Whatever your parents have, will ultimately be yours!

“Hi Kanchan, how are you?”

“Hi Vikas, I am fine. What happened? You called so late!”

“Yes Kanchan, I don’t know how to say this, but I think, we will have to cancel our booking for that flat.”

“Oh, why? what happened? Wasn’t the broker suppose to get the paperwork done before our wedding? And now with just a week to go, what is the issue?”

“Even I don’t know. That broker just called and said, we need to give the remaining 20 lakhs within a week, or else the booking will be cancelled and we will loose our token money too.”

“Oh, but how can he do that now? With the wedding preparations and all, already we have a lot on our heads. How are we going to arrange 20 lakhs now?”

“That is what I was thinking. May be I should cancel the booking. Yes 10 lakh token money will be gone, but it’s impossible to arrange 20 lakhs in less than a week. I will call him first thing in the morning and cancel the flat. It’s just that, I did not wanted you to suffocate in our small flat, with a joint family, so I booked that flat, to give you a comfortable life. But I guess, we will have to let it go and look for another one in a few years.”

“Vikas, 10 lakhs is a big amount. Can’t the broker refund it?”

“No, I asked him and he refused.”

“Vikas, wait for sometime. Let me call you back.”

“Vikas, I just spoke to Dad. He is ready to give 20 lakhs. He said, he wanted to give a nice gift for the wedding anyways and was thinking of buying a car. But a house sounds even better and he said he will pay for it. He wanted to give the entire 30 lakhs, but I refused and told him to give 20 lakhs only.”

“No Kanchan, I can’t accept the money from you. I wanted to buy the flat for us, with my own money and I would have easily paid the installments, but this broker messed the whole thing. No! I better cancel the flat. How can I take money from your father?”

“It is OK Vikas, remember, your parents are my parents and my parents are your parents. And what shame in taking help from parents? Dad is happy to help. Let him.”

“Ok Kanchan, I don’t want to, but if you are pushing so much, then I will let him help, but I will return the money soon.”

“Ok baba, whatever you want to.”

“I love you, Kanchan.”

“I love you too,Vikas.”


“Vikas, Can we buy a small car for me? It takes more than 2 hours to reach office by bus. If I have my own car, I can drive to office and reach in less than an hour.”

“Ok, I will think about it Kanchan.”

“Kanchan, I have a better idea, Why don’t you bring over your old car from your house, that you used to drive before you got married? You can bring that car here and use it, meanwhile, I will book another, new one for you. This way you won’t have to wait for a new car.”

“Yes, I can, but Mom drives it now.”

“Oho, Mom use it to go to kitty parties and buy vegetables. She can always book a cab. She doesn’t use that car much. It mostly stands covered in the parking. Moreover just talk to your Mom and see what she thinks about it? I am sure, if she know, that you need that car, they will not say no to you.”

“Yes, they will not say no, but it doesn’t feel right to keep asking them for something or the other. We still haven’t returned the money we took for this apartment.”

“That is because you said your father wanted to gift you a flat and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, or else, I would have returned the money long back.”

“Yes, but you only said you will return……”

Vikas was angry by now “Kanchan, I gave you option to live in our old house, with the family but you chose to live seperately in an apartment. It was your choice and you asked your father for the money. I did not force you to take money from your parents and now you are making me feel as if I made you take money from your family. Plus you are the only daughter and your parents have many properties and so much money. What else will they do with it? Who else will they give it? Whatever is theirs, finally you will get it. So what is the big deal about it?”

Kanchan felt those words cutting through her heart like a dagger. It was not the first time that Vikas said all this. It has been two years to their wedding and she heard all this quite often and she always kept quite because somehow, Vikas made it all seem right. Plus she also didn’t want to fight with Vikas over all these lame issues. After all he was right. Her parents were rich and buying her a flat or that diamond set that she liked and Vikas sent the pictures to her mother, without telling her and her mother transferred the money to Vikas’s account and Vikas bought that set for her on their first anniversary. She came to know about it much later that Vikas took the money from her mother and promised to return it but never did.

Or that trip to London. When Vikas was going to London for some office project for 10 days and Kanchan wanted to go too. What will she do here alone anyways and they were newly married and wanted to spend time with each other and her father booked Kanchan’s ticket because Vikas couldn’t afford a return ticket on such short notice, but he wanted Kanchan to go with her, so he told her father and he happily booked the tickets and transferred money in his account for shopping too.

Or that new furniture or fridge or down payment for a property in Delhi. Vikas always took money from her parents on a promise to return, but he never did and her parents never asked for the money because they wanted Kanchan to be happy.

But money can’t buy happiness. She looked around her house. Ninety percent of things in this house were given to her by her parents. She was not sure how long this will go on and she hated to take money from her parents. She was always an independant girl who made her own money, from a very young age and never took help from her parents. Her parents always taught her to be financially independant and have self respect.

When she met Vikas at an office event, she thought he was a man with values and strong convincing power, that is the reason he won all the awards in the Marketing and Sales department every year. He was a man of words. The way he presented himself, Kanchan was impressed and fell in his trap.

Vikas knew she was from a rich family, while Vikas’s father was a clerk in the Income Tax department. He lived with a joint family, in a small government quarter, all his life and Kanchan’s big house and even bigger car, her carefree attitude, her lifestyle, her beauty and dressing sense, everything about her impressed him and he managed her to fall in love with him and finally marry him. He knew his life was going to change and it did.

First he bought the house and then he furnished the entire house in the most luxurious way. Then he bought a big car and many foreign trips in just two years of marriage. He loved Kanchan very much. She was a very nice girl who respected his family and took genuine care of his parents. But all this was secondary to him. He was always ambitious and he felt suffocated in the house he lived all his life. His dreams were big and he wanted to achieve much more and Kanchan was the key to all his dreams. He always kept her happy and pampered.

Kanchan understood now but she felt helpless. She touched her grown belly. It was just two more months and the baby will come. She wondered how much her parents still have to pay after the baby comes. A tear ran down her cheeks and fell on her belly. She knew what she had to do. She went inside the room and started to pack her bag. She didn’t want her baby to be like father.

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My wishlist for 2018 (wishlist of every mother)

  • I get to sleep for one entire night without any disturbance.

  • I get to spend one entire day alone, doing nothing, just chilling, relaxing and reading.

  • I get to eat my food without anyone’s foot or fingers in it or for that matter, without cleaning the poop, running nose or puke  in between.

  • I get to watch a movie.

  • I get some sleep.

  • I get to go shopping, without having to worry about the wailing and howling kids in the mall.

  • A peaceful poop time and a nice and long bath time would really be a blessing.

  • I get some more sleep.

  • An outing with friends every month….alone.

  • A nice and clean house…that remains clean an entire day.

  • I get to sleep an entire night.

  • Unbroken makeup and accessories.

  • Unbroken decorative items, utensils, furniture, lights, laptops and mobile phones etc.

  • How I wish, my kids start behaving and eat food properly without bringing the house down.

  • I get to sleep and relax one entire day and night.

  • I get my sanity back.

  • One day without shouting my lungs out, without threatening to throw away some stuff, without threatening to throw everyone out of the house.

  • My husband and kids be a little co-operative.

  • I get to sleep a little.

  • I get to go to the gym and get to work on my body too.

  • Some peace of mind would be great.

  • Some sleep would be even better.

  • A no cooking day every month.And trust me, as I am writing all this…I am laughing at myself for wishing the impossible.

But one can wish… 

Miracles happen.

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The motherkind

Types of mothers at the park:
Overprotective mom : After two blinks.. “OMG where’s my son?”
“OMG don’t sit on the rocker alone.”
“OMG don’t climb on that bush alone.”
Google mom : “What is that red patch on your arm? Let me google it.”
“Is this swing safe? Let me google it.”
“What plant is that? Let me google it.”
“Which insect is that? Let me google it.”

“What that kid is saying? Let me google it.”
LET’S GO TO THE DOCTOR” mom : “OMG you have a scratch on your leg. Let’s go to the doctor.”
“OMG there are mosquitoes today. Let’s go to the doctor.”
“OMG that friend of yours just sneezed. Let’s go to the doctor.”
Bagpack mom : “Mom can I have a snack?” “Yes honey here you go”.
“Mom I want to play with my teddy bear.”

” Yes honey here you go.”
“Mom my clothes are dirty.” “Yes honey I’ve got a change of clothes. Come let me change.”
“Mom I need to pee.” “Yes honey here’s our pot.”
Lunchbox mom : “Mom I am hungry.” “Come I’ve got lunch.”
“Mom I want to eat Pasta.” “Here, honey.”

“Mom I want to eat Pizza.” ” Here, honey.”
“Mom I need fresh watermelon juice.” Takes out watermelon from the bag. Mixer. Strainer. “Here, honey”.
Looking for a friend” mom : “That lady looks like a nice one, but why is she shouting so much?”
“That lady has so many yummy eatables in lunchbox. But if I befriend her, I’ll eat and become fat like her”.
“That lady looks fine. She has nice clothes on and is chilling in the park. Let me go and talk to her.”
Over commanding mom : “How dare you jump without asking me?”

“How dare you go there without asking me?”

“How dare you breathe without asking me?”
Angry mom : “Mom I got hurt.” “So what do you expect? If you will jump from this high a slide, you think you are superman, that you’ll land safely?”

“Mom I am hungry.” “When I ask you to eat lunch at home, you never eat and when I bring you here to the park, you are always hungry.”
Judgemental mom : “Honey don’t go and play with that boy, his clothes are dirty. He must be very notorious.”
“Why is that child alone? Where is his mother? Oh there she is, sitting and chatting with her friends 7feet away, while her son is here all alone. What kind of mother is she?”

I don’t give a damn” mom : “Mom look I am hanging upside down on the tree”. ” OK honey, just be careful.”

“Mom I fell down.” “It’s OK honey, you are strong enough. Go and play.”

“Mom I broke my arm.” “OK honey take care of my bag, I’ll just get the car and then we’ll go to the doctor.”

Where is everybody?

The malls are full,

Roadside shops are empty.

Roads are full,

Streets are empty.

Amusement parks are full,

Colony parks are empty.

TV rooms are full,

Playrooms are empty.

Restaurants are full,

Home kitchens are empty.

Weddings are full,

Funerals are empty.

Birthday messages are full,

Birthday parties are empty.

Virtual friends are full,

Get together s are empty.

Heads are full,

Hearts are empty.

Bank account are full,

Wallets are empty.

Donation boxes are full,

Beggar’s stomachs are empty.

Hatred is full,

Love is empty.

Revenge is full,

Forgiveness is empty.

Friendlist is full,

Real friends are empty.

Fashion is full,

Passion is empty.

Old age homes are full,

Grandparents rooms are empty.

Tears are full,

Laughter is empty.

Pretence is full,

Values are empty.

IQ’s are full,

Feelings are empty.

‘I’ is full

‘We’ is empty.

Romace is full,

Fidelity is empty.

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Hurdles of life

“Momma I can’t let Sara win this time.”

“But Akira, she’s  your best friend!”

“So what mumma? Last time she won the race, she was teasing me. This time I won’t let her tease me.”

“Ok darling, you have practiced a lot this time. Just focus on the hurdles and forget about winning or losing. It’s ok to lose. What matters is that, if you want something, you work hard for it and give your best. Rest everything will fall in its place on it’s own.”

“No mom I will win this time.”

“Ok, ok, fine..but if you lose, remember I will still be proud of you.”

“Ok bye mom, love you!”

“Bye love. Be careful.”

“Mom be there on time and tell dad he needs to cheer for me.”


How was I suppose to make my 7 years old daughter understand, that its ok to lose. You can’t always win. That its important to try, to work towards it and give your best shot, than to think about winning or losing. Hopefully she will understand when she grows up. 

The race began. We all took our seats and started cheering with the rest of the parents.

It was a 300 metres hurdle race. Akira had practiced a lot and I was sure she will do good here. Even if she doesn’t win, she will do good.

Akira and Sara were almost running together. Sara was fast. Akira was trying hard to keep up. I knew, that in her mind, the race was not with the rest of the children, but with Sara. 

There were moments when Sara was ahead and then Akira catched up and went ahead of her. Rest of the children were far behind. It was these two who were acing the race.

Last 80 metres were left when Sara lost her balance, on one of the hurdles and fell down. She was hurt in the knee. She tried to get up but couldn’t. Akira was a few feets ahead of Sara, when she heard her scream. She looked back and saw Sara bleeding on the track. Akira slowed down for a moment, but when she saw other children catching up, she resumed her race. She went forward a few feets but then suddenly she just stopped and came back to Sara, picked her up, moved away from the track, and made her sit on the grass just next to the racing track. None of the other children stopped. Just then there was a whistle. The race was over.

The teachers had reached the spot by then and had moved Sara, on a stretcher, to the medical room. Akira was with her all the time. 

After the prize distribution was over I saw Akira sitting disappointed in a corner. She had tears in her eyes. I went close to her and hugged her.

“Mom I didn’t win. I am sorry.”

“Oh no my dear. You did win! You won everybody’s heart out there. What you did was amazing. I know how much you wanted to win and you could have, easily, but you gave up all that and stopped and helped Sara. I can’t be happier. Even though you lost the race, I am glad you learnt the most important thing, to be compassionate, to help people, to be kind. I can’t tell you how proud I am today.”

“When Sara fell down, I did not expect you to stop. I thought you will complete the race. But you proved me wrong and I am glad you did.”

“Life is not about winning or losing. Life is about what you have learned when all is said and done. This hurdle race doesn’t count my dear. What counts is how you run the race of your life, sometimes you will win, sometimes you will lose. But you need to keep going with an open heart and take the people around you with you. This race was not just a hurdle race, it was life, and how you face those hurdles, makes you who you are and I am glad you are a good person. ”

Life is a race and you can’t win alone.

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