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Learning MATH? … Moti-weight OR Motivate?

Have you ever wondered why Math textbooks are bigger and bulkier than other text books? Have you ever felt like keeping a book aside procrastinating the read, looking at the size of it? Have you ever felt the subject-shaming that happens like the body-shaming? hmmm ...... these little ones make me wear my thinking caps most of the times. I don't know of others; for me, everything and every person has his/her own beauty. What we value or don't; what we carry or don't  - be it the good, bad, hate, love, respect, jealousy, greed..... and so on - basically the 6 enemies (kaama, krodha, lobha, moha, madha, matsara) and the one friend that gets rid of all these (love that comes in different size, shape and form);  describe our nature not the others'. You see, beauty always lies in the eyes of beholder. At the end, the intent is paid off. I am capturing one such beauty that took place last afternoon, 23rd Feb.  Making and baking all her reasons, my younger drops in for her stu

SHE knows to turn up my volume!

Its always a pleasure spending time with kids. They are the best means to help us live in the present. However, let me caution, one can go nuts if one is trying to sit with the kids for their studies. It's over years I have learnt and still learning that the trick is it make them feel it's flowing in their way.  I was with my younger, who is in class 3, helping her understand the concept of "measurement". With a glass in my hand and patience in my mind I was trying to explain her the difference between "volume" and "capacity". The conversation went something like this: Me: Now look at this glass. Say it is half filled with water. (In actual the glass was half filled with the peels of orange I had just eaten for evening snack). Can you tell me what is volume and capacity with respect to that? She: No. You only tell me. Me: See, the total quantity of liquid this glass can hold is capacity. And the water contained in the glass say in this case half

TajMahal or RamaSetu ?

As I grabbed a glass of water  in one hand this morning, the other logged into WhatsApp to quickly catchup on updates from groups. One thing that caught my attention was a forward from my Engineering class group. One of them had forwarded the below pic: I had an ear-to-ear smile. I pondered for a few minutes and gave a quick response -  "If you ask me, one wanted to show off his love and other wanted to protect his love. However there was lack of respect and trust respectively which is base of love. So if you ask me, either both qualify or both dont. 😊 or we might have to ask Mumtaz or Sita. 😂😂😂 I at times fantasize and wonder what would 'Ramayana' look like if it were written by a female. 😁" Even after the reply the subject had been running in the background. As they say, to get over it, one needs to get through it. So here I am jotting down the thoughts that waved up my mind.  Though majority of people in and around me very clearly had and have been taking reli

Ubuntu - I am because of you!

 (Sunday 17th of January. It was one incredible day for me - A family lunch at "Sattvam" (where my mind was in complete control of otherwise tempting food and stuck to raw food); I was at my fitness high almost covering 18 Kms for the day; A "YO" status on one of my adorables; Meeting a new friend and a mentor for my haiku learning; Most of all my elder who is in her teens, who otherwise is in her shell, either attending online classes, or completing class notes or watching her favorite show or busy with her friends' circle, suddenly turned up to me while I was attending the younger and trying to tuck her up for a good night's sleep. She just hugged me tightly and told me "don't ask me why, what, how and stuffs. I love you. I really really love you." I was touched. I hugged her back "I too love you and I am really sorry. Sorry for having beaten you twice. I know you have it deep in your heart that I havn't beaten the younger even once

I am still learning …...

  Many ask me if I disliked my job that I left it. I smile 😊 . And then they conclude its more important to spend time with kids. I agree and I smile 😊 I have always loved my job. It has for sure contributed in a lot of ways to be the person I am today; and helped me know some of the best people I have known; and learn invaluable life lessons. However, sometimes life throws lemons that you were not ready to catch up with. By the time you learn, the lemon would have played its role, while you could have used it in a better way if you controlled it. Well! getting back to paid job is out of question for some time for its own reasons involved. Not willing to discuss things that are not completely in my control, I smile when people make their assumptions. It took time for me to figure out that when plan A fails, there are 25 alphabets left to make other plans. 😊 That’s a part of learning.   It was during my 2 nd maternity leave; I learnt car driving. I had promised myself then that

एक और कप चाय हो जाए ?

  (Read something, infact a poem on chai shared by Amithabji on Instagram  @amitabhbachchan (Amithab meaning one with undying radiance).  मेरा भी कुछ मन हुआ, तो मैंने भी कुछ लिख दिया, बस ऐसे ही, चाय-पास  (not to be read as time-pass 😉 )

Influence of little things !

Its been several months that my younger's friends' gang had been planning for a night over. Some how for one reason or the other it never got materialized. Yesterday was their day. (By yesterday, I mean 19th, this draft has being lying since 3-4 days, you can imagine how lazy it has been, not me ;) ) Finally they had their night over executed. It was at her friend's house. The 3 of them. 2 of them in the same class but different school and the other in the same school as my daughter's but her senior by 2 years. It's strange yet nice to quote that her friend in the same class is my high school senior's (senior by an year) daughter. We got and get to know more of us because of our daughters. She was out-going then and still the same, with that bubbly bindaas attitude and affiliative smile making it easy to bond. Since my younger was enjoying her night out, I checked with my niece if she wanted to sleep with me. She was more than happy to do so. Usually my younger