Celebrate “You”!

‘Tis sometimes good, to let your hair down,

To laugh out loud and forget to frown,

To indulge yourself, to make you, your first priority,

To enjoy your happiness, and shed that anxiety,

To live a little for yourself, just how you’d want to,

To be haywire, awry and askew,

To take time off and find your zen,

Because if you wouldn’t, who would, then?

She 💝

Because it’s my mom’s birthday today…❤

On some days she is the rain,

On some days, she becomes your sunshine,

On some days, she is a myriad of emotions,

On some days she is bereft, of expression​s,

On some days she is a handful, claiming your attention,

On some days she remains silent, anxious with apprehension,

On some days she charms you, with her lilting laughter,

On some days she captivates you, with the fierceness of a warrior…
She becomes everything there is and beyond –  you wouldn’t want to assess her capacity,

For, she decides, she defines, what she chooses to be!

The Epilogue

She thought her dream of pursuing music for a career,

Was now a closed chapter,

For, she was forced to stay within walls four,

And manage the household chores,

Little did she know,

She’d be wooed to revive her passion and how,

The man who ordered her to quit, her “better half” out of the blue,

Now, leaves no stone unturned, to get her back to continue,

Money sure, has the Midas touch,

For it manages to make a gentleman out of an egoistic grouch!

Child Labour – A Vital Issue.

I live in India. A country with humongous population. A country where most people are below the poverty line and struggle to get themselves one square meal a day. I don’t mean to show my country down, but this is one cause that clinches my heart and I need to write about it. 

Almost every where I go, I see kids on the roads selling, begging, working their lives off to earn money. To earn money to feed themselves and their families. Kids who are hardly four or five years old. The sight is pathetic and makes me want to cry out loud. 

A flower seller family (both the husband and wife sell flowers) who have their shop at our street corner have 2 kids who are just one year apart from each other. They barely managed to get one or two square meals a day for one person earlier, and now with 2 kids it has become all the more difficult for them to make ends meet. The kids don’t go to school, they sit by their parents in the mornings and take around baskets of flowers in the evening to sell and make some money. The mother, is now expecting her third child, all for want of a son – The first 2 kids being girls. Now, this raises another question in our minds. The stigma that’s been long there – the want of a boy in the family.

But what troubles me more is the child labour. The fact that the kids don’t deserve this life at all. Children need to be educated. It is their primary and most important right. They don’t necessarily need to have a luxurious life of 3 square meals a day, but food enough to help them sleep in peace, without having to sweat for it at such a tender age? They don’t need to have designer wear or expensive perfumes, but the basic, decent clothing? And above everything else, they shouldn’t have to work when they are kids, they shouldn’t have to earn to make their ends meet, when they should actually be doing their lessons or playing. They shouldn’t have to bear the burden of the family when they should be carefree and happy and wild. 

You know what exactly bothers me here?

The mindset of the grown ups. The parents of the kids. Two people get married and keep begetting children. As many as they want to. Or until they have a boy. They don’t even think enough to figure if they’d be able to support the children they are planning to have or if they’d be able to give them a life of proper health, education and safety. And then, finally, when the children are born, the parents have absolutely no clue about how to make ends meet and end up sending their children to earn. 

Two people can’t start a family just because they can. Or just because they want to. They need to first figure out if they are financially, and economically capable to do so. 

This is exactly where the problem lies. Lack of awareness. Lack of education. Ignorance. It is high time we begin to do something about it when we can, because, children, are our best bet, they are our only hope to a brighter and a more positive future. It is time we give them the care, the attention, the health and the education they deserve, because they are real wealth we keep looking around for, but forget to recognise.

The Divide

I remember, as a kid, I used to immediately warm up to people who gave me toffees, chocolates, gifts – among the other relatives who had nothing but a smile and hug for me. I used to eagerly wait for the those specific aunts and uncles to come home, just because they always bought me something. I’d be sweet, I’d pamper them around and towards the end I’d have a bountiful of treats in my bag. 

Then I grew up, and I brought myself up with the principle – to never accept any favour/gift/anything from anyone, at any cost. And whatever I wanted, I would wait, save and earn it myself. So it was all sorted in my mind and I no longer was looking forward to all the treats people brought me. But this didn’t mean I didn’t look forward to meeting them, it meant, the “gifts” aunties and uncles held the same value as the “only hugs and smiles” aunties and uncles, in my heart. 

Now, in almost every house there will be atleast one NRI aunt, uncle and family who’ll stay in some expensive, exotic foreign country and who come to India once in a while. And everytime they come, they’ll bring lots of gifts with them, which probably would’ve cost them just a dime, but considering the standards in our country, it will look like a lot to us. Always has, always will. And whatever we do/give in return will always seem small in comparison. 

But, of late, I realised through the passing years; the elders, the neighbours, the relatives and the rest of the people I know, haven’t grown up at all. They still hold the same attraction towards people who bring them expensive gifts, towards people who are NRIs, towards people who have lots of money. It is us kids who seem to have moved on. 

Though we aren’t poor or anything, it breaks my heart when I see people sucking up to that particular NRI aunt for no reason, and sticking up to her/her family like wart plasters through out their stay here. Their behaviour, attitude, emotions change drastically when she/any one from her family is around. The exotic aunts suddenly become the centre of attraction and the eye of everyone’s attention. 

This is a huge startling divide I fail to comprehend, and do not wish to ever.

Though money, power, status, position matter to me, I wish to earn them myself – not by sucking up to people or plastering fake smiles on my face whenever I see them. For me, this divide just doesn’t exist. For me, the only people matter are those who’ll stand by my side no matter what. To me, everyone’s the same and if something is going to set them apart it’d be their honesty in emotions.