An Ode to a Pen

                        An Ode to a Pen

Nostalgic memories flood back

As I hold you around your waist

Brings back the fresh smell 

While you danced around.

The tap of your feet,

The flawless swirl of your curves

Transcends me into a world

Beyond my comprehension.

The little girl I was

Aspiring to be a writer

Yearning for your company

Like the new lover.

Alas our relationship

Seemed to have fizzled

Newbies taking the place-

The mobile and the tablet

But lament no more

As I draw a promise

To hold you with love

And revive the dance – the dance of the pen!

copyright- Paramita Bhattacharjee

It seems just the other day when he was born. The memories of each milestone- his first toothless grin, his first teeth, the first steps and the first words still are crystal clear to me. It is as if I can just reach out and feel them. 4 yrs have gone by .Things have changed, times have changed but the ties and the bonds have grown stronger with times. The pure love – pure as morning rain has grown stronger each day. I cannot imagine a day without him. After a stressful day , when I go back and see the smile , all the worries seem to wear off. Such is the joy of being with a precocious 4 year old.( Moms of 4 yr olds will very well understand what I mean J )
Each day seems to have its own struggles- as little as choosing out what to wear to school, on what he wants to have for dinner, to as big as "I want to have this toy" J
But that is what I call "The life of a mom" J
With all the challenges of bringing up a 4 yr old, there is a tremendous joy of being his "Mamma"!

To Be or not to Be

Truth

Second Life?

Have you ever heard of something called as second life? There is... it is the time you spend in front of the so called gadget of today- "the computer"
People have started leading a second life. People have started selecting their life partners, their day-to-activities and what they eat - their daily groceries are delivered to their doorstep with one click.
Today's kids are more aware than what we were in our days. My 3 1/2 yr old whenever he seems to be getting bored and not being able to entertain himself says aloud"Mom can you please give my pibuskids" What he means is he wants me to open a browser for him and type the address( since his little fingers cannot still type the word pbskids:)

The thrill that is evident on his face when the page loads..."Oh yeah... I love it mommy"
He knows all the navigation and the controls to play the games on the page. Yeah a pre-schooler he is and no I never taught him how to navigate onto a page from a hyperlink.
He is not the only one. In a common gathering when we were talking, I came to know that this was the case with so many other kids...
What do you call this phenomenon? I am sure medical science would have had a 10-letter-long sounding name for it.
It is just that they are so used to seeing PC or a laptop that even before they know how to read and write properly they know how to use the PC. It is because it has become a second life for them!

Have you ever faced this haziness in your thoughts... a random streak of thoughts being disturbed by a lightning and a volley of another thought. ...

It is troublesome- you don't know where to start from....you start writing one..oops you realise you have drifted on to something else.....Backspace, backspace, backspace.....this is not what I wanted to write.

This is what had happenned to me a few minutes back.
Well, to explain it to someone who has not faced it is difficult. Many would say that my thoughts are not organised , so I am feeling this. But ask a few writers(yes, I say writers or anyone who even jots down a few words to express his thoughts). This has happenned to one and all at a certain time or the other.
Am I losing this capability I had in me - writing beautifully and in a well-organised manner or is it just that there has been too much clutter in my grey cells. The clutter needs to be organised and yes... words would flow out in a spontaneous manner.
Yes, arbitrary to the reader. But believe me it does happen...to you , to me and all out there who claim to WRITE:)

Had saved this as a draft since July 19th


To be or not to be...
is the question.
Are you leaving your job? Serious abt it? All her friends asked her. Well you have to decide what you want to be......

A mother? A wife? A careerist? What should I be. It is immensely difficult to play the parts in a balanced way.
A very common dilemma- to be for the family or to be for self. You get what you want. You choose family- you get it. You choose self-you get a career, you get financial independence but at what cost- the cost of the smile of your little one, the pull of your pants by your little one when you are busy preparing a meal only to turn and see those lively twinkling eyes calling out "Mama..I wan help you".