My little rock stars

Memoirs of my mommyhood


Our Mouse

My hi tech MIL has a wireless mouse for her laptop.

When she is not around, I flick it.

Venky goes one step ahead and flicks her whole laptop along with the mouse.

So, MIL is not around these days. Her mouse is everywhere. A couple of days back Venky comes and asks me,

“Where is MY mouse?”

I glare at him, “YOUR mouse?”

He responds , “Oh, al right … the FAMILY’s mouse. Where is it? I need it.”

Venky got 1 point for his wit. And yes, he got the mouse too πŸ™‚



Thoughts and moments

It’s been a while since I posted. Well, blame it on busy life. I’ll try to be regular now. I can’t afford to forget all the cuteness that surrounds my life right now.

On that note, yesterday during bedtime, Venky and his dad were discussing his career options

“I will be a doctor”

“That’s a good option. I can surely benefit from that during old age.”

“Uh… naaah… I’ll be a soldier (doctor is too boring)”


Tunmun chimes in, “I’ll be a Bow Wow.”

Talk about setting hard goals! πŸ™‚

While the Mayan’s Doomsday did not happen, our year ended with a bad cut on Tunmun’s forehead. It was a long and deep cut, so we had to get it sewed. The main torture was the general anesthesia that was given. Already in pain due to cut, she had to go without food or drink for almost 12 hours 😦

As my reputation goes, I do not cry easily. But when Tunmun was taken to the OT to be stitched I broke down. And I suspect Vibhu was wiping his own wet eyes as he strolled outside. Later that evening, when my daughter was back in her spirits I couldn’t help thinking what Nirbhaya’s parents must be going through on seeing their battered daughter.

I always promised myself that my daughter will never realize that once upon a time sons and daughters were brought up differently. But can I really do that? The day steps out on the street, she’ll have to be ready to face some form of sexual harassment. Stares, lewd comments, groping, molestation, rape, death. Brace up because you are a woman and you dared to come out of home. Not that it does not happen within the confines of a home.

The common Indian man is taught to have such low respect for women and their rights that this is not going to get fixed any time soon. The women who protested at mid night in Hyderabad were harassed as soon as they dispersed after the protest.

I remember every single “incident” that happened to me. Thankfully, there were not too many (probably around 10 – yeah, that is not too many in India)Β and not too major. Mostly something was said, shown or an unwanted brush. The first memory I have of it was when I was 6. And it was well within the confines of my home while my parents and grandmother were there too. My daughter is almost 3 and she spends most of her time without either parents around her. This will be increasingly so. I like to believe that she is protected. But, well.. is she?

So, I was saying that I remember every single incident of sexual harassment that I witnessed. And every time I think of them, my blood still boils. Not to mention the misery that I went through for some days/weeks/months when they happened. And I promised myself that my daughter will face none of this.

I also promised that my daughter will get the freedom she deserves. Now, I often wonder how am I going to keep both the promises.

Coming back to Tunmun’s fall. When Vibhu heard me and his daughter shout, in a bid to come to her rescue soon, he hopped, skipped, jumped and sprained his ankle. During the course of the day, he had to carry her many times for long durations and he did all of that effortlessly.

Finally, when we were home with Tunmun doing fine that he complained of pain. He said that it had never pained during the course of the day. Vibhu’s ankle had swelled and he couldn’t walk properly for next 3 days. I wonder if it was perfect timing, or did his mind block out the pain when his daughter was in need? A dad cannot get more doting than this πŸ™‚

Finally, all is well and we are off on a vacation soon. Will post pics once am back! It’s a long post but well… it’s been a long time and I’ve been writing it for last 3 days.