"Now I know the things I know, and I do the things I do; and if you do not like me so, to hell, my love, with you!"
Dorothy Parker
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Saturday 10 July 2010

Of Love, Sacrifice & Responsibility


When i was younger I was a lot less wise, or a tenderfoot i would like to call it. Allow me to be easy on myself as this is quite a blow to my elephant size ego. I pictured life differently than where I am today and somehow or rather actually believed that the world gyrated around me. Yes, I was a puerile and I do admit it. I didn’t fathom exactly what sacrifice meant and expected people conforming to my ways and that was it. There was always a way to get what I wanted and sadly that was all I ever cared about. Then I got hitched and I was still that spoilt girl who thought about nothing else but herself. Every time I glance into the past I am constantly astounded at my other half’s patience and the degree of tolerance he had and has up till now.
After two years of marriage I was then gifted with the best thing I have ever had. One thing I was unaware of was that it came with great responsibility. I knew that motherhood wasn’t easy peasy lemon squeezy but I didn’t understand the gravity of it. First seven days passed then I knew the true rendition of sacrifice, responsibility and primarily what love really meant. All I saw before my eyes was this tiny helpless bundle that completely relied on me to survive. I never had any bigger responsibility to carry on my shoulder and I was high in an emotional stupor. Despite the raging hormones, sleepless nights and the contemptible body soreness I still managed to mother him to the best of my ability.
But of course what little knowledge I had about sacrifice and whatnots wasn’t truly sufficient. I had to learn more along the way. There was a tug of war between my personal dreams and my flagrant responsibility. I was very adamant to give only the best to him i.e. breastfeeding for two years at least and at the same time I was dying to continue my studies. It felt as though my brain was corroding and thinking was becoming quite a strenuous task. I became a simpleton and the only mind stimulating thought I had was how many diapers are left for the week. There was a disarray of emotions within myself although deep down I knew that I was incapable of putting anything else before him. He was simply my ultimate priority in life.
For three years I buried my desire and appeased myself that there will be time for absolutely everything and I will chance upon the opportunity once more. And lo be hold, here I am three years older and a little wiser (citation needs not confirmation) still passionate and more than eager to pick up what I had momentarily left. I received my university application a few days back and melancholy seems to wash over me every time I look at it. I haven’t had the courage to fill it up just yet and yes it is just me being nonsensical. A little peek will do for now and I intend to complete the application with my other half who has supported me in ways that even he is unaware of. It’s really a defining moment for myself and what better person to share it with than my one and only, mr munchie.
Till this day, there isn’t a trace of regret in my heart as to my decision to settle down and start a family at quite a young age. Despite the puerile being that I was, I am indeed glad that I went against the norm and dropped a few jaws. It was definitely the best decision I have ever made in my entire life. Life without these two imps would be nothingness, hollowed out and simply nugatory. I could not ask for more except for a few hobos and maybe a kajal eyeliner since mine has disappeared into the middle of nowhere. I truly thank god for this luxury. It might not be in a form of big bank balances or shiny cabriolets but I have attained happiness, something that is a rarity these days.

my little family ; diminutive in size but deafening in manner. :)))

Friday 9 July 2010

Induction Day


This month has been such a momentous month for me. The plots in my life episodes are changing quite rapidly. What bothers me is how i am being quite lackadaisical towards these poignant moments outwardly, not expressing the feelings i ought to. But the truth is, deep inside i am on a constant emotional ride. A few days back my boys and I attended nunu’s induction day and all the while there was this huge lump in my throat. My tear reservoir was full threatening to overflow. It was just the thought of my favourite little person going to school in his cute little uniform, with his cute little bag made it an overwhelming experience for me.  
We had a little tour of the school and sat down to discuss about the school’s policy and whatnots. I was presented with 3 sheets filled with detailed questions all regarding nunu ranging from his favourite books, favourite colour, habits, favourite toy, favourite thing to talk about (I instantly said food!) hobbies to his ability to dress himself. It was extremely detailed, imagine almost 30 questions altogether! I was so taken aback and in the same time very pleased at how particular the school is with every child. I was even told that each child will be assigned to a particular person that will attend to the child’s needs and necessities.
It was a lot to take in for the first few minutes but I survived the induction. Nunu was of course absolutely thrilled and fell in love with his classroom instantaneously. The classroom was beautifully decorated with bright sunny colours that could cheer me up any day. There was a painting corner at one side, a reading corner on the other and cute little chairs and desks for the children. I could just picture nunu in the classroom, engross in a drawing or a book with his eyebrows furrowing deep in concentration. I wish I could have these little moments recorded so I won’t miss a single thing. Now here is me, being absurd and contemplating on something that is beyond the bounds of possibility again.
There was a lot of adversity from people when they found out that I intended to send nunu to a private Islamic school at first. Some said the teachers there are not qualified, they will be academically behind compared to the children in state school and many more negative feedback. But the moment I walked into the building, I was gripped by the sight of these little people in the middle of performing their zuhur prayers praying behind an imam that was no more than 3 feet tall and he was reciting the surahs beautifully. That was the underlying moment for me when I knew in my heart that I have made the right choice.  I believe that a strong foundation is the ultimate key. I want good values to be instilled in nunu and preserve him as much as I am able, god willingly.
my little man :)