Letter from an Ordinary Mother

Office Canteen

Dear Perfecummy,
Hope this letter finds you in the pink of your holiday project’s cover. I know I have taken too long to write to you and my sincere apologies for the delay. I know the late submission may cost me grade A from your side but please consider this effort as my earnest one and give me extra bonus if possible for neat handwriting. I know I know this is typed on a lousy laptop and not a Mac book, but still I used MS word and should be given credit for being at least not too technologically challenged.
You keep giving me tips on parenting and I swear I try to apply them. In fact, I try to learn from you by observing you too. Well only last PTM when you sat ahead of me for a good 45 minutes and discussed best practices for learning vocabulary, math tables and scoring well in NTSTE. I took mental note of what all can be discussed when my turn came. But alas when it was my turn the teacher started with “ this boy is the naughtiest one…he is never on is seat…look at his handwriting…he speaks in Hindi….he….” needless to say by the time she finished her 5 minute monologue, I just glared at my son. Both husband and I promised to “work on him” and left. Of course later just outside the classroom while my boy took off with his friends chasing them and being playful; husband and I did not waste time on blaming each other for another red faced PTM. Husband was also quick to point out how impeccably dressed you and your brood were while we looked as we were in the society park for leisure.
When I surveyed the class projects displayed I could see a well bound pink file artistically and tastefully done and immediately knew it was yours. My own attempt after being up all night was not only pale but the sheets were also not found together. God knows what happened in transit, it looked better when I made it.
I remember the last time we met and you advised me to get my son for Cricket coaching in the evening, guitar in the afternoon and tuitions in the slot left in between. I did try that and it worked for a total of two days. On day 3 my son was back to Doremon in afternoon, society kabaddi in evening and homework done in the car next morning while going to school. I so wish I had children who listened to me! I mean how do you manage to do it? I really admire the way you manage this. The discipline and manners your children show is impeccable. I remember the last birthday party where my own was pushing, shoving and fighting to poke finger in the perfectly made cake and running amok for the return gift. While I saw your children sitting nicely at tables eating and accepting anything with a polite thank you.
You yourself are yummy mummy while your children are new age “Shravan Kumars”. How I wish I can be like you….I want you to write a book which delineates these steps in detail. If I have the next child (you advise me a lot on the benefits of having at least two children); I shall certainly start him/her on steps written by you.
Hoping things are great at the Sports Academy and the Spell Bee Club. Waiting for your letter with tips you so generously give always.
Your (trying to be) friend,
P.S.: Could you WhatsApp me Class work of 11 Aug and also the Unit Test Dates?



Beep-Beep…buzzed the cellphone! She jumped at the opportunity to break away from the conversation which was borderline heated…. she was about to enter into a big argument with the husband on placement of Water Pitcher as per Vastu….

The message on the phone, a forward; turned out to be a well-timed one.

Whiskey is for drinking; Water is for fighting over! – Mark twain

With renewed energy about her fight over water, she went over to him and said how beneficial it would be to place water in north-east side.

‘It gets morning sun’s rays that lead ….’

Beep-Beep….it was his phone this time…

‘Hey listen to this:

Whiskey is for drinking; Water is for fighting over!

Such great words. Let’s actually get more whiskey for us. Water we can keep anywhere…in any case it may lead to a fight. I will be back soon.’

Needless to say; most often than not Technology is a boon:

  • One gets less time to fight
  • People read the same quotation and don’t have to share silly jokes between themselves
  • Each one sees a situation with their own perspective; and lastly
  • You can stock up on your Whiskey

A Different Independence Day

This year’s independence day was such a charm. Morning it was Flag Hoisting in the residential complex and entertaining patriotic performances by the talented kids. I also participated in a Treasure Hunt I could not crack but it gave a good workout with all the running around. When I was home after the workout I looked up the last date of SALE to kill the evening time. But in time a newly made but great friend reminded me of better things to do.

A cool and compassionate gang from the society had decided to join the RobinHood Army Gurgaon Chapter in their drive to complete #Mission500K. #Mission500K is a drive to feed half a million people a meal better than they have daily; both in India and Pakistan. Since last full week the enthusiastic Robins had managed to gather, not only staples and cookies but toys and clothes in abundance from the generous donors of our complex. All I had to do was just be there for the distribution.

So there were packets equivalent to a single meal for a family all neatly, hygienically packed. We had Rice, Wheat Flour, Semolina, Lentils, Rajma and Chholey and also Ghee, Oil. For the little ones we had Chocolates, Milk, Biscuits and Juices etc. We closed on a strategy of how to go about it and started. First time on any such drive I was just hoping the process is smooth and quick.

As we neared the first cluster and our caravan stopped, I saw anxious faces. Some making a beeline in anticipation others just curious of what is going to happen next. As the expert “Robins” briefed them about our intent, I saw people cautiously yet earnestly trying to be the part of the mission. Enthusiastic little ones were the first to come up and easiest to manage. They queued up and accepted the biscuits and juices with excitement and gratitude. The faces lit up on first sip and the brightness never left till the time I was a witness. The adults when handed over a packet smiled, a manageable lot and disciplined to my surprise.

We covered 3 to 4 clusters and I could collect positivity from each place. In fact the drive and supplies ended too quick and I wanted the evening to be longer!

A meal that we take for granted; a meal our children so many times turn down as distasteful or ordinary, a meal prepared and left on the table, that we forgo just to eat out….the worth of such meals we do not understand…and on the other side when that very meal is received by a person in need, the experience through theirs is entirely enriching. Next time around I have leant to value all my meals  and if I have surplus, I am not waiting for it to become leftover, just to be thrown away. I am taking it to a person who will value it. What a “take away”(pun intended) 🙂

You can get going by joining the Robinhood Army Gurgaon Chapter here: https://www.facebook.com/RHA-Gurgaon-Chapter-1693576714194379/

And read about Robinhood Army here: http://robinhoodarmy.com/

Mission500K: http://robinhoodarmy.com/mission500k/