Connection

I have a mesmerizing smile on my face while writing this. They say that love knows no boundary, limits or anything. One of the purest form of love is the siblings love. They might fight with each other but cannot live without each other for a moment.

My 4 year daughter has developed an eternal bond with her sibling who is still in his/her mother’s womb. Me 8 months pregnant waiting for that fortunate day when I will witness motherhood for the second time. My daughter has developed a bond with the baby. She talks to baby and conveys everything she has done and hopes to do. She has even name the baby as Ashu. My eyes went wet on seeing this.

Such pure form of love depreciates as we grow. Why? Because we tend to become more materialistic and practical. With the advent of social media and Android phones, though the world seem to have come close but relations have gone far, a constant distance has come among all of us and have limited ourselves to wish through social media.

Someone rightly said, till the time phone was attached to wire, human beings were free.

The Table…!!

The day began with the rumbling of leaves; with the busy hustle and bustle of morning schedule I left for office. Working as a Principal in an Air Force School, in itself holds a dignity and pride. My little princess was a part of the school academics and I along being a hand on mother, a principal was on the way carrying my second child. Time of delivery is coming closer and it is becoming a difficult task to accomplish everyday’s chores also.

The working hours of the school were going at regular pace, when the silence was hindered by the officer in charge of the school. She came to discuss about my maternity leave. Why is it so difficult for the people to accept people from other department? Coming from a different force background it becomes really difficult to get attuned with the ongoing workforce. In the starting things were fine and smooth. Then from where did the loop entered. They are now asking my resignation letter despite being aware of my potential.

Since the time I had a conversation regarding my resignation/termination certain thoughts are hindering me:

1.      Will I be able to go back to school to drop my child like normal days?

2.      Will I be able to attend PTM when I know where I used to be?

On seeing the new appointee perform my role will definitely hurt me. Have they done it out of their own groupism? Am I strong enough to face this situation? Though I have Vivek standing by my side in all thick and thin but still I am not that strong. I feel cheated when it came to my benefit and medical recovery. There are plenty of questions to be asked and fervor for.

It is just not a cabin or a table which lures me. It is the identity which I created by attaining this position. The salutations of “Jai Hind” I had earned it. It wasn’t a gift or a compliment which I get being an officer wife. It was my earned reputation. The accomplishments and acknowledgements gave me a sense of fulfilling pride.  But what now? How to calm my mind and bring its solace back?

Drop in your honest opinions.

                                                                                                                                          Aditi Chauhan

And miles to go before I sleep..!!

The unsung glory

Mother’s are our ultimate soul mate present on this planet. They understand our needs, desires, and problems etc with a blink of an eye. Have we ever thought about these unsung heroes of our family? They never ask for more. Only they wish is for little attention, love and care. Years come and go and our living legends become weary and old with each passing year.

I could not have better related if I myself wouldn’t be a mother of a 4 year old daughter. It is a real treat to watch her grow.  We recall the day when she was born, when I first heard her cry in operation room. Such a blessed feeling it was. And today here she is, taking her first leap in her academic sessions. I wish time could slow down a bit. When she walks, jumps and plays it reminds me of my own childhood days. The way I used to be with my mother. She looks for her father and aspires to become like him, giving her father a proud feeling.
Time will fly and eventually my daughter will also leave her nest to excel in her professional world. Might be she won’t get much time to come home. The cycle would repeat. Our little tiny tots are all set to face the world. Like us they will also forget to give a tight hug to their mother’s, like us they will also forget to convey their feelings for their mother’s.
Haven’t we missed out on something or rather everything. Our mother’s won’t say but we have to understand them. They need us, they need our time, and they need recognition. A little appreciation will do. Give them your warmth the same which you received when you were a child. Though the cycle repeats itself, the cycle of concern also reverses. Mother’s are now old and they look up to us for protection, love and care.

So let’s make up ourselves to look after our mother’s, appreciate them (if not always then at least once in a while). Let’s pamper them the way they did when we were a child.