Wednesday, March 20, 2013

I love being a mother



One day, I was travelling in a bus. It was then, a mother, her little daughter and her grand mother boarded the bus. Though it was not crowded, there were no vacant seats and the trio was standing beside my seat. The little girl would be about four years old and she was finding it difficult to stand properly due to the reckless driving which the private buses of Kerala are famous for. 

When I realised it, I asked the little girl to come and stand in a space in front of my seat. She obeyed without any reluctance. But she was literally sandwiched between me and the front seat. Hence I asked. “ Do you want to sit in my lap?”. She just nodded her head.I do not know whether it was a ' yes' or a ' no'. But I took her and placed her on my lap. After two stations, her mother and grand mother got the seat and asked her to sit with them. But she was not ready to go and said she would sit with me. They asked her twice and she kept on rejecting them and said that she wanted to go with the new stranger 'aunty' she came across in the bus.

'What is your name ?, I asked. ' Ann Sebi', she replied. When my station was about to reach, I told her that I had to get down at the next stop. She kept on nodding but did not go to her mother. But somehow I managed to do it.

Why this narration? I felt very ' happy'.  A child cannot fake love or affinity and I have experienced it several times. I have felt a kind magnetic thread pulling me towards a child and vice versa. I surprisingly realised that I have always been myself when I was in any child's company. Not an ounce of pretension was added when I was with them. When I see a child's face there were several instances when I really wanted to grab and clasp them to my bosom and feel mother hood in its fullest sense. There were many times I felt that my one look was enough to lure any child.

Though this is the case, I am yet to decide on marriage. Since it is the license issued by the society to procreate, I am still tentative to embrace it. People say that I am in a quandary. But I am not. Though I believe in the institution, I do not want to embrace it for the sake of doing it. But I am sure and certain about one thing – I want to be a mother- biological or adopted. I do not mind either way. I just love being a mother. I cannot even think of leaving this world without being a mother. I could be anybody's mother. I kind of feel an emotional connect with every children.

I have come across many childless couples. I asked them why don't they adopt a child. “ We want a child who has our genes,” some said. Some did not want to do it as it could hurt their male ego. “ I still believe that I have the capacity to procreate,” one of my male friends who was passing through similar situation said. Shove off all the blunders to the back burner and give life to a needy child. That child can fill the vacuum in your life. Be magnanimous.They need you as you need them badly.


I don't have enough income to raise a child. If I had, I would have done it years ago.

-Shalet Jimmy

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Sometimes you have to fight forgetting all those experiences

When you become a journalist, don't ever think that you can change the whole world by your writing. Since I started off very late in journalism and as life had given me bundles of experiences thankfully, I never nurtured such a misconception. Besides my life and career have never been a smooth sail for me. It still is not. I have to constantly fight with my parents if I have to take any serious decision concerning my life. I have to constantly fight with my boss to give any of my deserving story, a proper display.

 As I have hardly any social life and only job, whatever happens in my work place affects me severely. This has constantly landed me in depression and trouble. I got tired of fighting and I started accepting everything as a stoic though at times, I explode. So one fine morning, all of a sudden, my motto became ' file and forget' ( file the story and forget about it). 

About two weeks back, I could not adhere to my motto. If I did, it could have blocked a new hope which came in the lives of 126 girls. In Kochi ( Kochi is a district in Kerala), where I stay, there is a Government Girls Home which houses girls from the age group of 4 to 17 years old. Most of the girls lodged here were subjected to sexual abuse and it is for their rehabilitation they are housed in the home.

Kerala, the most literate state in India is notorious for the increasing rape cases. As I said earlier, it is here the victims of sex scandals are housed from the age group 4 to 17. I wrote a story about their plight. They do not have enough basic facilities including toilets and water supply. What really saddened me was the fact that due to the lack of funds they were not given sanitary napkins but clothes during menstruation. They do not have adequate water supply to clean those blood stained clothes resulting  in severe urinary infection. That was horrible.

What irked me was that my story did not appear even after two days and the issue needed immediate attention.I fought for it and the story did appear the next day. To my surprise, help started pouring in to the inmates from nook and cranny. I am happy for my stand did not go in vain. It gives immense pleasure to know that a little effort of yours could bring smile to a bunch of underprivileged girls. It happened  just two days before Women's day....:D

Sometimes your life cannot give you happiness. But you can be happy looking at the happiness of others' lives.

                                                                                            -    Shalet Jimmy

Monday, March 11, 2013

I got 52 bloggers



It has been 3 years since I started this blog and now I have 52 followers.Comparing to the followers of other blogs, I know mine is a minimal number.

But I am happy. I never ever thought I would have a blog even with 10 followers.Hence I regard it as an achievement.Besides this blog has helped me in several ways. I started this blog when I was in a relationship. But that never helped me and I continued being a loner.Result,a huge vacuum in life. But this blog bridged that gap to a great extend.
 

There was none who encouraged me when I started this blog. I was even told that I was just good in writing captions and not long articles. (I was a copy writer when I started this blog and now I am a journalist).But once it got started, many of the bloggers who have started following me encouraged and instilled confidence in me through their comments to write. At this juncture, I remember with gratitude http://singledatingmommy.blogspot.in/,http://cutand-dry.blogspot.in/http://ramblingsofmind.blogspot.in/http://piedmontwriter.blogspot.in/ who took the pains to read an amateur blog and throw comments. When I ran out of ideas to write, I remember Piedmont Writer giving me a thread to write. I really do not know whether this blog has got any stuff to lure readers. But I am happy that I have 52 sweet followers. This blog missed updations for many months and it had to suffer badly due to it. I think many of my frequent blogger

buddies do not comment anymore except one or two. Maybe they think that I have stopped writing in it.At the same time, I am also happy that I have got many new blogger friends.