Motherhood in the words of another journalist!

When I read this I really wanted to share….because this mother – my friend & colleague – spoke the same language as me – a language that sometime bewilders my single friends. Loved every line she wrote; especially this – “The first time she touched my cheeks to sense what I was – that was bliss. That feeling would remain unmatched for the rest of my life” – Shyamala Seetharaman

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I know this post is passe but I can’t help it. I’m so used to writing boring year-end copies while at work. So, by force of habit, here is my round up of 2013.
1. I quit my job in January so there’s nothing much to write about it. For now, I’m a sit-at-home mom but, consciously, not the nighty wearing (I hate the outfit!), constantly cribbing, mega serial watching type. Not yet. Hopefully never.
2. I kept physically and mentally busy during the break from work. As planned, my daughter was delivered with relative ease. Normal delivery has become such a rarity, everyone was surprised and reconfirmed to make sure they heard it right 
3. My daughter was a revelation, in a way that I started to question my own perceptions of me. For starters, never did I know I could be hysterical; helplessly screaming at the middle of the night was not a trait I possessed ever before.
4. My daughter cried non-stop through the night during her first month. I never knew newborns would have trouble sleeping. Mine did, and now I know, most babies do. It took our family quite a while to figure out that my daughter was not hungry when she screamed at night but was terribly sleepy and didn’t know how to doze off. “Sleep like a baby” is an expression I’ve come to loath in the last nine months.
5. Four straight hours of sleep is a luxury I have been denied for the last 11 months.
6. Become a mother to know your lowest lows – physically and emotionally. I can write a whole book on this.
7. Become a mother to know your strengths – physical and emotional. I constantly lecture unsuspecting victims on this 
8. My daughter was about four months old when she consciously started to practice motor skills. She realised her limbs could be used to hold, grab and touch. The first time she touched my cheeks to sense what I was – that was bliss. That feeling would remain unmatched for the rest of my life. All the pains of motherhood are worth enduring for moments like these.
9. I’ve become super efficient. With a toddler to attend to 24*7, I don’t have a choice

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Christmas @ The ChocolateKids Playschool

One of my school friends S Nirmala started the Chocolate Kids Play School in Chennai in 2011 for tiny-tots. The school has seen rapid growth and is now a familiar cornerstone in the bustling, sub-urban area of Guduvancheri.

At her school, they recently hosted their Christmas celebrations and I really couldn’t resist showing you pictures of the  children’s handiwork. Pretty talented wouldn’t you say?

The Nativity scene - pic courtesy Chocolate School Kids playschool
The Nativity scene – pic courtesy ChocolateKids playschool

Tiny Christmas trees all sparkling with the efforts of their bright, little owners - pic courtesy Chocolate School Kids playschool
Tiny Christmas trees all sparkling with the efforts of their bright, little owners – pic courtesy ChocolateKids playschool
Another set of prettily decked up cheery trees  - pic courtesy Chocolate School Kids playschool
Another set of prettily decked up cheery trees – pic courtesy ChocolateKids playschool
A little Christmas village made from paper hats -  pic courtesy Chocolate School Kids playschool
A little Christmas village made from paper hats – pic courtesy ChocolateKids playschool
An Indian Gingerbread house -  pic courtesy Chocolate School Kids playschool
An Indian Gingerbread house – pic courtesy ChocolateKids playschool
A 3-d card paper Christmas tree and a cotton-snowman -  pic courtesy Chocolate School Kids playschool
A 3-d card paper Christmas tree and a cotton-snowman – pic courtesy ChocolateKids playschool

Twas the night before Christmas’

I’m not sure whether this is copy-righted stuff – but anyway just thought I’d share what I received in my mail today.  A brokerage today decided they’s spruce up their poetic skills and render all clients “A very Merry Christmas” in song.

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‘Twas the night before Christmas and all across the Street,

There was nary a Like, and barely a Tweet.

The stocks traded up, fresh highs in the air,

With client hopes that bonuses soon would be there.

 

The analysts were hopeful, at home with their kids

That the taper wouldn’t cause stocks to skid.

When what to my wondering eye did I see,

Twitter stock more then doubling, led by @dickc.

 

Facebook’s new cash made the balance sheet fat,

But, would FB use it to buy young Snapchat?

Marissa’s soaring stock made her smile and cheer,

As visions of an Alibaba IPO formed for next year.

 

eBay’s Donahoe and Swan were smiling too,

As it looks like they had a much better 4Q.

Spencer of Zillow sat back in his chair,

Happy to see a growing market share.

 

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,

I checked Huff Po Live to see what was the matter.

Then LinkedIn updates I searched in a flash,

But no answer was there, so to the window I dashed.

 

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

So pretty I said, “Google Glass – record the below”.

When what to my wondering eye should appear,

Jeff Bezos’ drone copters delivering presents far and near.

 

Then I saw a market sage so lively and quick,

I new it was Cramer lickety-split.

More rapid then eagles his stock picks came,

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:

 

“Now LinkedIn! Now Amazon!

Now Yahoo! And Google!

On Facebook! On Zillow!

On eBay and Twitter!

To the top of the charts, rise up high

Rise up far – buy, buy, buy”*

 

I sprang to my Droid phablet to Instagram the scene,

The Holidays were clearly the prominent meme.

Then I Tweeted to clients, as our stock picks felt right,

“Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!”