Category Archives: Memoirs

Sibling Love

My childhood with my little sister, well I wouldn’t have quoted it as ‘Sibling Love’. Boy! we were real fighters, literally! We fought for every little things, used all the physical and verbal strength to let each other down, nothing we agreed upon and everything was meant to be disagreed. But keeping differences aside – I love my sister dearly and think this loves matured when I got Reva and Viraj. Watching them growing and playing together gives me immense pleasure and inner satisfaction, Though I feel bad that me and my sister could have spent our days less fighting and more loving, but hey we have each other at least! Someone to call upon and rant over randomly.

Reva and Viraj has been clicked recently (touchwood!) but still here and there I hear Reva mouning about ‘how I should eat more and get a baby in my tummy again and this time she should be having her baby sister’ as she didn’t ask for baby brother!’ – how on earth she got this idea I really don’t know…

They have started to play tag together, hide and seek and the best one is shouting and screaming in rhythms and oh watching tv together as if there are no kids in the house…

IMG_1564Frozen is favorite between two – nothing beats the title song.

IMG_1697Enjoying on the swing…

We decided that we will call Reva as ‘Didi’ so that Viraj will follow us and call her Didi, but we forgot that kids are Smart! So when Reva is getting ready for school or we have to chase her to be quick – we shout for her which is followed by Viraj shouting ‘VEVAAAA’. Now where is Didi – he cutely points to Reva and say ‘VEVVAA’. First thing in the morning, he wants tea biscuit because we are having tea and both kids love dunked biscuits in the tea, so it has to be two – one for him and one for ‘VEVAA’.

Love you my munchkins xx

Revisitng old pictures

Picture of my princess taken in Oct 2012 –

Below is taken some time in April/May 2015 –

IMG_1688She has grown so much since then – turned six years this August, in Year 2 and still havent finished her first coloring book 🙂

We parents are so crazy I tell you – every morning after breakfast and school run chaos, when I see elder kids on the way to school and hope for the day soon to come when I will be having independent kids like them but when seeing these pictures when Reva was so little and boss around so cutely then I feel why she has to grow up – cant i have my cute and naughty kids be the same age forever but hint of independence too 😛

How I Met My Friend

Year 1998, I entered in 11th class and decided to go for Maths and Physics coaching. I usually reach coaching 5-10 mins earlier to save myself dozing off at home after having lunch. To my surprise I was not the only one who reach the class early, there were bunch of boys already present in the class before me. Boys were from same school (the famous boy’s school) so they always share there gags and laugh. Other than me there were 3 more girls from the famous girl’s school so you know the equation of boy’s school boys and girl’s school girls. So there I was sitting there and listening to their huge laughs on unheard jokes and later the passing equations between “girls” and “boys”. It was so annoying to hear them laugh with no idea what so ever what are they laughing at. I had one year of wicked laughs and unheard jokes for one year and in that period those boys got registered in my mind completely specially the one who was more than 6 foot and 4 inch tall.

Year January/February 2005, my college batch was attending Company Campus in another college. It was a fair of all college students attending their first campus ever. Our graduation was about to complete and everyone was so excited about the future. Old friends were meeting and sharing laughs and suddenly I heard laughs, big laughs, wicked laughs ?? Yes, there I saw that more than 6 foot and 4 inch tall boy with his friends sharing laughs. Hmm.. so he ended up doing engineering in the same city and why we are at same place again ?? Who cares !! Later we were selected in same company.

Year October 2005, time to report to Company’s hostel for more than 1 month training. The first day at hostel was very exciting. Two person per room was allocated and we were so excited about it. After saying tearful goodbyes to my parents I was all excited about my roomie. To our surprise all the people from Bhopal were reporting same day and same place. Mistakenly they had alloted rooms grouping people from same college and we all were shrieking with happiness all over the hostel. Then I heard laughs, big laughs, wicked laughs – yep! the more than 6 foot and 4 inch tall boy with his more than 6 foot tall friend having laughs with their college friends. Oh my God, Again!

Next day we were divided in the 3 batches and to my utter surprise me and more than 6 foot and 4 inch tall placed in same batch [whats going on !!]. The first exercise for us was to remember the name of everyone in the batch. For that first we have to introduce ourselves to everyone by saying our names followed by our favorite dish. This way we remembered most of our colleagues name. In the break when everyone was in queue waiting for cup of coffee we all shared a little moment and after 7 years we spoke to each other when he said ” Richa Singh – Dal Chawal” And the friendship begins. Those 40 days were some of the best days of my life in Trivandrum where I made the good friends and one of the best friend was the guy who was more than 6 foot and 4 inch tall, Piyush. I never thought in my dream that I will be sharing so much laughs, big laughs, wicked laughs with him. After 40 days everyone got their allocated city and sadly this time we didn’t end up together but we stayed in touch.

Year July 2008, After I got married we moved to California and in couple of months Piyush came to Chicago for his work. After few months he visited us in California with few of our friends. It was such a fun, meeting all my dear friends after 2-3 years.

Year March 2011, We moved to London and in couple of months Piyush got an assignment in London too. This time he was not alone, he came with his better half. For past couple of months we were planning to meet but something always came up in the way. At last this Sunday we met and it was such a fun. I was with Reva and Vishal, he was with his wife but we were still on same page with laughs, big laughs and wicked laughs.

Sharing smile with little one

Having laughs 🙂

Piyush and R thanks for the visit and making our day fill with fun and laughs. Cherished every moment with you guys and looking for more….

Ramblings

For past couple of days we are very busy. Busy as bee. There are hospital visits, Friends visits, helping friends to search for apartments, cooking dinner for 4 and taking care of little one, little one who has stopped eating and sleeping, little one who just loved to do her swirls and twirls all the time and when there are guests in the house she can’t stop for a second.  Everyone is on toes for past 3-4 days.

Did this happened to you – you mourn for something which you never get to everyone you know and poof !! it’s everywhere, and it came so much that in the end you would say to yourself, I didn’t ask that much !! Yeah something happened to me past couple of days so I am now in excess mourning state.

Mourning aside, I baked Almond cookies this weekend.

I fell in love with cute little silicon muffin cases I bought few months back. They are such delights – reusable, require almost no cleaning and I like the shapes of cookies when they came out, all even. Classic process is to leave the spoonful dough of cookies on the greased pan or use parchment paper instead of greasing the pan but my dough some times has so running consistency that it doesn’t work for me. These muffin cases are perfect for me and they are so colorful, Reva loves to play with them as well –

Also I baked Banana-Walnut-Chocolate Cookies few weeks back.

We had grilled Salmon this weekend, it was so easy to made and so yummy –

Yeah I am stepping towards to become Non-Vegetarian. I started to have eggs, chicken and fish. People tend to leave non-veg but I on the other hand start eating it, I don’t mind because I am eating for taste. I still love dal-chawal with Vishal’s cooked Aloo bhujiya indefinitely. So why Non-veg ?? There is a story behind it. I might be 5-6 years old when my family used to eat non-veg. I mean proper types, we used to have big meals for friends and families on Sundays cooked by Papa with helping Mom and Aunties. Papa loved eating fish, chicken and lamb and so we little ones. Few months back when I told Mom that Reva is having boiled eggs in her breakfast then she told me I used to love sunny side up eggs [ !!! I don’t remember anything like that]. So you know that my family loves Non-Vegetarian food 20 years ago but then one day a unfortuante [maybe fortunate] thing happened and Papa decided to quit. My father is very religious man, seriously. I could write hundred of posts to prove it that he is the most religious man I ever seen. In 1989, my father was posted in Gwalior. His office was in the little outskirts of the city and the building was quite big and old. One day a group of Jain Saints came to the office campus looking for shade and water [classic story!]. You know about Jain saints – they eat before sunset, they stop before sunset, they only walk and never use any kind of transportations, they keep their mouth covered. It was about sunset and the group need some place to spend the night. They send one of their man to Papa’s office to see if there any possiblity for them to have some place for the night. A man came to the office and was asking help, Papa heard his conversation with some men in the office. He immediately alowed them stay in one of the building’s room. He arranged electricity and water for them. Ask one of his helper to stay back if they would need anything in the night. The man went back to his group with the happy news. Papa was about to leave for the day when that Man again came up and said “Sahab apko Baba bula rahe hain”. Papa was like “kaun baba”. He said “Hamare baba, aapse milna chahte hain”. Papa said ok, lets meet him. He went to the room relunctantly and the man asked him to go straight where a man aka Baba was sitting a little higher on the ground. Papa walked towards Baba and sat. Baba asked Papa’s name and about his village. Then he said, “do you want peace and happiness in life” [tell me one name who don’t want it!!], Papa said yes. Baba said, ” Then you have to quit one of your favorite thing immediately and forever”. And the only thing Papa remember was “Non-Vegetarian food” [d’oh!]. Then and there he quit eating Non-vegetarian food for peace and happiness [which I don’t understand how quitting your favorite thing leads to happiness and peace and why saint always asked to leave what we love the most – is this the true way of happiness and peace or they want to make our life as miserable as they have their own ?? – another whole lotta story].

Though I never had any non-vegetarian food for 20 years but I still got that taste bud and living with a foodie I got the reason to reactivate those taste buds. So far I am loving it :). I am aware of what I am having in my food and I made myself promise to keep my indulgence in a limit. For sometime I loved to eat out but now I started cooking. Fish particularly Salmon is a rich source of Omega-3 fatty acids, so we decided to have it on once a week. I cooked in a simple way so that Reva also can have some bites.

Here I am cooking, baking and rambling on about life.

12th January – An Ode to my School days

Yesterday night Vishal asked me about the date, usually I am bad with dates and days but yesterday I was not.  Just a second of think-a-pow [used from Reva’s favorite program Waybuloo!!], I said 12th January.  Then he said anything special for the day, I said it was special when we were in school. This day was used to be our Annual Function day in the school.

In school days, I used to bite my tongue when someone ask me about my school’s name but now I can proudly say I spent my glorious 4 1/2 years studying in Maharishi Vidya Mandir. It was a normal school with extraordinary affairs like – Transcendental Meditation two times in a day for 20 minutes, unusual uniform (combination of mustard and white), “Jai-Gurudev”- instead of Good Morning and Good Afternoon to teachers, unusual dressings of male teachers (kurta pajama or dhoti kurta), hindi and english medium students sitting in same room and many more.  I studied their for 4 1/2 years but in mid of 12th std I changed the school [sigh sigh].  Those 4 1/2 years were my golden teenage days where I made gems of friends, met some great teachers, got the taste of sports, study sincerely [which happened rarely] and become the most active and happy girl.

First few months were quite difficult for me because my last class was not completed with flying colors. We were living in nearby district of Bhopal and 3 month before the final exam of 7th standard my grandfather passed away. My father is the elder son and he had to take care of all the processes and it was not possible for us to stay alone in the town and continue schooling so we stayed in Bhopal for 2 months and came to our town just 3 weeks before final exams. I don’t know how I passed those exams. Now we have to move to Bhopal for my grandmother which was not a big deal. We were settled in Bhopal for decades so it was not a problem for us to move their infact we loved that, the only thing I was scared of was getting admission in a proper school with my 2nd division marks.  We never ever considered the top schools because it was waste of time even trying, so my father was doing some researches and he found Maharishi Vidya Mandir, I think it was his dream school for us. He was happier than us, he was so floored to read brocheures talking about Meditations, traditional values, uniforms, about Maharishiji – I mean he was like he could do anything for it. When me and my sister saw the brochure we too kinda like it [you know how little ones are attracted to things to see their parent’s attraction]. So it was done from our side that we are going in to the school but it was upto the school to take us. Unfortunately I failed the clearance test and it was obvious because I don’t remember the difference of cell and tissues, I forgot the World Wars dates, I forgot the formula of area of parallelogram [please don’t laugh !]. My sister passed the entrance but I didn’t, my father went to visit the Principal’s office and explained my situation and he agreed on the basis of an undertaken application. If I scored more than 75% marks in first term than I can continue in the school else not [heh heh, I completed 4 1/2 years dude!]. So that was the little background of my admission.

Back to first few months, yes those days were quite difficult for me.  An hour-long assembly, greet teachers by “Jai-Gurudev”, two-time 20 mins Meditation  – with no idea for few months how to sit closing eyes, sharing class with hindi medium students, adjusting with some super strict teachers, new faces all around. It was tough for me. But in couple of months I was fine. Made new and good friends, play some unusual sports like – Kho-Kho, Kabaddi, Volleyball – I usually played piddu, badminton, loha-lakkad in school. I was having fun. We used to play in ground or in auditorium when it rains, where ever we can see enough space. By November I was quite warmed up and then came the word Annual Function preparation. I was quite surprised to know that school has fixed day of Annual Function that is 12th January because it is Maharishiji’s Birthday. Teacher’s were preparing for songs, dance, plays list and selecting students. I too in enthu gave some mini auditions for dance and songs and bingo I was in 2 and half dance, half dance means a little performance in a play. One was classical Sarasvati Vandana [I never did classical dance before] and other was Giddha [ I still remember one line of the song – kabhi hu karke kabhi han karke – heh heh!! so funny]. Function had many other programs, some of them were – Bamboo Dance, there was very funny skit and my little sister’s class performance [sorry sis I forgot but I do remember the next year performance of yours]. I was so damn excited about the function. The day came and my parents also arrived. Function went very smoothly, every action upto the mark. we were praised a lot. On way back to home I was so happy to see my parent’s face, they were so glad to see the arrangements and programs.  And in a jiffy my first year was completed with flying colors 🙂

In 9th standard I made my best of best friends and I am blessed with their friendship till date [thanks all for your love and ears :)]. I participated in the inter-school Kho-Kho competition and those were my best days, Now I ever think of sports I always think of my Kho-Kho days. In the end me and some of my team members were selected for District level competition. Later came Annual Function, this year I didn’t participate much in the programs except a funny fashion show [dont surprised to see fashion here, it was damn funny].  9th std also passed happily. Then came the most awaited year of the student’s life – 10th std. For few days it was like our teachers were more scared than us, everyone were singing song “be serious, it is 10th board”. I guess after listening this song over and over we became so carefree that 10th std became my unforgettable class. Me and my girl-friends [i don’t know boy-friends because they looked so damn serious all the time] had so much fun and did so much mischiefs that when we meet and talked about it we just ended on laughing laughing and laughing [O man ! it was fun]. 10 th std students were not allowed to take part in any curricular activities [what a fish !] but we still managed our own. I participate in Inter-school Kho-Kho competition that year too [:)]. 10th standard was also gone with flying colors. Now came the year of turning point of our lives, some of our friends switched to new schools [but it doesnt change much in our friendship, thanks to phone and Bhopal for being small city], some opted for different subjects, things were changing slowly as we were getting presure of competition exam and it’s coaching. Year was moving quite but later we heard the news of  Maharishi Schools’ Inter State cultural competition going to held in the 12th January week. Thats all we needed those days. I think that was my last cultural fest in the school times. Man! we had fun, we participated in song, dance and many other competition. What a splendid time it was, we win some of the competitions and enjoyed each and everyone.  11th standard passed on a happy note but last year was stressful. After first term I decided to switch school because it was going very hectic for me with all the early morning and late evening coaching with long hours school. It was heat breaking but I had to.

Those were the best days of my life. 12th of January gave me the reason to celebrate with my friends and teachers and now every year when the day comes I always remembered all the chaos in the auditorium, teachers yelling on us to get ready, we in the costumes getting desperate for our performances and eagerly waiting for the lunch which was provided by the school. Next day was declared holiday so it was fun too. I will never ever forgot my school days in Maharishi Vidya Mandir, Ratanpur, Bhopal.