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My five favourite mums

My five favourite mums

It’s Day 4 of the Write Tribe’s super initiative ‘7 days of rediscovering your blogging grove’ Where we blog seven days in a row according to a format. The idea is inspired by Darren Rowse. We’ve done a list , answered a question, written a review  and today, we share our favourite links.

And so here I am, listing links from five wonderful mothers who I enjoy reading. This in no way is a comprehensive list.
The blog chronicles the homeschooling journey of 8 year old Pari by her mother Rashmie. It is a wonderful mix of learning and fun, art and activities, music and photography. And it’s a storehouse of ideas on teaching kids, talking to them and reaching out to them.
I have blogged about the mad momma earlier. A more straight-from-the-heart, no nonsense blog you’ll not find. This isn’t strictly a mommy blog because the mad momma writes pretty much about anything that catches her fancy. But it’s all immensely relatable.
This one’s my ‘go to’ place for crafts, activities, recipes, DIYs. It’s crammed with creative fun ideas on every topic under the sun.
This one kicked off as a baby-book by stay-at-home mom Jill Smokler. I love it for it’s irreverent take on parenting. It’s funny and witty and useful. I love the listicles posted here. There is even a confessional where you can spill all your bad-momma feelings.
Momofrs’ blog Mothering Multiples was one of the first few blogs I started reading after I got back to the real world post the twins’ arrival in my life. Here’s another lady who writes from the heart and is unflinchingly honest – too unflinchingly honest sometimes. She has twins, like me; a boy and a girl – like me and it’s super fun to read her stories which seem sometimes like an uncanny retelling of my own.

So there, those are my favourite links.
For more link posts go on over to the Write Tribe blog.

Girls and boys and a lesson in chivalry

Girls and boys and a lesson in chivalry

Dear H,

The other day as I was
taking my walk I saw you pulling a girl by her T-shirt. At least that’s what it seemed to me. She was yelling and struggling to free herself. I was appalled. I made you let go and
apologise too. Oh I did see those tears of anger, frustration and humiliation that sprang up in your eyes. I didn’t mean to humiliate you but this needed to be done.
Later, much later when
we’d both cooled down, you’d explained, “Ma we were playing Chor Police and I
was a Policeman. We have to hold the ‘thief’ to a count of 10 for him/her to be
declared out.”
“You cannot pull a
girl’s shirt,” I’d said.
“I wasn’t pulling, she
was. I was supposed to be holding her.”
“No matter what, you CANNOT pull a girl’s shirt,”
“Why,” you’d asked, ‘Why
can’t I ? That’s how she catches me too, that’s how I catch the boys and everyone is fine with it.”
You had a bit of a point. 
Here is my answer. Listen patiently for this is something that will stand you in good stead all your life.
The problem was not that you were holding that girl. The problem was that she didn’t like being held. That she was asking you to let go and you weren’t.

It’s simple, actually. If a girl doesn’t like you holding her T shirt, let go. If a boy doesn’t like it, let him go too. LISTEN to what the other person is saying.

Yes it’s tough. Yes it’s easy to get carried away by the game. Yes it’s easy to take people’s reactions for granted. But it’s crucial to remember that it’s a game only if all people playing it are enjoying it, or else it’s plain bullying. Sounds harsh, I know. You didn’t intend to bully, I know. But that’s what it was.

I hope that answers your ‘Why?’.

Here’s what you can do. ASK what everyone is comfortable with. Put the rules in place before you start a game. As you grow up you will realise, many times people don’t even speak out when something makes them uncomfortable. You have to learn to listen, even without words. This ‘watching out’ for the other person’s reaction is very very important. It’s called being ‘sensitive’.

And while we’re at it, here are a few more things for you to remember…

– Caring for other people’s
feelings is way more important than winning any game.

– Your responsibility
doesn’t end with good intentions. If the other person feels hurt, wronged or even uncomfortable by your behaviour, don’t do it. Take time to understand and explain.
– Open
doors, hold the lift, help with bags. Practise chivalry for no other reason but that you are a gentleman. 
– Respect not just girls,
not just people older to you, but everyone. You have an even greater
responsibility if the other person in not as strong as you.

– Never be an unintentional bully.

You might not always win the game but you’ll win over many many more people and that, dear H, is way more important and much more fun too. This is a BIG thing and needs plenty of practise, but you’ll get there. And like I always say ‘You are the best’. I know that.

Hugs and love,


We’ve had our ‘big talk’. And I am hoping it made some impression. Have you handled similar queries from your son/nephew/friend’s son? So how do you teach a boy to be chivalrous without being sexist? How do you tell him he doesn’t need to do this because the other person (girl or not) is weaker but because he is stronger? Mothering, I tell you… is a hard hard task.


Linking to Write Tribe’s super initiative ‘7 days of rediscovering your blogging grove’ where we blog seven days in a row according to a format. The idea is inspired by Darren Rowse. Today we had to ‘ANSWER A QUESTION’. 

Go find some more answers at the Write Tribe blog.

7 reasons why non-dancers should Zumba

7 reasons why non-dancers should Zumba

The music is the awesomest

It fills your head completely.
Your ears ring with it hours after the session is over. No matter where you hear it even though you’re rooted to the chair or the ground (yeah we‘re talking self-conscious non dancers here) you’re dancing in your
head every bit as well as your instructor does.

You make the coolest friends

and that’s one of the most delightful outcomes. I mean how can you not bond with people with whom you’re making a fool of yourself, each day for an hour? It’s a partners-in-crime kind of bonding – the strongest kind.

It’s liberating … not have to worry about who’s thinking what and about who’s watching. (Everyone’s too busy getting their steps right, anyway). Only my two-left footed friends will fully appreciate how wonderful this feels. Nowhere else in the world would I try the stuff I do in that Zumba room. Okay.. maybe ‘try to do’ would be more accurate but what the heck! it doesn’t really matter.

       I totally adore this one.
‘Accidental solos’ 🙂
I do a lot of those.

It’s a no-pressure fun thing

This is no treadmill-crosstrainer routine so it’s not a predictable, same-same everyday kind of thing. It’s a new day everyday. And it’s not a dance either so there’s no ONE PERFECT way to do it.

You collect endorphins for the whole day

– that happy hormone that causes euphoria and tides you through stress. Wiki tells me that exercising releases endorphins. It adds that smiling, eating and gossipping also ‘do the trick’. Well Zumba takes care of the smiling bit (we do a lot of that, I might add) and gossipping in the dance breaks is the norm. Now if only I could grab a bite of chocolate along, life would so be complete.

Your stamina goes up like crazy

If you can stay moving on your feet for one full hour – not just moving moving but jumping, bending, lunging – well that’s stamina, right?

You might actually lose weight

but that’s such a side effect – a desirable one – but a side effect nonetheless.

Linking to Write Tribe’s super initiative ‘7 days of rediscovering your blogging grove’ where we blog seven days in a row according to a format. Today we had to do a list and you just read mine. The idea is inspired by Darren Rowse. Go read other fun checklists at the Write Tribe blog.

Happy birthday

Happy birthday

She had always been a good girl – meticulous, cautious. But tonight she wasn’t herself. Tonight she didn’t want to be herself. She would banish years of conditioning… of saying NO, for tonight her heart would rule her head. She steeled herself. Then, ‘Happy birthday’, she said to herself biting into a huge piece of cake.
Today’s genre is ’55 fiction’

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What inspires me

What inspires me

– When a boat owners son grows up to be the Indian president he inspires me.
– When a boy who lost his father and had to rent out his musical instruments to survive at just 9 years, becomes a leading musician of the country he inspires me.
– When a young girl stands up to being gang raped by six men she inspires me.
– When a boy with a bad stammer grows up to be a super star he inspires me.
– When a young village girl scales Mount Everest she inspires me.
– When a cricketer combats cancer and gets back to the game he inspires me.

And there’s inspiration closer home too..
– The working mum who comes home to housework and homework day after day inspires me
– My cook who’s on her feet 10 hours a day so she can put her son in boarding school inspires me
– That little boy who’s a quarter my age yet offers to help me with my vegetable bag inspires me
– The paraplegic old man who goes to buy his own bread and eggs each morning in his wheel chair inspires me
– My daughter who hugs me even when I’m yelling at her inspires me.

There’s inspiration all around us. People who struggle, persevere and hang on for the sake of a dream, for the sake of their families, for the sake of their principles… amazing people all around. All we need to do is stop and look.


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