Archive for February 4th, 2010

Even before I had RS, I had decided on her name. Something which meant that she is not just a part of my body, but also a part of my soul.

I love my daughter to bits.

So much so that I dedicated many posts to her. Just two days back, I poured out my feelings for her yet again.

And this evening, I came back home to read this news in the paper, titled, “Still the second sex“.

The article does not contain the image that was along with this news. Am posting it here :-

Baby girl in bin

The image is small, but its vivid enough. If this doesn’t rent the heart apart, what does??

A day-old baby girl , dumped in a bin, near a reputed hospital in a reasonably crowded locality. No one knew how long the kid was there. She was dead when found.

Gruesome comes nowhere close to defining this act.

Aren’t children supposed to be gifts of God?

Is the mother aware that her child was discarded like this?

Did she protest?

Can she rest in peace knowing that a part of her body lay rotting in a trash bin?

Tell me woman, do you have the guts to look at yourself in the mirror? Do you sleep peacefully in the night?

I don’t have words to describe what I felt after seeing this pic!

Whatever their reason, this act is unforgivable.

I can only thank Allah that RS has a loving family, where everyone dotes on her.

And send a silent prayer for this angel whom no one wanted.

Rest in peace girl. Will you accept an apology from a reluctant member of this society where sweethearts like you get the boot right at birth?

It’s not all that bad a place. You just chose the wrong people to be born to. Or maybe you didn’t have a choice. But believe me, not all of us are like this. There are people who do love their daughters. Genuinely.

Come back to this world once more, girl.

But only, if you want to .

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A typical case of justice delayed, justice denied!!

So the school is now held accountable for expelling Ruchika 19 years back.

Would it have helped the case any better if Ruchika was not expelled?

Would she have not taken that drastic step if she wasn’t expelled?

Sadly, we’ll never know.

But the school is definitely guilty. And MUST be held accountable. So must the Tennis Academy where Ruchika was a member.

Somewhere, I’d read that Rathore’s daughter (lets call her RD)was in the same school as Ruchika and she could not face the harassment of meeting Ruchika everyday in school. This was cited as a possible reason for Ruchika’s ouster.

There are times when I wonder what goes through RD’s mind now.

But it calls for an all new post in itself.

For now, I’m glad that at least some steps are being taken to make sure that her parents get the justice they are fighting for.

Ruchika’s death must not be in vain.

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When I met Atul Kulkarni

Long back,about 6-7 years back, dad was visiting Pune. When I got back from college, I found him watching a movie CD on the comp.

Dad called out to me and pointing to a guy on the screen asked me if I knew who he was. There was this lanky guy with the meanest look in his eye. Looked new to me. I shrugged my shoulders and told Dad that I had no clue.

Later that night, I watched the same movie, “Dum“.

The guy playing the role of “Encounter Shankar” was mind-blowing good!! No wonder Dad was asking about him. How come I hadn’t seen him before?? Going through the credits once more, I came across his name. Atul Kulkarni.

A few weeks later, I got a chance to see “Chandni Bar“.  And I was hooked. I used to eagerly look forward to his films. One of his best performances was in “Satta“. He totally owned the middle-aged politician role!!

At work one day, good buddy Shripad (from here) asked me if I was interested in buying tickets of a marathi play for my mom. My mother was visiting me those days and once in a while, she had expressed a desire to watch a marathi play (she hadn’t watched a play in more than 25 years, since she married dad!!)

Shripad and his fiancee were going for the show and I asked him to buy one ticket for mom too. The he told me that the play had Atul Kulkarni in the lead role.

Thats it.

I just HAD To go.

The play’s name was “Samudra” , and it was supposedly a deeply profound and thought-provoking drama (going by the expression on the faces of Mom, Shripad and his fiancee). I, for one, couldn’t keep my eyes off the main character. I didn’t understand a word he spoke. Just that he had immense presence.

Once the play was over and we were heading towards the exit, Shripad’s fiancee asked me if I was interested in meeting Atul Kulkarni.

“Are you kidding ?? Lead me to him”, I yelled.

She took me back-stage and there he was. A tall lanky guy, busy signing autographs.

My heart was threatening to burst out of my chest and here I was, standing in front of this guy, an ugly grin plastered on my face.

“Hi, I’m N. I love your work”, I said.

“Thank you. Did you enjoy the play?”, he asked me politely.

“Ummm ……not really”.

“Why not??” he was concerned.

“I don’t understand Marathi. I came here just to see you”, I blurted.

Must say, he had the grace to blush.

There were unruly people pushing us from behind and I had to wrap up my talk-time with Mr.AK.

But I was happy. Nothing pleases one more than a humble celebrity. A person , good at what he does, but still having starry airs about him.

I’ve seen plenty of his movies after that, and I’ve loved each role of his (except for the one Dilli 6. Why-O-Why did he accept such a  DUMB role??)

And now, for a second time, I’m gonna sit through his movie without understanding the language.

Yup, am gonna watch “Natrang“, a movie which everyone here is raving about.

Am sure you’re gonna be great. As always.

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Got this mail from BFS. Loved it at the first read . It SO goes with my kind of thinking 😀

Here goes :-


Gonna Be a Bear

In this life , I’m a Woman. In my next life, I’d like to come back as a bear.

When you’re a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months.

I could deal with that.

Before you hibernate, you’re supposed to eat yourself stupid.

I could deal with that too.

When you’re a girl-bear, you get to birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you are sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute, cuddly cubs.

I could definitely deal with that!

If you’re a mamma bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too.

I could deal with that.

If you’re are a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat.

Yup, gonna be a bear!!

Gonna be a bear 🙂

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For my Frisky Rabbit :)

Dear SS,

I wrote a letter to your sister yesterday and I realized how very unfair it was to leave you out.

It wasn’t because you are less important. No. Never.

It was only because your sister showers so much love on you that it almost makes me choke with emotion.

You, my dear boy, are her exact opposite.

What you lack in strength, you make up in speed and agility.

What you lack in expressions, you make up in actions.

More than RS, we are protective and possessive about you. You were born very tiny. Very fragile. Your amniotic sac had almost dried up and thats why I had to be operated upon to bring you out. Those initial days were traumatic, to say the least. When you lost weight in those initial days and came down to 1.5kgs, I wept buckets. I was scared out of my wits. No amount of consolation from doctors could bring me out of my gloom. It was just a few days since you were born, but yet, you had such a strong hold on me. I could not bear the thought of you being away from me.

God heard my prayers, I guess. We didn’t need to put you in an incubator or to hospitalize you. You came back home with me. You were your nani’s pet. While I was busy with RS, your nani would spend hours with you. Bathe you , feed you (am sorry to say, you had to be bottle fed. It’s a long story, a painful one….someday, hopefully, you will understand!). She would spend hours staying awake just to make sure that you slept peacefully.

You, my tiny tot, were such a screamer!! So each time, your nappy was wet, you yelled. When you were hungry, you yelled. When you pooped, you yelled. When you farted, you yelled louder!! You were more vocal than all the Mahila Mukti Mandals put together!! You kept us on our toes. All the time!

Your progress, though slower than RS, was by no means average. You picked up moods faster. You understood when someone yelled at you (RS still doesn’t get it!!). We ask you to bring us something and you do. Overall, you understand words and actions much better than your sister. You are sensitive to emotions. So if anyone around you is upset, so are you. If others are happy, so are you 🙂

The other aspect about you, which still doesn’t cease to surprise  us(and at times startle) is your strength. How exactly does a pint-sized baby like you move about furniture more than twice his weight? How do you lift heavy stuff as if they were made of thermocole? You sister huffs and puffs while lifting a baby wooden stool at home. You, on the other hand, simply hold that stool with one hand, practically twirling it around your fingers!! You carry heavy boxes in your tiny hands, while we look on with our heart lodged firmly in our throats! The heavier,t he better, seems to be your motto.

Why this love for weights, boy?? Are you training to be a body-builder like your grandfather ? We have almost decided on buying you little dumb-bells for your second birthday 🙂

As for your sister, well I know you sneak kisses at her when she’s sleeping. You can’t fool me there. I saw you doing it one too many times now. So what if you don’t have loud smacky kisses like her, you do bend your head and touch your lips to her head. Something which you never do with us (What is this secret anyway?!! Are we so repulsive that you and your sister refuse to kiss us?!!)

When she tries to grab things out of your hands, you give in willingly. There are many times I’ve prodded you to snatch it back from her. But you wont.

Very rarely, when you are in no mood to share, you give her the slip. Turning your back on her, you dodge her in every possible way, till she gives up in frustration. You’ve devised your own methods to deal with her and I can’t help but wonder at the extent to which a one-year-old mind can think and act.

You , my baby, are everything I ever wanted in a boy and more. You are smart, funny, you have a dazzling smile which gives you an all new radiance (that is, when you are not being your solemn self!). You are bright, intelligent, loving. You make the least fuss at meal and sleep time. You can entertain yourself for hours with a silly piece of toy or anything that is heavy!

Along with RS, you are an integral part of me. I cannot describe the love that I have for you.

You might grow up, become a big strappy lad and yet, I’ll still think of you as my baby. When you get up in the morning and smile at me, it feels as if my heart will burst with pleasure. I cannot recollect what life was like, before you came into it.

If there is anything I pray for, it is for God to give you a stronger body. I wish I could take away your ability to contract diseases!! Your immunity is very low and thats what worries me most 😦

But then, I look at you carrying the 5 Ltr pressure cooker by the handle, and my fears are put to rest. Things, for now, look pretty good 🙂

I run the risk of incurring your wrath for the rest of my life , but I just HAVE to post this pic of yours. You were always dressed in baby tees and shirts. The day we put this dress on you for a joke, you were so enamoured by the frills, that you twirled around in pleasure (Not to mention, posed for a zillion pics )

SS, my Son

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