Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Words fail me!

I read this article on The Times of India yesterday. I almost fell off my chair!! And once I started reading the comments, I was left speechless by most of them. Its not because I didn't expect such comments. Having lived most of my life in India and having seen such MCP mentality abound, this shouldn't have been a surprise to me. But it was. Maybe living in the US for the last 8 years has forced me to lose touch with the reality back home.

Should women work night shifts?
Wednesday, May 02, 2007, 4:26:00 PM

May Day celebrations are typically soporific affairs, marked by long speeches by labour leaders, platitudes by government officials and the weary resignation of a long-suffering work force. But in Bangalore this May Day at a political party function, Karnataka labour minister Iqbal Ansari dropped a bombshell of such intensity that it wouldn't be surprising if he gets blown away by the fallout. He said his government would put in place a law that ensures that women do not work night shifts from July. He believes women should not be at the workplace beyond 8 pm but exempted the IT/BPO sectors and essential services. The ostensible justification for this retrograde step is the increasing incidents of crime against women.


In a day and age when women workers are fighting to be treated on a par with their male counterparts, such legislation will put the clock back by years. Women should be able to work when they want and not be subject to such whimsical laws. For instance, women are making their presence felt in the hospitality sector which Mr Ansari, surely, would admit is a 24x7x365 industry. Such stifling laws would demean their right to equality and opportunity at the work place. Even as the rest of the world is moving towards a gender-neutral work environment, Mr Ansari's law will drive a deeper wedge between men and women. If crime is a problem, it has to be tackled at that level, by beefing up the law-enforcement machinery, not through such inane laws. If Mr Ansari thinks he can woo the woman vote with such legislation, he is sadly mistaken.

Should women work night shifts?

Resident Editor, The Times of India, Bangalore
PS: You may also SMS or email your views. Mail us on
mytimesmyvoice@timesgroup.com with 'Women' mentioned in the subject line. To SMS, type MTMV, leave a space, type WOM, leave a space, type YES or No along with your name, and sms to 8888.

Comments

What the f*** does Mr. Ansari mean? That the reason crimes against women exist (and abound) in India is because women are working night shifts? Is this the only solution he could come up with for dealing with the crimes and the criminals? And he was OH SO KIND in exempting the women who work in the IT/BPO sectors and essential services. But then, how will he "protect" these women?? And if he can protect these women, can't he protect the others too? Now I am soooooooo confused. And I am sure it is because I am a woman. Oh poor me! I need to be saved from myself!! Someone else needs to pass stupid, meaningless laws to make me safe.

Male. Chauvinist. PIG. That is who I think he is. All the unpleasant memories from my growing up years came flooding back. This post came back to my mind. I am hoppin' mad!! I can't even think straight or put my thoughts into coherent words - I am SO mad. Women need to stay at home to avoid being leched at? They need to cover themselves to avoid generating lecherous thoughts in the minds of the animals prowling the streets who would snatch the dupatta off of their own sisters and mothers? They should not go out after it gets dark because it is not safe. They should not go out alone lest someone should harass them. Why, they shouldn't go out. Period.

AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!! I am SO mad that words won't come to my mind.

Doesn't this sound familiar though? I grew up reading what a glorious civilization ours was. Women were respected. We weren't ashamed of nudity or of sex. We gave the world Kamasutra for goodness' sake. And then somewhere down the line, people started getting offended by exposed skin. One argument I heard/read was that men started insisting their womenfolk stay covered and in the confines of their homes to protect them from the evil eyes of the invaders. I can understand that. In those times when our country was being constantly raided by outsiders, when it was common for the invading army to destroy our homes, cities and even rape and murder women and children - and when the common man couldn't do anything against them but protect himself and his own by hiding - it would make sense.

But now our country IS NOT under attack from any outsiders. We own our country. What goes on here is now our responsibility. Good, bad or ugly - we are responsible for it. And WE are responsible for eradicating the bad and the ugly. Why is it not obvious to Mr. Ansari, as it is to many others, that stopping women from working night shifts is NOT going to stop crimes against them? Crimes against women take place in broad daylight too. And inside homes as well. To stop the crimes, you need to stop the criminals. Is it that hard to understand?? I think he is just trying to take the easy way out because the real solution to the problem is so much more difficult. That would mean the police will have to do their work. That means he will have to get rid of the corruption which allows criminals to go traipsing about without having to pay for their crimes. That also means he might have to beef up the security around the city or state to ensure everyone's safty - not just women's. That means the politicians will have to pass stronger, sensible laws and make sure they are implemented.

There are other implications to this situation. Suppose the law were passed and implemented. That would be a major blow to the progress we have made in the areas of equal employment opportunities for both sexes. Which company would hire females if there were even a 1% chance that they might need to stay back late at work to finish some project in time? Will female students even opt for subjects that might take them into fields that have uncertain hours? In that case, we will lose half the brain power rigtht there. Will parents allow their daughters to opt for such careers? There are already a lot of restrictions imposed by families that girls have to face when choosing subjects for higher studies. This will add one more restriction. What about the jobs that require travel? Will women traveling for work be considered "on job" if they are on a flight or a train after 8 pm? What if they are out of state at that time? How about positions that require one to take clients out for dinner to finalize/facilitate business deals. What about women running their own businesses? Will they have to shut their doors promptly at 8 just because they happen to have two X chromosomes and possibly lose out to their male competitors who can keep their business open till late and thus provide one more convenience to their clients?

It insults my intelligence, and I am sure every sane person's, that Mr. Ansari believes women are victims of crimes because they work night shifts. It is the same as saying that women are victims of street harassment because of the way they dress or walk or behave. It insults me that someone should think I might be responsible for some beast's crimes against me. Oh no! It is NOT their screwed up moral standards. It is NOT their criminal mentality. It is NOT the result of an impotent "society" looking the other way when such crimes are committed. It is NOT the law enforcement authorities' inability to maintain law and order. It is NOT the corruption that allows murderers and rapists to go free. It is not ineffective or insufficient laws that enable these criminals either. It... is... the... women! And Mr. Ansari, like the well-meaning super-hero he is, has taken it upon himself to deliver all of us from the clutches of evil by deciding to pass a law to MAKE us sit at home at night! Hallelujah!!

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Where did THIS come from??

A friend forwarded this to me yesterday -

...About girlfriends

Someone will always be prettier.
Some will always be smarter.
Some of their houses will be bigger.
Some will drive a better car.
Their children will do better in school.
And their husband will fix more things around the house.
SO LET IT GO, and love YOU and your circumstances.
Think about it!
The prettiest woman in the world can have hell in her heart.
And the most highly favored woman on your job may be unable to have children.
And the richest woman you know, she's got the car, the house, the clothes~~~~might be lonely.
And the word says, "If I have not Love, I am nothing."
So, again, love YOU.
Love who YOU are.
Look in the mirror in the mornings and smile and say,"I am too blessed to
be stressed and too anointed, to be disappointed!"
"Winners make things happen, while losers allow things happen."

BE "BLESSED" LADIES!!!




And I have since been wondering.... Where the heck did this come from?? This reeks of insecurity. I mean I agree with the message. Love yourself. Don't compare yourself to others. Everyone has problems,no matter how happy or contented they look. etc. etc. That is just plain common sense to me. That someone needed to put it down in words and forward it - to me it seems like they themselves might have been struggling with the green eyed monster. Or am I reading too much into this?

I know I sound very judgmental. Maybe I AM being so. I agree, every one of us, at some time or the other, has gone a round or two in the boxing ring with the GEM (Green Eyed Monster). But most of us realize, sooner or later, that the only person being affected by the incessant comparisons is the person we see in the mirror. US! I am no better - there have been occasions when I have sighed inwardly and thought things like "If only I had that". But then I come back to my senses almost immediately. True - I would like to have many things that I see people around me have. But the truth is - I have all that I need. I might not have everything that I want but that is no big deal. Want... Need... BIG difference!

When I was at the lowest point in my life - I desparately wanted another baby but couldn't have one - even then I never, NEVER became jealous of my friends who WERE having babies. I was genuinely happy for them. It was difficult to attend Baby Showers at times - NOT because it was painful seeing the expectant parents be happy but because almost always someone or the other would come to us and say "Now its YOUR turn". Yeah?? How would YOU know?? Anyway, I know I am rambling...

So this email forward has had me thinking - are there people who look at others and say/think "Gosh! She has it GOOD! I wish I had her life!" I mean, I know there are some. But I always thought that most of us are sensible, balanced, mature individuals who don't fret about what others have and we don't. And THAT's why I found this email forward so strange...

Your thoughts?

Sunday, April 22, 2007

She's growin' up!

I am sitting in front of the idiot box with my daughter right now. It is 1 pm on a Sunday - we are kicking back. Watching "The first Wives Club" on USA - one of my favorite movies. After watching the scene where Diane Keaton's husband tells her he wants a divorce and she finds out he is involved with her therapist, my daughter said in a timid voice "I hope that never happens to you and daddy". Awwwww baby! It won't. Never! Anyhoo, this conversation led to the following being recited by her -

"Cee & J, sitting in a tree,
K I S S I N G
First comes love,
Then comes marriage,
Then comes a baby in a baby carriage"

She is growing up - my little girl :D I replied with this -

"Cee & J were never in a tree
But there was some K I S S I N G
First came love,
then came marriage,
then came baby S in a baby carriage".

Know what she said? "Good. Now you have to get into a groove to say it!"

HUH?????!! She really IS growing up!

Thursday, April 19, 2007

Going it alone

Ever since we declared that we are expecting a baby, the one question that we get the most is "Who are you calling to come over and help you?" And then they are stunned to learn the answer - No one. Almost all desi families here do that. As soon as there is a baby on the way, one set of parents is recruited to come help them when the baby arrives. And I think that is a very good arrangement - if it works for you. That's a BIG if.

9 years ago, when I got pregnant with my daughter, I made the decision to stay with my husband and not go to my parents' place for the delivery, even though that was the tradition in our family. There were a lot of reasons .

  1. I didn't want to stay away from my husband. I was still very much in love with him (still am :P) and cried every time I left him to go visit my parents for 2-3 weeks ONCE a year. How could I stay away from him for 2 or more months?? Also, he had just landed a job with a company that was going to train him and then send him to the USA. We had already decided that he will go alone at first, find a project, an apartment and buy a car and then call me and baby over. This would be the best approach because neither of us believed it was good to bring the baby to an uncertain environment until you had at least a job and a place to live. With this, it meant that I would be staying away from him for at least 4 more months. So, the idea of going to my parents' place was scrapped even before it occurred to my in-laws :D
  2. My brother-in-law is a doctor and I thought I would be better off in Indore, in case some emergency arose since he would be around and all the doctors in his friend circle would be available too.
  3. My dad has hyper-tension and is the kind of person who gets stressed out very easily. I knew it would be difficult for him to stay stress-free during my pregnancy, specially since I was determined not to pay any heed to the superstitious advices one usually gets during this time (eat a lot, don't exert yourself physically, don't eat this or eat that, don't go out etc.) In fact I specially confirmed with my OB/GYN if it was safe for me to drive a scooter and she said yes. I asked her how much weight I could safely pick up/carry and she said upto 10 kgs. So, to spare both of us the tension, I decided to have the delivery in Indore - at my in-laws' home.
  4. I was running my own coaching institute at that time and there was no way I was going to close it down just for a pregnancy. I was due on November 9th and I decided to work until October 15th - which I did.

All this history to make a point. I made the decision to stay with my in-laws for the delivery. BIG MISTAKE! I regret that decision to this day. My pregnancy went smoothly but the delivery and post-partum care was another story. That harrowing experience (another post-worthy topic) left me severely depressed for more than 5 years, created a lot of stress in my marriage initially and has left me wary of asking for any help this time around too.

I could ask my parents to come help me. But I feel their help will be more useful when I go back to work. So my parents will come in the last week of August when I get ready to go back to work. They will stay for 3 months (or six - which ever works out for my mom as she is still working and it depends on how much leave she can get). That will help us keep the baby home, away from all potential infections one can catch at a daycare, for atleast 6 months.

So that leaves.... US! J, myself and S. And I am sure with a LOT of planning and some help from good-friends (which we have a lot of) we might just pull it off. It helps that the second time around one has a little bit of experience to help make things better. And we have one eager little helper in form of S too! Even getting through this pregnancy has required a lot of planning in itself what with my full-time job, S and her extra-curricular activities, the various problems I have faced through the months - High Blood Pressure, PUPP and now the constant Blood Sugar monitoring (I know I probably never mentioned the last two - a pregnancy update on these soon). And on top of that this was the year I decided to be more active with my daughter's school PTO (Parent Teacher Organization), the Technology Council at her school and Norwalk's PTO Council. Not to mention having NO house-hold help to clean or cook or do any other big and small chores around the house means MORE juggling and planning.

Our plan is that I will take off from work about 2 weeks before my scheduled C-section (June 12th), get some rest and get the whole place (the house, the nursery...) in order. Then, provided The Peanut doesn't decide to come early like his/her big sister, I will go in for my C-section on June 12th, stay in the hospital for 3 days and come back. J will take 2 weeks off from work to help me. After the first two weeks I should have recovered enough to take care of the baby during the day by myself. I'll sleep when the baby sleeps and all that good stuff. From experience I know it is difficult to do because when the baby sleeps, you have to take care of other stuff like cooking and cleaning. For that we are going to buy a freezer (soon!) and I am going to start cooking extra food and freezing it for those tough days. I am good at that - freezing food items! Manish, a friend of ours doesn't call me the "Freezer Queen" for nothing :D So the frozen meals will take care of J and S. And I will teach J how to cook Dal-Daliya and Khichdi for me. A friend has offered to send in some food to freeze for later too. I am accepting all help that comes my way. I am also planning to call in a cleaning service to come clean my house from top to bottom so when the baby arrives all we will need to do is maintain it (easier said than done though :P)

This time I plan on nursing. The last time I didn't lactate due to all the stress and S didn't latch on due to other factors so she was a formula fed baby even though I did try for TWO months. This time, I am going to put in ALL my energy into nursing the baby. For that I am planning to take help from another "source". We am going to rent a breast pump from the hospital and once we are sure that I am lactating properly, we will buy a pump (good ones are expensive - about 250 - 300 dollars a pop). Expressing and having some extra milk ready will ensure that even S or J can help me feed the baby when I am too tired or have some errands to run. That will also help me continue to nurse when I go back to work.

So this is the crude plan - I am still working the nitty-gritty details out but I think we CAN do it. If things get too out of hand, I plan on hiring a baby-sitter to come in for about 5-6 hours a day, 2-3 days a week, to help me with the baby so I can get some sleep and get some work done too. That should tide us over. I am pretty confident.

Now, all we need is to set up the Nursery AND FIND TWO BABY NAMES!! One for a boy and one for a girl. THAT is the biggest challenge for us right now.

What goes around...

In my younger, leaner days I once made fun of how my mom's belly "laughed with her". I loved the way it jiggled with every laugh. Soon afterwards my mom changed her lifestyle completely by taking up daily exercise and controlling her diet. She lost weight (a LOT of it) and became very fit. I went on to get married, gain 22 pounds in a year, shed it, get pregnant, lose all pregnancy weight but gain it all back and then some, get pregnant again 8 years down the road, gain another 20 ounds during the pregnancy.... you get the picture. The other day my daughter said "Mommy your arms are so jiggly!!!" and kept calling me "jiggly mommy" for the whole week. Life indeed has come a full circle **Sigh**

Well, one thought just struck me - I think life didn't come a full circle. It goes around in the form of a spiral. I made fun of my mom's jiggly belly, my daughter made fun of my jiggly arms and one day her daughter might make fun of some jiggly body part of hers. One can only hope - right? :D

Friday, April 13, 2007

Who Am I?

This thought struck me this morning when I had just had a quick conversation on an unrelated topic with the owner of the variety store in our office building. He is Gujarati. In an earlier conversation, I told him I was born and brought up in Rajasthan. A few days back, we were both at the same grill in our building’s cafeteria ordering a veggie omelette.

Today, when I went to his store to buy a box of Ritz crackers, he asked me “You eat omelettes?” I said “Yes” wondering why that was important. His next sentence was “But only here, not in Rajasthan. Right?” Then it occurred to me that he thought I eat omellettes only because I am here, in the US, away from family and wouldn’t have the guts to eat it if I were back in India!! I informed him “Though my parents are Brahmins and don’t even eat onion and garlic, they never stopped my or my brother from eating eggs. My mother wouldn’t cook them for us but she’d let her friends cook them for us and later she even allowed us to cook them at home”.

As I was walking back to my office, one thing struck me. I said “My parents are Brahmins…” I am Brahmin too, but I don’t think it is an important part of who I am. I am NOT from the camp of people who say a girl takes up whatever religion/caste she marries into. My husband’s family is Kutchi. I often joke while introducing myself to new people saying “I am a Kutchi Lohana by marriage and he is a Brahmin by marriage”. What’s good for the goose is good for the gander too – right?

In truth, I never identify myself as a Brahmin or a Kutchi Lohana. My thoughts in this matter are – I am an Indian. I also consider myself a proud Rajasthani – as I was born and brought up there. I love my home state. I am VERY proud to be a Jodhpuri – the city that I grew up in. I LOVE it!! Now that I live in the US, I feel a sense of loyalty towards the country that accepted us and gave us so many opportunities to grow professionally and personally. I am not an American citizen yet, but I do try to contribute to the society as best as I can. I am a woman, I am a Network Administrator, I am a mom, I am a friend, wife, daughter and sister. I am a human being. I am honest, loyal and compassionate. I am a lot of things – not just one pawn in the caste system.

Growing up, I might have been very confused where religion was concerned. I went to a Catholic school till grade 6 and learnt about Christianity through the subject Moral Science that we were taught. I grew up believing that there is only one God. I remember going through a phase where I set up a mandir of my own in my mother’s pantry. It had photos of Jesus, some other Gods and Goddesses and even Shivaji. My mom, though she doesn't believe in Idol worshipping, helped me set this mandir up. I don't know how long this phase lasted but I do know it ended pretty soon. But I had the satisfaction of having tried that. Now, my dad is “Sanatani” (meaning idol worshipper) and my mom is AryaSamaji (menaing – not). I saw them both practice their beliefs without expecting the other to join in. My mom was/is a little more rigid and wouldn’t have anything to do with idol worshipping but I saw my dad participate in every AryaSamaji Havan that my mother did at home or at my maternal grandparents & uncle did (they were/are AryaSamaji too).

I do not consider myself an Arya Samaji since I do not actively participate in the religious activities of the group. I do not believe in Idol worshipping either. In fact, I strongly dislike being associated with any organized religion or faith. Reason being, followers of this faith often become too rigid in their beliefs and that almost always results in religious fanaticism. I believe in God, for this belief carried me through many tough times in my life. My beliefs are simple – 1. There is ONE God. 2. I DO NOT need to go to a temple to profess my faith or to pray – I can do that any where, anytime. 3. God is forgiving if forgiveness is asked for with a pure heart and intentions. 4. “Do not hurt or cheat others” is part of my religious beliefs. 5. God does not care if I eat meat or not, support Gay marriages or not (which I DO support – just for the record), pray every day or not, go to the temple or not etc.

Though I believe in one God, I do not discount other people’s faith that says there are different Gods for different things (like Saraswati for Education, Laxmi for Prosperity etc.). When I was in 9th grade, I found a beautiful explanation that reconciles both these beliefs. My maternal Grandfather had just died of a brain hemorrhage. He and my grandmother were staunch AryaSamajis. So, for thirteen days after his death, instead of having the “Garuda Paath” chanted, we (the whole family) would sit down in the evenings to chant slokas and read their meanings in hindi from the four Vedas that my grandfather owned. These were copies that had hindi translations of each Sloka by Swami Dayanand Saraswati. One night, while chanting these slokas and reading the meanings I realized that the meanings said (any time there was a mention of any God like, say, Indra – the God of Weather and War) that when God performs such and such task, we refer to Him (Her?) as the God for that task. Like, when God gives us wisdom and education, we refer to God as Saraswati. This totally makes sense to me and still allows me to believe that there is only one God.

I guess I learnt it from my parents that religious beliefs should not become an issue in a good relationship. So I am implementing that in my own marriage. I hold on to my beliefs and respect my husband’s and his family’s. I even participate in the poojas that they do. I would like to start doing “Havans” at my home myself, but haven’t done so yet. And when I do, I am sure J will participate in them just as I participate in religious activities that he performs. I would very much like my daughter to be exposed to both sets of beliefs and give her a chance to choose one (or none, or maybe a totally different faith) of them when she grows up. That is the privilege my parents gave me and my brother. I grew up believing in God, but having my own beliefs about how to follow my faith and he grew up to be an atheist. My parents are fine with both choices and I think that is the greatest gifts they gave us – the freedom to be our own persons. I would like to give the same “gift” to my kids. But I would not like them to grow up without faith. They can choose to discard it later in life if they want to. I don’t know if it makes any sense to anyone else.

My parents never tried to impose their religious beliefs on us. They taught me tolerance and I didn’t even realize. The first time I realized what a great thing they had taught me was when it was time to send my daughter to pre-school. From a friend, I learnt about a good Jewish pre-school in our area that was run in a Synagogue. The same friend’s husband initially was reluctant to send his kids there as he did not want them to grow up learning a religion different from theirs. I, on the other hand was eager to try it out as I believed learning about a new religion will open up her mind and ours too. During the two years that she was there, we learnt a lot about Judaism. And surprisingly, I found quite few things that are common in Judaism and Hinduism and even Jainism (and most other religions as well, I am sure). Now all that has faded from memory as it has been more than 4 years since my daughter passed preschool, but I still remember the amazement that I felt upon learning how certain customs were similar to ours, certain values reflected in our too and so on. I even found some parallels in Jewish, Christian and Hindu marriages.

And all this came rushing back to me this morning with that simple conversation. As incoherent as it may seem, this is who I believe I am. My faith is part of me but it alone does not define me. I am an Indian, a Rajasthani, a Jodhpuri and some day I might become an American too. These “labels” alone do not define me either. I am a sum total of my beliefs, my experiences, my mistakes, my accomplishments, my aspirations and a host of other factors not all of which come to my mind right now. That’s who I am. Everything else is just a label.

Tuesday, March 27, 2007

What IS it with people??

No. Really. Maybe it is the pregnancy hormones or the crabbiness that comes over one after a sickness, but I am increasingly getting annoyed with people. Insensitive jerks, pompous asses, egoists and egotists. And all others who manage to annoy the heck out of me for some reason or the other.

There is this kid at my daughter's school. I see his mom almost every day when I pick S up from the after-school program. Every single time, without fail, she looks at me and goes "Oh GOD! You're HUGE!!". And the accompanying expression is not of humor or sympathy. It borderlines on contempt. I am at a point where I feel like saying "And that is a problem because....?"

I have no delusions about how huge I am in this pregnancy. During the one year of infertility treatments, specifically during the two IVF cycles, I put on more than 20 pounds. The combined stress of the treatment, in-law visit, a full time job and responsibilities at home and in the community (I am actively involved in my daughter's school's PTO) were the underlying factors. At the start of this pregnancy, I was 20 pounds heavier (!!!) than my full-term weight during my first pregnancy. I was 158 pounds (roughly 72 kgs) full-term in my last pregnancy. I had gained only 26 pounds (about 12 kgs) and had a very healthy pregnancy. This time, I started at 174 pounds. I am determined to keep my weight gain under or at 25 pounds (with my OB/GYN's agreement) and so far I have been successful. But I DO NOT stress about my weight. I just eat healthy and try to stay active. And yes, I do gorge on foods that I like occasionally. (OK - more than occasionally. Happy??)

So, going back to the original issue - when this mom says what she does, in the tone that she uses with the expression that she has - it brings my blood to a boil. In the beginning I didn't mind. I even replied with "I think there might be more than two in there!!" or "Yeah, I already look like I am ready to pop. Right?!" But this woman goes on incessantly about my size as long as I am within a 10 feet radius. I am about ready to smack her on upside of her head.

At work too, there are some insensitive jerks who KNOW I have been through two IVF cycles and that I gained more than 20 pounds during those cycles. This morning, I walked into the kitchen to get a cup of tea. This nurse, who is on our staff, was in there. She looked at me and said "God! You are ready to pop!". So I said humorously - "Yes, tell me about it. I am going to ask my OB/GYN to look more closely during the next ultrasound and see if there's another baby lurking in there!" To which she said "No, you ARE ready to pop. Are you dilated?" When I said no, I was still 2 months away from my due date, she said "Are you sure???". I was speechless. Wouldn't I know when my due date was?

And I absolutely do not get why every one wants to touch and rub a pregnant belly in this country. First of all, I am a private person. I don't touch people unnecessarily and I don't want anyone touching me for no reason either. My ballooning belly is NOT a reason. It should not be! Second, often times, The Peanut is so tightly wedged in some corner that her heel or elbow constantly digs at one point and makes it extremely sore. So much so that I can't even bear the brush of my shirt against my skin at those times. At such times, should someone attempt to touch my belly, I SNAP at them. I eat them alive. And then spit them out in a heap of broken bones. Or at least I dream of doing so. On one occasion, when one considerate soul asked me if I minded anyone touching my belly, I told her all this. And she has been kind and considerate enough to remember this. There were a few other individuals present at the time I gave this explanation and they heard every single word of it. The next incident relates to one of those individuals.

Not long after I explained my reasons for disliking being touched on my belly, I walked into the kitchen one day and found 3 of my co-workers eating there lunch in there. As I was talking to them, one of them slipped her hand UNDER my shirt and started stroking my belly!! I was dumbfounded and just excused myself from there. But I kept fuming about it for a long time. Then one day, the same woman grabbed me by my arm as I was passing her table and tried to stroke my belly again. This time, I just grabbed her hand and told her not to do it. She persisted, saying she wanted to say Hi to the baby. I told her to say her Hi's and Hello's from a distance because I was "not in a mood to be touched". She hasn't attempted to touch me ever since.

Then there is this co-worker of mine who seems to think that I am his personal assistant. Ever since he joined the company last year, he has tried, on a number of occasions, to pass off "menial" tasks to me. Once he had to replace a hard drive on a server. He did. Then he asked me to call up Dell to ask them to send us a replacement because the server was still under warranty. If he needed to order something - he would come to me to get a purchase request prepared. If he needed to make a phone call to tech support, he would tell me to do it while he did the "serious" stuff. Not that I mind helping someone out. But I can see when they need my help and when they are just trying to offload their work on me. Every single time I diplomatically told him to do it himself. If he asked me to call tech support, I'd email him the phone number. if he asked me to mail something out, I'd tell him where to find the mailing supplies. If he needed information on our off-shore team's timings, I sent him their contact numbers and a best time to reach them. I thought I was making it clear to him slowly that I am not his secretary. Seems I was wrong about his getting the message though. Today, he came to me to ask me if I had a spare laptop which he could swap a DVD drive out of for another laptop that urgently needed one. The other laptop is still under warranty so I told him to order a replacement but he needed it ASAP. So, I gave him one spare laptop that I did have. He swapped out the drives, installed the good one in the laptop that needed it, and then brought the defective drive to my office and was about to leave it on my desk!! The message was clear - call Dell and ask for a replacement. I was furious inside. but I managed to say nicely to him - "Could you call Dell to request a replacement for this please?" To which he said "You won't do it? You are very busy, right?" Well, heck yeah!! Aaaaaaaaaaarggggghhhhhhhhh!! Anyway, I hope he got the message this time. If not, I might not be as nice the next time.

Seriously. What IS wrong with these people??

Thursday, March 22, 2007

Now it runs in the family...

Sickness, that is. I started coughing last Thursday, March 15th. Must have caught it from Barbara at work. Slept most of the weekend away and attributed it to laziness. By Monday morning, March 19th, I had a 102 fever. Had already taken that day off to "relax" so didn't have to call in sick. OB/GYN suggested I go see my physician because of the cough AND fever so I did. She diagnosed BRONCHITIS!!! Started me on Anti-biotics. I could barely drive myself back from her office - I was so drained out. And was kicking myself for refusing my husband's offer of help to drive me to and from the doctor's office. I decided to pick my daughter up from her school on my way and when I did, the first thing she mentioned was her cough. I had surely passed on my ailment to my darling. **SOB** All the moments from the weekend and the week before rushed back - how I had cuddled with her in bed most of saturday and sunday, how I had read to her every night for the past few nights (a BIG accomplishment lately). How I had smothered her with kisses on more than one occasion. Oh well...

Tuesday, we woke up to find her burning with a 102/103 fever. Cancelled school (much to her chagrin because she WANTED TO GO TO SCHOOL), I called in sick because my fever hadn't gone down and the cough was worse and took an appointment from her doctor. Who confirmed what I suspected. Bronchitis. Again, I was so drained coming back from the doctor's office that I couldn't even bear to drop her prescription off at the pharmacy so my husband could pick it up later. Poor hubby had to come all the way from his work to pick up the prescription, get it filled and drop the meds off at home before rushing off to work again.

He thoroughly pampered me. Never once did I miss my mom or dad (who are usually the first ones to be missed whenever I am sick because I remember all those days gone by when they took such good care of me during sickness). In the evening I was feeling strong enough to make Pulao (Rice pilaf) and "Boondi Raita" (kind of yogurt salad - to make a feeble attempt at explaining what it is in brief). Till then we had been eating left overs from the last week. So this little bit of "freshly cooked" food was a welcome change. Again, this was all I could do before collapsing in bed with exhaustion. My husband, from now on J - for convenience, cleaned up the kitchen. I mean he REALLY cleaned it up! Yeah. I know. You fail to find the reason for excitement in this bit of information. But consider this. J HATES CLEANING UP THE KITCHEN. HE HATES COOKING. He does help me a lot around the kitchen despite his strong feelings of hate - without me having to twist his arm. And I appreciate that genuinely. But the fact that he decided to clean the kitchen all on his own AND left it Spic N Span speaks volumes for how pampered I felt just because of this.

Now before anyone starts on how J should help around the house equally, and how kitchen duty shouldn't be mine alone, let me interrupt. I clean the kitchen, I cook. I do some other tasks around the house. J does the laundry, irons almost ALL our clothes, cleans/organizes the house, does grocery for me when i don't feel like stepping out of the house (which is frequently the case these days), shovels the snow, sands-n-salts the driveway before each snow-storm, takes the garbage out, helps our daughter get ready for bed, drops her off at the bus stop every morning, takes her to at least two of her extra curricular activities (I take her to some too), remembers to give me my pre-natal vitamins every night after dinner, fills up the tank in my car, takes my car in for regular servicing..... The list is HUGE. ENDLESS. THAT is how skewed the distribution of tasks in our household currently is. And I shamelessly enjoy it :D But I appreciate all he does sincerely too. So don't anyone start on how J needs to take better care of me! He is doing more than his fair share.

Anyway, coming back to the MAIN story...

Wednesday, my daughter, S from here on, was still burning with fever. 104! Point 3!!! So I spent the day taking her temperature and deciding whether she needed another dose of Motrin or not. Come evening, J came back from work complaining of "burning" eyes, a cough and a general feeling of tiredness. By evening I was feeling better enough to cook another meal so I did. And later J and I cleaned up the kitchen together before both of us fell in bed exhausted - me from the three day old sickness that was taking its toll on me for lack of rest and J from the infection that both of us could feel was descending upon him.

This morning, J woke up with a fever of 102 and I woke up to find that my fever has finally broken (Means I go back to work tomorrow **SOB**). So now the roles are reversed. Though I am still a little shaky and exhausted, I AM THE BOSS NOW as I told J :P Forced him to take a nap. So right now he and S are napping in the guest bedroom while I type this post - before I go take my power nap.

Oh and I am back to the grind on the work front too. Last night one of my co-workers finished a project of his that required some Network down-time. Been fixing phone and fax issues and whatnot since morning. Am doing my bit by helping out remotely. Work, sick child, sick husband, sick self, pregnant self, home - let the juggling resume!!

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Challenge...

Me: Anything you can do I can do better, I can do anything better than you!
Husband: Really??
Me: Yes. Really!!
Husband: Well, then touch your toes!
Me: .........................

Saturday, March 17, 2007

In This Pregnancy...

Three things that I am GAINING - Butt, Belly and Boobs.
Three things I am losing - Sleep, Sanity and Sense of Humor.


Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Pregnancy Update!!

Last night I cried. Not big, heaving sobs, but a brief, quiet, tears-flowing-down-my-face kind of crying. I cried because I and my husband saw a "bump" on my abdomen for the first time in this pregnancy. And then "The Peanut" KICKED!!! I have been feeling movements for quite some time now, but this was the first kick that even my husband felt very clearly. I cried because before I got pregnant with IVF, I had given up hope on ever being able to feel that kick again. I had given up hope that I would ever experience the joys and discomforts of pregnancy again. That kick brought the realization that I AM pregnant. Almost into my third trimester now, actually. That there IS a baby inside me. Really. I keep forgetting that I am pregnant, what with all the running around I am doing all day long. Even though I am BIG! No - make that HUGE!! Each movement brings the same realization back - I AM PREGNANT!! I am not exaggerating. I really do get that sense of wonder with every movement.

I have hardly written anything about the pregnancy. Partly because I have been so busy and partly because it all still feels so surreal. Its like I am in a dream, nervous that as soon as I wake up, every thing will go back to "normal". One husband, one kid, one un-pregnant me.

I haven't even mentioned that we tried to find out the sex of the baby. But couldn't because the baby wouldn't co-operate. We have finally decided that the baby is a girl - because "she" so stubbornly refused to come out from under the placenta to help us find out. (That was the doctor's opinion!) So much so, that we had to schedule another ultra-sound because the doctor couldn't even get a good look at the heart, the brain and other organs which an 20 week ultra-sound is conducted for. By the next appointment, we had decided we didn't want to find out after all. But we are still sure the baby is a girl. Also because my daughter wants a baby sister. She says she is ready to share her room with the baby if it is a girl but if it turns out to be a boy, we will have to find another room for him :D So, a girl it is!!

The day before yesterday, I was very tired and uncomfortable because I had had this sore spot in my abdomen that made even normal breathing painful and ANY movement impossible. I guess The Peanut had found a comfortable spot against my ribs with her feet pushing against my abdomen wall and spent all day there. By evening, I was miserable. My daughter took one look at me and said "Come mommy, I'll take you to your 'personal relaxing place'!" She told me to close my eyes, took me by my hand and walked me to the office and sat me down in the chair in front of the computer. I thought she meant to say "Here, do what you like the most - play Spider Solitaire". But - NO. Then she turned the chair around, got me a stool to prop my feet up on and then proceeded to take my shoes off. After that, she started giving me a foot massage!! Then followed a hand/palm massage with her little fingers and then a neck massage. Then she rolled and rotated my neck gently to loosen up the stiff muscles and then made me stretch my arms out and did the same thing with them. In the end she massaged my scalp. THE WHOLE PERSONAL SPA TREATMENT!!!!!!!! From an 8 YEAR OLD!! I mean where DID she learn all that from?!! I was overcome with emotion. And I thanked God for my beautiful little daughter. Who takes care of her mother like a mother would.

THANK YOU AGAIN, GOD!

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

BLANK NOISE - ACTION HEROES: My Contribution

I know the project says to post your experience on March 8th but knowing me and my swiss-cheese memory, there is a better than good chance that I will forget to post it on that very day. I am not taking any chances with this one! So here is my post, two days early.

The year was 1995 and the movie Karan Arjun had just been released. I got together with two other friends to go see the movie as my favorite actor, Shahrukh Khan (!!!!) was starring in it. We got into the theater quite easily even though there was quite the mad rush for this movie. But as soon as we got in, we got separated by the throngs of crowd. While I was looking around for my seat and for my friends, I felt someone grope my breasts. I wasn't sure but in a few minutes there he was again! I waited. Like a lioness waits for her prey :D The next instant, as "the hand" groped me again, I grabbed a finger and TWISTED it with ALL my might. And I didn't let go when he tried to yank his hand back. I kept twisting and almost broke his finger off - all the while calmly looking around for my friends. Then I hit another person, who was trying to get "too close for comfort" squarely and solidly in the chest with my helmet (I used to ride my BAJAJ SUPER FE Scooter all around town with a Full-Mask helmet!) Quite a few people caught that exchange (well - the exchange of the blow and the "ow") No one bothered me after that! I still get a rush of satisfaction when ever I think about that incidence. I wish I had done something similar to EVERY ONE who ever dared to lay a finger (or even think about it) on me.

Monday, March 05, 2007

BLANK NOISE ACTION HEROS PROJECT

Last year, BLANK NOISE PROJECT held a blogathon about Street Sexual Harassment. Bloggers from all over the world participated and blogged about their experiences/memories of sexual harassment incidents. This was my contribution. This year they are asking every one to share experiences of times when they were an ACTION HERO and fought back against harassment. Follow this link for details: http://blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-your-story-action-heroes-online_25.html#linkshttp://www2.blogger.com/img/gl.link.gif

This is what the project is about -

share. talk. inspire. understand. tell. speak. hear. be heard.
narrate. voice. throw open.

When did you flip a situation so you could resist, when did you give back as hard as you got? When and how did you choose to confront? When did you become an Action Hero?

Being a 'HERO' is relative . We are interested in knowing how you
challenged yourself or didint feel victimised?

This is an attempt to understand how different women ( across age groups/ cultures/ communities) have dealt with street sexual harassment in their everyday lives. Male bloggers are encouraged to share stories of women in their lives and how they have dealt with street sexual harassment. Non bloggers are also invited to participate- email us your story. We will upload your email at www.blanknoiseactionheroes.blogspot.com

You could also be an agent- the one that collects stories of confrontation/ of heroism from your mother, grandmother, cousins, domestic workers, people in your office, the vegetable vendor, the woman bus conductor...anyone!

To confirm your participation, announce the event on your blog and email us the link right away!

Got any questions? email us at blurtblanknoise@gmail.com


I'm definitely doin' it!

Tuesday, February 27, 2007

End of the debate? I don't think so.

The Mad Momma said she is “putting an end to the debate”. I disagree with both parts of it – it isn’t an end to the debate, it is just the beginning. And it is not a debate until the “other” party gets to put forth their views. Rohini has already done a very good job of putting forward the “other side of the coin”. There was something in the post that irked me right away (don’t take it personally Mad Momma :P I guess it just means you are a very good journalist to get people to react to what you write). I think it was the fact that her post didn’t leave any place for the “other” point of view on the subject at all. It didn’t acknowledge that it is OK for two people to hold different opinions without either of them being wrong. It presented a starkly black-and-white view of a complex subject. I had been outlining this reply to MM’s post for a long time – but deadlines at work and obligations in our social circle plus responsibilities at home combined with the fact that I am pregnant and struggling to keep my blood pressure under control kept me from even beginning to write it down. Then I read Rohini’s post and the urge to air my views took hold again.

I don’t agree with MM’s outlook on the need for a mom/parent to stay at home in order to be a better or effective parent. But I do respect her views. I firmly believe what Rohini says – Different strokes for different folks. What works for me might not work for every one else. I have changed more in these 8 years as a parent than I did in the 28 years before that. The most important thing I have realized is that though I might not agree with someone else’s parenting style, there is always something I could learn from them and that everyone’s parenting – effective or otherwise – ultimately works for them (well mostly – I think I have made it clear on a few occasions that I have little tolerance for parents who don’t assert their authority).

I have a very close friend who, on a number of occasions, told me she only wanted one kid and that there were “ways to deal with an unwanted pregnancy”. Now I could never go through an abortion – that is one reason I opted not have amniocentesis done to find out if the baby has any chromosomal defects (it is highly recommended for expecting mothers my age). I knew no matter what the result, I would keep the baby. So when this friend told me about these “other ways of dealing with an unwanted pregnancy”, I told her “never say never” and that being a mom she might not be able to take the ultimate step should the need arise. As luck would have it, she did get pregnant again by accident. She thought about it but couldn’t go through an abortion and decided to have the baby. I loved and respected her for that decision because I knew it wasn’t easy for her. But had she decided to abort, I would still have stood by her even though I didn’t agree with her. I try to acknowledge everyone’s reasons for doing certain things even if I don’t understand them. I try not to judge or criticize them.

Though I don’t think I could match MM’s passion that is reflected in her post or Rohini’s calculated and composed counter-arguments, I have to give it a try for MY peace of mind :D Through the years I have lost the compulsion to make my opinion known to one and all. If I believe in something and someone argues against it, I feel content in holding my beliefs without feeling the urge to make the other person accept or acknowledge them. But this somehow touched a nerve. So here’s my two cents…

MM says “Somehow I am amazed that people who see the need to reason with their children and not spank them, cannot see the need to spend a lot more time with them and on their upbringing. I assume educated parents are the ones who realise the importance of a good upbringing and time”. I don’t see how being a working-outside-home mother would conflict with that. A good upbringing is not based on time. In the limited amount of time that I spend with my daughter, I am still giving her good values and providing a good upbringing. Besides, in my opinion, values and discipline are what my child practices BEHIND my back. If I can get my child to behave in a civilized manner and hold true all the values that I have taught her even in my absence, I have done my job well. And being a working parent doesn’t mean I don’t spend a good amount of time with her. Maybe not as much as a stay-at-home mom, but it isn’t in durations of mere minutes either. In fact, to maximize our time with her, I and my husband have curtailed our adult-only social activities to a great degree. We try to involve her in whatever we are doing. Doesn’t mean that we are not spending alone-time together – which I believe every couple should. We try to get together for lunch during work hours, or go out for an occasional movie when she is away at a friend’s house for a play-date. Scheduling these activities at times when she is otherwise occupied at school or at a play-date allows us to spend the rest of the time with her and not feel like we don’t have any “grown-up” time left for us. A nice balance, in my opinion (even if I say so myself :D)

It is not necessary for me to stay at home all day to teach my child math through fun games, teach her colors by integrating it in my daily conversations with her or to read to her. Despite working out of home full-time, I still manage to do all this. My daughter was having problem understanding money math at school – so I collaborated with her teacher in helping her with it, found some fun math game sites where she could practice and played those games with her. Every time I give her money to buy lunch at school, I have her calculate how much change will be due her at the end of the transaction. We discuss science ideas while we are driving to her swimming practice. We often digress from our conversations and dissect a particular word for its origin and meaning. We discuss what she learned about drugs and addiction in health class while I cook. She tells me if anything funny or important happened at school either at bed time or over phone as soon as she gets home from school. I still read to her, or have her read to me now that she is becoming a better reader. I take out time every Sunday to take her to the library where we look for videos and books together. It indeed is a big commitment for me because weekend is the only time when I get the time and opportunity to catch up with the chores left over from the last week, get some work done for the next week and get some much-needed rest.

MM further says a working mother would not have the patience to let her kids try to clean up their messy rooms themselves. She would either yell at them for creating the mess or clean it up herself. Well, she doesn’t know me. I don’t do either. I firmly believe in teaching my daughter to pitch in. And I realized long ago what harm my yelling would do to her psyche. So, I reward my daughter with coupons for “Choosing the dinner menu for a night” or “Choosing a Family Game Night” for helping around the house. Or I simply praise her efforts. I ignore the mess until I can find the time to clean up with her. To me, more important than a clean room is the fact that when it is cleaned, it is cleaned willingly, with happiness and enthusiasm. I have no trouble stepping over a pile of clothes for a week as long as I can get to spend some quality time with my family. We keep the living room nice and clean so we can entertain guests there and the dining room is kept clean too since it is clearly visible from the living room. But I don’t fret over cleaning because I believe one thing – if a good friend comes over on a day when my house is excessively messy, he/she has two choices. 1. Ignore the mess and have a good time with us. 2. Clean it up themselves!

I understand where MM’s firm opinion on this issue comes from because she mentions how her mom’s job affected her in small and not-so-small ways. The resentment might have originated from the fact that she’d had her mom’s sole attention till she was 8. After that long time, having her mother go out to work might have seemed like she needed to compete with her mom’s job for attention – which is totally understandable in an 8 year old. The first thought that comes to my mind is there is no way her mother did that willingly. Our parents sometimes have obligations that we cannot comprehend. It takes a lot of determination to leave a sick child at home to go meet a commitment. And in doing that one also teaches their kids the importance of discipline and reliability. I know because I have been in a similar situation – I came down with chicken pox, my parents took as many days off as they could afford to. But when they couldn’t stay at home any longer, they enlisted a few trusted friends who would come visit us (my brother caught it shortly after I did), read us books, feed us and spend some time with us. What I learned from it was that it is very important to have some good friends who love your kids as their own. And at the end of the day, when my mom came home with a feather collection for me, or my dad with comics for both of us, it was obvious that they were thinking of us even when they were away at work.

I do not have to stay at home to help my daughter with homework. The after-school program does help by requiring her to finish it before she gets home, but on days that she doesn’t do it there, she does it as soon as she gets home. On top of her school homework, she has KUMON homework too which she does by herself quite responsibly. And I am quite proud of her for that. If she gets stuck with something, she asks my husband or me to help her, which we do. But I never sat with her to make/help her do her homework. Why? Not because I don’t like doing it, but because I wanted her to develop the discipline of finishing the task by herself. Completing the homework is her job. My job is to provide her the time and an environment where she can do it in peace. She understands it too.

I vehemently disagree with the generalization that children of WOH mothers are clingy. Not necessarily. I have seen plenty of children whose mothers stay at home and they won’t come out from behind their mothers’ apron. It is not whether their mom is working outside of home or staying at home that’s the deciding factor here – it is the child’s own personality and how much social interaction with same-age children does he/she get. All children have separation anxiety at some point and how we deal with it determines how long it stays with them. When we came to the US, our daughter was the only kid in our entire social circle. The community we lived in didn’t have any kids her age either. As a result she became good at interacting with adults but couldn’t fathom how to behave when she was around kids her own age. To help her develop her social skills, we started sending her to a daycare when she turned two. Later she went to a preschool for two years – not because I wanted her out of my hair, but because I wanted her to develop her social skills with kids her own age and to have fun. And boy, did it help!! We had to consult her calendar before we could make any social commitments :D

I don’t want anyone else to bring up my children either. When my daughter was born, my relationship with my in-laws got more strained because I wouldn’t stand on the side and let them do the parenting. This is a whole different mindset and not necessarily related to one’s working status. Accepted that I will need and take help from grandparents, daycare providers and nannies. But I will still be the parent, and not they. They will still need to go by my rules. If they don’t, I will see to it that I find someone who does. I am not saying this just hypothetically. My parents visited us in 2005 and my daughter spent a lot of her summer vacation with them. If she wanted to watch TV or eat some candy guess who she called? She didn’t just ask her grandparents (though had she done that she could have gotten virtually ANYTHING she asked for). No – everytime she would call either me or my husband and get our permission. That is the discipline that we instilled in her – follow our rules even when we are not present. Again – has nothing to do with my working status. She did this even when I wasn’t working. This year, when my in-laws were visiting us, she again spent the whole summer at home with them. My father-in-law is very much a fan of “the tube” and his idea of spending time with his granddaughter was to have her sit with him and watch television. She still asked for my permission every day and would watch it only if I (or my husband) said yes. When it comes to parenting, everyone who knows me knows that I WILL NOT BEND. Be it a very good friend, my parents or my husband’s – every one understands this - MY daughter, I MAKE THE DECISIONS and MY rules are followed.

ANY kid can be molested. Yes, when you leave your kid with someone else, there is always the risk of that happening. And I will take all necessary measures to make sure that doesn’t happen. Yes, I WILL install cameras all around the house if need be. I will make unannounced visits at different times on different days. Or I might find a licensed daycare that has webcams in all the rooms so I can watch my kid anytime I want and make sure he/she is safe. There are plenty of daycare centers around here that allow parents to walk in any time and watch how their kids are being treated. The care-providers don’t know when they’ll be monitored so there is no element of them being on their best behavior when parents are around. They ALWAYS have to be on their best behavior. I will make a thorough background check on anyone I hire. And I will require any daycare center that I might send my kid to, to do the same (they are required by law anyway).

I understand the argument that children will be happy no matter what because they wouldn’t know any better. “You hand them a begging bowl or a chauffeur driven car, they’ll adjust”. And my point is – who is to say that the happiness of a child who is having fun at the daycare center is any less genuine than that of a child playing with his mom? Why is the happiness that comes with having your mother stay at home with you more valuable than the happiness that you get from going on a field trip to a farm with your pre-school class? Happiness cannot be categorized or labeled as superior or inferior.

I have been on both sides as a mom. I stayed at home with my daughter for over 5 years and then returned to work. I took off only one year from work to be with her but things didn’t work out the way I expected them to, so I had to stay at home the extra 4 or so years. I loved being home with my daughter and watching her meet one milestone after the other with my own eyes. But I would be lying if I said I wasn’t frustrated. I would even go as far as accepting that I was UNHAPPY at home. Not for spending time with my daughter or taking care of her mind you, but because the stay-at-home choice was imposed upon me by circumstances.

As far as children of WOH moms making the choice to stay at home because of their experiences are concerned – I don’t think that accounts for this choice. My mother worked and my husband’s didn’t. Both of us understand it is not a bad choice to work out of home. I never resented my mother for working and he never thought that staying at home is the only way to raise kids. He totally agreed that the choice was mine.

I believe being a mom is a part of my life, not a job as many people these days like to point out. There have been many studies to quantify, in monetary terms, what mommies who stay at home do. Things they do are listed and then their monetary value ascertained based on how much one would have to pay for those responsibilities to be carried out by someone else. And, needless to say, moms win hands down because no one can multi-task like a mom. But for me, working is not only about money (well, some of it is and I say – why not??? It is this money thats going to provide a college education and a good future for my kids). It is about gaining some intellectual satisfaction over doing something that I worked hard at learning, something that I am professionally trained to do and something that I am good at, something that asserts my identity as an individual and a professional and not only as a wife or a mother. And what’s wrong with that? I don’t think wanting to do something more than being a wife and mother makes my choices inferior. Or that it puts my kid(s) at any disadvantage compared to those whose mothers chose to stay at home. As Rohini so precisely pointed out – working outside of home does not mean that those mothers who make this choice don’t want to raise their kids, don’t understand their kids well, are impatient or guilt-ridden, are neglecting their kids or don’t want to spend time with their kids. It might be true for some mothers, but then exceptions are always there. I knew at least one SAHM who would just go through the day waiting for her husband to come home so she could dump the kids on him to “get a breather”. She wouldn’t take her kids to any out-of-home activities and would just go through the essential tasks of feeding, changing and cleaning them. Now, having been a stay-at-home mom, I know this is just an exception and not all mothers who stay at home are like this. And, it will be equally unjustified to label all working-out-of-home mothers as women who don’t want to spend time with their kids or who don’t want the best for their kids. If at all, most WOH mothers try to compensate for their time away from their kids by spending whatever time they do get with them.

I firmly believe that having a mother who works outside of home gives kids a new level of self-confidence. I know. I grew up that way. Since my mother wasn’t home 24/7 I had to do certain things myself and that made me independent and confident. I was proud of the fact that my mom worked outside of home. I heard my daughter once declaring proudly to her friend’s mom “My mom helps people fix their computers. If you have ANY problem, you can ask her – she is very good at it”. Can’t tell you how happy that made me. Not the praise but the realization that she understood that her mother was fulfilling some other role besides that of a parent. She also understands that I enjoy my work and it makes me happy. My family has been happier since I started working – because I am happier.

Everyone makes different choices based on their situation, personal experiences and opinions. The Stay-at-Home vs. Work-outside-home choice is not necessarily inferior Vs. superior choice (or vice-versa). They are just choices. How we deal with our choices is what’s important, and how our choices affect us and our families is what matters the most. I totally understand some women’s will and reasons to stay at home with their kids. I don’t even try to categorize these choices as “right” or “wrong” – because they are not. But I won’t stand for criticism of my choices either.

Finally – another thought. Why does it have to be ONE parent spending all the time with the kid(s) at home? Why can’t parents collaborate and co-ordinate so that both of them spend part of their day with their children so that the children still get maximum time with their parents and the parents can pursue their interests/careers too? That is what I and my husband do. He leaves for work at 7:30 am so he can come back early and pick our daughter up from school. I leave late at 9 am so she can take the bus and doesn’t have to rush through the morning to get to the before-school program. This minimizes her time away from home and reduces her stress as well as ours. I and my husband pick up the slack for each other whenever necessary. There is at least one parent with her most of the time. Parenthood, like a marriage, is a collaborated effort. The entire burden doesn’t need to be on one parent for parenting to be successful. That’s my take on this issue.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Observation

Kids might not always behave the way their parents want them to, but they will ALWAYS behave the way they are allowed to.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

A JOB WELL DONE! (??)

Two days ago, when going through her bedtime routine, my daughter told me that there is a boy in her after-school program who bullies her. That day, he had thrown my daughter’s jacket from the chair she had put it on and sat on the chair. And he called her a “Gorilla” because of the hair that she has on her arms and legs. The same boy had harassed her back when she was in first grade and used to take the same bus as him to the school. He even hit her in the chest one day. I complained to the principal and she made sure that never happened again.

Now the same runt was back in action (I wonder if he ever stopped it in the first place) bullying my daughter and other kids. Needless to say I was concerned and outraged. So, I wrote an email to the After-school program’s director and copied the school’s principal on it. I left about 3 voice messages for the program director and the school’s site co-ordinator for that program. Before end of day next day, I had an email from the director saying the bully and my daughter won’t be sitting at a table together in the future. I wasn’t very satisfied with this (why wasn’t the boy punished, or at least his parents informed?) but figured we could start with this and take further action if the need arises. The matter is far from resolved but we are dealing with it.

This morning, my daughter gave me a paper on which she had drawn something (even she couldn’t make out what it was :P) and written this –

“My Mom is my Angel because she stands up for me”.

If that is not the highest honor I could receive as a parent, then what is?

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Dang! I could have been a rocket scientist or a brain surgeon too!!

Just read this article on www.dailyindia.com. Here is the link to the original article. I am copying the contents below in case the link stops working later.

Rajasthan has an Indian Institute of Technology Temple! By
Lokendra Singh Kota
(Rajasthan), Jan.28 (ANI): Come exam time and there is an unusual number of students carrying decorated plates or flowers making a beeline to worship at
their favourite "IIT Temple" in Rajasthan.

With entrance exams for India's top medial and engineering colleges just on the
anvil, the temple, which is devoted to Saraswati, the Goddess of learning, is crowded with several aspiring doctors here.

The temple is named after the India's prestigious Indian Institute of Technology (IIT).

Students come here to seek blessings of the presiding deity Saraswati so that she bestows good luck on them.

"I want to get selected to IIT (Indian Institute of Technology) and visiting this temple so that the Goddess listens to my wish and fulfils it. I have faith in the Goddess and believe I will get what I have wished for," said, Uma, another student.

The main attraction is when students write their wishes on the temple wall to remind the deity of their requests as a ritual.

"I have written my wish on the wall, hoping that I will clear the exam and get selected in a good medical institute. It is believed one's wish comes true when it is written on the temple wall. I have also written on the wall that I get selected for AIEEE (All India Engineering Entrance Exam),"said, Vikas, an Indian Institute of Technology aspirant. Every year over 200,000 students appear for entrance examinations to the seven institutes of IIT, considered one of the toughest to get through in the world. Only 4,000 students are selected every year.

Kota in recent years has become a major coaching centre to prepare for entrance exams. Over 50,000 students from across the country arrive here every year to study in coaching centre that dots the city. Researchers say some 10 per cent of info-tech start-ups in California's Silicon Valley have been founded or co-founded by IIT engineers. (ANI)

Now I know why my aunt used to insist that I light an incense stick in her "mandir" every morning. And now I get it why I couldn't get into any engineering or medical college or IIT for that matter. It wasn't because I didn't study hard enough for PET (Pre-Engineering Test) and PMT (Pre-Medical Test). It wasn't even due to the fact that I didn't sit for JEE (Joint Entrance Exam) that one is required to take to get selected to one of the IITs. It was because I ... didn't... go... to... KOTA!... to pay my respects to Goddess Saraswati. I am so disappointed, I could cry. Why didn't my parents, who always stressed on the importance of studying hard "if you want to get anywhere", tell me that this was the "make it/break it" part of all the preparation? WHY??? They must have whispered this little secret in my brother's ears because he did get into both - Jodhpur's engineering college and Bombay IIT. Oh Ma and Pa! Why did you do this to me??? ***SOB***

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

A whole new skill set

Social skills, that is. I am learning conflict resolution along with my daughter. Or I should say I am learning it as I teach my daughter. I'll be the first one to accept that I am not good at confrontations. And I don't mean confrontations that involve shouting and screaming and throwing stuff at each other. I mean the ones where you simply sit down with someone and tell them, maturely and matter-of-factly, how something thay did or said has been bothering you. I have a long ways to go before I implement that but that is what I am trying to teach my daughter. I am trying to teach her how to approach someone and without breaking down into sobs or getting hysterical and telling them whats on her mind and how she would like to proceed. Sounds very mature-ish, doesn't it?! I am SO proud of myself :)

She has been distressed over this situation in her class - a friend of hers, V (who is also Indian incidentally and her mom is a good friend of mine) has been trying to "take away her friends". I mean, on many occasions (almost consistently according to what my daughter tells me) this girl has waltzed right in and taken away a friend while my daughter was playing with her to play "with something else", barges into conversations, hijacks the conversation and then just whisks away the friend for "more conversation" while my daughter stands there wondering what just happened. During lunch time my daughter is inevitably the only one not sitting on the lunch table with this "friend" while she has taken care to invite just enough girls to come sit with her so there is no room for my daughter. On at least one occasion, my daughter invited some other girl to come sit with her during lunch and this girl (A) agreed. The next thing you know, V is patting the seat right next to her and inviting A to sit next to her. To an 8 year old, this can be very distressing.

In the beginning of the school year, I was discussing my "goals" for my daughter for this year with V's mom. I told her I wasn't concerned about her academic performance because I am perfectly fine with whatever grade my daughter gets as long as I am sure she put in her best efforts. And she is doing good academically. The main area of focus for me is developing my daughter's social skills. She is a quiet kid. Not shy - she just needs some time to warm up to new people. Her teachers always tell me that she is good at making friends and gets along well with almost everyone in her class. So, when I mentioned this to V's mom, she said "Oh I don't think you have to worry about it. V mentioned that S has more friends than she does". Today it became clear to me where V's actions root from - she is insecure and looking for friends. In her 8 year old mind she probably thought if she couldn't have more friends then S should definitely have fewer than her.

So, today I decided to help my daughter. But I did not want to step in and set things right for her. I wanted her to learn how to handle situations like this for she is going to face many more such people in her life - I am sure of that. The world seems to be full of such people. I formulated a multi-step plan. It was something like this -

1. Teach S to stand up for herself in situations like this and tell V, right then and there (when she does something like this again) that her actions are not appropriate. The first thing I want S to remember is - even under such circumstances BE NICE! I want her to learn to handle such situations without being mean. So I went through a hypothetical scene with her and coached her on what to say and how to say it without being mean.

2. Contact the class teacher and get her opinion and help on this issue. I left her a message saying I needed to talk to her about some social difficulties my daughter was having in the class and that I would like to discuss ways to resolve it with her.

3. I made it clear to my daughter that I would like her to learn how to deal with this but if it doesn't work out, I will step in to help her - only as a last resort.

The class teacher called me back as soon as she could. She told me that when she and her assistant teacher heard my message, the assistant teacher immediately said she knew what it could be about. So that tells me this is not just a figment of my daughter's imagination. If someone else has noticed it, it did happen. The class teacher and I have decided to help S figure this one out. She is going to have S and V sit together in another room with just the teachers present and S will tell V how her actions are hurting her feelings. In the teacher's words - V needs to understand what she is doing is affecting someone else and hurting their feelings. Second thing she suggested was that S meet the "intervention officer" at their school and they could help her figure out strategies to deal with such behavior in future. (Intervention officers are present in many schools to do just what their job title says - resolve social conflicts among students before they escalate. They are also available to intervene on behalf of students who might find themselves ill-equipped to handle a situation - like S in this case).

I believe this is absolutely the right approach. The girls need to figure out how to resolve their differences in a positive, non-confrontational way without adult involvement. I am sure this will better prepare them for adulthood.

Later, while driving to work, I was reflecting on the things I had taught my daughter on dealing with such conflicts.

1. I told her to be nice at all time and to NOT show how upset she is. DO NOT CRY. (in other words - no matter how ticked off you are, don't show it. Poker face)

2. When you invite anyone to sit with you during lunch, don't let V know before lunch time (don't show your hand)

And I realized I had also taught her the basics for being a good Poker player! She'll thank me for that one day :D

Thursday, December 21, 2006

That's ME!!

I love sharing food. If someone comments on how good my food smells/looks, I have to buy/cook it for them.

I love giving gifts. I love the expression on a person’s face when they receive a gift they weren’t expecting.

I love getting gifts. Any gift. As long as I sense it is being given with sincerity.

I cannot cry in front of people I don’t like. I think I have mentioned it before.

I can laugh and carry on a good conversation with people I don’t like. They will never know unless I decide to make it obvious – and I don’t have the heart to do that to ANYONE!

I get pissed by parents who don’t “parent” – leave their kids to run around and demolish other people’s property, let them bully/hurt other kids’ feelings knowingly and, worst of all just shrug off their kids’ tantrums/bad behavior with “What can I do? He/She doesn’t listen to me”. Well, for goodness’ sake, show them who the parent is – will ya?!!

I give advice too easily and readily. Have been working on overcoming that but I guess that is an inborn trait with all Leos :P So, if you aren’t looking for an advice, tell me so before you start your sob story :- ) I am a very good listener – so do tell me the story.

I like commercials (especially in Indian Television programming) better than serials.

I like to read murder mysteries, adventure thrillers and stories/novels about old times which reflect the lifestyle during those days. I loved reading “Gone With the Wind” for that reason. I was fascinated by the description of how girls were expected to dress and behave in those days.

I used to yell at my daughter quite often. Then I realized how scared she must feel with someone double her height (that was waaaaaaaaaaaay back when – she is a tall kid, going to overtake me in height real soon) yelling at her. I have controlled that habit very well now – I rarely yell at her (or at least so I think!)

I can’t enjoy foods I used to anymore in this pregnancy. Yesterday I took one bite out of a pizza slice and LEFT IT ON MY PLATE!!! I never thought I could do that! I used to devour the WHOLE pizza!! (I kid you not)

I can remember first names and last names with correct spellings even for the most complicated names for ALL the users I support (over 50 currently).

I CANNOT remember names of people I meet in social settings (like a party) just 10 minutes after meeting them. I guess I should assign them all user names and then I will remember them :P

I don’t hate anyone. I intensely dislike only a few people. I get along well with most.

I get truly embarrassed if someone keeps on praising me for something. I like it the first time, I get uncomfortable the second time, I ask them to change the subject the third time, I change the subject for them after that. Happened to me recently, after I spoke on behalf of Teaching Assistants of my daughter’s school at a Board of Ed meeting.

I love my daughter dearly. I sometimes worry if I will love the new baby with same intensity. Is that totally insane??

I prefer email communications over phone conversations. If you really want me to get back to you about something, guess what you shouldn’t do? Leave a voice message or write an email? :D

I work well under pressure because then I really can prioritize and get rid of the unnecessary tasks. That cuts my work in half! :D

I love receiving hand-written “Thank you” notes. I save them. (maybe because there are so few of them???)

I can sit still for long periods of time – but not completely. My fingers/toes twitch when I do that :-)

I can carry a tune, but I can’t sing. I would love to learn to sing and dance.

I want to write at least one book. And being a Leo, I want it to top the charts :D

I want to get either an MBA degree or a Ph.D.

I want to open my own “Chat Corner” when I am ready to retire from IT. I have been told it will be very successful. I already have a client base drooling over the possibility :-)

If I eat something at a friend’s place that has been terribly cooked, I want to grab them and show them how it should be done – that “leo” in me again! In the least, I want to cook it at home as soon as possible so I can really enjoy it. But I NEVER say I didn’t like it to the person who cooked it (I might keep mum and not say ANYTHING) – the thought of all the effort he/she must have put in it makes me keep my mouth shut.

I can’t give false praise.

I used to love my husband a lot.
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I STILL love him – "LOTTER". Gotcha with that one!!

Thursday, December 14, 2006

One more hurdle - Crossed!

We had been waiting for the First Trimester Screening results. I had the test done last week - it involves an ultra-sound and some blood work. It indicates the risk level that a woman has of delivering a baby with Down's syndrome or Edward's syndrome. For my age, the risk was 1 in 220. This test has a high rate of false positives. Our doctor suggested we go for amniocentesis which is a 100% accurate. We were very apprehansive about that because there is a slight risk of miscarriage associated with it. Then I found about Genetic ultrasound that is totally non-invasive and can predict with upto 99% accuracy, the chances of the baby being born with chromosomal defects. But now it seems none of that is necessary (and Boy! Am I giddy with relief while typing this!!) - my First Trimester Screening results came back with a risk of 1 in 3,420 for Down Syndrome and 1 in 7,001 for Edward's syndrome! That is around the level of risk that a 20 year old woman has of delivering a baby with chromosomal defects. So, now I am waiting to ask my doctor if I can officially declare that I am 20 years old! :-) A coworker mentioned how I was "glowing" and my hair seemed darker. My reply? "Of course, because I am just 20 years old!" You can tell I am enjoying this :P

Another coworker told me a blonde joke :

A blonde finds out she is pregnant and goes "Oh my God! I hope it is mine!!". I said without missing a beat "Oh, I sure hope this is mine since I had it with IVF!" What?? You don't find it funny? Come on!!!

Oh well...

My daughter told a friend of hers the BIG news. This is how the conversation went -

Daughter - My mom is pregnant!
Friend - No!
Daughter - Yes, she is!!
Friend - NO WAY!!
Daughter - YES Way! (This seems to be turning into a shouting match)
Friend - She can't be - you're 8!!

I still smile when I think of this.

I have just begun the 4th month and I have already been feeling this flutter in my lower abdomen. I wonder if it is gas. I like to think it is the baby's movement and don't you say otherwise becasue then you'd be messing with BIG TIME pregnancy hormones!

What do you do with the leftover milk in your cereal bowl once the cereal is finished?

If you had a top that was too short to cover both - your cleavage and your midriff - what would you do?