Today is here

Its another day
The alarm sings at 5.00 am.I switch it off for another quick snooze. It sings again half an hour later.Two alarms certainly make an impact on my foggy brain. It is time for the morning walk!

As I quickly dress myself and wear the shoes, I realize my sleep deficient state wants to hit the sack again. But the benefits of exercise outweigh that of sleep and I am propelled into the dark morning road.

The sky is still black dotted with grey balls of clouds, the sword edge of the moon crescent peeping and stars still reticent to recede. I meet my friend (She and I usually walk together) and we grunt cursory good mornings and the walk begins briskly.

I come across the following subspecies of homosapiens and I pause to ponder the two factors, probability and time linking our lives at that moment.

The security guard of the medical college campus where I work smoothening his crumpled uniform to say good morning,

A woman in a sari, both (sari and woman) sleep shrivelled, generously sprinkling a bucket of water in front of her thatched ghost of a house,

The roadside tea shop vendor, lighting his stove with the goliathian brass tea kettle blackened by years of loving service to the neighbourhood motley,

The bunk shop located in a corner, whose owner is soliciting divine blessings, emanating a breeze of burning incense sticks aroma,

A middle aged husband and wife walking team, mmm interesting...... The husband holding the tip of the corner of his dhoti in one hand and a pocket radio in the other listening to devotional morning ragas- definite multitasking skills and the wife devoutly following with her own pace,

Farther along, a long snake of trainee policemen (with a few women trainees thrown in), emerge suddenly from the gateway of their training academy, marching to full throated 'Left,Right, Left, Right' with interesting glances thrown in our direction,

Dawn has insidiously crept upon us, and the outline of mountain peaks in the distance lends romance to the morning crispness.

The town is awakening, the sounds more amplified by the caws of the hundreds of crows preparing to leave their nesting places in the huge banyan tree by the side of the road.

A group of saree clad housewives exercising their adipose laden torsos, evidently on strict physician advice and the looming threat of becoming another statistic number reinforcing the numero uno status of India in Diabetes,

Enriched by the unobtrusive intrusion of homosapien subspecies into my walk, I feel a smile creeping at the corners of my mouth.

Another day, unborn a few hours earlier, now birthed and given fresh into my hands.

Life and Time today is mine, idiosyncrasies and all........

I told you so

The very first post as a sequelae to an introductory post is a dilemma in itself. You want it trim and proper, shapely and fun, wowing the readers and you completely. So why should I be an exception to this grandiose expectation? Thoughts crowd and jumble up the neuronal connections, a mileu of eclectic electrical activity,looking for a single stable idea.

Motherhood, I shout silently is the place to start. We must advocate mothers and their advice 'THE' panacea to all troubles. For it is this group that gets to say the most number of 'I told you so' and irritatingly they are right all the time!

Being one, I should know the glee that comes from saying 'I told you so'. The warmth of these words start from the bottom of one's heart, tingling your body akin to the sensation that only a thousand peppermints tasted by a thousand tongues on the body can give. This gives way to a long, meandering chat extolling the virtues of obedience and the final 'next time, learn to listen to your mom'. My daughters have the look which says 'there she goes again' and I have the giddy elation the endorphins have gladly imparted.

Like it or not, mothers are a class apart in their Nostradamus like predictions. My friend ratified this the other day, when confessing that his mom's predictions about people held true even down the years. Even the good ol' newspaper 'Hindu' endorses this view completely. Carolyn O' Neil's column on 'Mom's food rules'in the March 11 sunday supplement calls mom's food rules golden rules. Eat your breakfast, clean your plate, dont wolf down food, dont eat junk food, dessert only after the meal are some of the rules she mentions and ones all of us have blithely ignored. Todays research backs up mom's 'I told you so's.

As my daughters wave good bye from their bicycles on their way to school,my heart swells up with pride. Shiny, scrubbed faces, clean uniforms with same as your body weight bags nestling on their shoulders, they look fresh for the day.Starting from repeated wakeup shouts to coaxing for baths, to eat breakfast else you will be dizzy to, did you remember to put in all the books in the bag, I have done it all. I have a terrible headache with a leave thrown in to rest. But escape from motherhood, no chance! Transient, volatile fluctuations in blood pressure combined with the ineffable beauty of being redeemed with kisses and hugs. What better way to start a day than by being a 'I told you so' mother?

Motherhood, definitely a hazy horizon but numerous unseen 'I told you so' beckon me into the sublime future!

Hello Everybody!

The horizon is the limit! Thats the way we view life through our narrow lenses. Hey, what if the horizon itself turns out to be hazy most of the time! Life is exasperating and so is chemistry and sometimes everything that surrounds us..Most times, it is a lazy,long road but incredibly sometimes, constant punctuation seems to be the order of the day. Here's to life- a toast of wonder and mockery! I love you, I celebrate you (if I forget your abrupt brazenness for a second)!

I start this blog to pen my musings, thoughts on motherhood and crook a finger at life!