Bird watching 

It is 7.00 AM and I know it’s time to wake up my 3 year old. Like any toddler, he does not particularly like the idea of plopping out of the bed as the first order of business.

But lately he is not all that fussy, thanks to our new ritual of bird watching! All I have to do is softly wake him up and nudge him in that direction. And like a flash, he wakes up, runs off to the couch next to the window and plonks himself on it. 

This little practice with him the first thing in the morning is the perfect catharsis to the niggling mommy guilt. Especially when the feeling is more pronounced in the morning before rushing him off to daycare.

He enjoys this time with me as much as I do. Pointing to the spot next to him with his tiny little hands, he goes, “Mommy mommy, come, sit sit sit!”. And we would spend a good chunk of time looking out the window. 

He loves to observe the birds, their colors and the chemistry between them. He notices that while some are playful and chirpy, others are stoic and poignant. He observes how some outliers fly off leaving the flock behind. He makes up little stories around them and narrates them in his just-woken-up husky voice. 

This little time spent with him in the morning, sets the tone for a perfect day! No amount of caffeine can give me that!!


Googling our way into wishful thinking!

It is a given that Google is the champion of search engines. From information to images, from maps to getting directions to a nearby gas station, you name it, Google’s got it! It is a single tool with many uses and unquestionably it makes our lives easier. No matter what you type in the search bar, it can find about 20 pages of information. There are discussion forums on almost everything. 

Despite its many uses, there are some inconspicuous shortcomings. From a psychological standpoint, there is a subliminal thought process involved that will eventually lead one down into the spiral of wishful thinking. How, you ask?

Easy! You type “postpartum belly band” and google spits out a brouhaha of 30+ pages. There are 10 pages worth of content about how so and so celebrity lost the baby weight using the “said product”. Additionally, you get about a 100 or so images of how the new moms have regained their fitness levels. The images prove their point by showing a “before vs after”. 

You see the drift? Where does all this lead us? Quite obviously, in favor of whatever it is we began the search for. 

The point I am trying to make here is that unless we apply our critical thinking and choose the right keywords in our search, or sagaciously weigh the pros and cons about the information presented to us, we are in for a delusional ride.


Pondering over “prudent”…

As I look outside the living room window, I see that it is cloudy, damp and drizzling. The trees are showing off their bare brown branches with beady droplets dangling on them. It is most certainly “sit by fireplace reading your favorite book” kind of day! The weather app on my smartphone surely knows what it is talking about.

I just dropped off my (almost) 3 year old at the daycare and now I need to attend to my 3 month old little nugget who is gleefully playing in his playpen next to my recliner.

While I take a break before moving onto the next task of the day, I unlock my phone to take a peek at the world outside my window. WhatsApp shows no new messages, Facebook isn’t promising either.

The WordPress daily prompt prompts the word “prudent”. As I mull over it, nothing comes to mind except this vintage commercial for a toothpaste called prudent. It was roughly around late 80s or early 90s from my growing-up days back in India.

Back then, our good old black and white television was a prized possession. We would sing along to the tunes of the commercials whose lyrics we learnt by rote. Or watch almost every animated show on air. 

We would eagerly wait for the Sunday night movie – the only movie of the week. Those were the times when commercial breaks were just 1 or 2 over the entire length of the movie. There was only one channel, but the quality of the programs was on par. 

I must admit, those were the simpler times!! 


…is a beautiful thing!

Leah hit the pause button on her iPod as it belted out Pink Floyd’s “hey you”, one of her all time favorites. She set the empty coffee mug on  her side table, her first one of the day and paused to glance out of the window. 

The weather forecast said there is rain at about 2.00 pm, but the sun was shining so bright on this mid March afternoon that rain seemed like a far fetched idea. 

As her eyes grazed the garden, she realized that the bird feeder was almost empty. She thought to herself, “Little Mr. Buttons finally showed up!”. And made a mental note to refill the bird feeder, lest Mr. Buttons goes without food.

She opened her porch door and stepped out. As she walked past her herb garden, she realized that there is a little nip in the air, not unusual for this time of the year. She walked to the chrysanthemums that she painstakingly overwintered and kneeled down to sniff the fresh scent of these beauties.

The scent reminded her of the Southern suburban climes where she spent most of her summers tending to her grandmothers garden. An instant feeling of warmth came over her. A feeling that she has almost lost touch with. A feeling that got her in touch with her inner child. 

Just as she got up, she noticed that the neighborhood kids were playing hopscotch. They waved to her as she walked back inside. She smiled and waved back to them, opened the porch door and proceeded to the kitchen to get some fodder for Mr. Buttons. She walked back to the garden and refilled the bird feeder, hoping that he would show up today while she is around. 

She returned to the kitchen and poured a second cup of coffee, walked to her mini bookshelf and picked up that book she bought at a local thrift store. Returned to her recliner and put her iPod back on and continued playing the Pink Floyd. She opened the book and started reading the first page, wondering to herself, pause is a beautiful thing!

This is my entry for the wordpress Daily Prompt – Pause.


Later…(or now?)

Here’s my first attempt at The Daily Prompt – Later.

This reminds me of a couplet I read during my childhood, composed by Sant Kabir Das in Hindi:

Kal kare so aaj kar, aaj kare so ab; pal mein pralay hoyegi, bahuri karega kab!!

It means, dont put off what needs to be done until later, do it right now, because now is the moment!!

The poem rings so true in my case. I have been an on and off blogger since 2009. Ever since I can remember, I have had passion for words and writing. But I have never put my work out there because I am one of the biggest self imposed critics. I always made my peace by telling myself to put it off for another day. 

But that has to end someday. So here I am, doing the needful! No more later! Its right now!!


My little pick me ups

Everyone needs a pick me up once in a while. I thought its not a bad idea to list mine. These are some of the things that instantly energize me. So, here we go:

  • Meditation 
  • A cup of steaming hot coffee 
  • A good book
  • Coddling my kids or singing to them 
  • Playing with my dog
  • A big bowl of tom yum soup 
  • Learning a new word 
  • Watching the raindrops graze the window