Monday, December 21, 2015


प्रिय आई ,

मला अस वाटत आई आणि मुलीने नेहमीच जवळ रहाव
मला अस वाटत आई आणि मुलीने नेहमीच जवळ रहाव
दिवसभर असते मी मुलांची आई
काही क्षण का होईना मी रोज फक्त माझ्या आईच मुल व्हाव ...

आई, मग तुला तहान लागली कि मी पाणी आणून द्याव
ते हि तू न सांगता
मग एक फक्कड चहा करावा फक्त तुझ्या आणि तुझ्या साठीच
दुध जराही न सांडता

आणि मग मात्र मी आळशी माणसा सारख
सोफ्यावर बसून रहाव मस्त
कारण मी कस वागायचं तुझ्याशी ह्याचे नियम
मीच बनवते ना फक्त

आई, मग मी TV बघत असताना
"आ …… ई भू …क " म्हणायच्या आधीच तू प्रकट व्हावस
हातातली तांदुळाची भाकरी भरवून
तू प्रेमाने बघावास

तहान लागलीये म्हणायच्या आधीच
पाणी समोर याव
अशी किमया फक्त तुलाच येते आई
कुणी जादूच्या प्रयोगांना कशाला जाव

मी तुझ्याकडे कोकम च सरबत मागताना
तू माझ्या वर्षातून एकदा बनवलेल्या चहाच कौतुक करावस
रात्री जेवणात हे करू का ते करू विचारताना
मी हे पण कर आणि ते पण कर म्हंटल्यावर तू हळूच हसावस

मुलगी बनता बनता मी मग
आई बनायला शिकते
आणि आई बनता बनता
माझ्यातल्या मुलीला बिलगून राहते

माझ्या डोळ्यातलं confusion मग
तुलाच अचूक कळत
एका छान मिठीमध्ये मग
एक गुपित उलगडत …

Friday, October 9, 2015

The Fourth Grade has happened...


The fourth grade has happened and the boy is in total shock of disbelief!!

Discipline and responsibility are not just words in dictionary or spelling test, they are actually something you do in you real life???

you see, when someone breaks your heart, we have this fear and sadness and anxiety in our eyes and the boy has all that when he goes through what homework he has to finish every day! His soft munchkin heart is all broken so to speak...

Needless to say I have been promoted from "mean mommy" to "the most mean-est mommy on the face of this galaxy" It's high time I get promoted..Better late than never.

I often think about what I can do for him right now so he becomes a pretty sensible person as a teenager. Fortunately "N" has been training me on how to deal with teenagers. My fourth grade started when she started her second year ...They both train themselves well on how to become a fully functional teenager.

1> They can slam the doors.
2> They can slam the doors. Very frequenty. Like all the time. ALL THE TIME.
3> They can sit at the dinner table looking extremely sad and pathetic.
4> They sigh when I come home from office.
5> They skip eating lunch in order to do something called "chatting" with their friends.
6> In any situation, and I mean "ANY", they can find a way to blame it on parents.
7> They also use pharases like "all seven years of my life" or "having a hard day" or "hurting feelings" or "you do not understand". (I especially like "all years of my life". Here is how you use it - I have been eating food all nine years of my life. If you want me to grow you better feed me.)
8> They can very effectively roll their eyes.
9> They can also use hand gestures to show us "quotation marks" around important words.
10> They stop recognizing us when we enter elevators.

Pretty impressive, huh?

P.S: I used to find the purpose of my life. But not anymore. I know now that I was sent upon this earth to be brought up by "J" and "N". It was just yesterday "N" taught me how to count....tenteen, eleventeen, twelveteen......The fourth grade has happened and the mom is in total shock of disbelief!!

Tuesday, September 29, 2015


Magic...My honest attempt to write a story based on something real and something fictional..

Little Miss. N tossed and turned several times in bed before her tiny hand reached for her mom.

"Mom" she whispered..
"My throat hurts"
"I don't feel good"

Her mom gave her some water and sat by her. N's eyes were looking for something different. She stared in the dark as her mom went into other room. She wondered what will happen next. When mom came back, her sweet little eyes sparkled. She saw the tiny bottle in her mom's hand. It was given to her by her grandma. N believed it was magical. It had the most tiny-est cute white little pills of medicine in it. When mom opened it, N felt like a princess standing in front of her fairy god mother waiting for her glass slippers. She felt GRAND!!! Music played in her ears through the thick of the night when she saw mom giving her two of those pills. that the smell of joy?? It sure is..As she put the pills in her mouth, N felt better. Her throat still hurt but she felt something was better. She could not really pinpoint what..She remembered her grandma's hands, her hair, her warm hugs and her sweet voice..

"You know when you get medicine, there is something you need to do" mom said
"What?" N asked
"in the next 24 hours, you need to do a good deed for someone else"
"but why ?"
"well, someone is helping you through this medicine and you need to return this goodness to someone else so this continues forever" mom whispered in dark and smiled softly.
"hmmmm..what will I do then?"
"Don't worry, you will figure it out soon.." mom said as N gently folded her arms around her mom's neck and hugged her..

She stood quietly in the line to go to the gym when other kids were making noise and pulling each other. Her curious eyes were looking for something today. Will I find it? What if I do not? Will the magic vanish? Will I know when I find it? What will mom say?

Soon enough, it was lunch time and there she was quietly chewing her sandwich all engrossed in her

"What is God grandma ?"
"What do u think N?"

She was startled by a noise of someone laughing and she turned sideways. She saw a bunch of them laughing and staring at a fallen water bottle. It had fallen from table on someone's lap and then on the ground. What a mess!! She thought. And suddenly she saw a face all red and eyes filled with tears and anger and sadness all at the same time.

"Have you seen God? Does he hear you when you talk to him? Is God a she or a he Grandma?"
"God lives in everyone. When you listen to someone with all your heart, you can make magic happen."
"Really? You are so so magical grandma.."

N suddenly got up and walked to her and said "It's okay. Let's go to the teacher." N firmly held her hand and ushered her out of the lunch room.

As they walked together out of the lunch room, she felt GRAND!! Music played in her ears in the middle of all the noise!! N smiled softly and whispered in her friend's ears

"Listen, I have to tell you a secret!!"
"Really? What??"
"Yeah, I know how to find God."
"What?? Can you tell me how?"
"Yes of course, it's easy. You just need to listen and help"

She smiled. Her throat still hurt but she felt something was better. She could not really pinpoint what..She remembered her grandma's hands, her hair, her warm hugs and her sweet voice..


Friday, July 24, 2015


एक सायंकाळ हवीये
एक पाऊस हवाय

एक घर हवाय
एक पायवाट हवीये

एक चुटका हवाय
एक कारण हवय

एक साज हवाय
एक गाणं हवय

एक गुपित हवय
एक विश्वास हवाय

एक हसू हवय
एक आसू हवाय

I walk with you...

life with you
life with you bro is...
pretty messy ..
a fight with you
a fight with you bro is...
pretty crazy ..
Fight we might
but Love we will
Kick we might
but hold hands we will
ours is the friendship in the making
oh my silly friend...
Even my shadow will follow you
forever till the end..

Sunday, May 31, 2015

America has got talent???

I am one proud mom that my firstborn wrote a poem about the most magical and talked about subject for a 9 year old boy..and I am pretty sure, pretty damn sure, I am not the only one..

Original song-

Star light, star bright
first star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
I wish my wish comes true tonight..

but, try this one now in the same tune-

fart star, fart star
first fart I smell tonight
you fart your fart, I pee my pee
you can fart, all night with me

I actually laughed so much at this that I had tears in my eyes. Is that good?? then again..who cares??

Thursday, March 19, 2015

Horse Poop

A few years back we brought J to NYC in December so he can enjoy the Rockefeller Center Xmas tree. I was actually more excited just imagining how excited he will be to see such a huge tree with so many colorful lights. He came and he saw it. On our way back he saw a few NYC police men riding horses. And then he spotted one of horses doing the most exciting thing in the world on NYC street right in front of him..he pooped. Are u kidding me?? Horse poop on NYC street?? Jays eyes said to me..We had to see this because it’s exciting..interesting..awesome..

Flash forward to today..a person living with me apparently wanted me to be excited about new exciting features in and mvc new version and forwarded me a link to read..but I did not find my horse poop was all Xmsy and glittery but No.Horse.Poop for me..

Flash back to long long ago when I was young.. I used to think I am a bright and smart person. I still believe in it  - like one day out of 365 days..but other days I find myself scared of Xmas trees and
looking for something it just me or does anyone else think being in IT is becoming more and more difficult these days? I think I am good at all things but great at nothing. One geek-o-gods suggested I should read like there is no tomorrow after homework cooking cleaning putting kids to bed preparing for tomorrow and possibly brushing my own teeth..but I see no point because what I read today is going to change tomorrow anyways..

Why are we inventing all these things? And still trying to catch divide by zero exceptions? May I please forgive myself once in a while for not using dependency injection? May I just be happy for one entire day about my work? The streets are leading somewhere..wind is’s cold..Xmas tree is glittery..people are cheerful. But I seem to get lost still looking for my horse poop..

Monday, January 5, 2015

विड्याचे पान

एका संध्याकाळी Indian restaurant मधून विडा विकत घेतला आणि घरी येउन fridge मधे ठेवून दिला. दोन तीन दिवस तिथे फिरकले पण नाही. तिसऱ्या दिवशी अचानक नजर गेली आणि चटकन हातात घेतला. चंदेरी foil मध्ये लपेटलेला तो विडा मी नाकाजवळ नेला आणि एक दीर्घ श्वास घेतला. तो सुगंध घेतला  आणि नजरे समोरून तीन चेहरे सरकन तरळून गेले. माझे तीन मामा . तीन तीन मामा होते माला . माझी आई त्यांची लाडकी बहिण. खरोखरच लाडकी. मामा लोकांना पान खायला आवडायचं .

तीनही मामा म्हणजे मूर्तिमंत प्रेम. लाड कसे करायचे हे कोणी त्यांच्या कडून शिकवे. किती करायचे त्याला काहीही मर्यादा नव्हती कधिच. काही लोकांना आठवल कि कश्या काही भावना जागृत होतात तसे मामा आठवले कि उब वाटते. प्रेमळ लाघवी बोलणे आठवते. मिठास …. मिठास म्हणतात त्याला … नसानसात इतके प्रेम कि डोळ्यातून पण तेच दिसायचे. आम्हा भाचे लोकांना ते लाडाची नावे ठेवायचे. लाडाची नावे आणि प्रेम हे इतक डोक्यात जावून बसलं न लहानपणी कि कुणी जर लाडच नाव ठेवलं नाही तर प्रेमच नाही असच equation बसलं घर करून मनात… गम्मत असते न …. शब्द कित्ती महत्त्वाचे असतात . मामा लोकांनी इतके लाडावले कि आम्ही म्हणजे जणू प्रेमाच्या पाकात मुरलेले गुलाब जाम झालो…

दिवाळी ची सुट्टी सुरु झाली कि आई ला उत्साह यायचा. भाउ बिजेच्या दिवशी भल्या पहाटे उठून ती बासुंदी चा घाट घालायची . तीनही मामांना बासुंदी प्रिय. अर्थात इतक्या गोड माणसांना आणखीन काय आवडणार म्हणा … तिघे जेव्हा मनसोक्त बासुंदी प्यायचे तेव्हा आईच्या चेहऱ्यावरचा आनंद ओसंडून वाहायचा जणू . सुंदर माणसे आणि तितकेच सुंदर नाते … छोट्या गोष्टी पण तितकेच मोठे प्रेम …

जेव्हा एकेका मामला गमावलं  तेव्हा बालपणाला हळूहळू रामराम म्हटलं … एक अतुट नात , एक अद्वैत प्रेम , अनेक प्रेमळ सव्वाद , खूप काही राहिलेल्या अपूर्ण गोष्टी एका गाठोड्यात बांधून मनाच्या कोपऱ्यात ठेउन दिल्या… त्या सगळ्या ह्या एका विड्याच्या पानामुळे धुवाधार पावसागत कोसळून गेल्या … आणि राहिला फक्त एक सुगंध ….

Friday, January 2, 2015

Halloween in January

New Jersey..
Jan 2nd
2:14 A.M
Note: EnD whispers when room is dark. Even if it means she has to speak same sentence 10 times..

EnD: Maaaami, I need to go to the restroom...
EsD: {No kid, you need to wait until you see light outside} go..

few seconds later..
EnD re-appears in the bedroom (please multiple the horror by at least 10 times since....remember?? EnD whispers when the room is dark even if it means she has to speak the same sentense 10 times...)

EsD: what happened??
EnD: maaami...
EsD: Yes???
EnD: maaami, I need to tell you something...

Note2: Its 2 AM and each sentence can begin with "I need to tell you something" and then a pause
Note3: remember...she whispers..remember.

EsD: what is it??
EnD: maaaaaami....remember, the light switch?? the one we had in the bathroom??
EsD: Yes
EnD: maaaaami, I need to tell you something..
EsD: what??
EnD: The light switch in the bathroom is not there..maaaami..the light switch is gone..

EsD: {really?? heeeee heeeeee..}

Note4: You can laugh at almost-six-year old only when it is dark because apparently some almost-six-year-olds from NJ with curly hair and cute button nose have a bad temper when you smile at something like this..
Note5: EsD is big fan of Harry Potter and she can hear Harry Potter music almost instantaneously when situation like this arises.

So, Hermoine Dixit wore a big black hat and had a magic wand in her hand and walked with EnD in dark and entered the restroom and said "Vingardium Leviosa!!!!!!!!!!!" and voila...the light switch magically re-appeared..

Hugs and kissess..hugs and kisses...from EnD to EsD...

Thank you dear God for special magical powers and almost six-year-olds and almost nine-year-olds ..