RESOLUTION DISSOLUTION

Every year I make many resolutions, 
But steadily they all come to their conclusion.

When a child, I pledged to top my class,
And after a month, ended up saying Alas!

Then I grew up promising to limit my TV time,
But, the title of couch potato was all mine!

Once I considered saying no to sibling rivalry, 
But could not take up the idea of chivalry.

I gave up chocolates at the dawn of a new year, 
Again, my determination did not adhere. 

At one time I affirmed to regularly exercise,
Although not sticking to it was no surprise!

Time flew and so did my each resolution,
Keeping them for good was only a delusion.

Finally, I told myself-
These resolutions are not for me, 
My will is not strong enough, so let it be!

And now there is just one resolution I make
Not to make anymore for heaven’s sake!

A DAY DEDICATED TO TEACHERS

Teacher’s Day- a day dedicated to our loving and respected teachers, which fills our hearts with nostalgia as we remember our unforgettable school days. Making cards, role-playing as teachers, playing skits, singing songs, and performing dances for our remarkable teachers used to be the whole day program. Celebrations remain the same and still continue. The only thing that has changed that now we help our kids in wishing their teachers, especially in the current pandemic situation, where the school is online and we, as parents, are now more involved in our children’s school activities. 

Last year, my younger son was supposed to join a formal school, but due to the pandemic, everything went online. So, I composed a poem, ‘My Formal School’ on his behalf, for his teachers:

My formal school started online,

Seeing new teachers, I felt so fine.

Writing letters, learning numbers,

Singing rhymes and dancing too.

Thank you, Teachers,

Learning is fun.

I love online classes

And I love you too!

For my elder son, where the teachers were facing teething troubles of online classes, I wrote the poem, ‘My Teachers In Pandemic’:

Am I audible?

Can you see the screen?

Are the new challenges faced by the teachers,

In this pandemic routine.

Ma’am, he’s hitting me!

Ma’am, he’s not letting me write!

Has now changed to;

Ma’am, he removed me!
Ma’am, he’s chatting, which isn’t right!

Screen is the new blackboard,

Scroll up and down the data stored,

Correction on screen is so difficult,

By the end, eyes strain as a result.

Yet, you managed all,

Thank you, my teachers,

For taking so much pain,

Your hard work and efforts are my gain.

Being in the teaching profession myself, I know how much hard work, both mental and physical, is required. But, in the pandemic, the teachers have really showed up a great deal of patience and I salute their spirit. Hope the challenging times end soon and the new normal is over with the beginning of offline classes.

THE SEARCH ENGINE SAGA

Do you know what is Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis?

Even I didn’t until I searched the web for the longest word in dictionary. Yes, and I am sure you will have googled it too! That’s what we all have been doing in the smartphone era and will continue to do so. 

Search engines proved to be an easy access to all the information, that too on our fingertips. All information here refers to the mass- good or bad, positive or negative. Sometimes we get the result in just the top results, else it is like manually searching for a particular tree bark in the jungles of Amazon. Last year, we all were so paranoid with the new pandemic causing disease that ‘coronavirus’ was the most searched word on Google in 2020, as expected.

As I also mentioned in my old article, “When In Doubt, Just Google”, getting information about a particular thing is easy and can be misleading also. When I was expecting my first child, I got chickenpox, that too for the first time in my life. The doctor told me not to worry, yet I searched all over the internet about what all negative effects it can have on the foetus, getting all the more anxious and restless. “Stop searching the net”, my brother warned me as he explained that whatever information the search engines have are given by the users only, citing that if he had a headache after eating sweets, he would mention it on any XYZ website and when a person like me would come across, he/she will believe that if I eat sweets, I will get a headache.

I recently gifted a dictionary to my 9-year-old, as I realised that I was setting up a bad example of using the search engines too often. ‘Creative search’, using your mind is better than an ‘easy search’. So, now if you hit that search button, just pause and think if it’s really needed or not.

THE FIGHTER IN ME

Getting panicked easily, worrying too much, getting nervous quickly…


Yes, the above-mentioned traits have been a part of me. I have been really trying hard not to get scared and face the situation bravely.


Recently, when I had covid, along with other members of the family, I was the most drained out of energy, too feeble to stand for long. As a protocol, we were checking our oxygen levels regularly. It ranged from 96- 99. There came a time when during one night, my level went down to 95. Even after deep breathing exercises, it didn’t increase. I got scared, but didn’t bother to wake anyone and tell. Instead, I kept on telling myself that I couldn’t let this virus overpower me. Just as in the image, the lion was a virus and the fighter was me. I kept on meditating and after 2 hours, oxygen saturation reached 97. ‘‘I did it’’, I said to myself.


I am a fighterYes I amI keep telling myself
Until all worries shun
I can fight
If I try
I can win too
Then why should I cry
Overcome your fears
Don’t distress
There’s a fighter in each of us.

COURAGE – WINNING OVER YOUR FEARS

“Courage is not about being fearless,
It’s about winning over your fears”

We all have grown up listening to fables, bed-time stories and fairy tales. These stories were not just meant to be for entertainment, but conveyed deep messages. Courage is what most of these stories have in common in some or the other way. There is this one character who demonstrates courage and exemplary skills of heroism.

I too had a big hardcover book of bed-time stories that I used to read before dozing off to sleep. Not because I didn’t have time during the day, but because I was so dumb (read naïve) as a child that since it’s cover boldly mentioned ‘Children’s Bedtime Stories’, I dared not read it until it was bedtime!

So, my favourite stories were many, but I really liked The Little Red Riding Hood the most. I admire the cute little girl in red cloak as she had the courage to go alone, through the dangerous forest, to her grandmother’s house. On realizing that the grandma she met was actually a wolf in disguise, she didn’t fret and bravely called out for help. Though she was scared, she overcame the challenges by showing courage. 

In any grim situation, it’s courage which helps us beat the odds and emerge as winners. Though Little Red Riding Hood was a little adventurous, as she didn’t follow her mother’s strict instructions of not wandering off the path and not talking to anyone in the woods, it takes courage to have adventure in real life as well. Isn’t it?

THE DAY I DIALLED 100, FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER

It was a normal routine trip to the nearby market in Dwarka, Delhi. I was on my Scooterette and was going back home. As soon as I turned on the ignition and accelerated, a bike rapidly came from behind and the guy on it gave a little jolt near me and said something. We both were wearing helmets and so, I could not hear what he actually said, but I actually was shocked and it took me some time to gather myself. It felt as if he tried to scare me or rather teased me. Eve-teasing during those times was very common. With a flick, he raced his bike and sped away. My heartbeat was racing too, in anger. I didn’t know what to do.

In all this commotion, I forgot to look at the number plate of the bike. I was so shaken and angry that I took out my mobile phone and dialled 100. My call was responded to immediately, but due to lack of details, I was told that they won’t be able to help me. I asked if they could let me know if there’s any PCR van nearby. They refused. I guess GPS tracking wasn’t popular then! Anyways, I wanted to teach the guy a lesson, so I decided to chase him. I saw him taking a turn, so I also followed him. But the distance between us was so much that I lost his track. I kept on going further until I realized that won’t be of any help and I was wasting my time.

A moment later, when I returned back home, I thought it was stupid of me for not noticing the number plate of that bike. However, I felt good that I had the courage to follow him! Courage, that was fuelled by anger. From that day, I have started being more observant and now I do glance at the number plates of the vehicles around me.

HONESTLY, HONESTY CAN TAKE A BACK SEAT, SOMETIMES

Honestly speaking, when I decided on the title for my article, before reading other articles, I didn’t realize that it will be similar to what my fellow writer Prabhjot wrote. Yes, honesty is the best policy, but not always.

A couple of days back, my little son was studying online about the five senses. His teacher drew the picture on her board and my son was copying her. Trust me, his drawings were hilarious and the nose he drew was nowhere near to the actual nose. My elder son reprimanded him, “What have you made? Is it supposed to be like this?” Obviously, my younger one started crying and I had to intervene.

“You should not have said like that to your younger brother” I said.

“But Mumma, look at his drawings.”

“Wow Abir, you made these?” I asked my younger one.

“Mumma, what’s wow in this?” My elder son asked in dismay. “Why are you lying?”

“I am not lying.” I replied. “These are good because this is his first attempt in making these. He drew them all by himself. Besides, no one is a born artist. We practice and get better. You also used to make such drawings and now look at you, you are doing great.”

My elder son immediately understood that some things aren’t to be said bluntly. He said, “Ok Abir, let’s try to make this nose more beautiful.”

It’s good to be honest, but some things, which we know might hurt the feelings of others, can be twisted a bit and told in a better way.

When it comes to a food preparation, my husband is always honest. If a dish tastes delicious, he will go on relishing it and will be full of praises. But, if its not, then he will tell 5-6 times that the preparation was awful. Obviously, I get angry, to which he says, “I can’t give false praises.” To which, I tell him, “No one asks for a false praise, but saying just once that ‘something went wrong with the preparation this time’, is a better way to say that you didn’t like the food.

Being honest is a good virtue and it should be followed but, on certain times, this virtue can take a back seat.