Five point Monday ๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿผ๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘†๐Ÿผ

Yes, the weekend has ended. I am sure you had a gala one with fine dining and some drinks at an exquisite restaurant or a new city bar. And the thought of the dreaded Monday is already lurking in your nebulous mind.

But do not let haze pull you that way and steer you body, soul and mind in a direction that will make this Monday worthwhile by these five pointers:

โœ๏ธ Monday needs a to -do- list: create a rough list of errands that warrant your prime attention and stick it on the fridge door. Work it up and stay sorted for the rest of the week.

โœ๏ธ Monday means make more of it: if your are self employed higher up your target this week and if you are employed invest more effort in your work for the reflected feel good effort.

โœ๏ธ Monday means save 10% more:Let’s monitor our expenses this week and cut down the extravaganza to add on to our savings. A meagre 10% can bring on a ๐Ÿ’ฏ % chin up there.

โœ๏ธ Monday is about a cause: your friend is singing for a charity, your colleague is raising funds via a marathon and your neighbour has held a coffee evening for a cancer research organisation. Decide to be a part of it this Monday. Make it meaningful.

โœ๏ธ Monday -stick that smile on:Plan your next weekend outing-are you visiting your nan? Are you attending the baby shower? Or, are you dancing away all night at the spice club? Make it all this Monday to keep your spirits high and your mojo going.

Look out for the positive!! Monday is the start- needs to be a happy one, so smile ๐Ÿ˜ƒ with all your heart โฃ

Joys and love ๐Ÿ’–

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High protein quick dinner-ADAI DOSA

Being a vegetarian is not easy. It not only takes away the access to a variety of high protein resources but also limits the recipes you can do for a two-year old. P.S. here I am talking about an eggless ๐Ÿณ kitchen life.

Before I return to the title, I would like to take you to yester years. No one was bothered what the toddler ate, as long as she ate some home cooked food. Five -a-day was unknown,sugar in juices was never measured, protein -no protein was inexistent, cotton candy ๐Ÿญ was not restricted to outings, whatever came her way was offered and she had a palate of a kitten ๐Ÿฑ and she just ate,dripping-slipping, like no one was watching.That was my mom to me and on record I am pretty fit and healthy while I am done with half my potential life. However,the era has changed and now we do all by evidence and research analytics. Internet resources are over our mum’s prudent wisdom and if we decline them we are guilty of losing onto the essentials for our one precious jewel. To add on, I am no different.๐Ÿคฆโ€โ™€๏ธ

Well, I will steer back to the topic now. Today me and my lil Mr.A were home and his friend’s mom called us to join at the soft play. As much as I wanted to be a couch potato, I knew it was not going to be the case so agreed on the offer for a change of site.

Trying to comply with filling up the deficit of being a veg and a day home, I kept pondering over a expedient nutritious dinner ๐Ÿฅ˜ for him after his play date. I gave him a few options – otti (aka- roti), khichhi ( aka- khichdi), doccha (aka-Dosa)and he jumped and rambled,” Doccha,Doccha!!”( For all of you who do not know about this savoury dish originating from the south of India – it is a lentil rice crepe– to save the eggles veg species on this planet ๐ŸŒŽ)

“OMG ๐Ÿ˜ฎ-what did he just asked for -I don’t have the batter ready and now there was no going back on the menu and changing it. Phew! What a sagacious mom, I am??”,I muttered to myself almost pulling my hair after spitting the list out of my tongue.

But you know what – there ain’t any mum without a witty solution to a problem. We all find them and ADAI DOSA flashed to my sluggish brain instantly. The dish was once described by S-I-L as no fermentation, noshery recipe. ” All under control.”, proud me,repeated to him and myself. The ingredients were already sitting in my kitchen cupboard, I was well ahead of the prep time and I knew this was a swift one to follow.

๐Ÿ‘†๐ŸผAnd this is what I created for him after we were back from a back-breaking 3 hour playtime- a meal packed full of protein, as per his taste buds and crisp to his likings. The li’l fella had a few conical ones and slept ๐Ÿ› cozy in his bed.

For the quick pictorial recipe:read below๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡๐Ÿ‘‡

โœ๏ธ Mix 1/4 cup channa dal (Bengal gram), 1/4 cup urad dal (Husked black gram), 1/4 cup tuar dal (pea pigeon dal) and 1/2 cup rice and 1 dry red chilli. Wash and soak for 2-3 hours.

โœ๏ธ add 1/2 inch of ginger, 1tsp cumin, a good pinch of asfoetida( heeng) and water to grind to a coarse batter. Leave for fermentation for 2-3 hours.

โœ๏ธ to the final batter add finely chopped onion, green chilli, salt and karipata (optional) but my Mr. loves it plain so just salt.

โœ๏ธ using a rounded spoon spread the batter on a heated tawa pan like a crepe and sprinkle ghee. Allow it go golden crisp on medium flame.

โœ๏ธ flip the dosa and cover with a lid till cooked fully.

โœ๏ธ serve it with coconut chutney or jaggery and ghee.

The laddie and mommy both enjoyed eating a delish meal and read our favourite fish book to sleep.

Hope this simple yet tick all boxes -recipe is useful for your rushed days and if you are a vegetarian ๐ŸŒฑ like us.

I am sure you have more ideas ๐Ÿ’ก for me to make my life easier, do add them in comments..

Much love and happy doccha days๐Ÿฅ˜๐Ÿฅ˜

MY LAST SHOW EVER!!

This was about a public incident that happened in a live show. I do not remember the tragedy clearly now but back then it inspires to write the verse from the mind waves of a foetus.

I hope you get the pain that’s hidden..

In the warm cuddly bed,

With my eyes close I slept,

She was wearing the danglers,

A rose gold watch ,coupla bangles.

She was ready for a head start,

I felt the brakes and the car parked,

The warmth grew,

Guess I was new.

She was soon lost in the crowd,

They played as a band,

They played really loud..

I snuggled her veins,

For a little squeeze,

I was only few weeks,

And she could barely feel..

The louder they played,

More glued I stayed..

To her little womb,

Cornered in the cocoon..

The music disguised,

Their eyes spied..

No more a melody,only a hustle,

I could not see but sensed the tussle,

She could not breathe in that smoke,

She was terrified and I choked,

The sounds were bizarre,

They were blasting the tower,

Parts collapsed and some surpassed..

She hanged by the pane

for few seconds at the last,

I struggled ,I wriggled with her inside,

Was left with no option but a suicide!!

Was left with no option but a suicide

Was it a hard way for you too?

There is little to do and little to Say,

I have learnt this a hard way,

When you walk with pride ,

They walk with you ,

they say what you say..

When you laugh out loud,

Like no one is watching,

It is easy to spot that you are happy ,

It is the time when they are also merry.

When you talk all glory,

There is no darkness inherent,

Then they are all yours,

And it all beams for them in the moment.

When you are all brisk and crisp,

And there are no signs of mist,

They want to hold your hands ,

And walk with you miles and take all the risk.

The time you grief , you break , you snip,

It is then it all drifts,

It is then you are denied,

It is then you are no more allied

It is then only the truth,

It is then when you call it all rude,

You cry , you sigh , you shout , you brood,

But there is little to do , little to Say,

And I have learnt this hard way !! _dj

Shabd na baandhe paayenge…” -Hindi poetry

This is dedicated to the snowfall early this year …I just got reminded while revisiting my poems on Facebook , it was so beautiful that I couldnt find a right title and hence called- Shabd na baandhe paayenge…”

Uttari zameen par taaro si,

Asmaan ke kinaaro se,

Gilli, mulaayam chaadar woh,

Jo dharti ne odhi bochaaro se.

.

Har patta , boota soya tha,

Jab raat ne pehra mara tha,

Chupke se aake bikhar gayi,

Boondo mein woh sihar gayi,

Kuch thandi thi,kuch naram thi,

Taaro si saaf par zara na garam thi.

.

Parde khule,subah ne angdaayi li

Maine bhi aankhen fir jhapkaai thi,

Sona chamak raha tha sadko par,

Ya mein sapno main khoya tha,

Baadlo ne ghera daala tha,

Ya asmaan jee bhar ke roya tha.

.

Sab shoonya sa ruka hua,

Woh tana jo tha jhuka hua,

Pehne khada poshaak safed,

Sab ek ranga na koi bhedh,

Yeh kaisi rachna, ghatna, maya hai,

Kya raavan ne mrighya dikhaya hai?!

.

Mein stabdh hu soch sundar Kya hoga,

Saikdo ne milkar jo yeh buna hoga,

Koi shabd na baandhe paayenge,

Kaise alokik ko darshayenge?

.

Yeh moh hai, moh ka posa hai,

Jisme bhigha kosa kosa hai..

Yeh narm, saaf,ujla, meetha,

Jo bharde dharthi ka seena,

Yeh rui jaise girta hai,

Kabhi udta aur pighalta hai,

Agar Yeh asmaan ka rona hai,

Toh rone se sundar kya hona hai..

Yeh taare phir aaj gire,

Meri dharti phir se bhare-DJ

Fight the strangerโ€™s anxiety – 5 simple tips,tried and tested!

Do you remember when you sent your LO to a childminder or the school for the first time? Did those teary eyes not let you sleep the whole night? You introduced her to your close friend and she anticipated only fear-did this happen as well? It was your summer break,you visited your parents abroad and was she all clingy there? That face that made her cry- that face was strange- not painted in the canvas of her mind as often as yours!!

As baby A has been growing up I have faced these situations more often than I would have liked to. The terminology stranger’s anxiety has always lead me into a dilemma – is he just clever and feigning all of it or is there a definite emotional juggle on for him??

Just after his second birthday, he was being moved to a different room with the bigger children and to my surprise he outrightly refused to go to his favourite place. Although it came to me as a shock again because except some of the mates nothing much was twisting for him, I could totally understand it was hard for him to convey his fears to me. His upset face was crashing into me again and again seeking some sort of acknowledgement to reassure him that everything is going to be OKAY ๐Ÿ‘Œ.

Over the last year, I have realised babies and toddlers have a strong need for addressing their unspoken desires. We,as adults tend to forget the fact that they are only little, all tangled in their small world trying to solve the puzzle and we swift quickly into classifying the behaviour change as a tantrum.

The whole idea behind this grading is kind of seeking forgiveness for our own behaviour in my eyes.What we need to do is become more vigilant about the needs of our delicate candy flosses.

Here are five ways to help them cope with stranger’s anxiety and make the changes easy for them.

๐Ÿ˜Š Talk and share

I am pretty sure you barely get that rambling and she barely gets it too but she does get the expression, the tone, the empathy and the reassurance. Repeating the information about the change that’s going to come in,as subtly as possible, can go a long way in averting the trepidation. While she might understand only bits, she does feel secure for the reassurance offered.

๐Ÿ˜Š Familiarity helps

Getting to know the names and a few prominent things about their new friends and the key workers can be a positive way of working around the perturbation. Simply talking to her about her new friends at the play school can encourage her to mingle with them ones relatively easily and make the transition smoother for your munchkin.

๐Ÿ˜Š Do not pass them over

Your BFF might have known you for ages and may have the best intentions to make your kiddo chuckle, but your sweetheart is hardly aware of it.If she is not ready with the mindset, do not pick on her. Keep her along with you and gradually get on with the introduction, ask them to involve her in silly games, making the funny faces etc. perhaps at distance. She might take a day or two to know them but once she is sure and feels safe it is no different.

๐Ÿ˜Š Picture memory

We, unfortunately are miles away from our family. After Baby A has been added to our family tree,we have had met our families only once a year. That’s not even a count. However, meanwhile we created a frame of our family members and keep playing with him find who’s who!! This helps him learn the names and recognise them on the Skype calls. Besides, making him feel more comfortable with the family members, it is really satisfying for them to realise that he knows them by their names and relations.

๐Ÿ˜Š Get on with it mommy

It is not unusual for a mom to worry about the distressed one as she enters the kindergarten to drop her and leave her there in tears. But trust me, waiting and consoling sometimes can make it even worse for her. Let her deal with it mommy. She know her strengths and she will trace her way out to be her usual self ASAP as long as she is supported well by the team. The more you appear apprehensive, the more you will leave her edgy. A happy bye might do the trick instead.

While there are many more to add you must not forget this-๐Ÿ‘‡

Before you realise it, it will be long gone. Do not fret. It is only a phase, a developmental process for her normal growth and creating a sense of security in her for the future to come. Take it positively and be supportive of her at every change.

I, recently reemployed all my strategies for making Baby A’s transition to his new room without any hiccups. They do work every time.

How do you deal with these daily stresses and make your bundle of joy sail through them? Do share and help me add to my list!!

Shades worn just yday !! ๐Ÿ’ฅ๐Ÿ’ฅ

Hey ya!! Yes, it is all silent after the last night show. For the last two weeks I have been on with this Diwali Diwali feeling and more here and on social media. This whole concept of illuminating lives mesmerises me every year ever since I understood that it is more than just a celebration.

Diwali leaves me and my family with loads of memories to cherish every passing year. Same rituals with a different story- additions of more gleaming chapters-is what it stands for me.

This year was Baby A’s first one with his friends. Besides, that last one week of adding tidbits of Diwali help him gauge what is the occasion like. When I lit the lamps every evening, he developed this understanding that it was something to do with Jai Jai (folding hands in front of God). On Diwali when the whole house was lightened up, he pointed to each one of it and mentioned Jai Jai. It marked some achievement there for me, while I have been trying each day to inculcate our values and culture in him in a foreign land.๐Ÿ˜Š

Yesterday after the offerings at ours we went his friend’s for celebrating it together. Their whole place was filled with aroma of tasty delicacies, friends, fun and frolic, fireworks, chanting of aarti, lots of chit-chat, happy vibes, a few classic moves , lots of clicks and finally two rounds of UNO which climaxed this beautifully hosted Diwali night with a hope for another one next year filled with the same love.

Apart from all the fun, the shades this Diwali added to my picture memory. And what could be better than sharing them here.

While I am back to work tomorrow,these clicks will keep me going for a few weeks to come until Christmas ๐ŸŽ„.

If you celebrated, hope you had a great time too with your family and friends.

Announcement this Diwali !!

When it is festivity time all you want is to be home. To be very precise well within the sphere of your immediate family and friends. But here I was working 9 till 5, on some rotten, aching teeth, measuring them up to stand again and flourishing those faces with a smile.

Not that I don’t love my job yet I wanted to be back home with my parents,my nieces and nephews munching the carb loaded delicacies, lighting up with fire crackers high in the sky, playing antakshri and dining out at the Taj.

None of them was gonna happen on this cold evening. It was the same dark, dull, monotonous day coming to end with a sulk and a sigh.

I packed up, logged off, threw my scrubs on the floor, put my red jumper on, picked up my mess and car keys and navigated my Tomtom to the traffic-laden roads for a mind screwing drive.Then what I saw just lit my face like a Diwali diya.

One of my recent Diwali article –Diwali,childhood,coconut barfi and more and the recipe was featured on a cultural website called culture groove in Chicago.

I picked up my just turned two laddie, fed him and shared the news with my better half. And now I sit down here on my couch after the day’s work to share the same with you guys. So pleased and so happy like Diwali โ˜บ๏ธโ˜บ๏ธ

Here is the link folks:

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2wnA9hvxZzo

Wishing you all a happy choti Diwali.๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

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