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Women’s Day and all that

Here I come with my too-late-in-the day-Women’s Day post! What really inspired this post was not the day itself – rather it was posters displayed at a nearby car showroom. There was Indira Gandhi, Kalpana Chawla, Arundhati Roy, Mother Theresa, Kiran Bedi…all grinning at passers by from glossy posters. For two days they grinned and then they were removed and relegated to a store room – perhaps until next year.

So is this what women’s day is all about? You hail these very visible and famous achievers for that one day and then you relegate them to a corner?

Well, I’d like to celebrate it differently.

My first hero is my mom. Who taught me that no matter how many times life pushes you down, you simply wake up, dust yourself off and move on. Because if you don’t make that effort no one is going to come there and help you get up. She has done this for as long as I remember. And I’m so very proud that this incredible woman is my mother.

My maid is another amazing person. Straddled with a drunk husband and a completely directionless son – she chugs on with a big smile. She saves hard and sends her daughter to college. Her daughter – God bless her – is amongst the toppers in her BCom class.

The lady who delivers our milk is yet another classic case. She trudges from street to street every morning with a basket full of milk packets. Her tired bow legs carrying her frail body. Her husband is no more. Her sons have thrown her out of their home. She lives here and there. Yet she always has a smile and a kind word for us. All day long she exchanges cheerful banter with her women friends as she rests under the shade of a tree. Sometimes I wonder what is it that makes her smile so much. In her place, I might have been miserable!

We have a lady who is our standby cook. Whenever we have get-togethers or functions at home – we simply call and place an order and she dishes out the yummiest of South Indian food. This lady is a widow and supports her abandoned daughter and granddaughter. All day long she cooks and cleans and cooks and cleans and earns enough to pay for the three of them. Always smiling. Always giving us that extra unordered dish as a compliment. What a remarkably strong woman she is!

There are so many unsung heroes who walk in and out of our lives every day. Do they even know about Women’s Day and the much publicized Woman’s Bill? Is it going to make any difference to their lives?

This post is dedicated to them all. I salute them and I celebrate their spirit. Every single day.

Hear yey hear yey…the princess turns six!

Oh my God! I know it sounds clichéd when I say that time just flew by. But yes time did just fly by! Was it SIX years ago that the little princess was thrust into my arms, all pink and indignant at being wrenched out of my womb? Feels more like yesterday! Wonder where all those years went. Huh?

So now she is a little lady. Not a baby any more. That’s the hardest to accept. She reminds me very often these days that she can climb down the stairs herself. I don’t have to hold her hand all the time! She can take spice (and how!)– so I don’t have to give her dosas with honey – she will eat it with molagai podi (the spicy chutney that we Tamilians devour). Er…she has also figured out that boiled carrots are not the yummiest thing in the world. “How about a bhel?” – she tells her dad as she abandons her plate of carrots and beans…while I try to give them those now infamous killer looks. She has also learnt to roll spaghetti into her fork and eat like a lady. However we do often throw the fork off and pretend they are wriggling snakes and worms that we are gleefully devouring. Muaahhhh ha ha!

She will eat her meals with spoons only. Does not like to get her hands of icky and messy. (But of course my little princess!) And, by the way, she needs at least 4 spoons during the course of the meal. Icky spoons will not be reused.

So yeah. She has grown up. I might say that several times more in this post. I need to keep saying that to myself, you see.

It was her idea to have a princess party for her 6th birthday. Actually the idea mushroomed when she started doodling her self portraits – a cute stick figure with loooooong Rapunzel type hair, a crown and a gown. Always. Everyday. If you ask her why does that Mahima have a crown – she shrugs and says very matter of factly “Because I am. You keep telling me.” Ah so I do. I hasten to correct her. “You realize you are the princess of my heart. Not a real princess.”

“I know mom. Otherwise I would have drawn a golden crown with all sparkly, shiny things in it – like how real princesses wear.” She reassured me.

That clarified. I felt at peace. While she always has her head in the clouds at least her feet are grounded in reality!

So did I say, she is growing up? And fast! It’s hard to put my finger on it. In so many little little ways she demonstrates that she is now a little lady. She will not appear in front of her father unless properly dressed. Whoa! That’s a new one! I still remember having to run after her around the house with a dress, begging her to wear it. Now I have to draw the curtain once she is out of her bath. Jeez, when did that change happen? I never realized it! Sigh. Yeah. She is growing up.

We’re preparing for her birthday party coming up this Saturday. Everyone at home talks of nothing else. I’m nervous now. I want my little princess to have the happiest day of her life. I wish I could make it a magical evening for her. Just to see that smile in her face. Just to see the laughter in those eyes. Just to hear her run around and scream with joy at the sight of all her friends. Just to hear her talk about it for days. Just so that she would hug me with joy and entwine those little fingers around my neck just once more. I wonder for how much longer she will do that? Next year she might be too embarrassed to do it. I will savour each moment this year.

Yeah well, so what if she is a little lady now, she is still and will always be my little princess.