I want to be on top

I want to be on top. The woman on top.
The one who can always come out with the best ideas and alternatives at work. And who doesn't hesitate to try new things.
I also want to hear me being called the best mom in the world by my children.
To work well, to love well. And also to be loved well. To get the due amount of respect I deserve.
I am the woman on top. And the door's open for more.

8th March? - It's just my daughters birthday

Sometimes I wonder what my job is regarding me, my liberty, my country and my equality. ‘Women’s day’ has never really meant anything at all to me. If the world changes it’s thoughts for even a day on 8^th March, I would pray and thank god each night. But, if we think properly, nothing changes after this day. We know, with grief and pain that women will still not be even considered as humans. We write poems, create protests, barricade places...and then forget the very thought of it. But I think I know what we’re supposed to do this women’s day. We’re supposed to STAND UP. We won’t ignore them. We won’t complain. Just one look from our bloodshot eyes. And then....BOOM. I remember I never said as a kid, that ‘girls rule’. Instead, I admired the very fact that guys were just so great. They could do anything they wanted. While I was getting into fights at school, I was taught it was not lady-like. When I rebelled my way on cutting my hair and wearing Bermudas like other guys I was told to respect my gender. But why should I, if no one else does? So I cut my hair. And I still don’t look like a guy. I shook my head at people saying women should not wear short dresses and skirts. I clenched my fists whenever I DID NOT hear a mother telling her son to respect women and when they did tell their daughters to not try to show their faces or be seen or heard or found attractive. I wish people understood. I wish they could do what we can. Because, you know what? I’ve stopped caring. It’s nothing but a tough game. My ancient computer has this bike game (which I like playing) where my bike is always placed last. But then, I still come first. It’s not based on a stupid bike game, it is life. (Okay, okay, huge problem, there is that board game called life) but we can always call it GG(girl game) or WW(wow woman).

Here we go.

1.    Born in a village that has more orthodox and stereotypical ideas than crops. MISSION 1: LIVE the hatred. Or rather, just survive.

2.    How’s it going?

3.    Go to school (Remember, you’re in a village and you’re a good girl so you’re still staying with your sick family, no offence, imaginary parents...)

4.    Clean the home, cook the utensils...just do what Rapunzel did, okay?

5.    GET THE BAD GIRL in you. Leave your home, fled for the city. How do you go? It’s so impossible. You run.

6.    Find work as a maid.

7.    Where do you live? In a remote room in a construction house.

8.     Get into the proper city. Get amazed. How do the girls wear this stuff? So many talks about women power, but where is it??

9.    You don’t like it. Ignore the men making cheap dialogues.

10.           You don’t like it this way either. Punch the men hard.

11.           Oops.

12.           The men belong to the typical ‘gunda gang’. You fool!!

13.           The men are ready to teach you a lesson.

14.           NOW WHAT???? What are those two legs you have for? RUN!!

15.           Shout out loud, “Jai mata di”. Get saved.

16.           Get educated in some way or the other (now don’t ask me how, I’m not always having awesome imagination!)

17.           Get a loan and start any type of business.

18.           Get rich. You own a BMW, you wear the attire you once asked, “How do women wear this stuff”?

19.           Now you’re the woman. Live every girl’s life. Go to the metro and experience those goggling eyes, get winked by those nonsensical-could have done the earth much good without-being-born-people.

20.           Just survive.

21.           Question. And live without getting the answer.

THE END.

HOPE + PATIENCE + PROTESTING + STANDING UP+ DESIRE+ HUNGER = ANSWER?

Or am I missing something?

movies- for the mother in you

Here are  movies I recommend, for mothers:

- Baby on Board

- The Turning Point

- Mrs. Doubtfire 

- The Parent Trap

- Freaky Friday (my daughter and I liked the 2003 one much better)

-Mamma Mia

-One true Thing

A cliche? No, both the lives are hard

                                          

-Anywhere but here (I'm not exactly old- fashioned  but....)

-Monster- in- law

-Mr. Mom

Working, did I regret it?

When I was expecting Nandini, there was a time I had to quit work.
That was obvious. And there was no other alternative.
So I did quit and I spent my time in the house, write diary entries to myself, talking to her (or him, at that time), cleaning, cooking, sleeping.
I wondered if that was the reason many women are known as unprofessional. They have a kid, maybe lose their job, their work gets slowed down, they stop working.
I did not want to be that woman actually, no offence.

 I wanted to do something great, something that would put me on top. But, in this condition, it would be more like:


                               
Sometimes, even if you work, it's taken in another way


After 9 months and a lot of time taking care of my little one, I got back to work. I was very very back, and still the same old efficient lady who never says no.
And I'm glad I did that.

I'm everything

A teacher. A mother. A sister. Luckily not a hated mother-in-law. Not even a mother in law. Wife. Woman. Daughter in law. Sister in law. Philosopher. Reader. Learner. Wanderer. Blah blah blah. Lecturer.  Well, whatever. Chef. Parent. Family gal. TV critic. Yeah, yeah.
So who introduced me to the world of blogging?
My daughter, who blogs herself.
I'm a teacher, as I said before.
I'm also a mother to two annoying great head eaters children, whom I love. They irritate make me realize that there's something new and actually idiotic different in life, even though except for showing me more than 100 ways to get irritated, I never saw anything new.
So I'm everything.
I get into a good mood and a bad one, like the opposite amount of time take to convert water into ice.
I am very wise, and at the same time I am pointless. I talk well, sometimes even without talking.
That's me. I love weekends. I hate them too. I break the house when relatives come. I fix it again.
I work on my diet and I'm very very conscious. One hour later I eat like hell.
I love me. I also wonder who is me.
I hate mountains. I love teaching, but it's not a cliche that teaching is hard, especially with kids who get on your nerves!! give you a hard time.
I work all night. Then I don't get up in the morning.
That's me. Everything.