shtyle!

In less than 20 minutes of posting myself on shytle.fm I received 18 requests for friendships. I have not replied to any, cause its humanly impossible to reply to requests as they flow in by the minute. And I really don't think anyone really does reply either.

It's amazing to actually feel the speed at which we can connect. Definitely something unthinkable during our grandparent's age. Probably I should confess, I'm at snail pace in the present zapp age!

In the Malayalam movie, Achuvinte Amma, which I have to play for my Jia at any one of her meal times everyday, there is this character Muthumma. She is the grand old mother in a huge Muslim house where all the ladies eagerly wait for their husbands to call from the Gulf. Muthumma tells Vanaja, her neighbour, of how her husband left for the Gulf long long ago in a boat and had to swim to the shore. It took two long years to hear from him while she waited in fear and prayer. And look at two generations down! We can fly to our loved ones when we desire, call, mail and even see each other at the snap of a finger she shared with awe.

I agree completely with Muthumma. The earth sure is spinning and taking everything with it too. Im party to this new connect which lives by the phrase no distance too long, no time too short. Yes we are 3G ready! 

Incidentally my friend who send me the invite link to this site was totally unaware he invited me at all. It was just a site promo that reached my inbox. In any case, happy to be inshtyle just for this learning lesson of instant connect. I was actually stricken by surprise, amazement and slowly fear as the friendship requests kept ticking. But then it is our choice to respond or not.

A majority of the mails from a majority of the males had the same question : Hey babe, wanna chat with me?!

My tiny Professors

I wish I knew most of what I know today nine years back. I know what it means when Jia stares at me after her meal. I know what it means when she tugs my t-shirt after a short while with her toys. I know what it means when she pretends to burp when she has just a spoon more of her porridge to finish.

I guess being a mother the first time is like graduating a University Course. And the second time round, you know exactly every rule of the game. And there is so much to share with the elder one who looks at me in awe and sometimes anger, as I do everything so comfortably for the small one.

Ria hates my lectures. But I tell her to keep a close watch as every detail that registers in her mind would help her when she becomes a mother!! Am I taking her too far? Not exactly.

I like being straight with Ria and she often complains as we tuck ourselves goodnight, " Ma, I love you, but sometimes you are very strict." After joking around a bit, I end up telling her I can't be a friend always and at some point of time I have to be a mother too. Maybe that's when I'm deemed strict.

Honestly, my little ones have been teaching me so much. Eventhough I yell at them for every second thing they do or don't do, there is this quick realisation that I'm no saint and that I could even be responsible for an unhealthy script. Oops, I'd rather give them opportunities to learn, unlearn and re-learn just as I am with each day of my life.

I'm so thankful to them for the tiny lessons each day. And the best part of each day is the group hug we share after our evening prayer. I want this picture of our family tradition to stick on in their minds. And the hugs would get bigger and stronger as days and years pass. Amen.

Thank you, my tiny Professors!