Recently heard from a dear friend in a long time and the icing on the cake, She’s expecting!
Woww… Pregnancy…childbirth….this triggers a memory of sorts in me. Those nine-months were a kaleidoscope of emotions to handle. From pregnancy blues to vanilla cravings, it was perhaps the best ‘period’ of my life!
Funniest was the way I kept telling my hubby how I ‘felt’ pregnant! We bought a home-pregnancy kit barely within days of missing my cycle. I still remember the brand! It was called EPT (stands for Error proof Test!). I had let the ‘deciding fluid’ run on it and was disappointed to see the lack of colour change! (For the benefit of first timers… These pregnancy kits have colored markers. The colour changes from X to Y if one is pregnant!). I threw it in the dustbin and went for dinner. Little did I know that hubby dear had actually retrieved it while I was away and left it on the sink (as if it were a chemistry experiment tube or something!). Returned after dinner only to see the colour change! Woww..finally I had a basis to ‘feeling pregnant’!
Visits to the gynec were fun times. I had read up almost every literature available over the internet about babies, mommies-to-be, so much so that I could be a counselor myself. (he he). I particularly like the midwife’s tales that very often talks about the sex of the unborn child by relating it to the pregnant woman’s behavior. All those indicators pointed towards me having a baby girl! Just took me 9 months to realize it was going to be otherwise!
I had seen/known that activities mommies-to-be normally indulged in – Knitting, Sewing and the like. Man, I was pathetic at these! No wonder I was awarded a C every time every year in my art classes. During these nine months, I used to be an active member at forums discussing pregnancy and child birth topics. It was particularly comforting to hear from fellow-mommies-to-be (woow..i like that term!).
My Birthing story...(Scripted this one days after I delivered my bundle of joy)
I started having early signs of labor on the 14th of feb...(note it was Valentines' day..:P). Was asked to get admitted and from there on, the fetal heart rate was continuously being monitored...it so happened that the heart rate went up at times which was a concern for the docs...
I was given an induction medication at 10.30 pm and from about 1 am on 15th..i went into labor in the full swing...it was painful man...had close to 10 hrs of labour...I had opted for an epidural in the meantime...doc found that i was fully dilated by the time it was 9 am..but the irony was that my brat refused to come down...At the same time the baby's heart rate further peaked up...Hence they thought it wasnt worthwhile taking a chance and opted for a c-section.
I was totally conscious during the surgery and to be honest i was relieved since i knew the end for all this pain was getting closer...R was born at 9.54 am. I just couldnt react when the doc showed me the little one...I remember tears trickle down my eyes...R keeps us busy day and nite...life suddenly seems to b just consisting of nappy changes and feed times.
And the party didn’t end there. My first assignment post-pregnancy was to script a storyboard for a video on pregnancy and childbirth. I still can visualize the expression on my client’s face when I shared with him the storyboard. The concluding statement of my script was – “ Childbirth is a physical exhausting and emotionally draining process!” . Well, that’s the best I could describe the experience after three months of sleep-starvation. Naah, on a more a serious note, I wonder why pregnancy and childbirth doesn’t find a mention in the top-most triangle (titled Self-Actualization) in Maslow’s theory of needs!
Childbirth is the moment of truth when the mother gives in herself in totality all for the cause of well-being of her bundle of joy! Here's wishing my friends expecting their 'little-angels' the very best!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Hers & His Diary
HER DIARY
Friday night, I thought he was acting weird.We had made plans to meet at a cafe to have some coffee.I was shopping with my friends all day long, so I thought he was upset at the fact that I was a bit late, but he made no comment.
Conversation wasn't flowing so I suggested that we go somewhere quietso we could talk, he agreed but he kept quiet and absent.I asked him what was wrong - he said, "Nothing."
I asked him if it was my fault that he was upset.He said it had nothing to do with me and not to worry.On the way home I told him that I loved him,he simply smiled and kept driving.I can't explain his behavior; I don't know why he didn't say, "I love you, too.
"When we got home I felt as if I had lost him,as if he wanted nothing to do with me anymore.He just sat there and watched TV; he seemed distant and absent.Finally I decided to go to bed.
About 10 minutes later he came to bed.I decided that I could not take it anymore, so I decided to confront himwith the situation but he had fallen asleep.I started crying and cried until I too fell asleep. I don't know what to do.I'm almost sure that his thoughts are with someone else.My life is a disaster.
WHy ??? WHY ??
HIS DIARY
Today... India lost the cricket match to some **##x*#@ pip squeaks called Bangladesh.
Sehwag *x*##***
I just loved this one...Yeah I could relate to this one a great deal!!!
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Arithmophobia- Fear of numbers
Last fortnight has been one that has lent me very little time to post a blog. I have been in and out of induction sessions in advanced (?) project management concepts. Now read that as counting stars and trying to sight the moon on a new-moon night! Not that the sessions kept me busy, I guess I’ve been busier nursing my feelings of inadequacy about my inability to read and interpret numbers!
Most sessions talked about project metrics and numbers relating to progress of the project. Yeah lets face it.. I have an innate fear for numbers. I believe organizing, co-coordinating and networking are my strengths; and am a reasonably good manager (or so thought my team mostly!); number-crunching is not my cup of (Green) tea! Or else, I would have been at the stock exchange now.
Right from school days, I could relate to biology sketches (yeah the anatomy kinds, am not talking nude pictures here!) than Venn diagrams. If I make a list of people who made me feel like ‘shit’, I bet most of the contenders in the list will comprise of Math teachers! Ya, Valsala ma’am, Omana ma’am, Daisy, Krishnamurthy sir (I called him Kaka as in crow), and the list continues…I was never on the favorite student list of any of my Math teachers! Things changed from class X onwards, Mrs. Sampath (I used to attend her tuition classes) maybe discovered the hidden gleam (he he) and polished it as well as she could. For once matrices, trigonometric equations spoke volumes to me, and I didn’t feel ‘unequal’ for once in a class filled with the Anshuls (this guy was a maths geek in my class) of the world! Still, numbers are not my primary comfort zone.
Talking of more interesting interpretation of numbers…a friend of mine wrote an interesting post recently of how we refer to one’s favorite songs as numbers. So the second-half of my post, I’ve decided to write about one of my favorite numbers.
It’s a tamil song called Un samayal arayil from the movie Dhill. This is a song tuned to near-perfection by Vidyasagar and rendered by Unnikrishnan and Sujata. It’s a song, the lyrics of which for the first time appear crazy, considering the simplicity in the context of narration. Over time and of course with better understanding of the lyrics, am amused time and again how the simplest of lyrics can send you on a tickle tour in the softest spots.
Here come the lyrics and my interpretation …
Un samayal arayil, naan uppa sakkaraiya?
In your kitchen, would u consider me the Salt or the Sugar?
Nee padikkum arayil, naan kangalaa pusthakamaa?
In your study, am I the eyes or the book?
Nee viraLkal enraal, naan nagama modirama?
If you are fingers, am I the nails or the ring?
Aaa, nee idalkal enraal, naan mutthama punnakayaa?
If you are lips, am I a kiss or a smile?
Nee azhagu enraal, naan kaviya oviyana?
If you are beauty, am I a poet or a sculptor?
Un samayal arayil…
Naan vekkam enraal, nee sivappa kannankala?
If I am shyness, are you the blush or the cheeks?
Naan theendal enraal, nee viralaa sparisangala?
If I am the touch, are you the fingers or the sensation?
Nee kuzhanthai enraal, naan thottilla thalaatta?
If you are a child, am I the cradle or the lullaby?
Nee thookkam enraal, naan madiya thalaiyana?
If you are sleep, am I the lap or a pillow?
Naan idhayam enraal, nee uyira thudi-thudippaa
If I am a heart, are you the life, or the heartbeat?
Un samayal arayil…
Nee vithaikal enraal, naan vEra viLainilamaa?
If you are seeds, am I the root or the fertility?
Nee virunthu enraal, naan pasiya rusiya?
If you are a feast, am I hunger or taste?
Nee kaïdi enraal, naan siraiya dhandanaiya?
If you are a prisoner, am I the jail or the punishment?
Nee mozhigal enraal, naan tamizha osaigalaa?
If you are language, am I Tamil or the sound?
Nee pothuvai enraal, naan bharathiya bharathithasana?
If you are Pothuvai*, am I Bharathi or Bharathidasan?
(*Pothuvai is the local name for Pondicherry, the land of great poets Bharati and Bharathidasan)
Nee…
Nee thanimai enraal, naan thunaiya dooratthila?
If you are solitude, am I your company, or far away from you?
Nee thunaithaan enraal, naan pesava yosikkava?
If you are my company, should I speak or think?
Nee thirumbi ninraal, naan nikkava poyvidavaa?
If you have your back turned to me, should I stay or go away?
Aa…Nee pokiraay enraal, naan azhaikkava azhuthidavaa?
If you go away, should I call out to you, or weep?
Nee kadhal enraal naan sariya thavara?
In your (if you are) love, am I right are wrong?
Un valathu kayyil paththu viral
On your right hand, there are ten fingers
En idathu kayyil paththu viral
On my left hand, there are ten fingers
Dooraththu megham, thooralkal sintha, Theertha mazhayil, thee kulippoo…
The clouds far-away, start a drizzle. Lets immolate ourselves in the rain…
Most sessions talked about project metrics and numbers relating to progress of the project. Yeah lets face it.. I have an innate fear for numbers. I believe organizing, co-coordinating and networking are my strengths; and am a reasonably good manager (or so thought my team mostly!); number-crunching is not my cup of (Green) tea! Or else, I would have been at the stock exchange now.
Right from school days, I could relate to biology sketches (yeah the anatomy kinds, am not talking nude pictures here!) than Venn diagrams. If I make a list of people who made me feel like ‘shit’, I bet most of the contenders in the list will comprise of Math teachers! Ya, Valsala ma’am, Omana ma’am, Daisy, Krishnamurthy sir (I called him Kaka as in crow), and the list continues…I was never on the favorite student list of any of my Math teachers! Things changed from class X onwards, Mrs. Sampath (I used to attend her tuition classes) maybe discovered the hidden gleam (he he) and polished it as well as she could. For once matrices, trigonometric equations spoke volumes to me, and I didn’t feel ‘unequal’ for once in a class filled with the Anshuls (this guy was a maths geek in my class) of the world! Still, numbers are not my primary comfort zone.
Talking of more interesting interpretation of numbers…a friend of mine wrote an interesting post recently of how we refer to one’s favorite songs as numbers. So the second-half of my post, I’ve decided to write about one of my favorite numbers.
It’s a tamil song called Un samayal arayil from the movie Dhill. This is a song tuned to near-perfection by Vidyasagar and rendered by Unnikrishnan and Sujata. It’s a song, the lyrics of which for the first time appear crazy, considering the simplicity in the context of narration. Over time and of course with better understanding of the lyrics, am amused time and again how the simplest of lyrics can send you on a tickle tour in the softest spots.
Here come the lyrics and my interpretation …
Un samayal arayil, naan uppa sakkaraiya?
In your kitchen, would u consider me the Salt or the Sugar?
Nee padikkum arayil, naan kangalaa pusthakamaa?
In your study, am I the eyes or the book?
Nee viraLkal enraal, naan nagama modirama?
If you are fingers, am I the nails or the ring?
Aaa, nee idalkal enraal, naan mutthama punnakayaa?
If you are lips, am I a kiss or a smile?
Nee azhagu enraal, naan kaviya oviyana?
If you are beauty, am I a poet or a sculptor?
Un samayal arayil…
Naan vekkam enraal, nee sivappa kannankala?
If I am shyness, are you the blush or the cheeks?
Naan theendal enraal, nee viralaa sparisangala?
If I am the touch, are you the fingers or the sensation?
Nee kuzhanthai enraal, naan thottilla thalaatta?
If you are a child, am I the cradle or the lullaby?
Nee thookkam enraal, naan madiya thalaiyana?
If you are sleep, am I the lap or a pillow?
Naan idhayam enraal, nee uyira thudi-thudippaa
If I am a heart, are you the life, or the heartbeat?
Un samayal arayil…
Nee vithaikal enraal, naan vEra viLainilamaa?
If you are seeds, am I the root or the fertility?
Nee virunthu enraal, naan pasiya rusiya?
If you are a feast, am I hunger or taste?
Nee kaïdi enraal, naan siraiya dhandanaiya?
If you are a prisoner, am I the jail or the punishment?
Nee mozhigal enraal, naan tamizha osaigalaa?
If you are language, am I Tamil or the sound?
Nee pothuvai enraal, naan bharathiya bharathithasana?
If you are Pothuvai*, am I Bharathi or Bharathidasan?
(*Pothuvai is the local name for Pondicherry, the land of great poets Bharati and Bharathidasan)
Nee…
Nee thanimai enraal, naan thunaiya dooratthila?
If you are solitude, am I your company, or far away from you?
Nee thunaithaan enraal, naan pesava yosikkava?
If you are my company, should I speak or think?
Nee thirumbi ninraal, naan nikkava poyvidavaa?
If you have your back turned to me, should I stay or go away?
Aa…Nee pokiraay enraal, naan azhaikkava azhuthidavaa?
If you go away, should I call out to you, or weep?
Nee kadhal enraal naan sariya thavara?
In your (if you are) love, am I right are wrong?
Un valathu kayyil paththu viral
On your right hand, there are ten fingers
En idathu kayyil paththu viral
On my left hand, there are ten fingers
Dooraththu megham, thooralkal sintha, Theertha mazhayil, thee kulippoo…
The clouds far-away, start a drizzle. Lets immolate ourselves in the rain…
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