I have a dream ...

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to tick of parents who allow their kids to make a nuisance of themselves in public!

Before you brand me an intolerant, crabby, anti-social, child hating so & so, lend me your ears:
I heart children! The gurgle of a cooing baby is music to my ears; I stop during my walk in the park, to soak in the sight of happy kids playing with gay abandon, screaming, yelling & even fighting; At the Special Care Centre, which I am associated with, I love the firm tone of the young student, distributing sweets on his birthday, telling me, that for my own good, “I will give you only one chocolate, Miss Uma, because you are very fat!”

But there is a right time & a right place for everything in life!

For kids in cinema theatres, tagging along with their parents, for films not meant for them – a firm “NO!” Last weekend, Mr. & Mrs. Kaushik, trotted off to the cineplex, to watch the much acclaimed, “Vicky Donor”, a comic & sensitive take on sperm donation. Imagine my horror, when I spotted this couple, with their two under 13 kids! What follows is logical, including the son loudly piercing the darkness of the theatre with “what is he doing?” when the hero is, well, trying to donate sperm in the clinic!!!

Or babies - I mean, they are meant to cry, that’s what they do, but that’s the parents cross to bear, not ours. Why would you expect a tiny thing to be calm & serene, in a darkened hall, with weird, loud sounds??? If I were a baby, I would bawl my heart out too, at the injustice of it all, in protest at my silly parents for bringing me to this depressing room called a theatre & because of the fierce, moti aunty sitting next to us, angrily hissing, “Shhhhoooo”!

Many solutions – leave the children behind with family or friends, skip the movie totally (you’ll live), wait for the DVD to come out, or take turns, so that one parent stays at home!

So the other evening, I attended a lecture session by a spiritual leader. The community was shocked at my heathen presence at such a pious gathering & I was accosted with “how come you are here” to “I can’t believe you came for this!” We could discuss why my gracing such a gathering caused such commotion; but I would rather express my disbelief, that for a lecture discussion, people had thought it fit to bring their children along. Apart from a handful of amazingly well behaved kids, most of the bachchas around, ran wildly around, shouting & screaming, wanting to know if popcorn was available, or were plain bored & kept whining that they wanted to go home – all this, while poor Guruji was talking about social responsibility & how we need to change ourselves, before expecting others to change! Aiyaiyyo!!!

But my worst nightmare happened in broad daylight, when while stuffing dosas in my mouth, the kids from the next table in the restaurant, sauntered across to our table, stare fixedly at us & loudly wanted to know, “what is this aunty eating?” Mentally, I am placing muzzles on their tiny, but loud mouths! You may be curious about what the parents are doing during all this – NOTHING! They beam at us from across the road & encourage the little tyke to “ask aunty”!!!

Like Martin Luther King, I have a dream - of a world, where at relevant places, children will be seen, not heard; well actually make that, won’t be seen OR heard!!!

life isn't all ha ha hee hee

Not gonna win a popularity contest after writing this piece; but oh well, I’m a Sagittarian & often experience that lingering after-taste, of feet in my mouth!

Across the last two months, it appears that every newspaper in town, reserves one column at least, for women, who have been the victims of rape, molestation & worse still, some have even been killed, after these heinous acts!

Yes, deep rage directed at these criminals, who deserve the highest form of punishment – can think of an apt form of justice, which I dare not express in a public forum! My heartfelt sympathies for the victims & fingers crossed, that they survive such an ordeal.

Lekin, must confess, that in some cases, in the blame game, the victims participate too:

Today’s ‘Khaleej Times’ reported, that a Japanese stewardess, was waiting for a cab, to take her to the airport. Two men drove up in a car, offered her a lift to the airport & after some hesitation, she accepted their offer & got into the gaadi. Full of lustful intentions & galat iraadey, one of the men got into the back seat & molested her, while his companion drove on.
http://www.khaleejtimes.com/nation/inside.asp

Another newspaper described how two young women, after a night of clubbing in Dubai, were looking for transport, to take them back home, at 2am. A middle aged man offered to take them home & they trustingly got into the car. He drove for a while, stopped to pick up a male friend, headed towards the desert area & they raped both the girls.

This is just scratching the surface – you read or hear about such cases very often.

While I agree that such crimes must not be condoned & severe action must be taken, what’s wrong with these women?
• Why, in a foreign country, would any sensible female, get into a car with two strange men?
• Two young women heading towards a night club, without any clue as to how they are going to get back home, late night – what sense does that make?
• We are not talking about naïve young girls – these are educated, self sufficient women of the world; surely they know that life isn’t all ha ha hee hee …?

Yours truly is the paranoid mom of a nineteen year old; I still make panic calls to my daughter, saat samundar paar, who despairs that I refuse to treat her like a sensible adult & check, that for a night out, she is with a safe, familiar group of friends, that they only use the hostel approved cabs & that all important warning about ‘don’t talk to strangers!”

Though my offspring regards me as a freak of nature, I am sure that in parent world, “I’m not the only one …” It doesn’t matter if you have boys or girls, we need to teach ‘em to be safe, cautious & arm them with the necessary skills to be out of harm’s way.

Yep, think we need to add “parenting” to our work info on facebook – a 24x7, full time job; no wages, intensive labor, the hours suck, but still, the only place in the universe, where you can experience heaven & hell at the same time!

“It was the best of times and it was the worst of times” … this classic line from Charles Dickens “A Tale of Two Cities” survives the test of time & describes our lives today – celebrate the best, but be prepared for the worst!

UAE beckons - aam janta ishtyle!

Dubai, the man made miracle, the city that never sleeps, the land of glitzy dreams, a rich man’s haven, where money is the local lingo ….
But fikar not, aam aadmi, some delights in the UAE come cheap & easy; Sit back, fasten your seat belts & allow yours truly, to whisk you away on a tour of the Emirates, janta ishtyle:
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The tallest building in the world, the magnificent Burj Khalifa, which attained Hollywood status, with MI4 &Tom Cruise scaling its unbelievable heights; free, unlimited viewing by day or night – never fails to take my breath away!
 Cruise along the stunning Dubai creek & Dubai harbour, in the only way it’s meant to be enjoyed – an abra ride! An abra is a small motorised water taxi, which used to be the main mode of transport, years ago & still sustains, survives & excites – for the princely price of a couple of dhirams, row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream ….

 Dubai’s little sister, the pretty city of Alain, is home to a Guinness world record holding garden – apna “Alain Hanging Gardens”! It achieved permanent residence in the record books, for the highest number of hanging flower baskets … & I attained adulthood, without realising, that such a category existed! A visual treat, a great photo opportunity & your heart will really go ‘garden garden’! Entry – totally free!!! Just remember, the flowers bloom only for a month or so, in the spring!

 First day, First show for movies – it happens only in the UAE! The movie buff’s paradise, where excitement is to check new releases on Thursday morning & watch ‘em before the rest of the world;

 Food glorious Food! Even Oliver Twist can ask for “more” – you can pick up a wholesome & delicious Lebanese sandwich, feast your Indian souls on Gujju Thalis, South Indian fare, mouth-watering chatpata chaat, the best shawarmas in the world ….. for under 10dhs! For a little more, the world is your dining table, doston! You name the cuisine, UAE has it! Need to take a break now, because I am suddenly feeling hungry!!

 UAE’s answer to Hyde Park & Central Park – ek, do, teen … lush green strips of heaven, scattered all over the Emirates, which beckon you to take long walks, chill with a book, have picnics ... you get the idea – simply enjoy! Most have free entry, but a select few, charge a couple or more dhirams; total paisa vasool!
 Sure, Dubai Mall houses some of the best stores in the world, but I head straight for Book World by Kinokuniyastar – a treasure trove of the best literature in the whole of the Middle East; cheap skates like me, sometime don’t even buy – the store encourages you to kick off your shoes, sit down in a cosy corner & read – oooh, rows of glossy magazines, books, ripe for the picking … my little oasis in desert country & a day well spent!

 A hop, skip & jump away from Dubai, is big brother Abu Dhabi; solid, soaked in culture & scenic, with its long, blue stretch of Corniche (where moi lives & the view from my living room is divine!);the awe inspiring Grand Mosque, which you can take a tour of, without coughing up a dime;

free concerts on the beach; the magnificent Emirates Palace Hotel; the action packed culture diary, which recently included a week-long celebration of Charles Dickens on film –

a surreal & exquisite opportunity – totally free, a gift of the Abu Dhabi Film Festival;
 Much has been written about the fabulous Yas Marina circuit, which hosts the Formula One Abu Dhabi Grand Prix – the tickets for the season are a whopper; but once a week, the circuit is open to the public at large, where you can go for an evening walk, jog, rent a bicycle, or simply soak up the circuit vibe, yep, FOC!

 Where else will you find air conditioned bus stops, a store called “No Name” selling Arabic Abayas, or a sweet shop, inappropriately titled “Butt Sweet House”?!

The Emirates beckon, on a shoe string budget …

Kyonki Beti Bhi Kabhi Poti Thi!

Once upon a time, I was the nucleus of my parent’s world; being the youngest of three daughters & a natural drama queen, I cornered most of the attention of the family! My poor, helpless brother, when he arrived into our little universe, dominated by women, didn’t know what had hit him & spent most of his life, staying out of our way; until he escaped to go to college & with relief, soaked up every blissful moment of a sister-less existence! No surprises here, that when time came for him to get hitched, top of the specification chart was, ‘someone totally unlike my sisters!’

One of life’s unsung pleasures is that state of paradise, when you enter the big bad world of the working class, start earning the big – ok, in my humble case – small bucks … & live at home with amma & appa! Oh, the bliss of waking up to the rich aroma of filter coffee in the air, which I am ashamed to admit, happened because my poor dad got up at some unearthly hour to brew! Clothes freshly laundered & ironed, beds made & breakfast in the best joint in town – mom’s kitchen! Pure decadence! Dad, on his walks, exchanged your library books, posted your letters at that old fashioned, almost extinct place called the post-office; mom was friends with all mine, took surprise sleepovers, loud music & noisy giggles in her stride & always instinctively knew what a bunch of overgrown, adult females, behaving like teenagers, wanted to eat! Life rocked!

Enter my knight in shining armor – this one had a motor bike with a spark plug that wouldn't spark! When my brother came down from university to meet him & hugged him warmly, I glowed, until I heard my blunt bro confiding to my husband-to-be, “Thank God you turned out to be so decent. You should check out some of the losers she hangs out with!’ The glow dimmed to a glower!!!

Post shaadi, at the bidaai at the station, I observed my Pita-shri take Ashok aside & they proceeded to have a hush-hush conversation. My heart overflowed with love, knowing that appa was probably telling my naya pati, to look after his princess well; later I asked Ashok what my dad had said to him. Hesitantly & reluctantly, we had a ‘sach ka saamna’ moment: my father apparently told my better half, that his daughter was high maintenance ,impulsive, hot tempered & child-like. He hoped that Ashok would be patient & understanding, despite all that! My dad was a relieved man – his conscience was clear AND he had ceremoniously given away his worries …. et tu, Appa??!!

With Beti-S’s arrival, we were officially the ‘three idiots!’ This is where my kahaani actually begins. I became a full time mom & weirdly, my sensible, loving parents, were suddenly replaced, by doting, dotty grandparents! The sacred morning coffee routine was a thing of the past. I mean, how could I expect them to waste their time brewing caffeine (not good for you anyway!) when they just wanted to gaze at their precious grand-daughter?!

Nineteen years after our jigar ka tukda arrived on planet earth, my mom still begins every phone conversation, by loudly (she till date believes that the volume has to be proportionate to the geographical distance!!!) enquiring, “how is Shiksha?” An occasional aberration & she fondly asks about my health & when I trip with delight, am humbly brought down to mother earth with her dialogue –‘you need to take care of your health, to be fit to take care of your daughter!’

Growing up in a typical Tamil Brahmin household, rising and shining in the wee hours of the morning, was a sacred code, not to be messed with. The door was yanked open, curtains drawn open to let in cruel sun rays, pots clanking … yep, no choice but to get up!

When on vacation at my parent’s place, I envisioned Shiksha, who I am convinced is batgirl reincarnate, being treated to the same rude, morning ritual.
To my horror, discovered that mean parents make besotted grandparents. When their poti slept the mornings away, my mother would firmly instruct the maids to keep the curtains drawn, the door shut tightly & gaze at Beti-S’s sleeping form & inform me “You know, they work so hard, that they need this rest!” Huh …….

More shocks ahead – the same ‘amma appa’ who firmly told us that we had two choices, to eat what was made, or not to eat, were graciously checking out what their precious angel wanted to eat!

Uss zamaane mein, we bought clothes twice a year – on birthdays & diwali.
Now, Shiksha was taken on shopping trips every day - ‘a gift from Thatha-Paati’! My weak protests were squashed with, ‘you are young only once, so we want her to live it up!’ Could have done with some of this bindaas philosophy when I was a young girl!!!

Moral of the story: I would have liked to be my parent’s grandchild, rather than a mere daughter, if you know what I mean. But justice will prevail –‘Kyonki Beti Bhi Kabhi Poti Thi!'

Empty Nesters - the five stage theory!

Stage 1:

The virgin steps into an unknown territory; when you leave your heart & credit card behind with your offspring & enter an empty ghar for the first time – what this mom did was to keep the door of daughter dearest’s room, firmly shut. To go into that pink, purple & green kamra, (we could stop here to discuss the violent hues, but maybe not, because I am determined to stay focused & resist the temptation to go off tangent!) sans its rightful owner, makes it difficult to be brave & not bawl your heart out, for your little sparrow! That she is a fully grown adult, who is likely to want to kill herself, or me, for describing her thus, is immaterial – when she’s a doddering eighty year & if I am still alive, (scared you, huh?!), she will still be my baby & that’s her cross to bear!
Stage 2:
Theek hai! So the mourning period is over & my disapproving houseboy (who lovingly addresses me as “Maa-Ji” & makes me feel like a fossil, but all that maaf, because of the giggles he inspires, every time he calls my husband “Papa”!) insists that I set aside sissy emotions & open up that door, so that he can clean the room. “Khulja Simsim” & voila, “Didi’s” (yep, if yours truly is “Maa-ji” & my better half is “Papa’, then “Didi” it is!) room is back in business!
Stage 3:

Optimism raises its pretty head in this phase. Skype, calls, mails, messages, bbm’s & yep, even some old fashioned letters …. dullen the judaai ka gham! Every dark cloud has a silver lining & here it comes – yeah, yeah, I miss my daughter, but can’t control the excitement at the rare opportunity to clean up her room without worrying about the room’s resident shrieking at me not to clean up her mess, or to deal with her outrage at my wanting to chuck stuff away & that she will clean the room herself … someday!!! Aaaaah, this is pure therapy – to make that bed without a single wrinkle on it, to neatly stack stuff (which the young style guru of the house labels as nerdy!) fill garbage bags up with the junk which has unbelievably fitted all into that room … & I thought I would never feel happy again for a long time!

Stage 4:
Taking my cue from the movie “Bad Teacher”, I christen the upcoming period “Bad Parent”! The room cleaned & cleared, looks divine, spacious & much better than mine! First, my laptop is relocated to “Didi’s” study table; Like Goldilocks, I find the spot ‘just right!’ But I called this stage “Bad Parent” so enter “Papa” too! He slides the treadmill to his daughter’s room & he too, finds the distance from the treadmill to the TV, ‘just right!’! From then onwards, its invasion of the room, all the way! Clothes from the laundry are kept in the cupboards ‘(just for a few hours till I find time to sort them out’, you tell yourself!), the drawers & shelves are packed with stuff you can’t seem to find place for, your cosmetics find their way to the dressing table here ….. Yes I am ashamed, but kya karein, control nahin hota!!!
Stage 5:
The wait is over & the daughter of the house is finally coming home for the holidays. My emotions – a mixed bag, of bubbling joy, ecstasy, uncontrollable smiles (which have creeped out quite a lot of folks!) …. & panic & pure guilt! OMG, the room has to be cleared & wiped clean of all traces of us having wickedly taken it over!
The pots are going to be simmering with Shiksha’s favorite dishes, the frig is getting stocked up, films are being downloaded for family movie nites ….. & some serious clearing up is happening – so much to do, so little time!!!

Diary of an empty-nester - curtain raiser!

The secret behind my cheerful, stress free outlook towards life?!
The politically correct answer is eating wisely, working out regularly & drinking lots of water …
Confession – BS!!!
As the mother of a helpless & hapless 19 year old, let me tell you, its all about releasing your toxins – a 24x7 routine of nagging, threatening, cajoling, warning & screaming at your kids, helps get rid of all the excess poison in your system, brings a healthy glow to your skin, keeps your jaw muscles well lubricated & bonus is that its all legitimate – I mean, I wouldn’t be a good parent, would I, if I was calm, composed & took everything in my stride???!!!

C’mon gals, we have our reputations to protect – crabby, ill tempered, hyper … I chose to believe that my family wouldn’t have it any other way. One rare morning, I got up on the wrong side of the bed, with the resolution to be serene, peaceful & non-violent! Mahatma Gandhi would have been proud of me! But my ungrateful husband and daughter worried that I was burdened by some deep, dark secret or was majorly unwell & therefore subdued. When they repeatedly pestered me to tell them what the problem was, I exploded, screamed at them for not realizing that I was trying to shrug off the shackles of being a wife/mom & attempting to find inner peace & balance! When they had stopped laughing hysterically at me attempting a “Buddha’ act, relief was expressed that I was back to doing what I was good at – being “mean mom’!
So they say, you can’t buy respect, you’ve gotta earn it – ‘mean mom’, like Rome, didn’t happen in a day!
From rewind mode, let’s cut to the present – a new worry irks me! With daughter dearest, all set to fly the nest & head to the Queen’s land for university, (the anticipated bliss at the prospect of a parent-less universe, has to be seen to be believed!) I need to get my act together & earnestly search for a new stress buster! For Shiksha, we will be those eager, shiny faces that will haunt her on skype & who need to be kept reasonably happy, to facilitate unlimited use of that shiny plastic thingy called a credit card!
“And then there were two”!

Action Replay

Public warning:
*Would advise a healthy state of intoxication before you head for Action Replay
*Wearing your designer glares maybe a good idea too, because the colors of the movie & the sets blind you – some scenes looked like kids in playschool went crayon crazy!
*You may need some soothing eye lotion 2, to deal with constantly having to look at a very ugly Akshay Kumar, in his nerd avatar! I apologized to my ‘do aankhein’ & spectacles at the end of the movie!
Breaking News!
Everyone ages, even Abhishek & more important, Amit ji’s dahling Ash!
Don’t get me wrong! Humaari Ms World of fake accent fame, is still drop dead gorgeous! But now, the 37years show & she looks like a beautiful 30+++++++ babe!
Dances like a dream, as usual & looks hawtt in the ‘zor ka jhatka’ number – kya gaana hai! I wanted to get up in the near empty theatre & dance to the foot-tapping Daler Paa-ji (wot amazing pipes!) & Richa Sharma number!
The oldies of the Kapoor Khandaan are suddenly cropping up like mushrooms everywhere – this time Randhir Kapoor – he looks old anyway, so why the grotesque budhha scientist wig & ponytail? Just in case we are too dumb to understand who he is, his grand-daughter (I think she is the babe from the original Diwali Damas ads) insists on calling her grandpa, well, ‘grandpa!’
For all you ‘Back to the Future’ fans, here’s the desi version – not bad, but could have been better!
This rewind to the 70’s doesn’t have the passion & insanity of Farah Khan’s ‘Om Shanti Om!’ A brave effort at the most, ok time pass, but total paisa vasool – won’t go that far!
Akshay Kumar – 100 out of 100 for effort, but there was kuch missing tha – was it that he was trying too hard?
Ash Rai Bachhan – goes through the motions, dresses the part, but looks distracted & distant – probably wondering whether she should hold Abhishek or Pa’s hand, or both, to walk the red carpet at the next Bollywood event!
Will take my cue from the reloaded, recharged & renewed Akshay Kumar’s signature line – will keep my ‘awaaz neechey’ about liking “Action Replay”
Sorry Daler Paa-ji, but no ‘zor ka jhatka’ here!