Modern Day Mothers’ Dilemma

The discussion began with a small project my colleague had to complete for her five years old son. It was a project given in his school. They had to collect pictures of the different modes of transportation currently being used: rail, road, and water. We discussed the different car brands available and also about the boats, ships, yachts, and hovercrafts.

The discussion headed in the direction of how cumbersome the projects were for those tiny souls. “Well, it’s homework for the parents rather than the children,” another colleague commented. Her child’s school too gave her child such assignments and she too engaged in such homework completion tasks.

“I feel so guilty that I cannot do full justice to his assignments. Well, some of his friend’s mothers who are housewives come with such brilliantly finished products. I just cannot match it,” another colleague shared her guilt.

“I remember completing drawings for my sister-in-law,” I added.

“How can they expect so small children to surf the net and get these images,” another colleague added.

“But the children today are so smart,” another colleague added. “Yeah, my six years old son knows more about my iPhone than I do,” a male colleague joined in.

The talk gradually drifted towards the sweet things each other’s children do. We reminisced the incident at the office gathering where one of our colleague’s son ended up answering “My Name is Sheela” when the anchor asked him his name. Nowadays, it’s “Deewana Kar Raha Hai” from Raaz3 that a colleague quickly added.

“My son comes home and names a different girl from his class as his best friend,” that colleague further shared.

“Oh! So we have a Casanova in the making,” I jokingly added.

“No, I am happy he does that. At least, I know that his sexual preferences are normal. After listening to the various news and stories in office, it is really scary,” she commented with a sigh of relief.

 Just then somebody informed us that our CEO is entering the office. All of us scampered towards our respective desks. 

 

2020 – The year that doesn’t seem to end.

    Today, people across the world are eagerly looking forward to 2021 with the hope that the next year will bring something good.

    I, though, didn’t have much to look forward to considering the various events that transpired in the last two days.

    But, I just got the news that BABUCHA, our neighbor’s grandson met with an accident and succumbed to his injuries. 

    Though he was thirty years old, I can still remember his childhood days and the love he showered on me. He always shared food with me. In fact, he used to always take two parts – one for me and one for him. He always shoved chocolates into my mouth when he was a child. Later they shifted to Ulhasnagar and we lost touch. But, his childhood love and mischief are fresh in my mind like they happened yesterday.

    I was feeling low because of the turbulences in my life, but this has completely shattered me. I cannot get his face off my mind. I feel like I want to cry aloud. I am feeling very low.

    I just don’t feel like doing anything.

‘Bichde Sabhi Bari Bari’

This line from the song in the film ‘Pyaasa’ fits my plight perfectly. I seem to have perfected this uncanny knack of loosing friends one after the other. No matter how hard I try, all my good friends have evaporated from my life like the water on a sunny highway. They gradually fade away from my life very much like the silhouette of the person on a foggy wintry morning does when he decides to accelerate and move ahead after walking some distance besides you.

 It’s amazing how fast I tend to loose touch with good friends. I seem to do it with unprecedented perfection. Friends whose friendships I had cherished have all gone away from my life one by one. It’s not that I part with friends on an unfriendly note. They just seem to dwindle into the thin air after some time. It is not that I do not make efforts to retain them. They just seem to grow indifferent or move to a distant land and then grow light years apart or vanish into some other galaxy.

 I end up making new friends only to loose them one fine day. I make new friends in the anticipation that they will stay only to meet with the disappointment of loosing them some day. History keeps repeating itself. Some new friends have already gone, some have begun to drift apart, some will in the near future….The lines just keep coming back to me, “Bichide sabhi baari baari…”

Imtehanon Ka Daur Kab Gujrega?

Many a times I have questioned myself whether I can get out of this situation. The answers are mixed. Sometimes I feel I can and at other times I realize that no matter how hard you try your destiny has been written and you cannot go beyond the written word.

 I have often read the rags to riches stories. How some one with his sheer grit, perseverance and belief changed his destiny. But, then come to think of it, his destiny could have been written that way. If it is not so, then why does one who does the same things doesn’t get an equal success. I have seen artists dedicate their entire lives to art and lead a paupers life. While someone who is less passionate and hard working climbs the popularity charts and becomes a celebrity.

The answers are not convincing. I feel if you are destined to do become successful, only then will you get the dedication, perseverance and patience to accomplish your goals. If not, you will continue to fight against odds and loose. After which you will whine how unfair life is and continue to try again. Then, someone who doesn’t have the faintest of the ideas of what you have undergone and the efforts you have put in will come and tell you that you need to be passionate about what you do and put it more hard work. Just having an aspiration is not enough. Saw XYZ in your field, how hardworking and dedicated he is. He practices day-in and day out unlike you. They will rub salt on your wounds and if that was not enough, from nowhere life will fling a supplement from a leading newspaper featuring your Mr XYZ chilling out in a social do surrounded by some on the best looking beauties in town.  

Sleepwalking

This morning as I was half heartedly walking to the station to go to work I saw a sight that was a visual representation of my thoughts this morning –Why do I have to drag myself to work? Why can’t I live life on my terms?

 As I pulled myself towards the station I saw a mother take her daughter to school. They were seated inside the rickshaw. The mother was holding the small girl upright because she was completely asleep. She was wavering left to right in completely sync with the turns and bumps the rickshaw was manoeuvring.

My state was no different. In fact, each one of us is like that child. The only difference is that our eyes are open, but our minds are asleep. Our heart wants to do something, but we are forcing ourselves to do otherwise. We are all moving ahead like that girl. We are all sleepwalking.

Generation Gap

Generation Gap

I boarded my regular 8:40am Belapur local this morning. The train was pretty empty but I did not get to sit till Vashi. A family boarded the train at Govandi. They were perhaps going on a vacation or maybe returning.  This I concluded because they were lugging themselves into the train with a number of huge traveling bags.

The family comprised of a father, mother, son, and daughter. (Let me assure you that I am not gender-biased and the order of listing is purely based on their respective ages)

At Vashi a few seats got vacant. I sat opposite a middle-aged man while that family found places in the row adjacent to which I was sitting. The young girl was sitting just opposite me. She was not very beautiful, but you would not feel repulsive-looking at her either. As the train kept moving ahead I happened to catch glimpses of her at regular intervals. After a while, I noticed that the middle-aged man, who was sitting in front of me, too was looking in the same direction. He was looking in that direction with great focus and concentration. Out of sheer curiosity and also because I did not have something more constructive to do, I decided to check out that man’s area of interest. I strained my posture and without looking too obvious directed my view in that direction. I had assumed that he would be ogling at that teenage girl. But, soon I realized that my assumption was not as great as I prided it to be.  After little efforts, it was confirmed that he was eyeing the mother of that teenage girl.  

 I smiled and told myself, “Wow! What a classic example of Generation Gap.”

 

THOUGHTSCOOP - CIRCA 3000

Life 988 years down the line....

I came home after a horribly exhausting day at college, literally threw my stuff and went off to sleep....

After a few hours some weird sounds broke my sleep.I could hear robots in my living room.I happened to see myself in the mirror and found my own self too transformed into a PROGRAMMED human.

I was almost amnesic.I had no idea what I had been doing before the life I was currently witnessing... or rather the non-living world before me which seemed so life-like.
I gave in to my curiosity and got out of my home. I could see a changed "SUN" in the sky that day. Clouds seemed different and so did the trees and water. Everything had been transformed for the better.

As I got into the streets, I could see microchips scattered here and there. Everything had turned digital. Everyone was a robot. The strange part was that we had all turned into robots but we looked so much human.We talked, we smiled, we laughed, we walked and did things just the way we used to do. I could only recall this much from my memory chip which was almost formatted in the transition. I asked a friendly looking girl where was I. She beamed at me and replied-"Welcome to 3000 A.D. We have been teleporting everyone to this awesome world and you have been the 10001st person to get teleported. Have a great journey in this world of eternity"....

Saying this she showed me that I had been inked with the number 10001 on my palm.I was pleasantly surprised seeing the digitally advanced world.

Image Courtesy: Google Images

I could see vehicles in the sky. None were on the streets with robots driving them. What a scene it was!!!
Some fascinating magnetic cars were being driven in the air....

Life seemed so much better in 3000 A.D.

But life, it seemed, had not changed much even in 3000 A.D. Just like 2012, the moment life felt good, it sprang a nasty surprise. This surprise was in form of a loud siren which all other robots scuttling. Suddenly, everyone had the same expression... the expression of fear! They hurried off into places of shelter while I ignorantly stood there in the open. What looked like a storm followed; only this storm preceeded a huge air ship which descended vertically. I watched with my tin mouth wide open before I saw a shower of light! It came from a barrage of laser gun fire from what seemed to be robot soldiers (well, they were all dressed in the same uniform so I assumed such).

The air ship returned fire! Now all ammunition of the soldiers, the tanks, infantry etc. were rendered useless. The ship's fire destroyed everything in its path... houses, tanks, shelter, buildings, roads, robots... I ran as fast my metal legs would carry me, but I was caught bang in the middle of the firing. The future seemed to blur; all that mattered right now was survival, which seemed unlikely! What I didn't realize was that I was running in circles to avoid gunfire from the soldiers and the ship. I ended up running towards the ship which snapped me into it through a huge light ray. The jerk with which I landed on board the ship knocked me out.

When I awoke, I was surrounded by life forms which were composed of flesh, unlike us robots. They were gazing at me with piercing eyes. "Wh.. Where am I? Who are you? What do you want?" These questions tried coming out but I choked. Sensing my paranoia, one life form answered "Greetings, dear robot! We're living creatures from the planet Quantonia! The print on your palm is fresh, which means you've come in new. We're trying to research how we can acquire an exoskeleton like yours. We are light years ahead of you in technology. Acquiring this exoskeleton will make us INVINCIBLE!" They laughed in unison and looked at me with mirthless eyes.

"No! No! Let me go! LET ME OUT!" was all I could scream as they assembled their space age tools to experiment on me. I was their guniea pig, or guniea robot. They would find out all they could about robots through me, and then, they assured, they would kill me.  

All the tools were kept on the table. My screams fell in deaf ears, the cuffs bonding my hands and feet were too strong to be broken. I got tired after a while, rested my head and accepted this cruel twist that fate threw at me.

All of a sudden, I could feel someone hitting me.

It was my younger brother trying to wake me up as I was crying incessantly in my sleep.

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