A lesson learnt

I enjoy writing. I’ve done it for a living. Sometimes I’ve liked what I wrote and sometimes I haven’t. But I’ve always managed to beat the deadline. But let someone tell me to ‘write without thinking’ and I draw a blank. My mind, as that of many writer friends, is so conditioned to think and analyse and correct that it has forgotten what it’s like to let go.

Today’s prompt asks us to do just that. It’s Free Write time at the Write Tribe Festival of Words on Day 3 and I’m stuck yet again. After staring at the computer for a while I gave up and decided to go get some work done to get the mind out of its ‘I am a big blank’ state.

I had to pick a gift for a friend so I walked over to a gift shop near where I live. It’s an amazing place – Warm and cosy and full of amazing knick knacks and deserves a full post.

As I walked in I spotted a little girl of about 10 with a dark mop of curly hair sitting in the shop ‘designing’ book marks. She finished one with a flourish and showed it to her mum, the store owner/manager, ‘How’s it mama?’ She asked eagerly. ‘You think they’ll sell?’ 

Humouring her, the mum called out to me and asked, ‘What do you think? Would you buy this for Rs 30/-?’

I turned from where I was browsing the wares and looked at the slightly crooked bookmark, then at the little girl’s innocent look of eager anticipation and  replied, “Yeah I think I would.” The mum however had no such compunctions. Said she, “I don’t think I would. You need to make the edges straighter and the colouring needs to be more evenly done.” 

Without seeming put out at all the little girl started over, diligently cutting out a fresh strip of paper and designing it again. Soon she was back to her mum with a much better piece. “How’s this one? Do you like the design?”

I loved the way the girl took her mum’s criticism… How positive she was. Perhaps she was used to it – this honest and frank evaluation from her mum.

Often in an attempt to spare our children heartache we tell small white lies. I know I do. That really doesn’t work in the long run. It would have been easy for the mum to put those crooked bookmarks in a corner of her shop. But then, when they would have found no takers how heartbroken would the little girl have been. Worse, she would have never trusted her mum’s judgement again. Even worse, if some suckers like me would have bought them (30 Rs are easy to spare), she would have been content with her efforts and would never have learnt to get better.
And so another age-old maxim proves it’s worth …. Honesty is truly the best policy.

A lesson for me too – Sometimes to get somewhere or to get something done, we need to stop trying too hard. Sometimes, the trick, is to let go. I just did!

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My favourite blogs

It’s the day for Blog Love. Day 2 at the  Write Tribe Festival of Words asks us to talk about our favourite blogs. 

This one’s a toughie for me. There really are too many to choose from. The ones I go to most often are of course the mommy blogs, then there crafty blogs, food blogs, movie blogs and some political and social ones too.. I’m completely lost.
As usual when I cannot think clearly I make out a list.

Here are my top four

1. The Mad Momma at themadmomma.wordpress.com/
I read the madmomma for her non-nonsense yet sensitive approach to parenting and life. I love the warmth that comes through in her blog. I love the way she celebrates the differences of her kids. There’s humour and philosophy amidst the daily chatter, though I wouldn’t mind that either.

2. The Orange Rhino at theorangerhino.com
Here’s another amazing mum…. to four boys. She’s on a 365 day no-yelling journey! That in itself is miraculous enough for me to want to read what she writes. Add to it liberal doses of humour and straight from the heart talk and the blog’s a total delight.  I’ve blogged about her earlier too because I find her such an inspiration. 

3. The life and times of an Indian Homemaker at http://indianhomemaker.wordpress.com/
You couldn’t have missed this one if you’ve been blogging for sometime. I love the issues taken up and enjoy this perspective of happenings around us.

4. Artsy Crafty mum at artsycraftsymum.com
This where I turn to for all things artsy craftsy. Fun crafts, school projects, fancy dress costumes, birthday party decor it’s all here. In desperate times I’ve even dropped her a mail and have always had help.

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100 Happy Days – Week 8

This week has felt exceptionally short what with one extra holiday thrown in. It has been a completely delightful one. I have exercised well, read, shopped, treated the kids, gone out with family and relaxed too.

Here’s what made me smile this week

1. Gogappas!

Early in the week The Husband came home with a pack of golgappas. There’s something about the smell of that tangy water that makes ‘my mouth water’, to use a cliche. I tucked in of course, though the thought continues to haunt me that he’s trying to sabotage my diet.

2. The sound of wind chimes..

..from the neighbouring building while I read my book on a quiet afternoon. How soothing is that! A bit paradoxical isn’t it – how a sound can add to the quietude?

3. Successfully performing orthopedic paeditric surgery

Nope I’m not a doc. Heh heh.. But here’s Pony with a broken leg. That’s N’s doll. Recognised her? Yeah, earlier today she made a smashing debut on the blog. After hours of searching we found her missing limb and I had the good fortune of putting it back for her. How contagious was N’s happiness!

4. Buying an identical T shirt

… but a size smaller! Yay! The weighing scales haven’t moved much – just about a kg – but I have lost some inches and that makes me feel so good. The Husband’s ploy’s not working too well.. hee, hee! BTW, I get colour fixated at times – it’s blue for now.

5. Waffles drowned in chocolate sauce

Check out that waffle in chocolate sauce. The kids and I went out for a late breakfast/brunch and this is what we ordered. I savoured every bite.. considering I had just a few.

6. .. being dragged to the gym by a dear friend

I’m not really a masochist and waking up early morning on a Saturday is just not me. However when a friend bulldozed me into it, it turned out to be more fun than I ever expected. And I exercised like hadn’t done in a long long while. Thanks J.

7. Early morning drive and breakfast with family

The SIL and BIL dropped by with my two nieces and all of use drove off to this tiny joint deep in the old city for a wonderful South Indian breakfast today morning. It’s one of those quaint places with just about four things on the menu and super fast service. The soft idlis and fluffy uttapams are to die for.

Fitting in

Desperate sobs wracked her tiny frame as she stood there alone, clutching her doll.
A bunch of girls played close by ignoring her with deliberate ease. Not one made a move to approach her .. to soothe, to befriend, to console.
Why would they? Wasn’t it they who had refused to include her?
“Just look at that monster,” they’d said, laughing at her.
Her crime?
Her doll didn’t ‘fit in’.

Who said children couldn’t be cruel?

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And with that nine-liner we kick off the week-long Festival of Words at Write Tribe. Today we were required to write a piece of fiction consisting of exactly nine sentences.
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G is for ‘Something Good in everything’

H has a mentally challenged child in his class, A. H often talks about him and enjoys being with him because, “A is most fun to be with. His brain works differently ma,” he explained to me (No doubt as explained to him by his teacher).

A few days back he said it was A’s birthday and asked for a gift for him. I’m not big on gifts, (I prefer cards), but when H insisted I wrapped a small one for him.

I forgot about it till this Saturday when I went for the Parent-Teacher meet. During the conversation his teacher said, “A’s mum has asked specially to convey her regards to you. She had tears in her eyes, so touched was she with H’s gift for A…..:,”. I was beginning to puzzle over, what I thought was, a bit of an overreaction, for a small gift. Then, continued H’s teacher, “…specially after A had attacked him a day earlier”.

That made me sit up. How come H didn’t mentioned this? H, who shows me every tiny hurt.

I took it up with him. “Did A hurt you?” I asked.
“Yes mama. He didn’t want me to sit at his desk but teacher had asked me to, so when I went and sat he got angry. But then teacher came and helped me.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
“Because it was only A. He doesn’t mean to be bad. He gets angry sometimes. I’ve told you na, his brain works differently,” was his reply.

This was H
– who remembers every single real or perceived injury and insult for ages.
– who doesn’t pause to think before landing a punch at his sister.
– for whom I went to a counsellor when he was 3, because he couldn’t control his anger.

Oh he’s come a long long way. I was so proud….
…of H for not holding a grudge, for being so mature.
.. and of their school for practising ‘inclusive education’ in its true sense.

It cannot be easy. I’ve heard other parents complaining and do perhaps understand their concerns for their children. However, now I see how positive it can be to have A in the same class, not just for him but for the other children as well. (What is required, is perhaps a little more help and vigilance from caretakers).

Isn’t this what differently abled children need? Not pity, not special schools, not special treatment.. Just a matter of fact understanding that they do things differently, react differently, that they are ‘different’, not less not more, than the other kids.

And a HUGE HUGE thank you to A for bringing out the best in my son and for introducing me to a whole new side of him.

There really is “Something Good in everything”.

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