Report Card…

"There is no pleasure in having nothing to do; the fun is in having lots to do and not doing it."
—Mary Wilson Little

or maybe, I call myself Busy Bee….

                             

It’s not that Shaurya is not being naughty anymore or is just not doing things worth mentioning, it’s just that his mommy dear is too pre- occupied in ten thousand things and I think I must put forth my profound apologies to Shaurya for showing so much of laxity. Well, am sure he will excuse me, because he sees me running around every day, catching up with every minute i wasted around.

Its been so long that I penned down anything and even i need to get into the groove and so to start with I have something really special and this is Shaurya’s first term Report Card. Well, this is his first ever Progress Report. I was really excited when I got in my hands and so, I thought I would take some pictures and put them up here. I would just like to add here that Shaurya joined the school in the month of July and the term ended in mid September, so I was all the more happy to see that my little prince has settled well in the new environment. He loves his new school and doesn’t want to miss even a day. As parents, this was the first Report card that we got to sign and we both were beaming when we did that.

I’m proud of you my son. I don’t want you to achieve good grades in academics, but yes, I desire, that you become a good human being. It is a broad term and I know that… will let you fill in the qualities of a good human being…

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(By the way.. don’t give your mum a report card for not writing the blog regularly)

“Mamma… look this is for you…”

Just remembered a quote by Emma Goldman, “I'd rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck.”

Shaurya always amazes me with his new found likes and dislikes and this time it is his love for flowers. I wonder how, but Shaurya is quite obsessed with the fact that his mother should wear flowers. Whenever and where ever he sees a flower, he plucks it and gets it for me. I do feel like stopping him from plucking them, but then the selfish mother inside me wants him to get one every time. It is very fulfilling to see him running around looking at the flowers and then finally deciding on the one he would want for me.

Recently we attended three weddings and Shaurya got me flowers that were used for decoration to wear in my hair. So in all the wedding I have sported big yellow sunflowers to daisies. They did look funny at times but since they had been brought in by my little angel so I did put them willingly in my hair.

Shaurya usually goes for his skating sessions in the evenings and the little walk to the skating rink is lined with flowers. On our way back he loves picking flowers for me and then forces me to put them in my hair. I realize that I might look funny to a bystander as the era when women would adorn their tresses with flowers is long gone by and forgotten but then I admire the feelings with which he gives them to me and to respect those feelings I put the flowers on whenever he gives me one.

In days ahead I am sure, Shaurya would get over this little routine and may not resort to buy or pick flowers until a couple of years down the line. Most likely they would then be for someone other than his mother. I hope that when you grow up you are sensitive and sensible enough to carry on doing these little things to make some one special feel all the more special. For now, I guess, I shall enjoy my little treats and this lovely little display of your love and smell the sweet scent of all flowers that you can lay your hands upon for me.

Jai Maata Ji Ki Jai..

I am not sure if it’s my habit of going into a hibernation after every few posts or just a possibility that my little one is not giving me enough stories to post in. I believe its the former since Shaurya picks up a new trick every now and then and has been doing his best on that front. At times I just wish I had a photographic memory and ample time at hand to save and document every little incident for my little angel to read when he grows up…

Coming back to the title, well it seems quite apt to commence something with the name of the almighty, but here, the title refers to something else. It was yesterday when I had to visit the Kailash Colony market to run some important errands when I saw this fancy grocery store and decided to check it out. I was not running by any particular grocery list and followed my instinct with Shaurya as usual wanting everything in the store and handing out things to me and me putting them back.

It was some time before we finally stepped out of the store and I was intrigued by few people gathered right outside the door talking about the smoke emanating from the ventilator of the shop next door. It was just about that moment when someone opened the shutter and huge flames shot out of the shop.

We were stunned by the shooting flares and stood transfixed in our positions for a minute trying to understand the situation. It was only when I saw that people around us were shouting and running around, I realized that the raging fire was not less than 4 feet away from us.

I quickly grabbed Shaurya and rushed to the other side of the road where Shaurya’s Da-Ma was busy and alarmed her about the fire. It seemed forever waiting for her to come down the little flight of stairs and once she was with us, I wasted no time in rushing everyone across past the running people and screeching cars to the spot where our car was parked.

Normally you would see people give in to panic and jam all roads in a matter of few moments and I was just thankful that someone coming from behind sensed the commotion and halted and I got the needed space to take my car out and speed through a by-lane. Well, I must admit, that for once I felt that perhaps I was face to face with my end and perhaps was rushing through my last few moments and even found myself praying. But, I guess once we were out, I could compose myself but still could not think of anything but reaching back home at the earliest.

I guess it came as a greater shock to Shaurya and the entire sight moved him so much that he sat in the car with his hands folded and climbed the stairs to the house in the same manner and kept telling me that he was asking God not to ‘give us’ fire.

Since it was already dusk and had become dark, he held my hand saying that he could not see my face and I finally managed to open the door lock with one hand and hugging Shaurya with the other. As soon as we were inside our home, he took me to the corner where we have placed some idols of Gods and Goddesses and folded his hands again and looked at me and said, “Jai Mata Ji Ki Jai”. i gave him a tight hug and did the ‘Jai-kaara’ for him and after that he did not let me leave him even for a minute. As I key in this post, I am sitting next to him as he sleeps. Perhaps the sight he saw is still bothering him a bit and he wakes up every now and then and looks at me as I try comforting him.

Well, my little angel, all I can wish for is the power to protect you from all dangers and be with you all the time. I ‘m sure that in a few years you will not want my protective arm around you and would learn to fight your own battles and deal with them. Perhaps someday as I grow old and frail I shall look upon you to hold me and comfort me like you need me today. One of these days when you shall grow up to be a fine strong man, I would seek you to hold me steady or guide me to safety but I guess no matter how the time changes us just remember that my good wishes and love would always be with you no matter where you are, to protect you from any impending danger.

God bless and as you say “Jai Mata Ji Ki Jai” again.