“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.” — Albert Einstein
“The days are long, but the years are short.” ― Gretchen Rubin, The Happiness Project: Or Why I Spent a Year Trying to Sing in the Morning, Clean My Closets, Fight Right, Read Aristotle, and Generally Have More Fun
About a year or so ago, in a very cold and snowy December, I was in the New York City visiting a dear friend and his family. His two kids- a daughter about 3 and son about 7 months old were my prime reason to visit them. The weather was too cold for me, what with snow and cold breeze in that December which was labeled unusually cold even for New York.
Recently the news highlights were about kids of Indian origin living abroad being sent to foster care, leaving behind the devastated parents in tears and shock and also landing a few in Jail.
“Mumma, what does ‘sharaabi’ mean?? “Asks Little Miss M. Totally blocked, I have no idea how to react or what to answer her.. I ask her from where she learned this word, she starts singing “balam pichkaari…. to seedhi saadi chhori sharaabi ho gai”. Thanks to Bollywood music these days, kids are having their own list of vocabulary now!!
The room had all the colours, brownish-green, orangish blue, glitters, sparkles, some shiny shimmering cut outs, palate full of muddy water half spilled on the mopped up floor and I all soused in frustration imprudently muttering constantly, one hand picking those teeny, tiny pieces and the mouth doing the task of jabbering “Just now I cleaned your room and now look what have you done.”
My brother was born a year after me, actually three days short of a year after me, and he dethroned me. In fact, as per my mother, the first word I spoke was “Cockwoch” pointing at him crawling on the kitchen floor. I beg to disagree, it seems a bit too polite by my standards.
While the Twitter timeline on most days throws up mostly pleasant thoughts and delightful blog posts to read and make me wonder why I’m still stuck in a desk job, every once in a while it also throws up a piece that leaves me feeling unsettled. A few weeks ago, it was Sorry, but being a mother is not the most important job in the world in The Guardian.
Schools now, are much different to the way they were when we were kids. The number of subjects being offered, have increased. Children have many more choices with regard to education because there is so much more being offered in schools now. What has not changed, however, is certain core elements – spelling tests being one of them.