Thursday, 30 June 2016

From Himalayas To Nilgiris!


A big hello from a new place. May was all about packing and moving and June went in settling down in this awesome new place that has everything that the lazy woman loves. It has beautiful weather, hills and of course flowers of all colors. The surrounding hills are carpeted with lush green tea gardens which make a view so luxurious, its takes your breath away. But what it really lacks is the familiarity and comfort of the place that I called home for past two years.
 Between packing and unpacking boxes, the time flew by and little did I realize that I was actually missing something. Coco and his dad both became busy soon enough and I was left at home wondering why I found myself engulfed with a strange emptiness. More alarming was the fact that many of the ladies here complained of feeling blue and depressed. Being the hardcore optimist that I am, I never admitted to it openly and strongly believed that these are initial jitters that will subside in some time.

The hills and the climate are great, but just not comforting enough. We are staying on the top floor of a three storey building, which provides exceptional views of the town nearby. But it is not something that I wake up for. It is not something that I look out for, like I used to play peekaboo with my rosebushes. Waking up and seeing a hill town spread before my eyes is a strange view and I was unable to assimilate it all into my existence, for first few days.


 It has been over a month now, and I am still figuring out my favorite spot where I can sit with a cup of tea, a piece of craft, a book, my laptop, or just by myself quietly. This new home of mine has a serious lack of such cozy corners.On top of that, it is too rainy and too windy here. Then one day it occurred to me. I am not an apartment dweller by nature, none of us are. I have stayed on ground for most of my life. I even hate flights. Staying on second floor is really hard work for me. It makes me feel, well, restricted. Additionally, in the busy schedule, I barely spend any time alone at home. Being an earth dweller, I need to grow my roots before I start feeling comfortable. I need to spend time in this new home, to be able to love it and call it home lovingly. 


These days, I am trying to do precisely that. The good news is, we are slowly growing on each other, Nilgiris and I. Meanwhile, the treasured memories of Himalayan foothills are safely nesting in my heart.
  Boxes packed, loaded, gone...catching a few moments in the garden before saying goodbye.
    
  

Sunday, 8 May 2016

Love You Mom!

Coco and mommy in Lansdowne

It was a chaotic morning as usual this Friday, like all school day mornings. To add to my stress, Coco was in a bad mood, sleepy, whiny and not ready to go to school. Somehow, we got ready and reached school. But he refused to get down from the car and insisted that the school was closed today. I gathered up my last fragments of waning patience and asked him if we could just go and check whether it was open or not. If it was closed, he could come back with me. If it was open, well, we shall see then! Nope, not ready to come!

Chef Coco on Labor Day 

Thereafter, I tried to convince him by telling him that Mother's day was around the corner, so there might be some card making today, it will be so much fun and he will give mommy a card today. Nada! Not charming enough. At last I picked him up and deposited him inside the school gate where one of the teachers received him. As it is, we are always five minutes late, no matter how fast we get ready. But it is still acceptable because a lot of kids are coming around that time. Any later than five minutes, and the school gates look abandoned. Everything suddenly seems to grow eyes, looking at me accusingly, 'you're late!'




The whining turned into wailing that I could hear from far away, but kept walking to my car. Mornings are sometimes tough like that. 

When I went back at noon to pick him up, it was a happy sight to see the children coming out and handing a colorful flowery card to their respective moms, with the teachers reminding them of how they taught them to say 'I  love you mom.' I waited for my turn as I saw smiling, glowing mothers walking out with their kids. So, my prediction this morning was correct. Though there was some more activity scheduled solely for mothers the next day, a card was a must today. However, 'I love you' is something that Coco and I say all the time to each other. Expressions of love need not be restricted to special days.


In a few minutes, Coco came out smiling, holding a paper poppy flower and ran straight to me saying, 'See, ma'm gave me caad.' His 'Ma'm' interfered, asking, 'Coco, how should you say it?' Coco thought for a moment and held the card to me, saying, 'Ye lo, Mother Day.'

His mam asked, 'And?' He racked his brains, then mam hinted, 'Love you?'

His eyes lit up as he remembered and jumped, 'Love you mom!' 

'Aww, I love you too baby!' I said and hugged him, picking him up instantly. Though I knew I was going to get a card and hear 'love you mom,' it still made my heart skip a beat. I smiled at the teacher, wishing her good day, thankful for my dark sunglasses which didn't show my misty eyes. All of a sudden, I was missing my mom.


Thursday, 5 May 2016

Precious April Days!

The Coco household is packing and moving across the length of the country in May, a month of new prospects. May is full of hopes and possibilities of what 'May' happen! But the sweet memories of a beautiful April are not leaving the lazy woman's mind, especially as she is sitting amid black army boxes, laboriously wrapping her stuff in bubble wraps and taping them. 
For anyone who is wondering what was so special about April, the weather was awesome for the starters. While the rest of India complained of scorching heat, we were seeing charming, breezy days and cool evenings. The air was filled with sweet scents of spring and the winter flowers were still around, reminding us of the lovely winter that went by. 

With the most pleasant part of the year, which is neither cold nor hot, it was still possible to spend some time outside in the company of my favorite roses. If only the mosquitoes were not there!

March was the concluding month for Coco's playschool. Ferrying him back and forth to school had become a favorite activity of my day in the past 8-9 months. The sight of shiny roads and warm sun made me incredibly happy. To complete the happiness, strains of vintage Hindi music always accompanied me. Have a close look at the picture above. It was taken on a drive back from Coco's school. The white iron gate and red pillars of FRI gate, with a magnificent building behind them (not in the picture) are a sight that I am in love with. Do you see hills in the background? It is Mussoorie. My humble phone camera cannot do justice to this incredible sight. In April, we got Coco's admission done for only a month in the new session so that he is occupied with activities, while we are busy with packing. So my driving job is back and I am happily doing it for it brings to me the sights and sounds of a beautiful ten-minute drive, twice a day. 


To make April more pleasant, a book arrived in mail. Yes, people, I am a published writer now, with a short story published in an anthology named 'Colors: Shades Of Life'. My story is about two army wives (how obvious :D) and their friendship. The book is getting rave reviews and is available on amazon and goodreads. If you buy the book and read it, please be kind enough to share your thoughts and reviews. And I must thank you all again for your immense support and words of encouragement.

While we are delivering news, here comes one long due, though not related to April. The lovely folks at 'Burst Of Happyness' have hired me as a blogger to write informative and useful pieces for a healthy and happy life. I also manage their editorial calendar on the side. So, if you wish to contribute an article, do get in touch with me :). Please do visit the blog and get a lot of useful articles about health, beauty, awareness, natural living, decluttering, DIY recipes etc. You can also wander off to the main site and treat yourself to luxurious handmade bath and body goodies.
Before the packing began, we spent all our April weekends in visiting nearby places like Lansdowne and Mussoorie. More on these in upcoming posts! Till then, enjoy the exciting possibilities that 'May' happen.

Friday, 1 April 2016

Watercolor: A Lesson In Patience


Internet is a great place, especially for people like me. I feel restless without something to do, and internet is full of ideas and inspiration. I am not an artist, but I can definitely slap colors on paper in some recognizable shape successfully. I would definitely like to learn a few painting techniques that could make my work look more art like, rather than elementary school practice sheets. I love painting, but also get intimidated by it. Mostly because of my lack of knowledge. Of all the methods of painting, watercolor seems to be the most difficult, an impossible feat for me to achieve. Last week however, fueled with ideas, I thought of using some of those interesting pins that I have saved on Pinterest (here and here) and teach myself watercolor painting. 


Now, as you might be well aware, I love flowers and I love colors. So I went through my collection for inspiration and painted the above image. Not happy with the result, I browsed through some more pins and painted the image below. The result looked like what a 5th grader would paint. I was disappointed again. Then, tired with my failures, I called it a day and prayed to the universe to grant me some patience.


Next day, I promised myself to work patiently and not just hurry through the painting. After all I am only a beginner and I need to learn things first. I cannot expect to create masterpieces right away! In my quest to find the right lesson, I found this pin, showing a step by step method of creating beautiful watercolor. Usually, I do not copy. I get inspired and generally the result is something new and different. But I chose to follow the shown procedure as closely as possible this time. That would help me in not hurrying through it and be more patient.

 I first drew a rough image of the shown picture with pencil, and started coloring. Happiness coursed through me as the shapes began to get filled with color. Art making is a joyful process that helps you see something meaningful taking shape in front of your eyes. It is nothing short of meditation.
Careful strokes of my brush kept working through the design, adding elements and color, making the image more and more beautiful. At last, when I finished it, I could see that it was flawed with a beginner's shaky brush strokes, but I liked the overall look. At least now I know that I could hold my enthusiasm and have patience. 



Thursday, 31 March 2016

Lost In Pink!


                                        

Finally! These roses are here. I have already talked about them in this post. Blooming away to glory, waving their tiny faces at me whenever I peek out the door, which I do a lot these days. Reading newspaper? Peek out the door for a second. Cooking? Ah, lets take a 5 second break to peek out. Just being lazy? Get up and peek out the door. My love is here. These pink bundles of sheer sensory pleasure, that make me want to dance every single time I see them. I am possessed by them.
When I first gave a nod to move into my current house, the biggest reason were four wild rose shrubs planted in the garden of the house. They had been in my short list of 'must have in life' since always. We moved in here late in April 2014 and by then, the flowering season had already gone. I admired the last few receding flowers longingly and impatiently waited for the next year. But I was very disappointed to note that I had to be out of town for a couple of months just as the first buds started to blossom. I was crestfallen. It meant I would not be able to see the flowers in full bloom, because we were scheduled to move in December.

Anyways, I got a few cuttings prepared during the rainy season. I just could not bear to part with this love of my life, now that fate had brought us together in such a dramatic manner. But there was more than cuttings in store for me. It turned out that we were staying here for a few more months. This meant that I could finally see the roses blossoming in their full glory. Hearing this news all I could think of was Paulo Coelho:
                
                        When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.

So here I am, feasting my senses on the gorgeous bunches of wild roses. For those of you who were wondering why I was not writing anything, I was very busy in loving these rose bushes, among other things. I even refused a long trip to God's own country because I feared I would miss God's own flowers, just in case they decide to blossom early.  

Even Google knows my deep love for these. It styled this picture for me. In love!!

Sunday, 10 January 2016

The Unsung Heroes: Indian Army Wives

Once, Yama, the ruler of hell, heard a large group of women laughing and talking, enjoying a party in hell. He asked his assistant to find out who these women were, and how were they so happy even in hell! Yama's assistant instantly answered his query, 'Sir, these are Indian Army Wives. They enjoy wherever they go.'

That might sound like a joke to many. But to my ears and eyes, it is the absolute truth. I walk among hundreds of heroes as a part of my daily routine. Someone might come across an inspiring story once in a while. I have hundreds of such stories happening around me, which I witness, feel and live. I see my heroes, I am proud to be in their company, we smile at each other and nod a 'good evening' or 'good morning', even when we don't know each other's names. We know that it does not matter much, we are friends anyways. Such is the spirit of our Army, our officers, and naturally, their better halves. Yes, my heroes are none other than Indian Army Wives!

Indian Army wives constitute a little army by themselves. This little army is a storehouse of talent and fun, a cache of songs and laughter and a beacon of hope in dark times of loss and turmoil. Among this group, one can meet women from all walks of life. Doctors, engineers, army officers, civil servants, lawyers, journalists, air hostesses, teachers, entrepreneurs, authors, poets, actors, classical dancers, corporate trainers, singers, artistes, you name it, we have her! How they manage to be everything that they are is nothing short of magic! At times, they leave me star-struck with their wit, their beauty, their panache, their elegance, their rich taste and class. But these qualities can be easily seen by anyone. Indian Army wives are much more than that. They are an ocean of beautiful hearts and minds, come together drop by drop, handpicked by destiny, to be paired with the bravest on earth.

I read somewhere, that we should not judge others, as we do not know their story. But I have seen people judging army wives many times. You see them partying daily, but you do not see the uncertainty of tomorrow clawing at their nerves. You see their glamour and style, you do not see the struggle that they go through in moving between one mossy old house to another, every alternate year, or even before that. You think that they do not lift a finger, but actually, the amount of back-breaking work that they do goes unnoticed, well hidden behind their charm. You can spot her driving away in a sedan, but you are conveniently unaware of the fact that she is running from pillar to post, to keep everything in place in the absence of her husband. You think that they enjoy too many 'freebies', you never try to understand their pain that is darker than those 30 odd black boxes in which they carry their entire life.

Staying away from her husband for a while is a part of any army wife's life. During these tough times, while the officer is braving the challenges of glaciers and super low temperatures, the wife has her own glaciers to climb. In that duration, she doubles up as a father to her kids, a son to her in laws, and does everything that the man of the house is supposed to do, that too with elan. Did you know that army wives compare their separation length with each other and someone who has been away 'only' for three years in a marriage of seven years feels luckier than the one who had to spend three years and one month away. Isn't that a fancy yardstick? 

Life, in itself is not easy. Life as a woman is more difficult. Women have the fighter's instinct and they are tough from within. Army wives are a lot tougher. They live in the present and enjoy thoroughly while keeping in mind that tomorrow might be different. The past year went like a slideshow, leaving me scared and saddened many times. Every now and then, an unfortunate news comes and wakes me up from my sweet dreams to the harsh truth. The reason of my not writing much this September and October was not sheer laziness or any kind of fancy army-wife-partying spree, it was a rather low and heartbroken phase for me. We lost Maj Dhruv Yadav, an officer who I met very briefly, and had the chance to find out how much he loved kids. He used to ask Coco, 'Who am I?', and when Coco replied 'Dhu uncle' in recognition, his face beamed with joy. Proud to be in Coco's good book, he did this again and again, just for the fun of it. 

When his news came, all I could remember was Coco's beloved 'Dhu uncle' and his radiant smile and cried at the sheer injustice of fate. I have never spoken to his wife, but all I could think of was her, and their unborn child.  I bless his son with all my might, and wish him all the happiness of the world. Even today, not a day goes without remembering Maj Yadav, though I barely knew him. I do not know anyone stronger than his wife, and salute her for being so brave. She, and many others like her have proved time and again, that as long as we have such iron willed women, our frontiers will stay safe.

I must let you in on a little secret now. I am an army wife myself, and consider myself quite strong. A senior officer once jokingly said that I should be awarded 'Paramveer Chakra' for my bravery of staying alone in this 'forest resort' like house for a few months. But I think my bravery ends there. Inside, I am scared. When I was about to get married, my colleagues sometimes played 'ae jaate huye lamhon' for me, not knowing that inside I died a thousand deaths. Can you believe, I run away whenever the movie Border is being aired on tv? I haven't watched it, and do not have the courage to watch it ever either. My bucket list has bungee jumping though! I pray to God for peace and harmony, because no one else's life depends on it but my own. Whereas, my magnanimous heroes promise to stand by each other, come rain or sunshine. They do not know defeat, and quitting is not an option for them. They stand proudly by their faujis and  that my friends is all the more reason why I worship my heroes, these soldiers without uniforms, the Indian Army Wives.