Showing posts with label Growing up!. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Growing up!. Show all posts

Monday, December 26, 2016

Dangal - Refreshing And Exhilarating!


Profound wisdom emanates from simpler moments of life, when one halts for a moment and changes perspective. So says a 14-year old bride to the disgruntled daughters of Mahavir Singh Phogat. "Your father at least takes an interest in you. He accepts your existence and is striving to give your life a shape worthy enough of dignity."

That is enough to awaken in the daughters a renewed zeal to give in to the drill and agonizingly disciplined regime their father has set for them. 

Indian Cinema needed this 'Dangal' for so many reasons!
We will digress for a while but well, I am inundated with so many...So many thoughts that each reason can make a blog post.

The Indian male protagonist is so self-centred to date that very rarely we see him, allowing himself to look anything less than perfect. He always wants to be in command and if possible every frame right till the end. His real age notwithstanding, he is an epitome of eternal youth. He has to romance beauties half his age. He has to win and if he cannot he will use his progeny to break his bones to near death (Apne, remember?)
There are long drawn guilt trips for the poor unsuspecting progeny and ultimately a grander end. 

Cut to Dangal. 

We have a National Wrestling Champion, mired in financial difficulties living with a regret filled silence. Regret of not able to continue his wrestling journey and not getting a gold at an international level. His desire, "my son will continue my legacy!", squashed as he had four girls. 

There are no loud complaints and neither ignoring his girls. In fact he says "I love them but they cannot fulfill my wish."  A silent acceptance of fate as he puts away all his medals. Did I forget to tell you, it was, and is Aamir Khan?


Ohhh... Not intentional but just to make that point. He has clean changed the definition of what a mainstream 'hero' is. The silent, pigheaded, doggedly determined father who let criticism simply go unaffected. I had to remind myself, it is Aamir Khan who was Mahavir Singh Phogat! 

Shahrukh Khan and Salman Khan ought to actually take a leaf out of his book and well, just take a cue!

Aamir Khan as Mahavir Singh Phogat is so adorable in this big paunch and haryaanvi dialect. He did not feel the need to add a scene to educate the mass on procreation behind the curtains kinda thing. There is a very simple equation with his wife, Daya Kaur played by Sakshi Tanwar, "I don't understand your decisions but..."  and he requests "Ek saal de de munne..." 

No barbaric abuse or dogged domination. A fair relationship that has accepted a gender given societal roles. 

Wife obeys, husband decides.
Aamir dominates the screen as the father with an ambition... Father with a Vision... Father with an iron hand at discipline... Father who is willing to change perspectives... I too wish to say "Kaash ye mere Pappa hote..." 

Another reason why Indian Cinema needed this Dangal 
It is a Dangal of sorts for perspective of the girl & boy paradigms. What they can or cannot do! What we think 'they can or cannot do'!  Again from deeper disappointment and little moments, a mindset changes in a father who is living in a very orthodox, rural set up. 

A man who goes about declaring "Pehelwaani khoon me hoti hai..." is willing to do a gleeful roundabout on his pehelwaan  girls. 

He is still in his stereotype zone when he hits his nephew for hitting boys when few mangled kids stand in complaint. The glee on his face when he asks his girls, "Kaise maara?" is priceless. That is the moment of a mindset change that creates history. A perspective that begins questioning "A Gold medal can be brought by Girls, too!"  A perspective which erodes each societal norm one by one at the razor of 'what is possible"  "what is achievable"  A perspective that holds out hope to fulfill a long held dream.

 Those moments are now priceless for me. I wish my parents would have had a chat of this nature... When I stood on the threshold of adulthood and fought to continue studies post graduation. I did have my way but not without arguments and heartache. Reason: "A Groom that educated will be scarce." Well... 

This moment when the father decides to enroll his girls in his stricter course in wrestling, they have no clue... But the girl in me so rejoiced at the turnabout of a Dad to prepare his girls for a robust future with full faith that they can. They were his girls. 

'Pehelwaani' unke khoon me se!! Indeed. 

Steadfastly he began dealing with every and any impediment cited by his wife or girls... Even if to sometimes just escape. The perspective shift is so apparent in every scene that shreds misogyny to pieces. Sometimes the reasons made into excuses by the very same girls who would cry foul when growing up and asking for liberation.

"We cannot run in salwaar kameez!" it is not only the rant of those two girls but also so many in the nation. 

He silently asks his nephew's clothes and hands over to his wife to alter them to suit the girls. Wife, though aghast and confused does as bid. 


No prolonged arguments or heavy duty dialogues. 

"Our hair become filthy and we are facing trouble!" So they complain... 

So he decides, "Chop 'em off!" much to the chagrin and embarrassment of the girls who meant it as an excuse.


For the determined and ambition consumed father, it was... 

Whatever comes in the way of them focusing, will be simply terminated!
The very tenets of misogyny questioned in an eloquent way.
Should the raiment or Curls determine someone's worth or do we get overly attached to these external standards and judgments? 

Remove their strict adherence, strip the long held beliefs and ask "How are then girls or boys any different in spirit?" 

I have seen Mary Kom and Saala Khadoos. What left a bitter taste was the rough edge to the coaching highlights.
In pointing out the hard work, there was a tendency to overdo and dramatize to the point of making it sound unrealistic. Then it made one feel, only those who are made of steel or a different material may be capable. Not me or you or my children or yours. 

Indian Cinema needs Dangal to Demonstrate how from scratch, a sportsperson is molded out of sheer diligence and vision.

The girls in question did not even know for what were they being trained! 

Another endearing aspect of this pigheaded dad was his inability to get into long drawn educational or preachy monologues. Simply "This needs to be done!" , "This needs to be done this way..."

This is the obstacle... We'll get rid of it or rise above it.. Making the girls sing "Sehat ke liye Baapu Haanikarak he..." 
The "Paanch baje taiyaar rehna!" coming as a warning knell on the Girls. 

To fight he brings in his nephew in front of his girls...who are hell bent on sabotaging his every efforts. The import of their father's vision plain escapes these simpletons. 

Awareness dawns again in the most misogynistic situation of a child marriage. The very marriage ceremony of their friend they so happily scamper to. Against their father's wishes, they romp and rave oblivious of the hurt, despair & disappointment so vividly written on the bride's face.

 The girls complains finds a counter argument in the bride to be. "I so wish he was my father, he acknowledges your existence atleast, thinks about you. Else for a father a girl is only a burden to be married at the earliest." 

Both the girls find their existential purpose in that vulnerable moment of despair from the girl who knows her identity is off to be vanquished and she will be a machine henceforth to churn out kids and run the household impeccably...No more... 

That is the Dangal adorable quotient of a mindset shift... From one Girl to another Girl. My Destiny could be different if there was a father like yours "Value it!" 

Value they did...Surrendering now to the mold and discipline of their father's regime head on. 


Father too ups the challenge by getting them to compete with males. An unheard of faith. A faith of a Father nevertheless!
He eggs them on to join a tournament where they are underweight... Encourages in every round. No word of criticism ever uttered even if a round is lost. Only wisdom accrued over the years.

"She is overcoming the fear." He empathizes with their woes and enters quietly to soothe their aching muscles. It is the 'Dangal' of 'Guru' who has to push them further and 'Father'  who feels their pain. 

It is his faith and steady encouragement that brought them so far. A lesson his elder one learns the hard way. The later part of the movie sees the 'Dangal' of will, technique and discipline. It also raises question on our Sports Department system which lacks the inimitable will and zeal for the players they train. 

"Get me medals!", who gets it, does not matter? 

You are training 'humans' for God's sake! 

When a player loses a round, instead of boosting up their morale, there is derision and deprecation. 

No wonder India loses out on 'winners' zone! When coaches have no faith, where will the players borrow it from?
That is succinctly displayed in the short zone when the daughter moves to NSA for international training and is introduced to temptations. 


The Growing of hair or using nail paints or eating golgappa hitherto forbidden may bring in a sense of liberation but took away the steely edge from her disposition that was carefully inculcated by a Father who had been through the rigour and knew what it entailed. 

She came in the village with new know-how and dueled with her mentor to defeat him. Maybe it was her rebellious angst all those years...but the younger daughter echoes "He lost out of weakness not technique..."  so began the distance and downfall of Geeta (played by Fatima Sana Shaikh) who lost all international tournaments and Babita (played by Sanya Malhotra) who won her national championship. 

The difference being the rock solid force by her side. He knew their strengths and built on it. The coach focused on Geeta's weaknesses and destroyed her will. Their Father's gift was the fiery steely determination and the steadfast support which the elder Geeta realised as her laissez-faire liberated attitude faced turmoil soon. A debate may arise on liberation and discipline. A Dangal on was the father correct in instilling or imposing his ways on his unsuspecting daughters to meet his ambitious goals. His tender girls sure toughened up and created History for the nation! Does the end justify the means? 

All I would add is when you do not have your own dreams, might as well embrace another one's who directs and channelizes the Persona into someone worthwhile to Reckon with. He did make them a force to look up to! So an angry Geeta leaves her father 's stringent domain to enjoy her liberated one, to learn a valuable lesson. When we chart out on special journeys, the vision of the mentor counts. He had not cut their curls out of some male dominance. It was a well planned construct to keep their obstacles at bay and aid their work out progress. 

Series of defeats and Babita's presence binds the gap and gets the father to again take up six month old coaching of his girl. He finds ways to review her performance and restore her confidence. A confidence echoed by the younger sister "I do not know the girl who lost. I know the girl who fought boys and emerged a winner. She was underweight and yet pounded her opponents!"  In that depressed moment comes the realization of what their father's presence entailed. A confidence ingrained by the father in her Girl, who knows not to accept defeat or defect casually. Defeat needed ruthless review and more practice. Defects and lack to be improvised. 

If they cannot be accepted in the akhaada, he makes one...!
If he cannot get a leave, he leaves his job...! Again deeply entrenched misogyny spelled out loud and clear in the derisive words of the employer "If it was your daughter's wedding I would consider... For Wrestling practice, no way!"  

So progressive our society is! So considerate! Yes read deep sarcasm! 

He needs funds to make a mat for their practice, but is the sports personnel willing to forward the funds? For Girls wrestling??? Are you kidding??? 

Again compelling wisdom comes in casual conversations,when his brother asks "Ye mat ke se?" 
He says "Gadde jese..." 

Brother quips "Gadde te gadde se na bhaisaab!"

Then forms the improvisation of mats on terrace for practice.
Our winners make history despite the drawbacks... Not in spite... 

The final match was a treat. The Dangal between sure confidence of a father and insecurity of the coach was worth pondering over. It brings questions to fore when father indignantly gives it to the coach "You are asking Sehwag to be Dravid..." Instead of her strengths, you are looking elsewhere  His tearful declaration to the panel is "I have dreamed of my daughters getting a Gold for the country." is so heart rending. 

This is Aamir Khan... I do forget to mention him as he was all of that Haryaanvi jat for me for those two odd hours. He was graceful to not be in the climax scene and give it to the young talent to carry it off. The Culmination of his training of all years. 


Neither did Shahrukh Khan in Chak De allow that nor R Madhavan in Saala Khadoos. The Mary Kom angle of the child's surgery was over stretched. 

Nasty coach gets the dad locked who waits helplessly after initial attempts. 

But he is with her in spirit...With his words. Look into the eyes of the opponent...Always look for their weak moments...Rainbow loop... Which she used to combat and win the tournament. 

Here he knows of the victorious moment by the Anthem being played. 

I did not want this movie to end. It had to! IN THAT CASE I will have to see it at least five to six times to 

*Catch the Haryaanvi dialect and interactions of daughter and father.

The younger girls were so so endearing in their bewilderment, in their innocent rebellions! 

*Watch the supporting cousin who begins with false sense of male supremacy but resignedly and good naturedly accepts that 'he is the Good luck'  factor. 

*Catch the super exciting matches of the girls, 
Geeta and Babita who worked hard to achieve their picture perfect toned bodies to reflect embodiment of athletic refinement. Both the girls have stupendously hijacked the Canvas of Dangal to bring alive a possibility. A role model for this Generation to emulate. One life we have to hone it and honor it. The ends justify the means I guess. 

*See Aamir Khan. Tell myself this transformed man is indeed the Aamir of Andaaz Apna Apna or Hum Hai Raahi Pyaar Ke...

He once sang "Papa kehte the bada naam karega, beta humaara aisa kaam karega."  

He truly has done 'aisa kaam' to  be proud of and he himself portrayed the Papa...Who made it possible to change the lyrics a bit "Beti humaari esa naam karegi.
"
  
Kudos to a Movie that might go on to become a classic for us like his 'Taare Zameen Par' and '3 Idiots'.

A grounded effort par Excellence...He was not making a Documentary for God's Sake!  (for all those who feel criticizing him is a mandatory need for their evolution) 

INDIAN CINEMA NEEDED DANGAL... for so many reasons and more... We need more of it... 

For Indian movies should move out of thinking only domestic violence and marital abuse and rapes are maladies that women go through! 

Indian movies must stop thinking that a woman is attractive only when she sways her hips in less clothing...

Indian movies must stop thinking that a man has to have six pack abs and is needed always to rescue a woman from dire circumstances in the form of a father or husband. 

Indian movies must stop thinking giving up career for a man is the ultimate sacrifice and aim of a woman. 

Indian movies must believe mature stories can be told of Father's faith...
Daughter's striving and bringing home glory.
Indian movies must believe that stereotype does not have to be nurtured but challenged...Gently, silently, effectively and eloquently... Without tons of drama! 

The writer deserves a bow... the Director a Salute!... And Aamir Khan a squealing bear hug! 

Too old to say "Kaash vo mere pappa hote!"  but a cute father he portrayed. For those two hours I lived a different life and shall want to soak in again... Another five times perhaps...

Cast and Crew of 'Dangal' you are permanently etched and inscribed into my psyche! Love and loads and loads of it!

-Sonnal Pardiwala

Saturday, December 17, 2016

The Child In Us Never Ceases To Be!

#BigBazaarKidsCarnival 


The most significant possession of a child is, a toy! An insatiable need for toys! The more one has, the more one wants...one more...one more...and ever more! 




Big Bazaar's Kiddie Club has geared up to meet this ever accelerating inner quest of kids for Toys and Activities through its #KidsCarnival2016 starting from 10th December 2016 till 8th January 2016.


Big Bazaar is a trusted flagship hypermarket retail chain from Future Group. It has its presence in over 100 cities. It has a motto of 'Making India Beautiful.' 


With its high quality products made available at affordable prices, it is a dream store to walk into for each member of the family. It is a one-stop shopping paradise for the entire family. And easy on the budget too!


Big Bazaar ensures their customers value added products while always adding a generous sprinkling of discounts and promotional offers. No doubt, a family will turn to the store to find the latest in toys, clothing and entertainment under this ever cordial and benevolent premise. 


The Kiddie Club stems from the idea that kids needed a platform to show case their talent and pursue their hobby through fun activities. Big Bazaar stores offer this carnival as an experience which is filled with creative, innovative games and competitions. 



What is more, the Kiddie Club offers its little members a #KiddieClubCard which allows them to collect points while shopping and indulging in rollicking pursuits of childhood. 

They have zipped up the excitement quotient by roping in the ChotaBheem Competition.


Yes! The little ones stand a chance to feature in a ChotaBheem TVC. All they need to do is send in a fun Selfie taken in the store to @big.bazaar on Twitter/Instagram. Besides, tons of events and action awaits in each store of Big Bazaar for the little ones. 


Dear Mommies and Daddies, 




Christmas is around and how much will Santa Claus do? Lending a helping hand to the old man will bring in smiles and grins for your little ones!

The Polite and Prompt staff shall be at your assistance. While you shop, your kids shall be so engaged in fun filled events, that they will not press you to hurry up your affairs anytime soon. Either they will be busy with My Heroes theme, Jungle Set up, RC Range, My Mind (board games) and  fun-packed activities like mood board, ring toss, hopscotch, feed the joker, angry bird, golf ball throw or clicking photographs at the photo booth. 


You can shop to your heart's content while your energy bundle is channelized constructively. You'll be happy too!


Shopping will be no longer a chore for you or an experience that is tiring for your kids. 

Come, visit Big Bazaar Kids Carnival- this festive month full of gifts and giveaways. Gift your little ones happiness and usher in the New Year with cheerful promises of fulfilling all the dreams your children may ever have!



Our children have only one childhood, embellish it with delight and squeals of joy. Bestow the perfect sigh of contentment onto your kids and also walk away content with super discounts and offer!

- SONNAL PARDIWALA

Thursday, December 15, 2016


Be Assertive &; Not Fearful When You Meet A Doctor! 

Medical conditions are a source of anxiety and uncertainty. Do be assertive with the treatment options that the doctor prescribes. Analyse how much is really needed and how much is being sold. Do not buy Fear! Here is how I learnt to decipher between what is necessary and what can be safely avoided.

Visiting a Doctor for my personal self has been the most daunting task. As a child, I did go occassionally to the local physician but all in all I was considered a robust child and not much in need for medication.One miscarriage and two deliveries later, it truly seemed an avoidable affair. Vaginal check-ups were the worst nightmarish moments (maybe for the doctor involved too as I raised a storm). I opened up to alternative worlds of Reiki, crystal healing and essential oils. I learned to invoke the power of Inner healing to deal with issues that arose and well
I was too busy to focus on myself! While I nursed my two kids from sneezes, sprains and stomach pains I did learn a lot about what role fear, food and positive thinking played in getting rocking fit.
What I have learned is to listen to what the body says, look closely at the symptoms to check what they say. It helps to overcome the initial anxiety that surrounds the uncertainty of not knowing what your body is going through,raise the alarm bells onlly when necessary and take ASSERTIVE DECISIONS WHEN NECESSARY. 
Take Back Your Power.
We have a tendency to never Question our Doctors. We believe everything they say and feel they have our best interests at Heart. After all we grew up on "Doctor's Word" By R.K. Narayan. But Let us not forget that it is our bodies we give to be examined and cured to them.Only we can tell what is working and what is not! If we keep silent and endure a Discomfort,it is a grave Dissservice to our bodies and our existence.
Take charge & Take Decisions.
What I share now is a simple illustration from my life. A decision that brought peace of mind to me and my family and saved my little one a lot of anxious moments in his entire childhood. Back in 2003 we came to know that my elder son had "idiopathic thrombocytopenia". Simply put it means his platelet count stays lower than required and it may lead to complications. Allopathy has no cure. The Doctor prescribed blood tests every month to monitor his platelet level. Each time he would be pricked his entire tiny arm would bulge black and blue.Reiki entered our lives giving us confidence to cope with this. Once sitting outside the cabin for his routine prick and test I read a statement "Least Intervention Is The Best Intervention". As I entered the Haematologist's cabin I asked after initial details were taken. 
ME: Doctor, do we have to do this blood test every month?
Doctor: (frowns) How else shall we monitor his platelet count?
ME: So if we come to know that his platelet count is low what medicine shall you prescribe?
Doctor: We cannot treat him till we have an instance of active bleeding!
ME: He is not bleeding just now and we come to know his count is low due to all the black spots on his body, now what?
Doctor: We wait...
We came out and took the priceless decision to not get him pricked. We plain walked away. He is 15 now and rocking. His platelet count, maybe, low {black spots-I hate them). 
We have been careful and introduced him to healthy living and positive outlook towards a certain condition.
Had he been making those endless rounds of the laboratories to check blood and urine he would have called it "illness" The psychological impact would definitely have been far more disastrous. 
But we never dared ask the Doctor ,"May we discontinue?" for we feared we may appear defiant!
Recently,I had a urine infection which told my inner self needed a dose of antibiotic. I follow my inner guidance and before the infection turned severe I decided to walk into a doctor's cabin. I was in for a jolly ride and few amusing revelations and this blog.
So here we go to this doctor's clinic where I delivered my second Baby in 2006. The assistant asks me for papers.I have none. Ten years!!! I realised it has been that long that I went to a doctor for consultation for my persoonal reason. Wow!!! So, I request her to make the papers anew as I needed help. The assistant took a long time to get in touch with the incharge who was away on a weekend. I had been unfortunate to be so healthy and had fallen sick on a Saturday! How atrocious!!! Never mind after an endless wait we thought we must check on another doctor, since this one is not available and the assistant will not make my papers without consulting the absent incharge.The question that I could never ask her.
"Are procedures important or people?" " Could you not make the papers?" Thank God I was not in an emergency.
No wonder Munnabhai MBBS made that classic scene!
We came to another one, who had been a very senior gynaecologist in our area. One hour's wait and I am taken in. The assistant says,"500 rupees." I give it. I describe my symptoms; burning sensations while passing urine, but clear. No pain whatsover anywhere. To my horror, she insists on a vaginal check up! Mentally "What? Why?"
But outwardly, I comply. My resistance must have been supremely visible to an experienced one like her. She asks for a urine test and show it to her the coming Monday.The medicine were not antibiotics, is what I make out. I promptly get that test done and find out within a few hours that it indeed was a regular UTI. I am sure she would have known. But well, diagnosis is always safer. She told me to come post Sunday. That itself tells me I am not in any major dire circumstance.
What I did not ask her? "Why the vaginal check up? Was it absolutely necessary?" (anyways she found nothing!)
So, I go the next Monday since I had to show her the report and get an antibiotic as the bacteria needed the support of a better medication to flush out. I sat for two hours before my number came. By then, I had googled what my urine test indicated, what I am likely to be prescribed and what I need to do next as precaution.
What happened next took the cake for me!!!
She looked at the urine test. Her assistant asks "200 rupees!"
I had just entered the cabin. At least let my consultation get through! Nevertheless, I comply. 
Doc: Come on up I have to do your check up!
ME: (taken aback) Why? I just have a Urine infection. There is nothing else in the report except bacteria and pus cells.
Doc: We have to check you for 'cancer'. You are above 40 and you must take precautioons.
ME: I do not wish to do a check up and I will consider the screening as you suggest if I feel the need.
Doc: After 5 YEARS if you get cancer do not come to tell me anything.
ME: (Adamant and silent but sure will not turn in to any internal check ups) I want to go to the wash room but there is no wash room here. 
Doc: Oh you can go home and come back! The assistant silently prescribes the discounted rate of the screening at another place. 
Doc: You are 40+ now and you must do this as we may come to know if you are prone to cancerious tendencies!
I thank them and walk away with the antibiotic prescription and a resolve to not visit her again.
The question I never could ask...
Dear Doctor, your prime job is to alleviate anxiety, fear and pain. Did you do that? You were busy selling me a screening which I may or may not need. It is my Body that I hand you over to heal and cure. Should you instill fear and anxiety in me? You knew through your experience that I had a simple UTI Which would clear easily. Then why did you not give me straight away? Should you inform me about my treatment options or should you insist because it is to your benefit to have more ladies screening this at the women's centre where you are apparently conducting these discounted tests? How many vulnerable women come to you afraid and uncertain to whom you send these implants...Fearful implants of an illness???
My test clearly as of today are normal and I am recovering steadily but the fear vibrations stayed at what could befall me in five years from now?I will nurture and heal my body and seek kinder guidance should I need one in the future but the fact remains...
A Doctor's job is to alleviate anxiety, fear and pain not implant it into healthier minds a thought and a reprimand...
"What if you get cancer five years from Now? Do not come and tell me then!"
I promise you I will not tell you anything! 

Additional Information:

1. Listen to your body. 2. Take all necessary precautions. 3. Do not buy fearful suggestions regarding medical conditions. 4. A healthy mind will cope with everything.

By SONNAL PARDIWALA

Sunday, December 4, 2016

Finding Mr. Right

“She is so dark!!! There will be trouble finding someone who will take her?” 

“You should not go for your higher education. It will be tough finding a groom that educated for you?”

“Look at your chapattis…you do not know to make them well…what will you feed your husband?”

“Bread!!!” was my belligerent reply to this well-crafted putdown to my resistance to display my culinary skills or refine them. After all, that is what women do!

I lived in twin worlds. One that portrayed a demanding man who will want fair skin in a woman to find her adorable…one for whom I must terminate my education so that his ego remains intact…one who should be served perfect and warm rotis for a meal as and when he demands…these were the traits I was supposed to inculcate to keep the Mr. Right once he decides “to take me…”

Whoa!!! I was supposed to be the warm roti…perfect, white and just soft enough to not be abrasive.

Another world held my romantic dreams…a man from Rudyard Kipling’s ‘If…’ who would look beyond my skin colour or not even notice it! Someone who would eat ‘bread’ when I do not churn out those chapattis…heehee…too much to ask I thought as I grew up in this misogynist male worshipping world with my sharp, clanging, rebellious to the moon attitude.

Always in my dad’s tee which I wore to the college, I spewed sharp opinions to all and sundry- daring a Mr. Right to find me alluring if he may!!! Fully knowing that none in his right mind would want to ‘tame this shrew’…and to my super surprise God had made one just Right for me…

We were 17…and met at the college Bus stop where we all hung out during breaks. Back in 1990 we had only parking lots of bikes where we college folks sat around for hours or the college canteen for the upper middle class who would get in to grab a bite.

We glanced at each other and on hindsight it does appear like we recognised each other…a yonder bond, carved and sealed aeons ago. The souls recognised at some levels but yet we needed to acquaint ourselves with the avatars we had donned this lifetime.

Chalk and cheese...Me a loud mouthed vociferous gal…he, a whiff of comforting whisper. I threw my weight around…he was comfortable to be around. I was Dare me and I will show you…and he, Care for me and I will soothe you. I was noise, he was poise!

We began travelling together to college together and before I knew, I began to get up early just to be with him. Our running statement was “If you do not come by the 6:10 train I will go in the 6:18 train!”

Was that a Date? It felt so…we were together in the gents’ compartment looking into each other’s eyes oblivious of all those brow raising folks and scandalised eyes. It was a lovely world where only we existed. The twenty minute travel was our first tryst with dating. We were too young to ask each other out anywhere to spend time and too broke to ever consider that. No pocket money was the rule in my house and he got maybe a 50 or 100.

The bus stop and the train and the double decker bus routes were our spaces to get to know each other.

“If a friendship lasted three days, three months and three years, it would last forever!”, quipped I magnanimously one day to him in a train journey. I had this habit of passing expansive statements!

One chilly December morning he rang the bell of my house with a card…I WAS completely nonplussed at his presence at 5:45 a.m.! He handed over the Card “Our friendship completed three days and today three months, and I am hoping that it lasts for three years and forever…”

If I had a physical heart to give out I would have handed it over to him right there. In that moment we were in the date bubble half opened door…a girl who lost her heart…a young prince charming smiling with stars in his eyes and promising and demanding- not a fair skin but a fair friendship. Can any amount of money or five star Hotels Gourmet or Candles even stand in front of that?

We were more than friends and yet not there…travelling together with 
friends in train and bus but always immersed in each other…

“Hukum mere aaka!” he would say and I would quip “Dear Genie I would so like to eat Pizza!” Till I was 17 I had not even heard what pizza was. Broke or unfinanced we were it was hardly likely to go and have a pizza in a hotel that cost 30 rupees!!!

It was a fortune for us back then! But my genie found out a joint in Malad which was a road side shack that  gave out pizza for 15 rupees, “We could share it!”…he said. And that was our real date…six in the winter evening we walked for an hour from Kandivali to Malad. Transport cost, we had to save! Besides that would give us so much time to spend with each other…I had that heavenly Italian item for the first time in my life due to my Genie…I felt like a Queen, given the most precious gift in the world. All I had, were my eyes, to tell him how grateful I was…how loved I felt…!

Was it a Date? Decide for yourselves…folks…nothing could rival that crisp evening, leisurely walk, hand in hand, weaving wispy yarns of nothingness…

And what happens when the Aaka decides to get on that date ride…we go to a station side joint. I am declaring loud and clear that it was my treat and I will pay and blah blah blah…he knew my modest bearings and so the bill was just 12 rupees, for a samosa and chat puri. And your highness opened her purse. To my utter horror and embarrassment my two five rupees notes were- not there!

Mom sometimes took to pay the vegetable or iron person…I looked up and the consternation on my face told him…he magnanimously opened his purse to find only 50 paise!!!

Now I dug my purse…turned it upside down and pulled out every charana, aathana, bees paise…we had a 20 paise coin just disappearing…the heap of chillar…finally did amount to 12 rupees precise…I felt so tumultuously jubilant. I had the money and could pay…Oh wow…the waiter had a task counting while we giggled at each other…and the guy was generous enough to not ask for a tip…I am sure he did not want chillar…and so concluded a cute disaster!

I was afraid he will come out and fire me but he kept giggling at the ludicrous nature of the whole episode, the poor waiter’s plight, and here I found my Mr. Right, who accepted me…clumsiness and all.

Our peculiar romance always found a way to tug at my heart with such episodic embarrassingly sweet moments when my heart forgot to breathe at the disarming loyalty and understanding he brought at the same time doling out the most romantic moments in the most unexpected of places.

Just when I thought there can be no more than deep friendship and it was worthless to dream any further…he stands there in the screeching crowded bus stop with millions around, on a particular scorching day and says… “I wanna say something to you…

…I Love You” three simple words- no going down on the knees, no flowers routine, no rings, just a promise! I love you and if you shall have me, I shall be with you…

My destiny was sealed even before I was born…for better or for worse…in illness and health…come hell or high water…round chapattis or bread and butter…I had to return this simple plea in front of the Pandemonium around which was nothing compared to the inner surge…I said “I do!” and have done so from that day…with my Mr. Right who sauntered into my heart with vows made in a different lifetime…to accept and honour each other…no matter what!

P.S.- I still do not make round chapattis. He likes to eat bread! Nanima in heaven, shaking her head at her predictions side-lined…Mr. Rights do that- take your wrong and make it Right!!!

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-by SONNAL PARDIWALA

Saturday, October 29, 2016

#ShareTheWorkDaily




A popular channel came up with a hashtag, #SundayIsHerHoliday. At first , I thought it was for a maid and I was about to express "How kind!" To my utter horror the video depicted that those sentiments were for the 'Mom' our Overburdened homemaker who should be given a rest! 

INDEED. . . 

I wondered at the alacrity and giggled a bit at the patronising largesse. My query here "Can I eat on a Sunday and carry on for the rest of the week?"  "Can we sleep on a Sunday and not sleep the other six days?" So how can a single day's 'Rest' deal with Fatigue One accrues for six days???

To the "Oh so Considerate Clan" I would like to put forward another Hashtag #ShareTheWorkDaily. 

Yes, Daily! Why not create a generation who would not add to the overburdening of chores for the Mommy? 

WE OVERBURDEN??? WE the kind lot??? I can feel the sneers but hang on and check how you can ease her daily so that she feels valued and not someone in need of a 'compulsory weekly off' 
Ever wondered why she is so flustered??? IMAGINE the following scenarios-

Scene 1 

She enters the bathroom after all have left for work or school... The bathroom is a mass of toothbrushes dangling, toothpaste, soaps, shampoo bottles strewn all round, clothes in all processes of removal... One sleeve up...One sleeve halfway through. She spends a considerable half hour getting it all in its rightful place. The Disorder causing her grumbling more than the work. 

Scene 2

Either lunch or dinner is done. All have praised her: "Oh so lovely a meal!" and are back on their cellphones or laptops or in front of the TV, lounging on the Sofa. What greets her is a Mess! 

The plates full of sticking dals, curry leaves, chillies, spice leftovers, incase of non-veg... bones of chicken and fish. She has to gather it, put it all in the garbage, hand the utensils over to the maid, clear the kitchen platform...if God forbid the maid has an off, she has to double in as the clean-up woman! 

Even while one meal is reaching its culmination she needs to prepare her next meal, at least in her mind! If you valued her, would you not or could you not at least throw your own leftovers in the bin yourself? Could you not divide the post meal clean up like picking the dishes, leftovers and cleaning the table with her. She will feel less flustered and resentful. 

Why is it that it is her duty to think of "What to make?" Do you not eat too? Is that not your house? This is a general query to the males and progeny in general and en masse ! 

Why not teach and learn to come back home and keep your belongings in its rightful place? Why does mother have to discover the stinky tiffins and socks and yell? ? ? 

Why not teach and learn to extend a hand while she cooks... Maybe cut vegetables, fill water bottles, lay the table... You can look up as to how you can sort her chaotic world. 

Teach and learn to ponder over, "Is there anything I can do here?" 
She is your Homemaker... Your wife and your Mum...A day's rest for all activities and for all is a Great idea but To overwork her and be magnanimous to "LET HER REST" to me again is a misogynist and misplaced Benevolence. 

If we learn to share work and if each contributes to running a smooth household, we will have a less resentful mum and wife and other roles she plays! 

Food, sleep and rest are required in regular doses and measures. 

Let us learn to value her everyday. For six days, we behave as if its beneath us to pick the mop or keep the socks in the washing machine and on Sunday, we transform into kinder beings. Let us be kind daily. . . Look around for those moments where we can ask and implement "Is there something I can do?" 

Let us observe and fill in her resentful moments with effective sharing and demonstrate caring every single moment and not just on a Sunday. 

I as a mum and wife deserve Consideration each day...Sunday kindness will be an added Bonus! 

BY Sonnal Pardiwala.

Sunday, October 23, 2016

4 Quick Snackies For Travelling Mums!

When my kid came into the 'weaning zone' it was a new phase for me as a newbie mom. Till now, it was bliss. I carried the natural food available for my baby. The mother 's milk which was ready and wholesome. Now, as an 'on-the-go' mum I had to recreate the same wholesomeness for my little one. I wanted to offer all kinds of tastes to my active bundle. I wanted my kid to be non fussy when it comes to food. 

I was not a nutrition conscious person and I never counted calories. I was a hygiene freak and very particular that food was fresh and not stored or processed (a little allowance here and there, well, admissible). So what followed was a 'mix n match' formula of varied foods which I carried for my second one as well. Both kids are healthy, non-fussy and savour vegetarian as well as non-vegetarian food alike. So here I share my go-to-snacks while I was out with my kids at work or out on a function or an outing.


  • BANANA MASH

You need a banana. 

Few spoons of milk.

A plate and a spoon to mash and feed.

Cut the banana into small pieces with the back of the spoon, mash with it the back of the spoon adding little milk till it all becomes a healthy pasty mash. Not too thick nor too liquidy. Feed immediately

You may add chickoos or use them instead of bananas. The soft pieces will aid and introduce the child to chewing and feeling the food.

Feed only till the child asks. The moment he or she says 'no' or indicates it with a clamping of mouth, take your cue to stop. Let it be. Do not shove one more spoon.

Respect their decisions as young as that. Do not decide for them how much they should eat.

  • BOILED POTATO




You will need a boiled potato, little salt, a spoonful of butter, little pepper or chaat masala and cheese spread.

Mix it well and do not pre-mash it. Do it when you need it. It will only take a minute.

This will introduce the salty taste for the child's taste buds. It will indicate what tastes your child loves or does not. Be observant to how your child responds to each colour or preparation. It is an important clue for your future cooking.

You may add boiled carrots to add colour.


  • BISCUIT MASH


You may use Marie Biscuits or/and Krack Jack. They mash well with milk. It will be light and easy on you on those days when no fruits or veggies are around. Besides it will add variety for you and your kid. Well I always told you I was not the fitness calorie counting mum.

But for those who are, there is a healthier preparation.

  • ROASTED RICE POWDER



Take a bit of ghee (clarified butter)  it can be your choice to use pure ghee. Roast the rice of your choice in the ghee for about five minutes. Grind the mix. It can be stored for a few days. 

You may cook the rice powder and carry with you. You can add milk/curd and honey to it. With curds you may omit the honey and add bit of salt to alternate the taste. You may simply create rice balls with ghee and jaggery and offer your child.

It was the healthiest option that offered wide variety. I later added tomato soup to the rice. Roasted dal was an addition. Boiled cauliflower was a smash hit (pun intended).

An armed mom is a happier mom. Dazzle those relatives who keep commenting on your child's health and inquisitively judge you to be the among the "shortcut" modern lot, that you could be the most thoughtful mom around to reckon with.


By Sonnal Pardiwala.