Mundane Musings

Being a mother in India – The Diaper Conundrum. Being a mother in India these days presents one with a unique juxtaposition of choices. One, Western concepts and ideas which thanks to the proliferation of articles on the Internet one is able to peruse and follow and, other, Traditional ideas that have been handed down through many proud generations – not surprising, considering the rich culture and history of our country. The traditional ones are irrefutably followed or are made to be followed by diligent grandmothers, aunts and invested kin of the new mother in general. After bathing and nappy changing and generally taking care of four tots as an aunt, I have long since stopped questioning the logic behind some of my mother’s practices. Some have lasted the test of time and some have been downright impractical. This blog post is one way of recording the things that worked for me, as an Indian mother. I hope to recount them clearly and support the choices I have made with mea

On every wedding anniversary of mine, when  I want to blog about it, I find myself coming up short of words to express how I feel. I cast about for phrases and adjectives to bring out best the way I feel and always, always my vocabulary deserts me. I envy people who write with such beautiful prose, poetry or even pure tongue-in-cheek humour what these moments or milestones mean to them. Even now when I think back to the five years I have spent with S and what it has made me be or what it means, I find myself choking back emotions and words. I guess I should be content in saying that he changed my life. He's made me  a better person. It is a profound feeling - to know that you have first of all changed for a person or a circumstance and that the change has been for the good and that the person has been worthy of it. And now he is the father to my little, impish daughter and I look at her and look at the genes that have passed on from him to her and I want to give him a ti