First blog post

Hey everyone, I know I am not a pro at writing but I have just begun. And I didn’t even knew I could until I picked up a pen and started to write and then it all came naturally to me. Through this blog I could write what I have in the heart of my heart, I could show the world what I feel and what I think. Let us all make a small family and lets begin our journey on a positive note. God bless our journey we are about to commence.



Women’s day…? Really…?

Year after year, I keep asking the same question to myself and to my friends, but never have received a satisfactory answer, ever. Why do we need women’s day? Why a day is devoted to us? Why has it been so much commercialized and media making a big deal out of it? Why do we need a day to remind everyone that we are equal or that we women are strong and powerful? there a day for men? Like a Men’s day or something? Or is it that every day is Man’s day but we women need a day to celebrate our being.

Ages have gone by, but till today, in this modern world, we women are asking for permissions, we are confirming our equality by giving ourselves a special day, we need a confirmation to feel special, we need a confirmation to feel strong. We need our men to make us feel special on a day and to tell us that we are equal to them. We celebrate the bravery and achievements of many women on a day, we celebrate womenhood on a day. We want this male driven society to make us feel proud that we are women.

How I wish, we women knew for sure that we are not just a womb, but much, much more than that. We not just give birth but also raise the future. We don’t need someone to remind us on a specific day, how special we are, we know we are special, we know we are strong, God also knew that only women are capable of bringing life, we women are not just equal to men, but so much more. We take care of the house, we raise children, we run a family, we design the future, we run businesses, we rule the sports, we run corporates, but still need a day to prove our worth.

Dear Men, imagine a world without women. Can you? Also let me tell you that my women’s day will be the day when your ego won’t hurt on my salary cheque with a zero more than yours.

My women’s day will be the day when you stop killing me in the womb.

My women’s day will be the day when you stop hitting me over a daal less salty.

My women’s day will be the day when you stop asking for money to marry me.

My women’s day will be the day when you stop using me like just a body without a soul.

My women’s day will be the day when the rape ratio decreases from 92/day to 0/day.

My women’s day will be the day when your face glows on my birth, just as much, on the birth of a boy.

My women’s day will be the day when I get equal rights on education, property, job and what not.

My women’s day will be the day when raising children will be your job too.

My women’s day will be the day when you come home early to cook food and not just sit infront of TV.

My women’s day will be the day when you realise that we need to teach our little boys to respect women, to learn how to cook, to not rape a women if she’s alone and vulnerable.

Dear men, we don’t need a day to be celebrated, we want our lives to be celebrated.

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Dreams, the light of life

It was getting dark. One look at the clock and Rashmi started to hurry. It was mid December, so the days were short. He must be waiting for her in the cold, accross the street. She had to leave at 6 PM, but last moment guests came over and she had to stay to prepare tea and snacks. Smriti didi was very nice to her. She often gave her extra money and fashionable clothes, along with the books and magazines. It was Smriti didi who helped her learn how to write her name and encouraged her to read and write. It was Smriti didi who complained against her father to the police because he used to beat Rashmi and her mother. She would do anything for Smriti didi.

“Didi, I have cleaned the kitchen, do you want me to do anything else or can I go?”

“Oh yes Rashmi, you can go, sorry I forgot you have to go far and its already dark outside. Take an auto. Here, take 50 Rs.”

“Thank you didi. Bye. I will come early tomorrow to help you clean the store room.”

She closed the main door behind her and ran down the stairs. She was 1 hour late. “He will be very angry with me. I am late but I will save these 50 Rs for something more important.”

Raghav, her husband, who was standing across the street, moved towards her, when he saw her rushing out the building. “Do you realise how late you are today? I have asked you so many times to stop working, but you never listen to me.”

“No Raghav, Smriti didi is pregnant and she needs my help. She has always helped me. I can’t leave her at this time.”

“Ok ok fine. Now speed up or we will be late. Did you eat something?”

“Oh I forgot, here, eat these snacks, Smriti didi gave them for you, and yes, I have already eaten.”

They started to walk faster. It was very cold but they had to reach on time. They were already late. It was still 2 kms away and it was a dark stretch, hardly any light. They had a flashlight and they were moving towards their destination as fast as they can.

They could see light in a distance. A bulb hanging from a pole was alight and they both started to move even faster.

Rahim kaka was waiting for both of them. “You both are late today. Quickly get on the boat. I will drop you in 5 minutes.”

The boat was full and there was dense fog. They both got on the boat and Rahim kaka started to row the boat towards their destination. They could see the dim light coming from the bulb hanging from the pole as it got closer and closer.

Soon they reached their destination. It took more than usual due to the fog but they were happy they reached. Swiftly they got off the boat and ran towards to light. Around 30 men and women, mostly domestic helps and security gaurds, were sitting and writing something in their notebooks.

“Rashmi, Raghav you are late today. Come sit quickly and start writing the notes. We are learning about the names of different states and their capital cities tonight.”

“Yes madam.”

Rashmi considered herself very lucky to have a husband like Raghav, who not only took good care of her and loved her, but also motivated her to move ahead in life. They both couldn’t have kids, but Raghav was not effected by it and never changed his behaviour towards her, even after his mother’s continuous efforts to remarry his son to someone else. Instead, he supported Rashmi in everything and helped her achieve her dream to study. Rashmi’s father was against her going to school and he married her off to Raghav very young. But she got lucky to have such a husband who not only supported her but was there with her on every step of life.

Raghav worked as a security gaurd and Rashmi as a cook in day time and they both attended night classes run by Retired Colonel Samiksha Banerjee, who used to teach such people, free of cost.

Rashmi wanted to become a teacher at the primary school in her village, and it was still a long way to go. But she was following her dream and with support of her husband Raghav, she knew she will make it one day.


Let kids be kids

We all love our kids… don’t we? No matter how they are. They can be a pain in the neck through the day, but we love them with all our heart. We keep trying to give them good values, telling them to do the right thing, teaching them virtues of life. But at times we step a little further and start expecting more from them. Times like when we mothers gather in a party or at the park or bus stop to pick and drop our kids, we discuss about a certain test or a competition or a sports trial, and that’s the time we see how well the other kid is doing, while our kid tried but failed. Our heart aches more at the success of the other kid than the failure of ours. And then begins the race of making our child better than everyone and in this pretence we overburden our kids and take away their fun of childhood.

We have grown up listening to the stories of Mr Sharma’s bright son and Mr Mehta’s studious daughter, and we hated those lecture sessions, when our parents told us how rotten we are, and how we will land up doing nothing in life. But trust me you guys, I have seen Mr Sharma’s bright son struggling to find a decent job for himself while I was doing much better. Mr Mehta’s studious daughter could not get admission in a college, even though her marks were good, while I cleared because I had decent marks along with sports certificates.

So we can not judge how the kids will do in future just looking at the marks they are scoring right now. They might not do so well right now, but may be in future they do well ,or may be they are doing well right now, but in future they don’t. So the best way is to let them be. As parents, all we need to do is pay attention towards them and help them with their studies as much as possible but don’t put pressure on them to perform because then they will wilt from the inside and soon lose interest. Let them have fun while they still can. Let them live their childhood because it is not going to come back again. Let them find their interest, be it studies or sports or music or dancing or painting..anything. Every child is different and unique in its own way. Some are born with a talent while some find it over time, so let them get there, just be with them, support them and raise a happy child not an overburdened, stressed, unhappy child. Don’t take-away their innocence from them. These days, while they are still hovering around you, with their mud stained hands and feet, dirty clothes and wide smiles are not going to come back. Enjoy these days with them. Let them be mischievous. Let them play in the rain. Let them hide their chapatis behind their almirah. Let them be jolly. You are surely never going to regret your decision of letting them be. Stop competing with fellow moms, and try to look and appreciate the qualities in your children and never..never compare your little one with other children of their age.

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Shubnita Singh

That middle class girl


My new found happiness


Dear husband..I need more than just money from you!!

Shreya married Vikas 9 years back. They met in college, fell in love, their families were not very happy but they got married. One year passed in making everyone happy and getting to know everyone.

Due to family pressure, Shreya became pregnant in the first year of marriage.

They had a beautiful daughter. Both were happy. Shreya got busy with the girl and Vikas with his work. He felt a slight burden of responsibility on his shoulders all of the sudden, so he started to work harder.

Shreya and Vikas both were very fun loving couple. Before they got married, they went to clubs and parties and had a happening lifestyle. But now Shreya had to take care of Vikas’s family and her little baby, so Vikas started to hang out with his friends. All day he was in office and later in the evening, he would hang out with his friends and came home after their daughter slept. And because he was not around so much, the girl was more attached to her mother, although Vikas was never bothered about it.

Time flew and after 8 years of marriage, they had another baby. This time it was a boy. Again the same thing happened. Shreya took all the responsibility on her own shoulders and Vikas was busy with his work and friends. Shreya took care of everything, from her daughter’s studies, to the house, to the small baby. She managed everything. She got so used to it, that she never needed Vikas’s help in anything. She managed everything well on her own. On the other hand, Vikas also got used to his freedom. He knew Shreya didn’t need his help and he was free in his own world. He knew the kids were taken well care of and so he spent less and less time with them. He never took them out or played with them. He never asked Shreya to come out with him because he didn’t wanted to handle the kids. He wanted to go alone with Shreya, but not with the kids, as then he won’t be able to enjoy and will be burdened by the responsibility of children only.

Shreya hated all this, but she kept silent because she didn’t want to break up with her husband. She was trying to make everyone happy and in that context, she was the most unhappy.

With time, this absence of Vikas in her life started taking a toll on their relationship and she felt depressed and lonely. Vikas went to office early in the morning and came home late at night everyday, after the kids slept. So basically all day Shreya had to manage both the kids and the house alone. And if she complained about it to Vikas, or tried to convey about her mental state to Vikas, he would call her a nagging, cribbing and crying wife.

Shreya was always tired and in a foul mood most of the time. Her hair had started to grey in early 30s and skin started to age. She had put on weight while Vikas went to gym and played a sport everyday and he was fit and looked younger.

Shreya didn’t knew what to do with her life? She didn’t knew how to make Vikas understand that she needs him more in her life, the kids need their father around, that she needs more than just money from him. She needed his time, love and affection. She needed to be taken care of. She needed her husband, not a housemate who leaves in the morning and comes home at night and pays her rent.

What do you, as a reader suggest Shreya should do?


You know you’re a mom when

You know you’re a mom when: You’re singing rhymes in bathroom. 

In your handbag, make up is replaced by babywipes, pacifiers, milkpowder, caps, mittens, diapers etc. 

Your heels are replaced by sneakers and flats. 

Your beautiful sequinned dresses are replaced by sweatshirts and yoga pants. 

Your expensive cosmetics are replaced by baby products. 

Your refrigerator is full of baby food. 

Wine bottles are replaced by juice cans. 

Spicy and tangy food is replaced by whatever your baby eats (mostly bland food…less spicy, less sweet, less salt).

You literally live on Pizza.

When you go shopping, you visit kids section first and probably come back from there having spent most of your money. 

Your house is full of baby furniture, baby walkers, baby strollers, baby by cycles etc. 

You can’t remember how beautiful and clean your house looked before you had kids. 

Half of your bedroom is turned into baby nursery. 

Most of the bed is occupied by baby, baby toys, stuffed toys, baby books etc. 

Your bed sidetable looks like a medical store counter.

Doctors (paediatrics) recognise you by your children.

You’ve started to drink water from baby sipper and eat all the left over in your baby plate. 

You have spent numerous sleepless nights cramped in baby cot. 

Sexy lingerie are replaced by Sports bra and comfy wear. 

Your phone is full of baby rhymes and cartoon apps. 

Movie dates and night outs are a thing of past. 

Play dates and park time are your only outings and recreation. 

Romantic chats are replaced by grocery list and potty discussion.

 Your kid’s friend’s moms (fellow moms) are your only friends left. 

And the list is endless, but I will stop here to say, no matter what, no matter all above is true to the ‘T’… we love our children and we may whine and sulk but we do everything and more for our kids without blinking an eye.