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Tuesday, October 3, 2017

9 avatars of Ma Durga

This is the last prompt of the blogathon and Celebrating the #9daysofwomanhood through Navratri was great fun and a lovely experience! 
I thank Khyati Gulati Tiwari for introducing me. I loved her blog http://kgtspassionatepursuits.blogspot.in on the prompt for today . 




I have been born and brought up in Bengal ( Calcutta ) where Durga Puja is THE MOST important festival and yet while I would go every year to see the pandals erected during the festive period beginning with Mahalaya , I didn’t delve into details of the festival - I knew the basic story …. The Goddess Durga visits her home with her 4 kids and she slays the demon Mahisasur. Basically the victory of Good over Evil ); I just followed the yearly tradition of ‘pandel hopping’  and enjoyed seeing the creativity in the construction of the pandels and gaped at the amazing way themes were weaved into the pandel building  and the magnificence of them, each outdoing the next.

Up until this blogathon I didn’t even know there were 9 avatars of Maa Durga and while the prompt for this blog post made me research a bit into the 9 avatars I realised that Gods are Gods for a reason. Mere humans like us can’t fit into their moulds.  So my post today is not about the one avatar of Maa Durga that fits me or a woman I know but rather it’s about the powers & traits that each Avatar represents and how we could use these traits in our lives to make our lives a little better and happier.

1.Shailaputri who stands for purity and devotion – Be pure like a little child. I see my little son everyday growing and getting to know the world and the things around him and I’m in awe at his innocence. I think life corrupts us after a point and its good if we can clear our heads sometimes and be innocent like a little child.
2.Bharmacharini  who portrays the balance between marital life and prayerfulness – The saying goes ‘the family that prays together stays together . I think it’s good to include a bit of prayer into your everyday schedule. It not only gives you a break from the humdrum of the day but also for those 10-15 mins you take a break from your electronic devices and its relaxing and gives you a sense of peace.
3.Chandraghanta who is all-seeing and ever-vigilant to battle evil in any form and from any direction - Be aware of your surroundings. Be constantly on guard because you never know when a friend can turn foe for no reason whatsoever. This may sound negative but I don’t mean it in that sense. I’m just saing that its important to be aware of things around and not trust people blindly. It will help inculcate a sense of oneness with yourself as well.
4.Kushmanda who is the creator of the universe -  Be creative. Its nice once in a while to take a break from the routine of life – eat, work,sleep, repeat and do something new, do something creative. It will give you a sense of accomplishment and happiness as well.  
5.Skanda-mata who represents a mother and is the skillful one; who also imparts innocence, courage and compassion – Help someone in need, nurture your family. Take time out from your busy schedule sometimes to do something good for someone you don’t know. It can even just be a smile or a thank you or a compliment. It may just turn their day around.
6.Katyayani who helps strengthen relationships -  Don’t leave any relationship on a bad note. Fight with friends – but make up with them. If they are not interested in mending the relationship then it’s a different matter but make the first attempt and you will find peace in your life. Life is too short for anger and hate.
7.Kaal-Ratri whose name means the one who does good and who offers protection – Protect those you love. Even the simplest of gestures like checking that seatbelts are fastened when you’re going out for a drive goes a long way.
8.Maha Gauri who washes away all sins and imparts a sense of inner – peace – Don’t regret anything that you have done. Make peace with your past. In our catholic religion we have a sacrament of confession. It’s sort of like having your own therapist. Speaking out about things that bother you is a wonderful way to getting things off your chest and does give you a sense of peace. So speak out about the nagging things in your head. They sometimes build up into big huge issues in your own head but when you speak about them to someone you trust it can really take a load of your mind and in hindsight sometimes feels like it was just a trifle and you wonder why you let it bug you before.
9.Siddhidatri who fulfils all divine aspirations and is the mistress of all achievements and perfections – Always complete any task given to you. Don’t leave things unfulfilled. It will give you a sense of achievement and completion.  

All good things must come to an end and so must this blogathon. Thanks once again to all the hosts and the sponsor The Moms Co. for this opportunity. 
I would like to introduce Sanjivini who blogs at https://motherhoodunpluggedweb.wordpress.com You can check out her blog  on the prompt for today.


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Wednesday, September 27, 2017

First Year of Baby! In Trimesters - for easy reading



I'm thrilled to share that I, along with 24 other bloggers are celebrating #9daysofwomanhood throughout Navratri. I thank Khyati Gulati Tiwari for introducing me. I loved her blog http://kgtspassionatepursuits.blogspot.in on the prompt for today – ‘The first year'




Someone once told me that becoming a mother will change you. 
I now know that to be true. Becoming a mother changed me completely. 
Life took a complete 360 degree turn a year ago.
From the carefree, care-a-damn, selfish (to some extent) girl that I was, I was thrown into a world where nothing revolved around me anymore. This tiny little human with his unique motorcycle starting - hiccuping cries was the new cynosure of everybody’s eyes. And why shouldn’t he be, the cutie that he was- those cute chubby cheeks, that heart melting gummy smile and the little sighs of contentment when he snuggled up against me to sleep made all the late nights, lack of sleep, under eye dark circles, sore nipples and initial feelings of being a cow completely worth it!   

I’m dividing this blog post up into trimesters for easy reading.

Trimester 1: The COW and Colic wails phase
Beware the sore nipples and the fuzzy feeling in your brain (due to lack of sleep and raging hormones) as you are thrown Breast-first into Motherhood!
Until your baby learns to latch well you will have terrible nipple cuts. My first 10 days were bad! I tried warm salt water, breast milk and some sticky Lanolin cream prescribed by the paed but the only thing that worked for me is Creme21 – it’s a wonder cream! Overnight my nipples healed and by then baby was latching well.

With exclusive breastfeeding comes exclusive gyaan from all and sundry on what you should be eating to help your milk supply. Oh and also the negatives – “you’re not making enough milk for your child”. “You’re starving the kid”. “Give him formula”.
Well trust me the only thing to get good supply is a good healthy diet and lots of baby-on-boob time (which is exhausting and I call it the cow phase- because well, I just felt like a cow ....moooo!). The sucking sends a message to the brain that the demand is there and to meet that requirement there is enough supply. Addition of formula in between will just mess up your cycle.

Once you get comfortable with BF then bam comes the colic phase…. Oh the crying and wailing is pure torture. My advice - Drink Saunf Water and avoid eating cauliflower/brocoli and ta-da u have a happy, smiley baby.

Trimester 2: The Connect Phase
This is a nice phase. You have gotten used to the lack of sleep by now and the dark circles are now a part of your new Mommy face!
You’re now used to the feeding schedule and the initial fears of “how do I handle this tiny little creature”

And your baby, the intelligent little fellow is very interactive now - responding to you with gurgles and giggles. Make sure you have your camera out for all the antics they are upto. From the rolling onto the tummy, to inching forward to grabbing things and wanting to put things in their mouth!

Trimester 3 : The Locomotion , Eating, Teething and Speaking Phase
The initial part of this phase for us was Neil getting very irritated that he couldn’t move around. So while he was kept on a mattress on the floor while I went around the house doing my chores he would get very irritated, try to move forward but end up flapping his feet in the air instead and start bawling. Baby Carriers worked well for us. With baby wearing you can easily go about your chores with the baby happy and content and no back pain. Then suddenly one day he started crawling – he did the army crawl for months ( sliding around on his tummy ) , initially at a slow turtle pace and then later breakneck speeds to get to where he wanted to go.

Your little one may say his first coherent word now and direct it to the person he intends it for. In our case Neil said ‘baba’ referring to his dad and shortly thereafter ‘car’ for every car that he saw. He then started saying ‘duck’ for the little duckling in his colours book.

Teething also usually makes its ghastly presence felt around this time. While the gummy smile becomes a toothy grin its not without hardships. My little one had high fever accompanied by a cold. Itchy gums and once again biting down hard on nipples – Ouch!

Its at this stage that suddenly many milestones hit back to back and you realize that tiny little one is not so tiny or little anymore – eating solids, sitting up, crawling, pulling up, pointing, recognizing familiar faces are just some of those moments.

Trimester 4 : The NO, Don’t touch that / Don’t go there  Pre – Toddler Phase
This stage is when baby proofing needs to be done in your house because now the little one starts cruising around town, poking his fingers into electrical sockets and trying to climb up on beds and couches. Teach him to climb down and applaud his success. Its very important so he doesn’t fall off and hurt himself. We did it a couple of times with Neil and I just loved seeing his little smile looking for approval after he did this huge turn to clamber down off the bed and had landed safely on his 2 little feet. 

He will also do a lot more actions as well – clapping hands, making gestures. Nursery rhymes with actions are great at this stage – “when you’re happy and you know it”, “the wheels of the bus”, “twinkle twinkle little star” are some of Neil's favs.  

Babies are curious little creatures so let them explore their surroundings as much as possible just keep your mobile phones and television remotes out of reach so they don’t smash it because anything is a plaything and even if you say “No” they will just glance at you, give you a little smirk, glance away and go back to their own little game of ‘lets see what happens if I do this!’


Neil turns a year old in 3 days and I can’t believe the tiny little human I gave birth to just under a year ago is now this little bundle of energy. 
He has grown so much in the last 1 year, 
but then again, 
so have I!

I would take the opportunity to introduce Sanjivini who blogs at https://motherhoodunpluggedweb.wordpress.com You can check out her blog  on the prompt for today.



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Monday, September 25, 2017

My Delivery


It brings me immense pleasure to share that I, along with 24 other bloggers are celebrating #9daysofwomanhood throughout Navratri. I thank Khyati Gulati Tiwari for introducing me. I loved her blog http://kgtspassionatepursuits.blogspot.in on the prompt for today – ‘My Delivery'


LOOONG POST ALERT!

My little munchkin was due on the 5th of October. My husband and I were thrilled, another October born in the family (both he and I were born in the same month).
Little Baby Brag-Chaks birth announcement card even said – “You’re invited to the 0th birth in the first week of October!” So when mid September came and I suddenly ballooned out and looked like Humpty Dumpty, I wasn’t worried because I still had over 2 weeks to go. My 37th Week scan was normal. Everything was under control. My doctor checked the USG and said all was okay and on track. Then suddenly on 26th Night my mucous plug came out. I waited patiently for labour to kick in. After all this was everything I had prepared for. The reading up I had done, the various different types of birth scenarios I had gone through. I was theoretically ready! Now it was time for my practical exam.
Since my Pregnancy had gone so smoothly I wasn’t the least bit worried about the Delivery.
I waited patiently for labour to kick in. I felt nothing! Called up my doc and told her this is what had happened and she asked me to come in.
I went and met her on the 27th and she said, “The cervix is dilated but the baby hasn’t dropped so let’s try inducing labour and then see”. She prescribed castor oil. And told me to come in if the water broke or if there was bleeding else to see her again on the 29th.
I remember having to go to 3 medical shops and not getting castor oil! Finally my dad went to a government hospital medical shop and got it there. I drank the stuff. It was ghastly. I remembered the Doc saying I would feel like throwing up but I shouldn’t. So I pinched my nose and swallowed. True enough contractions started after a bit. Came and then went. They didn’t feel like much, just a tad bit more than menstrual cramps. This wasn’t too bad I thought. But that was it. The cramps just disappeared after a while and nothing else happened. So I waited the whole of 28th, now beginning to worry. The mucous plug keeps the infections out so naturally me hopping around town without it was a little worrying. On 29th I could meet the doctor only in the evening so I went in and updated her on the situation. She asked me to get a Non Stress Test done to check that the baby’s heartbeat was okay. So I plodded down the road to another hospital to get the same done. The test took 30 minutes. Post this the results would be shared directly with the doctor they said. What suspense! Since it was late I convinced them to give us the results as well. Everything seemed normal. So to celebrate we walked down to my favourite cake shop Kookie Jar and picked up a cake for my mom’s birthday which was the next day and then walked the 20 minute journey back home. I was hoping all the walking activity would encourage Baby Brag-Chaks to drop.
I went home to my favourite dinner in the whole world KowSuey! Pigged out like crazy and then when clearing the table – bam – I felt my water break! It was past 9 at night. Kolkata as a city shuts down by then! I called the doc and she asked me to get admitted at once. Jumped into a cab . I had to convince him that I was about to deliver a baby and so to step on it instead of ambling along Park Street at snails pace! I felt normal. No contractions, nothing. Just the nervous excitement about what was to happen next.
The nursing home I chose for my delivery was the same place where I was born 30 years ago -a quiet, unassuming place in a tiny bye lane in central Calcutta. I think there were a total of just 3 patients there including me! The nurses there were the same ones present at my birth as well! We entered and they started chatting with my mom who they recognised! The doctor was nowhere on the scene. She had given them instructions on what to do and check. Apparently the baby still hadn’t dropped but I was dilated so they were going to give me oxytocin to induce labour again. They prepped me for the birth and my nervous parents and husband went home. I lay down hoping for some progress during the night. Cramps started again. This time it was worse than the previous ones. I kept my phone handy, kept tracking the contractions and updating on our family whatsapp group. What would we have ever done without whatsapp!? Especially for someone like me who likes updating about every little thing going on in my life. I remember someone from work pinging me and saying go to sleep and there was I telling them – "Dude, I’m in labour. Haha." I received a sheepish “all the best” in response!
Anyway by morning nothing had changed. I hadn’t slept all night and at 4am I remember the strains of the famous Mahisasura Mardini wafting down the corridor and into my room. It was Mahalaya – the day the Goddess Durga begins her journey to Earth. This year when I heard it a few days ago it triggered memories of last year.
At 7am the doctor came and asked how I was doing. She said my tummy shape didn’t look good so she may need to do a C –Section. I panicked a little. This was not part of my birth plan. I was not ready for a c-section. Anyway, I just had to go with the flow.  She then asked the nurse to give me one more dose of Pitocin and went to check on another patient. In the 5 mins that she was away the active labour kicked in. The pain was just mindblowing! I struggled to whatsapp my parents that I was about to go in to have the baby delivered – normally , as now confirmed by the doctor.
The next hour was pure torture. I was busy trying to put into practice all the breathing techniques I had practised, I was humming away my calming music but the experience of doing it with someone poking around below under a bright white light was pretty crazy.
I was at the point of giving up at one time when the doctor said the baby was almost out. If she wasn’t so encouraging I’m sure I would have just given up.
The image of his head coming out of me is etched into my brain. And to feel the warmth of him on me, even with all the blood is something I havn’t been able to forget till date.
Apparently the reason he wasn’t dropping to kick-start labour was because the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck twice and that failed to show up in the 37th week scan so delayed cord clamping wasn’t possible as the doc had to cut the cord inside itself before pulling him out. It was risky but I’m grateful that she was such an experienced doctor and that Neil was born alive and kicking, albeit with a slight delay in saying “waaahhhhh”. I wasn’t able to do a breast crawl with him as he needed to be checked by the Paed because the cord was cut prematurely. But thankfully all went well and he was just perfect.  

Even today 1 year later I can still remember clearly the entire episode in technicolour -  scene by scene. Some people say Oh it will all just happen and you’ll forget about it over time. But somehow I don’t think that will happen in this case with me.  I was one of the lucky ones who didn’t have a long labour. But I’m glad for all the prep I did before going in for the delivery. It’s important to be aware of the whole process and the options available to you – Normal vaginal/ c section/ epidural / laughing gas J / episiotomy required or not etc. Unfortunately in most places here no one discusses things with you. I had to take classes for this. I compared this with my cousins in other places where they are bombarded with information. But then again it depends on the individual as well. I like to be in the know-how of every little thing.  Although most times even with all the prep in the world your story could be something completely different like it was with mine. If I read a 100 cases and scenarios of birthing , mine was no. 101!
It was the 30th of September 2016 when baby #neilchaks was born. Coincidentally my mom's birthday as well. So the cake that was bought from Kookie jar the night before was brought in and cut - it said Happy Birthday MUMMY. I guess along with Neil being born a new Mummy was born as well :) 






I would take the opportunity to introduce Sanjivini who blogs at https://motherhoodunpluggedweb.wordpress.com You can check out her blog on the prompt for today.


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Saturday, September 23, 2017

My Pregnancy - How to Travel during Your Pregnancy Stress free – Flight, Road and Train

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Being a woman in India, 2017 - Positive take on the topic

It brings me immense pleasure to share that I, along with 24 other bloggers are celebrating #9daysofwomanhood throughout Navratri. I thank Khyati Gulati Tiwari for introducing me. I loved her blog http://kgtspassionatepursuits.blogspot.in on the prompt for today - 'Being a woman in India, 2017'

India in 2017 is an India of Kiran Mazumdar Shaw, Chanda Kochar, Vinita Bali, PV Sindhu, Sakshi Malik, Saina Nehwal, Mary Kom, Tessy Thomas, Priyanka Chopra. Each is an influential woman in their own fields. Each breaking stereotypical moulds that define gender roles. These women are just some of the numerous women who can be a motivating factor to the average Indian woman of today.
Then there are those women who choose staying home rather than breaking the glass ceiling in the Corporate World or who choose to work from home. There are a huge number of women who are professional bloggers, who are mompreneurs, who have part – time work from home jobs as well as the biggest job of all tending to a small child and while they may not have their names plastered in the news, they are just as successful and just as motivating.
On the other side of the spectrum are those women in India who aren’t given the opportunity to even be educated and those who are victims of domestic violence but this post isn’t about them or the challenges that women in India face and trust me there are more of negatives than positives to write about.
But since the Prompt is “a positive take on the topic”, this post is about me and some of the strong independent women I know. Us being women in India in 2017 and the opportunities we have to grow and to flourish.
I am one of the fortunate ones who can say I have lived a life thus far of freedom, being allowed to make my own choices and decisions. My parents are the ones I would like to thank for this. They have taught me from a young age to be responsible, to stand up for myself, to know right from wrong and to set clear boundaries, to believe in myself and not to compare myself with others. I was never made to feel that as a girl I should only be playing with dolls. Infact I think I enjoyed playing with my Mecano tool set more than the 1 single Barbie doll I possessed. Infact although I love cooking now I only really was forced into learning it out of necessity when I left home!   

Here are some of the Women role models who have helped mould me into the strong independent Indian woman I am today.
·        My Teachers – I went to an all-girls school and college and all my teachers were women. Some of the brightest minds and highly qualified women and yet modest and kind. I look up to them and respect them for the education that they provided me with. Much more than just bookish knowledge were the lessons on life that they imparted. By being exposed to such strong women at a young age has helped mould me into a strong woman today.  
·        My College Principal – She was a mentor to me. She taught me the most valuable lesson of juggling my commitments. A favourite quote of hers was from the Poem by Robert Frost –
“The woods are lovely dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep.”
College was a life changing experience for me. It changed me. I outgrew my childishness and stepped up to take on lifes challenges head – on.
·        My Friends (My Galpals ) : A constant source of support, be it to bounce off silly ideas or to vent out even sillier frustrations or to just have light hearted conversations with, they have never failed to amaze me by just being there for me.
·        My Grandmom : Independence is something I have learnt from this little old lady! At 88 year old she is as fit as ever and lives on her own and manages a house by herself with ZERO help!
·        My Aunts : From teaching me how to string a violin to how to wrap my books to tips in the kitchen to creative story telling they have been surrogate moms to me.
·       And finally My Mommy: A woman who I don’t give say thank you to as often as I should. But she’s one of the most amazing women I know. She has cooking skills which I can only dream of and bargaining and negotiation skills which no MBA class can teach you. She runs a business, runs a house, manages time for social work and still has time for me and my mundane queries on childcare and family. A person who is the epitome of the adage –“Be the change you want to be”. She has taught me to be self-reliant, financially independent, kind, brave and strong!

So these are the Influential Indian Women I present to you today - The Positive People who make India a better place to live in or at least have done so for me!


This may look like a big long thank you note (which it is essentially- I'm terrible at saying thank you in person) but I wrote it to show you what being a woman(women) in India is!

I would take the opportunity to introduce Sanjivini who blogs at https://motherhoodunpluggedweb.wordpress.com You can check out her blog 'Breaking the Glass Ceiling: being a woman in India in 2017' on the prompt for today.

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Conversations with Him

Conversations with him are so easy and yet so difficult
So heated and yet so deep
So simple and yet so meaningful
So invigorating and yet so relaxing
So intoxicating and heady
So brutally honest and straightforward.

Conversations with him make me question my very existence.

Conversations with him block out distractions of the world around us.

Conversations with him bring me hope and happiness.

Conversations with him often make me wonder how I will ever be able to converse with another.

Conversations with Him.

Friday, March 3, 2017

This bed that I lie on

This bed that I lie on on
has seen so many versions of me....

When the walls were mint green,
I lay here as a wide eyed kiddo,
I listened to stories of a Lizard named Esmeralda and lovely princesses of long long ago!
I lost myself in Enid Blyton books and played with GI Joes !

When the walls were pink,
I lay here as a teenager,
I read Agatha Christie's and Harry Potter and studied for board exams!
I giggled on long phone calls with besties about crushes and math problems!

When the walls were cream,
I was a young adult in college dreaming of theatre and life.
Smsing was now the order of the day! Yahoo and MSN chat and orkut were my new distractions!

Then for six years this bed was not mine anymore.
I had a different room,  a different bed,  a different life.

But now back again
When the walls are blue,
I lie beside my son,
I read him stories of cows and sheep,
Of potty heroes and trains and ABCs,
and I wish him a life that is full and  fun and wonderful.
I pray that he grows up kind and calm.

All from this bed that I lie on.

Friday, August 19, 2016

One day... Someday.

One day the tears will stop flowing,
One day the heartache will subside,
One day you will begin to see,
Life, on the brighter side.

One day...  Someday.

One day you will smile and you'll mean it,
And it will shine through your eyes.
One day you'll wake feeling happy,
And you'll know through your sighs.

One day...  Someday.

One day life will have new meaning.
One day the sun will shine for you.
One day the past will be forgotten.
One day it will all start anew.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Papuliferous Penny Pouts about the lifecycle of a Pimple

So I've been going through a phase where I have so many pimples on my face that I can hardly recognise myself anymore.
From a person who had fairly clear skin to a face covered in papuli, I thought why not vent about these painful little pustules!

Hence the title Papuliferous Penny a.k.a. Pimply Penny most definitely Pouting about the Life cycle of a pimple!

So it all begins with a prickly pain on some part of your face... You can't see any sign of it but you know its going to pop up soon!
My reaction: "Oh no not again!"
This prickliness usually last about 8-12 hours.
In about 12 hours you will see a lovely pinkish mosquito bite sized bump. How you wish you could push it back in and flatten it completely just the way you push down the airbubbles when tucking away your quilt after winter is done.
My reaction: "it's heeere" (complete with the eerie soundtrack of exorcist in the background)

This lovely little pink bump will slowly expand, like a little hillock aspiring to become a mighty mountain and just like a mountain has a snow covered peak so also does your little bump, because now it develops a snowwhite spot bang in the center of all that pink.
My reaction:"Don't touch it Penny cos then you know there will be bloodshed. "

This painful papuli is now perfectly formed. It's ripe!
My reaction: "please don't burst,  please don't burst, please don't burst. "

But unfortunately these pimples are always in the most pointless of places,  (mine mostly frequent the famous Marilyn Monroe mole spot!) and so, even if utmost care is taken not to purposely poke or prod it,  it ends up erupting anyway.
And then there is this tiny bubble of blood just hanging there,  as if waiting for a grade 12 bio student with her lab coat to take a sample on her glass slides and go running to the microscope in the bio lab!
My reaction:"STUPID PIMPLE! ARGGH!!! "

And now if you look closely you will see a perfectly formed crater smack in the middle of the pink mountain!
Well by now I'm so disgusted that it doesn't even make a difference how long the darned thing takes to disappear altogether because hey, I can feel that prickly feeling all over again in a new spot!!
My reaction : "uugh, I really hate these zits!"

Sunday, May 31, 2015

Close every door

I Heard about 4 suicides this week.  Yes u read it right! Not 1, not 2,but 4!
3 of them were women- Married women,  with husbands and kids.
Was life so worthless for these people? Was it so sad?
Did their troubles outweigh their hopes? Did they feel unappreciated,  unloved, unworthy of life?
Did they feel that happiness was evading them?
What made them take such a drastic decision?
What was going on in their head?
Why take a decision which was so selfish?
To leave sad and troubled memories to the loved ones who are left behind?
To leave them feeling helpless and in such grief.
To leave them wondering why?
Life is so fragile.
There is a beautiful song in Joseph and his Technicolor Dreamcoat (by Andrew Lloyd Webber) which talks of hope in troubled times. You may be jailed or tortured or forgotten but you must realise that there is a reason for your being here.  There is a reason that you breathe- That you have life. Just learn to believe in yourself and that God has a plan for you, for your life and you will find your peace of mind. Just have confidence and never lose hope because whenever God closes a  door, somewhere he opens a window.

"Close every door to me,
Hide all the world from me
Bar all the windows
And shut out the light
Do what you want with me,
Hate me and laugh at me
Darken my daytime
And torture my night
If my life were important I
Would ask will I live or die
But I know the answers lie
Far from this world
Close every door to me,
Keep those I love from me
Children of Israel
Are never alone
For I know I shall find
My own peace of mind
For I have been promised
A land of my own"


Tuesday, April 28, 2015

In memory of Brian Russo

 “I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream, past the wit of man to say what dream it was.”  - A Midsummer Night's Dream

Brian Sir was a person with a vision. He dreamed the dream and then saw that dream to a reality on the lawns of Loreto College with his production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream in December 2004. It was my interaction with Brian sir that introduced me to what theatre could really be. How it could just take you away to a different place in a different time. I will always remember with fondness how he would start each days rehearsal with a Surya Namaskar and how he formed a united company of actors from both Loreto college and Rabindra Bharti University students and brought to life Shakespeare with the Indian touch; from the costumes to the music to the stage setting. He was truly a visionary.

To sir with love. We will miss your smiling face but you will forever be with us in our thoughts and prayers.

Penelope Braganza
Loreto College - Batch of 2006

(Peter Quince in Brian Russo’s Production of A Midsummer Night’s dream)