Is life of a full-time mother easy!!

I am a homemaker (so-called housewife). My job is not easy, being  service provider round the clock. Yet it’s less appreciated when compared to a working women. Yes it’s painful when someone says, oh you don’t work, you are at home. People never realize homemaker has ample work–she  is a nurse, a nanny, a cook, cleaner to everything. Are these not jobs!

I am happy being a homemaker as I get appreciation of my work from my husband. Yet there is shallowness in me, I’m happy yet not satisfied. I want to do something more. Don’t know what and how. But want to achieve something.

In trying to achieve something and complete myself, I started work-from-home. Feel somewhat satisfied, but it’s a juggle. Being at home I am not considered as a working women. I have to manage my time, set my priorities. Work-work-work. This has become my life, yet happy and content. Because I do what I love whether it is appreciated or not!


Desire to excel

Just read it on my friend’s fb page and found it worth sharing….

A German once visited a temple under construction where he saw a sculptor making an idol of God…

Suddenly he noticed a similar idol lying nearby…

Surprised, he asked the sculptor, “Do you need two statues of the same idol?”
“No,” said the sculptor without looking up, “We need only one, but the first one got damaged at the last stage…”

The gentleman examined the idol and found no apparent damage…

“Where is the damage?” he asked.
“There is a scratch on the nose of the idol.” said the sculptor, still
busy with his work….

“Where are you going to install the idol?”

The sculptor replied that it would be installed on a pillar twenty feet high…

“If the idol is that far who is going to know that there is a scratch on the nose?”
the gentleman asked.

The sculptor stopped work, looked up at the gentleman, smiled and said,

“I will know it…”

The desire to excel is exclusive of the fact whether someone else appreciates it or not….

“Excellence” is a drive from inside, not outside….

Excellence is not for someone else to notice but for your own satisfaction and efficiency.

I always think I should be appreciated for my work and when I am not appreciated I feel very angry and get easily irritated. This simple story thought me that I should excel in my work not for others but for myself. Hope I will remember this every time I accomplish something.

Child labour

Child labour a taboo really? Children under the age of 14 years are prohibited to work under the Child Labour (Prohibition and Regulation) Act, 1986, but despite this you can find hundreds to thousands of children working daily for their survival. What measures are taken to rescue them. Even if they are rescued are they provided with basic facilities. Leaving certain percentage, most of these children work to fight with poverty. We just shout child labour, we feel pity seeing children work in canteen to dhabas, as cobblers and so on. But more than feeling pity we do nothing. We just look at them, discuss among ourselves how their childhood is lost and so on.

Other day I was reading a report on child labour. How children are exploited on daily basis; how they are paid less wages and made to work hard and so on. But none of the reports discussed why they are forced to work. The root cause of their work is poverty. Most of the poor parents are forced to send their children to work for their survival. Is this a taboo only for poor parents….. Is this not applicable for the so-called high-class families, where they send the children to work in serials, movies, ad commercials and make them work for hours. why this question is not raised by anyone surprising right???

Just thinking about it……..

Move on

No matter what, I want to move on
Hope comes and goes, I want to move on
Flower blossoms and then fall, I want to move on
Life stops me, I want to move on
Circumstances pull me down, I want to move on
People come and go, I want to move on

In and around my daughter

Now its 2.5 years that I am a devoted mother. There are may things that I have gone through in this small phase of motherhood. Laughed, cried, got irritated, cursed myself and so on. This has been a life-time experience. I thought its very easy to raise a child, but I was wrong. Its really, really difficult. These 2.5 years have thought me how much my mother has gone through to raise me up. Now that I am a mother, I can realizes how many sacrifices my mother has made to bring me up, be it her career or her life.

I cherish this life. I love my daughter. Sometimes I too get irritated by the way she behaves. Sometimes I yell at her, sometime I ignore her when she behaves badly. But there is no change. I get more and more irritated with this. But all this vanishes when my little angel smiles at me. Her smile makes me forget that I am angry and I hug her. Love you loads my darling!


Just want to smile and leave out my sorrows

Just want to hug the wind and let go my tears

Just want to walk alone and borrow colors from  nature

Just want to fly like bird and run away from pain

Just want to live and color life with smile