Monday, 25 April 2016

Nek Iraadonwali Sham

Aaya hoon lekar nek iraadonwali sham
Dhalte aftab ki ranaiyaan meri jaan tere naam

Jo lamhe ghar ko lautna chahe unhe jaane do
Jeene ke liye dau pal kya kum hai
Hazaar hasratein kyoon nah baki reh jaaye
Muradonwali ek mulaqat kya kum hai

Aaya hoon lekar bina bandishonwali sham
Chenab mein utre wuh dilkash nazarein meri jaan tere naam

Ishq ka eid al-fitr maano aaj hi hai
Chaand ke sirhane baithkar karenge daawat-e-mohabbat
Nah sajde mein sar jhuke nah parde mein surat dhanke
Milon ki doori tai kar paas aa jayenge saare jazbaat

Aaya hoon lekar beinteha pyaarwali sham
Dil se nikli har dua meri jaan tere naam

Tuesday, 9 February 2016

MAMA MIA… YEH KYA HO GAYA! The Adventures of Motherhood



The other day I sat down to track photographs and activities on my Instagram account and holy cow!!! There were pictures of our baby from birth to growing into a toddler, from pooping to clay modeling and dancing to sleeping, and what not! There were many pictures of the baby and hardly a few of me and my man. That’s when I realized that I’ve been tripping over mamarazzi since the baby’s arrival in our life. You know life is full of contradictions. We wanted a baby so we planned for one and we are very happy, indeed. But at times when the baby troubles me left, right and center, I curse my husband’s sperms for making me pregnant. Oh and then the decision to quit my full-time writing career to undertake the adventures of motherhood. Trust me it’s a different ballgame altogether; tougher than THE HUNGER GAMES. 
(Confession: my gynecologist had warned my husband to never let me quit my job else I would make his life miserable).  

So, all the mamas and papas out there, read on and enjoy the adventure.  

#1. Breastfeeding: Mother’s milk is far richer and healthier than the Somras, believe me. The Devas and the Danavas would not have stolen nor fought for the Somras had they been well-fed on the amrit called Mother’s milk. You know the biggest and the weirdest thing is that even strangers can make out by looking at the fully loaded boobs that you are a breastfeeding woman and they stare you so hard that you wish your GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY were there to protect your ‘milky way’. And then there are these agony aunts who are by-default appointed to impart some gyaan on motherhood because they’ve been there and done that. 50% of their advice is based on some ancient taboo or superstition. Don’t feel offended but don’t give a damn about it too. The worst ever advice was given to me by none other than our maid servant, “didi, aadmi ke samne bacchi ko doodh mat pilao varna doodh aana band ho jayega (Sister, don’t breastfeed the baby in front of your husband else the milk-flow will stop).” And that my friends, is called a totally unsolicited bullshit. Anyway, the baby is off my milk now and the weaning was physically and emotionally draining. But she has developed her own concept about milk. She’d lift the tetrapack of Nestle A+ milk and ask, “isme mama ka dudu hai (Is there mama’s milk in it)?”

# 2. Have you done enough?: The whole universe gets after your life the moment your offspring pops out from your womb. From family, friends and relatives to well-wishers and strangers- they all keep bugging till you’ve accomplished the to-do list. By literally being at your baby’s command to finishing off the daily household chores, you are not allowed any breathing space till you’ve done enough. And just when you feel satisfied at the end of the day, your husband comes and strikes a final blow, sara din karti kya ho (What do you do the whole day)? I’d say, “Main kuch nahin karti. Kyun ke, Parachute karta hai na complete care, protect and repair (I simply chill because Parachute Advanced is there to take care of all your needs).” https://www.youtube.com/watchv=IgNIFbAbZf4  You know who is the biggest culprit of it all? It’s your own sense of guilt, which at times push you off the limit. Motherhood is all about endurance from week 1 of gestation till you breathe your last. Don’t fill it with guilt, rather do your best to give this world the human it needs. I have developed this unique camaraderie with my mommie and mother-in-law and deep respect for every mother in the world after becoming one. I apologize to my parents, especially to my Maa for being such a melodramatic child and a pain in the ass. (For the record, my man doesn’t care if the food is not ready and the house is decorated with my undies. Not because I have written ‘don’t mess with me’ on my forehead but because he understands the intricacy of parenting).

#3. The Ugly Truth: The baby bestows her love upon anybody who is quick to meet her demands and disregards those who say NO to her. “The simplest toy, one which even the youngest child can operate, is called a grandparent”, says Sam Levenson. We all know what an incredible bond grand kids share with their grandparents! However, this bond needs some fine-tuning. While grandparents relive their childhood in the company of grand kids, I ask them to not just pamper the child but give him a dose of their wisdom (I call it a legacy) at regular intervals. Family members and relatives also need to beware of their growing excitement for the newborn as new mothers go through tremendous hormonal havoc and PPD (Post Partum Depression) after delivering the baby. Just how the mommie provides comfort and a sense of security to her child, she also needs it by being close to the baby. So, don’t snatch the newly hatched small wonder from her. Allow them both to recover from this rather sweet melancholy by being in each other’s warmth.

#4. Nightmares: It’s amazing to see how a tiny, human look-alike creature turns your world upside down. I have always liked my husband’s long, thick, black, noodle-like hairstyle but I asked him to cut it because the baby would often give him a suspicious look. “Help! My baby is drowning, she is in the middle of the road with fast moving traffic, somebody kidnapped my baby, she is alone in the dark, she is about to fall from a cliff, an alligator is gulping down my baby… Help!!!” Nightmares took a toll on me for nearly one year after delivery and still keep haunting like those stupid sequels and remakes of bollywood movies. I am sure most of the mothers can relate to this, maybe we share some common nightmares too. My father-in-law is a big fan of CRIME PATROL, a show on Sony TV that features heinous crimes that take place in India. He would often tell me to be very careful, get a camera fixed in the house and advise against travelling in public transport. He would make my mom-in-law describe any latest episode to make his point very clear to me. And all I say is No Objection, Milord! I am on ‘high alert’ since the day I have become a mother.

#5. Make Love, Not Babies: Two to three babies are a must. Your second offspring is a gift to your first child. Don’t have sex for three months to heal from the exhaustive birthing process. A 40-day stay at your mother’s house is mandatory. One thing that you are going to hear for the next sixty-seventy years of your life is, ‘do it for the sake of your children'. Who do you think will be responsible for our overall performance during the ICC T20 World Cup 2016? It’s your overwhelmed mothers and aunts and of course you, if you don’t take charge of your game, now! Their intention is as pure as pinni ke ladoo- laden with desi ghee and dry-fruits. And this is also the time when you need your mother the most. But you, my dear mommies, certainly have needs and longing to be with your husband who is your baby’s daddy too. Don’t just feed your body with maa ke haath ka khana. Rather provide the nourishment it needs- of love and intimacy from your partner. And don’t forget your BFF hormone Oxytocin, which might heal you faster than you think.

Motherhood is a classic example of ‘No Pain, No Gain’. For a mother, the whole world revolves around her kids. She is forever attached to her child through an invisible umbilical cord. And sometimes it becomes very difficult for her and the baby’s father to deal with this overwhelming phase of life. I am a very protective mama too, always on toes, doing something or the other for my daughter and never leaving her side no matter what. So while I celebrate my motherhood, I also acknowledge the fact that the father may not be physically present all the time. He may not appear as excited. His ways around the baby may seem harsh but he is like BATMAN- a silent guardian, a watchful protector who will always be there when the need arises.  

Friday, 10 July 2015

Yeh Hai Ziddism - Mera Dharma, Mera Karma.

Sanki armano ka, dheeth iraadon ka
Aya hai bhuchal
Iske aade mat aana
Aur aaye toh nateeja bhugatke jaana
Kyun ke yeh hai ziddism.

Kabhi putle jalate ho, kabhi poster
Kabhi goli chalate ho, kabhi patthar fekte ho
Gundagardi ka nayab namuna ho
Ab dekhte hai humse kaise bachte ho!?
Hoshbhare josh ka, aazad soch ka
Aya hai toofan
Iske aade mat aana
Aur aaye toh nateeja bhugatke jaana
Kyun ke yeh hai ziddism.

Iss khokhli, dhongi religion-bazi se ubb chuke hain
Scams aur scandal se bhari rajniti se pak chuke hain
Udhar Church jalaya, idhar Modi ka mandir banaya
Thak nahin jaate aise gundo ki a$$ chat-te-chat-te!?
Safed sach ka, aag-babula zid ka
Macha hai kohram
Iske aade mat aana
Aur aaye toh nateeja bhugatke jaana
Kyun ke yeh hai ziddism.

Aapke ghar mein kaun rehta hai- Insan ya balatkari?
Sar se paon tak virus se bhare in criminals ko
Lawyer kaise mil jaate hai?
Wahan bechare kisan ko toh suicide karne se koi nahin bachata
Thand se jami hui nahin
Jhooth se ladi hui nahin
Har taraf oothi hai badlaav ki aandhi
Iske aade mat aana
Aur aaye toh nateeja bhugatke jana
Kyun ke yeh hai ziddism.

Ab hawaa ka rukh modne ki bari hai
Ek awaaz, ek vishwas aur ek junoon ki ladai jari hai
Ziddism se hamari yaari hai.

Copyright © Tapasya Kapur 2015

Tuesday, 24 March 2015

Breastfeeding makes your child Future-proof.


The world is falling apart. Unspeakable crimes are taking place every second, every minute. 
The very existence of social institutions is in danger. Majority of world’s population is suffering 
from one or more mental disorders. In these changing and challenging times, I think we, mothers across the globe can contribute to a great extent by nurturing the next generation of human beings with five future-proof values. Consider breastfeeding a profound responsibility rather than a plain nutritional necessity.

As there are mothers who force-feed their children, there are mothers who forcefully wean their babies. I know a few mommie-friends who literally set a cut-off period for breastfeeding to six or 
at the max eleven months. They took their crying babies off breasts overnight by applying ayurvedic medicine, bitter gourd juice and all possible weird tasting foods on their nipples. They left their restless babies in their cribs alone and unattended. Jacob Bronowski very rightly puts it, ‘Man masters nature not by force, but by understanding’. My advice is to be calm and go slow. Enjoy the invaluable benefits of breastfeeding while nature takes its own course.

Sense of Security (absence of fear): A renowned author, thought leader and mother of four grown children Peggy O’Mara quotes, ‘It is the nature of the child to be dependent and it is the nature of that dependence to be outgrown. Dependency blossoms into independence in its own time’. The child longs for his mother’s warmth to feel loved and protected. The feeling of fear/insecurity makes him restless, sad and gradually grabs hold of his mental and physical well being. Mother’s breasts have miraculous power to heal the child from any illness and anxiety. ‘Parents should recognize that having their babies cry unnecessarily harms the baby permanently. It changes the nervous system so they're sensitive to future trauma’. Says Dr. Michael Commons (Dept. of Psychiatry, Harvard). My advice is to always believe that we are laying a future-proof foundation for our child through this simple act of breastfeeding.

Compassion: Babies are very sensitive and demanding, and mother’s breasts are a stream of unconditional love, trust and kindness. However, some fashionably soothing devices such as pacifiers, bottles, gadgets and carrycots have increased physical distance in the world of mother and baby. And not to forget social pressure and unsolicited advice from well-meaning family and friends. With the amazing gift of breastfeeding, we not only fulfill physical needs of the child but we also respond to his inherent needs. Mother’s milk goes a long way in making an emotionally-healthy individual. In Darwin's original writings, ‘survival of the fittest’ refers to those individuals and societies who are the most sympathetic. A sympathetic culture has the attributes necessary for survival. Nature itself is sympathetic. http://www.naturalchild.org/peggy_omara/their_hands.html

Spirituality: Home is where the heart is and the heart is at the left side of the body, exactly where mothers cradle their babies instinctively, to their left breast. This is a very rhythm which the baby is naturally accustomed to because the womb was his home and he had danced on the same beats for nine months. It is called a spiritual way of breastfeeding when we become ONE with our baby. ‘We are mass energy. Everything is energy.’ Writes Rhonda Byrne in The Secret. We are a channel of positive and negative energy. Whatever we feel is felt by our babies as well. It calls for ‘experiential learning’, to make sure that we have a calmer state of mind and everything around us is uplifting and nourishing for our baby. #Tip: Listen to relaxation music, chant mantras or hymns and eat mood-enhancing foods such as Cottage Cheese, Brazil Nuts, Oatmeal, Spinach and other dark leafy greens, Almonds, Dark Chocolate and Bananas. http://www.modernmom.com/55def6b6-48c3-11e3-87f1-bc764e04a41e.html.
Go out at the beach or in the park and breastfeed your baby under the rising sun or amidst the multi-hued dusk.

Righteousness: In this age of progression, the society and culture put pressure on us to rear 
a perfectionist. There is no room for imperfections or bad habits. It seems like a huge real-life challenge, isn’t it? Well, it is not. I think that there is lot to observe and learn from life than just following orders or being adamant about this or that habit. How about taking our children to visit 
an orphanage or an old age home? How about, with their small delicate hands, letting them feed birds, animals and the needy? We are made of virtues- justice, generosity, fidelity, self-care and prudence, which we can pass on through breastfeeding, certainly. We can learn so much from reading our children and teach them so much by letting them read us. Peggy O’Mara advises, ‘Don't stand unmoving outside the door of a crying baby whose only desire is to touch you. Go to your baby. 
Go to your baby a million times. Demonstrate to your baby that people can be trusted, that the environment can be trusted, that we live in a benign universe. The crisis of the first year of life is trust or mistrust. Which will your baby learn? The way we talk to our children, becomes their inner voice’.

Creativity: Attachment, physical proximity, emotions and expressiveness altogether make the world come alive.  It is an experience deeply cherished by the mommie-baby dyad. Creativity flourishes in space, not the physical space but the one in which we set ourselves free from fear, negative emotions, obsession, addiction and anything that holds us back. The same applies to our kids as well. Let them be. Let them express themselves in the most unique manner. Do not set preconceived notions for them. Breastfeeding is the most creative process in the whole universe. It allows us to interact and connect with our child in stillness. Research shows that breastfed babies have higher IQs and they succeed in their endeavours. Well, IQ is only half the picture. We must put efforts into cultivating the child’s emotional intelligence. Robin Grille, an Australian psychologist and psychotherapist states, ‘Under the right circumstances, breastfeeding floods the baby with a blissful sense of wholeness and completeness. There is a stream of pleasurable sensations which pulsate throughout her body when her powerful sucking reflex is met with what she naturally longs for. A repository of serenity and contentment is thus established deep within the mind-body of the infant, available for access later 
in life. If this unique mother-child bond is provided according to the baby's need-cues rather than the robotic exigencies of modern-day schedules, a dense layer of emotional security and contentment 
is installed, leading the child to think of the world as a friendly, nurturing and abundant place’.

I am a mother of an eighteen-month old daughter. While she tastes a variety of solids, she does ask for her timely comfort feeds and I don’t deny her need to be at my breast to the fullest.

O, thou beautiful damsel, may the four oceans
Of the earth contribute the secretion of milk
In thy breasts for the purpose for improving
The bodily strength of the child.
O, thou with the beautiful face, may the child
Reared on your milk, attain a long life, like
The gods made immortal with drinks of nectar.
~SUSHRUTA

© Tapasya Bhatt

Sunday, 15 March 2015

I am afraid that we are getting (ab)used to...


Each paragraph in this article is like eating a bitter chocolate. All the facts and ideas in it, reflect agony. It is not a delusion but a situation which puts our future in danger. 

WE ARE GETTING ABUSED on every street, at every nook and corner, in the queue/seat of every public transport, under the desk of every corporate office, in the comfort of every home sweet home and at every mode of the so-called civilized India. We are getting abused in a variety of forms, by our own citizens, strangers, husbands, brothers, fathers, uncles and teachers, in the name of power, control, love, lust, rage and punishment.

In 2013, there were 309,546 recorded crimes against women out of which, 118,866 cases were of domestic violence, 70,739 cases of molestation, 51,881 of kidnapping, 33,707 of rapes and 34,353 other crimes. (Source: India’s National Crimes Records Bureau). About once every five minutes, an incident of domestic violence is reported in India, under its legal definition of "cruelty by husband or his relatives". http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-india-29708612. Last year, ninety-two women were raped on average, every day in India and the national capital with 1,636 registered cases. http://indiatoday.intoday.in/story/india-rape-92-women-every-day-4-delhi-statistics/1/380956.html.

The 2012 ‘Nirbhaya’ rape case was so brutally etched in our memory and now in the beginning of 2015, we get to see yet another horrifying rape and murder of a mentally ill Nepalese woman in Haryana. http://www.bbc.com/news/world-asia-india-31282673. Where is the nation heading with its head held so high that it can’t see the anguish of a woman’s life? Why are the wolves out on bail, celebrating their social life? Haah, some of them are not even arrested. We casually go about our daily activities, have a blast on birthdays, anniversaries and festivals. We don’t put our heart and mind in anything we read in the newspaper. News on TV still affects us because they show high-on-impact visuals of the event/incident. So what? We change the channel. The Brahmakumari Sisters say, why should we see, watch or read news which make us angry? Their intention is genuine but then we can’t sit and gobble a packet of popcorn while our fellow citizen is getting abused! Or I am afraid that we are getting used to the abuses, the abusers and such news.

I was engaged to one such guy for nearly three years in my mid twenties. He used to ill-treat me in private and publicly. He used to frighten me by committing fake suicide and laugh at my traumatized face. I was dragging, testing the level of my tolerance and one day I broke all the barriers and freed myself. My very close friend took months to speak up about her abusive husband and in-laws. She had kind of developed a survival (according to her) strategy inside her bruised body and mind. She had busied herself in the kitchen, making master chef dishes to please those maniacs. Finally, she opened up with her parents about the behind-closed-doors situation and they stood by her side at the
moment of divorce. Kelly is a domestic violence survivor serving her 19th year in prison for a crime committed by her abusive husband. Kelly’s trial and conviction rested on the prosecution exploiting myths and misconceptions of survivors of abuse. Even Kelly’s own defense attorney told the jury that she was negligent for not leaving her abusive husband, a damaging, manipulative and inaccurate argument that hurt her case. https://www.change.org/p/kamala-harris-free-kelly-domestic-violence-survivor-serving-her-19th-year-in-prison-for-a-crime-committed-by-her-abusive-husband.

You will be shocked to know the myths of domestic violence- that victims like to be beaten, that they have psychological disorders, that the victims never leave their abusers, or if they do, they get involved in other abusive relationships and that the perpetrators of domestic violence abuse their partners because they are distressed or unemployed and the list continues. http://www.thewomenscenter.org/content.asp?contentid=537. Whatever the myth or the reason is, the fact remains that abusers are worse than animals- bloodthirsty, hungry and soulless. Why and how are we getting used to this hard-hitting fact? Maybe in a connected society, we live unconnected protecting our individual surroundings, keeping even the victims out of reach so that we don’t get affected and our bright world doesn’t get eclipsed by their dark life. We hit a million likes on Facebook and retweet on Twitter, we protest outside the parliament, we carry out candle marches but then we go home, watch Big Boss and doze off. Then the next rape happens, then the next body comes for post-mortem and then nobody hears her screams in the noise of loudspeaker.

A poet writes verses on a woman’s life. An artist portrays her melancholy on his canvas, an advertising agency builds an entire campaign around her, a politician promises to provide best possible safety and security and then she becomes a central character in a ninety-minute film. We continue to spread awareness and express ‘need of the hour’ through myriad ways. And for some, she remains the most entertaining and artistic subject across all mediums.

This year during the 57th Grammy Awards, the US President Barack Obama made a video appearance through which he asked the artists to urge their fans to join the government's 'It's On Us' campaign. http://mic.com/articles/110126/president-obama-made-a-surprise-appearance-at-the-grammys-with-a-video-you-need-to-see. He said, "It's on us, all of us, to create a culture where violence isn't tolerated, where survivors are supported and where all our young people - men and women - can go as far as their talents and their dreams will take them." The time has come that we take charge of our lives, let us not get used to. Let us set an example. I have taken a pledge to not be a bystander but to stop sexual assault. You can take yours at http://itsonus.org/#top

At last, we have witnessed the most theatrical, kind of revolutionary 2015 Assembly Election in India. It was a masala blockbuster full of drama, action, thriller and humour and of course, we were very happy with the box office results. Congratulations to the winning party AAP- The Aam Aadmi Party. We still cannot decide who the deserving candidate was or is but we are quite certain to give and take THE CHANCE to make INDIA A SAFE NATION FOR WOMEN & GIRLS.
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-     -Tapasya



Monday, 9 February 2015

New Mommies in the Spotlight


Give the baby to us. You are too naïve to take care of the newborn.

You don’t even know how to swaddle a baby!?

Her marriage is falling apart because of the baby. I think her husband is cheating on her.

She is so weird; doesn’t socialize at all and the way she holds her baby girl… as if somebody is going to hijack her!

The other day, she was breastfeeding her son in a restaurant. How very inappropriate!?

Do as I say. I have raised five children including your husband.

Such whispers, interference, highlights and limelight are endless in the life of a newbie mommie. The audiences include parents, in-laws, friends, relatives and strangers and they are, all together, the die-hard fans (critics) of your motherhood. Your baby takes the center stage indeed but the spotlight is on you. They review you based on your performance and sometimes, they act like those hyperactive judges of any popular reality show. They want to know the breaking news, such as “how you reduced so much so soon, if your sex life is back on track after a vaginal delivery, you should quit your job, you are not doing enough, you should not breastfeed so often and in the worst case scenario, they put you under scrutiny about who the real father of your baby is!” You cannot shun them literally nor can you shut yourself.

I am a new kid in the block; mother of a six-month old baby girl. I wanted to write this article for a long time but I was taken hostage by the ever melodramatic postpartum depression. Now that I am back in the game with the same passion and imagination, it is important that I share certain experiences of mine and some of my friends with the amazing new moms.

I always prefer the door closed when I breastfeed my baby and I was doing so one evening when my own aunt barged into the room without knocking. She was excited to see my baby nicely latched onto my left breast. However, she had to show her old wives’ wisdom. She took my right hand, placed and pressed it on my breast saying, "Hold it this way like a cigarette for a good flow of milk.” I got infuriated; isn’t breastfeeding a very private affair? Besides, she could have said that plainly without physically maneuvering me. I had to calm myself down for the baby. All I did was firmly tell my aunt that ‘cigarette hold’ was a wrong practice, which reasonably unaware mothers have been displaying for centuries. http://www.parenting.com/article/breastfeeding-problems-and-solutions

The even more histrionic comments came from none other than my two maid servants, one of whom came to me and said, “didi, apne aadmi ke samne bacchi ko doodh mat pilao. doodh aana bandh ho jayega”. (Sister, do not breastfeed the baby in front of your husband. The milk flow will stop). Another maid declared in a daunting tone, “didi, bacchi ka mundan karna nahin toh shadi ke time baal mein sona baandhke dena padega” (Sister, follow the traditional Hindu custom and cut your baby girl’s hair or you will have to tie gold pieces on her hair at the time of her marriage). In ancient times, the woman was associated with moveable assets like gold, whether it was given for the dowry or acquired from the husband’s family. So, the maid’s remark was a far future indication of a glittering dowry when my six-month old girl becomes a woman. Since the day I have become a mother, I have been listening to unsolicited gyaan from all kinds of people across Indian communities. The core issue is they think they are authorized to do so.

Once, we (a group of couples with children and some singles) had a get-together at a resto-bar in Mumbai. We were arguing about the physical appearance of babies when a general statement was made by a well-educated liberal friend that the baby must resemble his/her father as a proof that he or she is a product of his own sperm. I was emotionally terrified by the comment; it reflected the disgusting mindset of Indian society at large. All I did was diplomatically distance myself from that friend and people like her.

And then there were a few acquaintances who I knew through my friends. One day, I got a very concerned phone call from one of them, “Your best friend’s husband is having an affair with a hot colleague. I think your friend is highly occupied with her little twins nowadays… that’s why maybe! By the way, your husband also knows that chick very well.” Well, that was a fishy phone call meant for me to keep an eye on my husband too. That call made me feel vulnerable for many days and nights. I tried hard to control my emotions and ultimately opened up my heart to my husband. That incident taught me to filter certain types of people and their back-fence talks from my life. And as an individual, I do not bother about maintaining good relations with everyone.

“Come on bhabhi, go for one more child. You should have at least two; you have crossed 35”, my best friend’s sister-in-law provokes her every day. “He is a boon from Lord Krishna to me. You were just a medium to carry him in your womb”, my morning walk friend’s mother-in-law claims over the phone from Delhi. “Do not breastfeed after 11 o’clock in the night. Do not cuddle your baby so often; she will become stubborn. Why did you give her a Muslim name (We have named our daughter Subira)? Invest in a child plan policy right now for her education and marriage. Eat chicken recipes everyday; it will help heal the uterus as well as secrete more milk. Better put a Copper-T deep down there or you will end up having babies. Your baby cries a lot because your milk is not sufficient. I hate your belly; your stretch marks give me nightmares.”

Unfortunately, my mommie-friends and I have been moaning under this intruding limelight since long. The questions arise in my mind: what can be the most effective method to ignore such people? How do we shut their crap in one stare or sentence? Why do they become so greedy and keep poking us? From which heaven do the myths of parenting and breastfeeding descend on Earth? The answer is to be firm and straight forward when it comes to your baby and your role as a mother. Look into the well wisher’s eyes and say, “I prefer to do it this way and I know what I am doing.”

Speak what you must. Face the reality that you are being watched. Do not be surprised to hear a thrilling version of your life (rather sex life) from a third party. Do not let even an iota of cunningness discourage you. At last, in the limelight, what you can do is learn the art of distinguishing genuine fans from the overexcited crowd. Enjoy your motherhood while they do their bit in your baby’s life, play their pivotal role as ‘the experienced ones’ and prove that they have been there and done that.


-         -  Tapasya

Thursday, 5 February 2015

Mere Subira-bhare pal


Tere aane se aaye hain, nanhe munne anginat gudgudate pal
Inhe aise mehfuz rakh loon, jaise rakha tha tumhe apne andar

Pani ko mutthi mein bandh karne ki koshish
Din mein bhi akash mein chand ko dekhne ki khwahish
Chhote chhote pairon se tez tez chalte hain
Dhabb karke girte hain aur hanskar phir chalne lagte hain
Kitna kuch karna hai, kitna kuch sikhna hai
Phir bhi aaj almast hain, yeh nange-punge pal
Inhe aise mehfuz rakh loon, jaise rakha tha tumhe apne andar

Mishri se bhi meetha, iska har shabd aadha adhura
Lalla lalla lori ka bas nahin chalta, yeh hai masti ka pitara
Khushi ya gusse mein, darr ya bhookh mein, boriyat ya shararat mein
Jagte huye chahe neend mein…  har baat mein angutha peete hain
Aur mil jaye jo pasand ki ‘cheese’ toh behad lablabate hain yeh pal
Inhe aise mehfuz rakh loon, jaise rakha tha tumhe apne andar

Itni choti si naak pe tevar itna bada
Phir bhi masoom hai, inhe koi fark nahin padta
Jis disha mein chaho, dhalne ko taiyar rehte hain
Ghar ke har kone mein, khil rahe hain befikr yeh pal
Inhe aise mehfuz rakh loon jaise rakha tha tumhe apne andar

Na maanu phir bhi kaala tika lagaun
Har burai har daravne sapne ko ek-ek kar todke kahin door phek doon
Aneko naye armaan aur umeedon ke beej inmein bo doon
Bahot pyaar aur samajhdari se bade ho rahe hain yeh pal
Inhe aise mehfuz rakh loon, jaise rakha tha tumhe apne andar

Tere aane se aaye hain, zindagi-bhare pal
Mere aur tumhare papa ke yeh Subira-bhare pal.