had to lose your innocence at the hands of a sick man. Everyday innocent girls like you are raped and thrown away to die. And I am sorry, that the democracy is being misused by a pervert. He tucked away his children safely, and attacked you brutally. The very thought gives me goosebumps. I cannot fathom your pain. My heart wrenched and I cried reading about your condition. But, unfortunately, that's all I could do. You are in my prayers Angel. I am doing what I can as a responsible citizen, as a Mother, keeping an eye on lil girls in my block. I am ale

There are days when I feel like shaking up few people, for all the lectures they give. And the worst part as my artist friend tells me, that its me who seems to be jinxed to land up meeting such kinds all the time.. These kinds are everywhere. You find them at signals, cribbing about the traffic, if they are Management school pass outs, then you would find them discussing how the government should develop 'strategies' for managing rules, and how they should sit with countries like Singapore or USA and 'share best practices', and these will be the very fine gentlemen who would not think twice before jumping a signal, standing on the zebra line, standing on the extreme left, and take a right. So, basically all that gyaan was for show off and secondly for others. In the domestic scenario, you see a child shouting at his parents, and the parents asking him to be polite, teaching the child not to shout at elders, and the next minute, you would find the lady of the house

So, the weekend's agenda was 'meet the inlaws' - my inlaws. And like many women, inspite of being married for a long time, the 'inlaw' factor still stirs a lot of mixed emotions, though I have learnt my way out and in of nagging situations, my heart continues to beat faster. Anyway, there were lot of children, as it was my nephew's birthday party. The kids were playing, shouting, running, jumping, fighting - exactly in that order. My son. all of 8 is a little sensitive, he hasn't  learnt yet to deal with violent or hyper energetic kids. He kept requesting a kid of his age to stop kicking him, but the other one didn't listen, and as it's famously said, "Survival of the fittest", my son finally kicked back, and blocked him using his karate moves,(at last the technique was put to use)! The fight actually increased, as the other kid now charged with all his might. By the time the elders stopped the fight, that kid had hurt my son, I was ch