Be fiercely independent

The Write Iyer

Idly browsing through my Twitter timeline, I saw mentions of the Moms For a Better World contest being held on Women’s Web. I had the link bookmarked for over a week and life has a way of getting away from me. I had forgotten all about it till now when there are barely hours to go before it closes. Scooping Laddu up, I dumped her in the playpen and fired my laptop on. The clock ticking away has a strange way of bringing things into focus. There are a few dozen things I would like to tell my children as they grow but if I had to pick one. Just one. It would be independence.

Be fiercely independent.

Yup! That is the one message I would pass on to my children. As they grow and mature into fine young ladies. There will be myriad things competing for their attention…

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Time to fly!

Today I had to go to a shop @Panjagutta from my office @hitech city. I crossed 18 traffic signals to and fro. It was excruciating to spend 20 to 30 minutes just on traffic signals in the scorching sun. A city swelling with vehicles every passing day can not afford to have any more traffic signals. Its going from bad to worse these days. Its high time we start flying. Road expansion and averting partial traffic volume to metros may not suit in the long run. I am all in for flyovers. Lets develop vertically. Dreaming of a day when there is no stop driving in Hyderabad

How my baby ate Barbie!

I am half way into Cinderella Ate My Daughter by Peggy Orenstein and I get to see the most amazing thing in the morning. A beheaded Barbie!

Avni is showered with dolls ever since she is born. Whoever comes to visit her,Β  brings a Barbie or a soft-toy. I have made my own contribution to the doll collection, when the guilt trip of being a working mom creeps in my head!

Yeah! that’s true, <confession>I spend money on her and temporarily come out of the guilt</confession>.

Well, most of the dolls lie down on the sofa whole day waiting for baby to pick them up and pay them some attention. Today one of them find its way to her play area and ends up like this!

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The inner Peggy Orenstein in me was jumping up and down with joy seeing the obvious symbolic destruction of stereotyped rules.

Yeah! My baby does not play much with the dolls, she is interested in violence and….Yeah!

Your true-blue-feminist Amma is proud of you baby! Way to go!

“Do not know why she is having Naxal tendencies!” – My husband exclaimed in his obviously-disappointed tone and that brought me back to earth from my airheaded jubilation.

On an afterthought, who cares!

She is just one and a half year old and is still has not forayed into the so called Social Life. So before the preconceived notions and stereotypes surge in through the window, Let me enjoy these moments of bliss and let me proudly say

My baby ate the Barbie or more like My baby beheaded the Barbie.

Rainbow

A lazy afternoon turned into super exciting. A Rainbow..! I tried my level best to show this one to Anvi but no idea if she has actually seen it or not. She was excited just at the prospectus of looking at the cloudy sky.

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Wish I could take a piece of this rainbow and hide it in her dreams forever!