23 September 2018

It's been a long while!!

s been a while, mostly because my head was some where else. Much has also happened in all this time. 

Some good, some bad. 
The good news is my eldest daughter got married last year in August, 2017. It was a simple but beautiful ceremony and although it was not easy, emotionally for me, we did it with all our hearts and its wonderful to see her happy.

My second daughter has had her ups and downs. 

Since its been a while, I don't want to overwhelm you with too much information. While the body has been taking a beating, the mind has been active. 

Keep watching and moe to follow. My world has many exciting moments and I cannot wait to share my thoughts with you.

Much love and peace. 



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9 September 2015

Daughters are a blessing........

I have written a lot about my younger daughter. She is a remarkable girl there is no doubt. But I never forget what my eldest daughter has meant to me. She was my first introduction to what selfless love means. She made me a mother. She made me strong enough to bear all that came during her childhood and later on in life. 

Sravanthi's wisdom is not the same as my younger child's. Yet she is wise. She has always been more like a friend to me rather than a child. We played together, we hid together, we studied together, we felt bad about the same things together. And she is the only one with the courage to calm me down. The only one who understands me with a touch. And what really amazes me is how she can sometimes put aside her own sorrow to offer me comfort and bring joy into our lives. 

It never also ceases to amaze me that I have been so blessed to have such strong beautiful, generous humane women born to me. Women of substance. That is what they are. 

Sravanthi is now a doctor. She chose that profession as she told me once - I thought about what I wanted to do in my life. I want to really help people feel better. And I have concluded that as a doctor I can do it best with that profession. Some times my heart swells with pride, not so much because she is a doctor and her achievements, but her simplicity, her love of nature, of all living creatures. Her compassion and her sense of fairness. 

Its her smiles, I love. I love her laughter. I love her voice. I love it when she calls me - Amma- in a voice which seems to say - hug me, I miss you, I love you, can you take care of me now. How I miss her childhood, when her dreams reached up to the stars and beyond. My wish, my dreams are that she continues to reach for the stars, that is my wish for both my daughters. 

Yes. Her wisdom is not the same as Ramya's wisdom, yet it is there, in the way she bends her head when listening to you, in the way she smiles and nods her head in understanding, in the way when unguarded she may say something as simple as - no one can stop you from doing what you want Amma. 

Do you think I can take credit for raising such fantastic girls? Am I a good example to them? Have I given them all the knowledge I have acquired over these past years to protect them and make the right choices? With Sravanthi I will always feel that I didn't have enough time with her, for now she is a grown woman. And time is past when my experiences have any relevance in her life today. 

I am immensely happy for your presence in my life - dear dear child. You are both my blessings and the accumulation of all that good karma in my life. To serve you is a pleasure and a joy I never knew can exist. 

Love you. My stars. My blessings. My daughters..... 


31 August 2015

Actually, I can......

I first saw those words written by Ramya, my daughter. And I asked her what she meant by that. And she said - do you know how frustrating it is when people underestimate me or think I can do less than they can? Simply because I don't 'see' the world as they do. So it's to show them that - actually, I can do whatever I want. 


It was the first time that I heard such a long explanation from my usually calm and smiling younger daughter. I had to ask her, 'do I also do that'? 

She hesitated just for a few seconds and replied, 'yes Amma. You do sometimes......' She must have noticed the horror in my face because she corrected herself immediately. So sorry, Amma. I didn't mean it like that she said as her face hung. I reassured that she had nothing to be sorry about while I should the one to apologize for my assumptions and I was transported to a time when I assumed she was totally well and treated her just the same way as any child. Then she became ill. Again my assumptions about how to treat her changed. Now she is nearing adulthood and again how my assumptions maybe stifling her, trying to control her unpredictable future. 

Ramya asked about how it was when  she first became ill. Those days are like a bad dream and days and nights I would rather not remember. Yet, I cannot forget them. My beautiful, laughing, smiling child was transformed. She cried in pain. Became fuzzy and difficult. She refused to eat and drink. Then the worry set in when her body became stiff and she was unable to bend her legs or her arms, she could no longer walk. She said her body was in pain and she felt her body was on fire. 

I remember the frantic search for the best pediatrician in town. Blood tests. Grandparents (my parents) totally devastated by seeing their granddaughter go through so much pain.  The first doctor said - childhood tantrums. The next was an ayurvedic doctor, the next was a homeopathic doctor. None helped. There seemed to be no cure - no help as we watched her breathing becoming more laborious. My father finally saw a bill board - let us go in here he said. Its a pediatrics clinic. As little Ramya lay in my sisters arms - stiff  and barely breathing, in the waiting room, he doctor came out. Within minutes he shouted and said - ICU now!!! He brought her back to life. Brought her back to me and I will be eternally grateful to him. 

Dr Radha Krishna, he said to me she will be awake and normal within 6 hours. Even my gradfather, who had undiagnosed cancer at the time, slept on the floor that night - for the health of his great grand child. I just sat at her bedside and exactly as told by that God sent doctor, Ramya woke up and showed me - a drawing. Look, amma. I am drawing! Please don't worry any more, she said. And I remember how my parents, my grandparents, everyone heard her and hugged her and kissed her and left saying she needed rest. I myself sent a silent plea to God. This is the second time, you have tried to take her away from me I cried in my heart. I promise to guard her with my life. I promised all the Gods. Everyone of them I could think. 

Within the next few weeks we made all the preparations to return home with intravenous calcium and we made it home in one piece before I collapsed. 

The real story began then. The diagnosis. The uncertainty. The doubts. The questions. Why? Why? Why? Why? There were no answers. I stopped sleeping in our bed and moved to Ramya's room. I woke up every hour to check her breathing, convinced that God has decided He needed my good, beautiful child with him. 

Right now, to continue will take much more will power from me than I feel I have.  

I also have to mention my older daughter. She is an incredible young lady. Within days her life too changed and yet she remained strong, supportive and at a time when most teens would have acted impossible due to the lack of attention she stood my us, beautiful and stoically. Today she is a doctor. Today is simply a support from afar and the moment she arrives sunshine arrives with her. She is Ramya's inspiration. 

You can read Ramya's version of the initial diagnosis......
Let me link to my daughters blog. Because that is who she is today. And I am proud of her. She is an incredible child. 
Www.actually-ican.blogspot.com.

Love and peace.... More to follow. 

Prasantha. 

12 February 2015

What is happiness?

This year, I want to look within myself. To see what it is that makes us happy. And does happiness bring with it contentment? I feel that we depend more and more on external factors to make us happy - like if I get that raise, I'll be happy, it I can buy that house, I'll be happy or even something as simple as - if I lose 10 kgs, I'll be happy. 

Happiness seems to be linked with something, often, something that is not directly connected to our contentment or rather I should say our inner contentment. Happiness is expressed through the external although we laugh, we sing, we smile, we are generous and so on when when are happy. We want to share it with the world. 

So if happiness is an internal emotion that we must find in our own minds, hearts and souls, why do we strive so much to show it externally? 

Or have I misunderstood the whole concept? 

This year, my aim is to find out what makes me happy. Am I defined by making others happy? Is that who I am? What makes me happy? Just looking at a beautiful sunset? Or a flower that will fade away? Or the majestic mountains that will not fade away for at least another million years? Are they all not external sources of happiness? Just like a new television. Or a new phone? Or some jewelry??? Makes me smile - it's the season of gifts and I find that all I want is peace. Peace in my heart. In my soul and in my mind. Peace in the world. A peace that has no boundaries and a peace that brings us together - not tear us apart. But will this peace bring me happiness? Or will I want more? 

Please share your thoughts with me...... 

Love and peace - my friends

Prasantha. 

5 November 2014

It's been a while.......


Dear friends,


It's been a while, a long while since I wrote my blog. It isn't because I didn't have any thing to say, but I was moving through life at a very fast pace. I had wanted to write the story of a life time only to realize that I needed more than a few moments here and there. 

I wanted to get into shape and realized that its hard work and I am still a project in progress. 

I wanted to get healthy but realized giving up chocolate is not an option and am still trying to figure out where did my self-control go? Why have I let myself come to such a stage where every part of me needs to be fixed?

Or maybe it's not me that needs fixing. Perhaps its the world around me that needs fixing? 

When will I learn to look at myself in appreciation instead of derogation? As always, there are never any easy answers and so the days pass. 

I have had alot of time to reflect and think. Mostly because I have had an ACL tear and had to be operated on. The right knee is now slowly gaining strength and I have been spending sleepless nights in contemplation whenever the pain subsides and allows my mind to think. 

It is amazing- how we function as humans. I have more respect for my knees and legs now than before, realizing that without their cooperation, there is very little I can do. And being surrounded by so much love, makes me humble. Knowing that I have a mother and father who have the energy to support me and bear me makes me feel blessed. A child who is an inspiration for all she faces makes me feel joyful and proud that she is my child. 

Perhaps all is not so wrong in the world. And perhaps it's only our attitude that needs fixing and not the world. 


So take some time and let me know your thoughts on what you are contemplating on these days. 

With love and peace

Prasantha 

12 February 2014

The Indian Man.....

I will say, generally speaking, Western men, specially Scandinavians are known to participate equally on the home front and do it gladly. They don't think taking care of their children, cleaning the house, dishes or cooking as mainly a woman's job but a shared responsibility.

But then again, there are those who are just like men all over the world - who have expectations from their wives/ girlfriends and what their roles are or should be. Basically we would find all kinds of men just as we would find all kinds of women. 

So, when I hear some of my Indian friends say, 'oh, he's a typical Indian man, you know,' in a particular tone of voice, almost derogatory, I look at their husbands, their sons. And wonder - what are they actually saying about their husbands and sons? 

But, personally I feel, it gets worse: when an young Indian man stands up and says - oh I used to be a typical Indian husband but I changed. And then he proceeds to point to other older Indian men and say, he told me to listen to my wife, he showed me how to wash dishes, he helped me teach my daughters football.... Then I am left with this question - were those not Indian men you just pointed out who helped you become a better husband and father? Are they not typical Indian men? So, I am left still wondering - What makes a typical Indian man? 

Why do we look down on ourselves and our Indian men? I know they are not perfect, but then again - who is perfect? 

In every society, even one as liberal and where there is much equality between sexes as the Scandinavian society, women are abused, women are raped and harassed on the roads with cat-calls and so on. And if you think its the so-called immigrant men where women seem to have a lower social standing, you are in for a shock. Its actually Norwegian men who are often the ones that call out names after women on the streets. So what is equality? The right to work equally as a man, and earn equal pay alone? Or is to be able to walk the streets as freely as any man, not judged by our dress and looks?

I am of course being harsh - I do see that there is always room for improvement. Real equality is actually mutual respect in my opinion, an understanding from your partner that, as a woman you have several responsibilities - old parents and their care, children and their progress, ones own career, making a comfortable home (shopping, cooking, cleaning, laundry etc) for everyone. And that has nothing to do with whether you are Indian or Western. It has to do with feeling confident in your role as a partner and appreciation of one another. And its also understanding that men too have more responsibilities that they didn't have before - such as changing diapers, cooking, cleaning, parents, and their own careers too. We still expect our men to fix the car, change the tires, mow the lawn, do all the small repairs around the house etc... Don't we?

Indian men, at least in my opinion (and I know only a few men close enough and therefore my knowledge is limited), are the same as anywhere in the world. Its how we as mothers bring up our sons and daughters. And so it seems - its still the woman's responsibility.... What do we teach our sons and daughters? Back to the start.............

Have a great day friends..... 


With love and peace

Prasantha

30 July 2013

Is it all attitude?

I am in awe!

Norway is a beautiful country, I am sure you've heard about it a dozen times. But as any country it has its ups and downs. While living here for the past 25 years, its easy for me to criticize this country on some issues and get blase about that which we initially appreciated this country.


View from our room

Today, what I wanted to tell you about this place that I am stayed at, a health resort for both physically and mentally challenged children and young adults and their families.

Its a place called Beitostølen. From the moment I arrived, I was made to feel that anything I demanded, whether it was vegetarian food, or that our medicines are stored carefully in a fridge and a specific time to collect them was not a problem. Everything could be accommodated. We were personally taken to our room, shown the important places that we would need immediately. The cook in the restaurant noted down that we were diabetic, that we were vegetarian and we were Indian. There were some cleaners in the corridor and they were cleaning away and chatting with each other. I saw a group of young people, two in wheelchairs and several sitting around in the lobby. while we were waiting to register ourselves, these youth were talking about hair and how to maintain it. After a long time, I was so happy to hear young people, whom I know have several health issues (that's why they are here in the first place) talking about simple everyday issues. It brought a smile to my face as I saw this young very beautiful girl, in a wheel chair tossing her head, letting the boys see her bountiful mane and drawing attention to herself by saying - but my hair gets ruined so easily. And of course receiving compliments to the contrary.

View from the restaurant 

The second day I was there, I took a walk with my daughter who was very ill last year and therefore qualified for this stay, paid entirely by the state for her and myself for three full weeks As I was walking with her I told her that I wish I could build such a place in India. She smiled and said, would it not be expensive? Yes it would, but as I thought more about it, I realized that it is actually easy to build a building and make sure that all the equipment etc is installed. But the beauty of the place was not the building or its setting (although that too helps in creating the total picture). It was the people who worked there.

Its all in the attitude, in my opinion. Whether you are a cleaner, doctor, nurse, cook, or the receptionist: you were important to the smooth running and in creating that relaxed atmosphere. Everyone was equal. That I realized is what makes Norway a unique place. Its how they treat all people - equally. A cleaner is not looked down on, she/he are given due importance. The nurse often has better command over the needs of a patient and guides the doctor, the receptionist knows who is in what room and what their special needs are. Of course, I have not even began to talk about the activity leaders, physiotherapists, occupational therapists and students who are under training, or the stable personnel.

So while I can build the building, I wonder if I can bring similar attitudes to the place I want to build. Will these patients be looked down on? Will the cleaner be shouted at simply because the receptionist is higher on the social ladder? Will the doctor ignore the nurses' advice simply because she is just a nurse? And the sports instructors and students, the stable persons, all of them with their important roles that make everything run so smoothly and are experts in their areas?

These are just some of my questions and thoughts. What do you think?

Love and Peace

Prasantha

14 February 2013

Love is in the air

Happy Valentine's, dear friends.

When it comes to love, nothing has changed, since man was born he knew what that indefinable emotion is. Our need to be loved, our need to love, to care for others is the strongest emotion, in my opinion. For without love, kings would not exist, man would not stop going to war to save the lives of the people he holds dear. Without love, women would not risk their lives to bring new life into this world. With great love, there is also great sacrifice, it seems.

So, I celebrate today, just to be able to let you all know I cherish many people and on this day, I am thinking of all the people who've touched my life with love and positiveness.

I LOVE YOU!!


Honestly speaking, I never gave that sentence much importance and often even felt embarrassed saying it.... That is, until my daughter never let a day or night pass without her letting us know she loved us and waiting until we repeated it back to her... She horded her 'I love you's' like a miser.

Yet today, perhaps it has to do with age or confidence, I truly do love regardless of the other persons love for me and express it freely. Or perhaps I am no longer afraid to show that I am vulnerable, and saying I love you comes naturally to me and makes me feel stronger rather than weaker.

And I have discovered that those simple words, even when one is angry have such power to forgive, to forget ones hurt and yes, those words sometimes makes us melt and wrap our arms around the one we love and hold them close to our hearts. Action speaks louder than words, wise men say, but this one sentence, sincerely said, sometimes has all the power to make us feel humbled and make us just a little less selfish, make us willing to set aside our personal ego and pain. In any language.. :-)



Love is really all we need, to make this beautiful world of ours a better place....................

Love and Peace, my friends. Wishing everyday is a Valentine day :-)

Prasantha.

30 January 2013

What do we teach our children?

I've been thinking a lot about boys and girls. Once, when I saw a mother hitting her son and I tried to stop her, the mother did not like me interfering. She turned around and said, "You don't know how to raise boys......... They need harsher treatment or they don't learn!"

And I started thinking, so we teach our sons that hitting is alright, violence is acceptable. An eye for an eye. And I see all around me, parents who justify their sons bad behavior or lack of consideration by saying - boys will be boys. What does that actually mean? Are boys born to be naughty? Or pull and push and that they come first- always? Are they born with those attitudes?

 It seems to me that it is we, the mothers who make that distinction. Why do we tell our boys that its alright to be aggressive, a go-getter. Its alright to be ambitious, put your job before your wife and family, its alright to go out and hangout with your buddies after work, its alright to take out your frustrations of work on your wife. After all, she's been in house all day, doing nothing - just raising the children, cleaning, cooking, all natural abilities that every woman is born with. She doesn't HAVE to work......... Let's not forget that we also teach our boys that they are privileged. It is shocking to learn that it is the so-called educated urban Indians who have increased abortions based on gender. What is all that education for, if it cannot translate into better understanding and a change in attitudes towards our girls?

And we tell our girls to be patient, wait their turn, smile even if it hurts and don't talk too much or laugh loudly. The rules on social behavior are given to our daughters even before they even have a chance to find their voices. We are even told how we should think - if you don't want to get married and serve your family, then something is wrong with you. If you cannot take care of your younger siblings, its a failing. If you wear a shorter dress, then you are shameless. If you voice your opinion, you don't know how to behave.

So in my opinion, its time to teach our sons that it makes a better world when you see women as humans like themselves. It makes for a better world when you treat another human being the way you want to be treated, irrespective of whether your are inside the home or outside....During war times and peaceful times.

Yet, as I am writing this, I seem to have more questions, and fewer answers.............

When will we change? When will we learn that all of us - man or woman, we all born to a WOMAN? Without the female form, would all of our beautiful Earth's creatures exist?

Love and Peace

Prasantha

14 January 2013

Is everyone cut out to being an entrepreneur?

This is personal journey for me... And I ask myself these questions everyday. Perhaps those of us who are thinking of breaking out of the normal and expected mode would like to join me and together we can find the answers we are seeking..

As I look at various sites and articles by several carrier coaches, most recommend that we should quit our day and steady jobs and start for ourselves. Mostly because it is so rewarding. You will be your own boss, you will be able to decide your lifestyle and while you work hard, maybe more than in your regular job, you will still have time be at home, to play with your kids or take them to the game and so on...

Does that make sense? How can you put in more work when building your business and still have time to do all the things you love with your kids and family?

What about income? Can your family afford NOT to have a steady two-income cash flow? What do you like doing? What kind of person are you? Do you like the simple and uncomplicated? Do you like predictability? Are you happy in your current job? And even if you are not, does it give you a strong sense of security?

I believe before so many career guides tell us that the best way to have a satisfying carrier is to start our own company, spend a little time thinking about it - whether its the right choice for you. It may sometimes be easier to just find a good balance at work, be able to tell your boss where your limits are. Stand your ground.

Ideas are wonderful. Everyone should have them but if those ideas are your dreams as well, then go for it. While the uncertainty is terrible and you may feel like you are the only one in the whole world who believes in you, living out your dreams or making them a reality is a truly wonderful feeling. And you are not alone. :), it just feels like it sometimes. 

I will continue this for a little while longer. But do share your views with me.. what would you like to discuss?

Love and peace
Prasantha

9 January 2013

A Mothers letter to her daughter...........

My dearest daughter,

Time flies, really really fast. I still remember when you were born. I cried and everyone tried to reassure me that those tears were tears of joy. I suppose they were right, but I still can recall how frightened I was. As long as you were a part of me, I could protect you as I protected myself, but the moment you left my body, I realized I no longer had any control over your destiny - for good or bad. You are now an Individual......

That realization hit me hard. But not as hard as the sudden love and possessiveness I felt towards you as I held you in my arms. I always was afraid of commitment, but I realized now, as you lay peacefully unaware of my inner turmoil, that NOW I was committed, whether I liked it or not. NOW I was attached, whether I liked it or not. I was responsible for bringing you into this world, I held in my hands the power to destroy you   or make you a responsible citizen of this world, a good person.... I have tried to be humble in this Herculean task of being your mother. I don't think I have always been successful and only time will tell if I have done a good job or not.

Raising you was a pleasure; every time you ripped up one of my favorite books, I proudly showed it to  friends telling them how strong you were. Every time you broke a glass, my Waterford crystal which was a rare piece of glass, I was more concerned that you did not get hurt. Every little thing you did made me hug you, praise you, kiss you until you pushed me away..... until you became 6 years old and school started.

Then I realized that my expectations raised, along with your age. Sit properly, eat properly, don't rip your books, don't make a fuss, don't destroy the things around you, be careful.... hurry, hurry, hurry - we don't have time to play. Toys were replaced by timetables, random activities were replaced by clubs and organised sports, stick figure drawings were thrown out and you were asked to draw better. When did it all happen? Why didn't you stop me? I love you, my dearest, for absorbing all that and taking my worries for what they were - small and soon to be forgotten incidents, in the big picture.

Today, you are a grown woman, with experiences of your own. Now you see that I am not perfect but I gave you my best, yet you still love me. You stand a head taller and look down on me, yet in your eyes - I still see the awe you have for me, your mother. I am so happy to see you have grown into a brave young person, who stands up for her beliefs, who follows her heart even if it may not be what I think is best for you. People are drawn to you and your smile. Your inner beauty shines, you are stronger than I ever imagined you would be..... And I remember your words, when I said you were beautiful.

"Its alright to be beautiful, mom, but I think being smart is more important, being good to others and kind is more important". You were 5 years old. I was proud of you then, I am more proud of you now.

Maybe I didn't do such a bad job after all, considering how frightened I was..........

With all my love......
Your mom

With love and peace

Prasantha 

31 December 2012

New Year Resolutions!!


New Year Resolutions!!



Every year, as far as I can remember, I have always made New Year resolutions. I still remember when my resolutions were simple -  get better grades, be good, go to every party..... As I got older, the list got harder and more complicated - find the right man and get married, have 2.5 children, get rich fast....

So this year, I have a simple list. Here is my list - what does yours look like?
  1. Appreciate the little things in life (well, you know those two carat little shiny rocks in the jewelry store - I would appreciate them for my birthday.... Hey I AM appreciating the little things in life!!!)
  2. Lose weight (what self-respecting woman NOT have that on her list?)
  3. Exercise more (I am proud of myself here, I got myself a step counter. Now all the steps I take from the sofa to the kitchen to get a snack, count. But I think its not working properly, missing a couple of numbers)
  4. Be calmer and more peaceful (but I can't help it if the people around me make it their New Year resolution to irritate me!)
  5. Be more honest (of course, all those white lies don't count)
  6. Clean out the garage and get rid of all the clutter (well, not the Masterpiece I drew when I was 3 or 4 years old. I was meaning to frame it and display it. And that dress - I looked so good in it in my college days- when I lose my weight then I will fit into it, and all that exercise equipment - I will need that to lose weight. You know what, let me keep this resolution for another time)
  7. Stop buying more than I need (Oh come on!!! Can't a girl have any fun?)
  8. Contribute to World Peace (Of course, it's all in my hands - let me try peace on the home front first)
  9. Be more environmentally conscious (exactly where was I supposed to put that empty tin again?)
  10. And finally, but not last: eat healthier (CHOCOLATE here I come! Didn't recent research show that chocolate actually makes you lose weight? And makes you happier? Now armed with my new step counter and chocolate and all those trips to the grocery store - wow, by March I would have achieved my goal, in fact several of my goals - 2, 3, 4 AND 10!)
To make me feel confident that I am on the right path, I have major companies behind me; selling me a dozen quick fixes. All I have to do is buy that new wonder pill to lose weight, or join that self help course and voila! inner peace. Or join a few health clubs - it's ALL for free in January as long as you buy a full years subscription..... The choices are too many and I don't know where to begin!

So this year, I've made up my mind - I AM JUST GOING TO BE MYSELF! With my double (or more) chins, and with all my complications and temperament, desires, wants and needs.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, my friends.

Whatever your resolutions are for this year - enjoy yourselves and laugh a lot, love freely and share. Start with sharing your resolutions for this year with me...........

With love and peace

Prasantha

13 December 2012

Christmas- my personal meaning


The festival season has started, at least in the Western hemisphere!! A flurry of activity is seen everywhere around me. I love seeing the lights, warm, spicy smells coming from the cafes, shops offering warm waffles, and the spicy drink. Even the cold somehow seems to be welcoming. From childhood we are shown pictures of snowmen and snowflakes, singing carols about sleighing in the snow. Even in India, I actually remember sitting in a hot classroom, with temperatures almost 30 deg C and making a Christmas card with a snow man made of cotton..... And of course remember the all time famous song by Bing Crosby - 'I'm dreaming of a White Christmas'?

But I digress. I said I loved Christmas. Perhaps that is not entirely true. I don't like buying presents, I don't like cutting up a tree (even if another one is planted in its place). I don't like all the over eating and then dieting roller-coaster. I don't buy into the concept that "when in Rome, do as the Romans do". My children have learnt that if they want to give presents, they had to make them themselves. They were allowed to give, but please don't bring home another angel figurine or a bubble bath that none of us will ever use! 

So, what do I love about Christmas? To tell you the truth - its an image I have. An expectation, if you will. And all because of a story that I was told by a kind-hearted nun in Ireland. 

Here is the story, perhaps she told it another way, but this is just the gist of it:

"This day, a child was born. He was to be a King among men. He was to be the son of God. He was blessed. But his birth was humble, it was in a stable, alone was his Mother, having no place to stay for the night. 

Light came however. And she was no longer alone. So, just as it was for Mother Mary, it is the same for so many people even today. No one should be lonely or hungry this day, at least on the day when a King is born.

Light a candle, place it by your window. Remember that today, when it is cold, and dark, there is still light. Let no one, young or old be alone. At least for this one night let the lonely, hungry and alone know there is light, your home warm and welcoming. Christmas is sharing of this light. 

And you don't have to be a Christian to share your kindness with others less fortunate."

And that to me, my friends, is Christmas. I felt the message in my heart and from that time onward, I still light a candle and place it by my window for the world to see that they are not alone. I make extra food - just in case. I tell the story of Christ's birth to my children, just as I tell the stories of Rama and Krishna. It is time to reflect and think about more than oneself. Every year, I wait in mild excitement - will some one who needs help knock on my door?

Enjoy the season! This season of giving. I only wish we had the same sprite all the year around :-)

What personal Christmas experiences would you like to share? I hope to hear them. Please feel free to tell me.

Love and Peace, dear friends.....

A few cards made by my younger daughter for her friends and teachers :)

Prasantha

3 December 2012

Can we ever justify physically abusing our children?

A recent case in Norway about an Indian couple who were arrested for abusing their son has been in the media. I would also point out the obvious that these stories that appear in the media are more complicated than what the press can ever cover. In this case, as in the previous one, the child had a behavior disorder. No case that reaches court comes there over-night. It takes months of observation and discussions from several sources before it ever comes this far.

The case is of course complicated, the Indian media claiming that the Norwegian government and its rules on Child Protection are threatening foreigners and immigrants. The law seems to target children form other countries, immigrant parents are innocent victims and so on.... The media needs viewers, so sensationalism is very much in their interest. And of course, there is no smoke without some fire. But I leave the main part of this discussion to others. 

Here I just want to talk about violence against children and just touch upon cultural understanding. 

Is there any reason or excuse in this world for abusing our children? Do we still live in a world where we expect children to be seen but not heard? 

We, as women are outraged at the abuse and violence against women. We hold protests, we have organisations and governments lobbying against this most terrible injustice. We as women are adults, we can walk away, even though I know it is not easy. But can children walk away from abusive parents? Can they walk away from the people whom they are completely dependent on? They did not ask to be born, they did not choose their parents. We, as adults, at least can choose our partners in life.

Whether this particular couple has abused their child or not is not a matter of which country they have come from or which culture they have been brought up in, in my opinion. Abuse by anyone, is a matter of a lack of respect for the life they have brought into this world. It is a lack of understanding of the enormous responsibility that they have as parents - making sure their child is happy and in turn becomes a responsible adult. 

The Norwegian laws are for the protection of the weakest section of our society as they view it in their country. Children are the most loyal and trusting of all humans. It is our job to protect them and give them the best of ourselves. Because tomorrow they will be a reflection of ourselves. Have we raised them to be human? Or animals, where there is only room for the strongest?

At this juncture, I want to say it is not easy for anyone coming from a vastly different land and culture that India is compared to Norway. I can understand the frustration, the uncertainty and insecurities that we would all face when we realize that everything is different. To complicate the picture, we have no network. No elders to intervene or even curious neighbors to curb our actions. What happens behind closed doors actually remains behind closed doors. 

I think it would be unwise of us to underestimate the pressures and stresses that many young parents face, in addition to being first-time parents without some elders to guide them during the first crucial years. After all, our children may look like us, but they are separate individuals and will not necessarily even think like us. They have grown up in another country, in another environment. It is an enormous challenge to make sure that we find similarities within our own cultures and in our host culture. It may be advisable to sometimes seek help from within the community, where one can share experiences and help one another in finding ones way in  a new country. 

I believe that certain rules of society are the same, where ever we are in this world: no child abuse, no violence against the weaker part of our society. I don't think we can ever justify violence against those who are dependents on us.

It is however a challenge for the Norwegian child protection authorities to understand certain cultural differences. Sitting around the TV and doing home work together with our family members is not a failure to take good care of our children, eating with our fingers is not a failure to take good care of our children, sleeping with our children in the same bed when they are small is not a failure to take good care of our children, to tell our children that they need to behave when in public and use threats such as "no nursery for you" or "we'll go back home to our homeland" or "no more chocolate" is not a failure to take good care of our children. 

If you look on the other side of the picture: immigrant children, specially Indians, are doing well in schools and Universities, they respect their elders, they are hard working and high achievers. Why is that so? Can children continue to show such success if they are not able to assimilate into the Norwegian system? Or if their parents have simply closed their eyes and ears to what Norway has to offer them and their children?

The authorities need to also be open to a dialogue, not a monologue. As long as it is seen as important that immigrants understand the local laws and the Norwegians don't have to understand or accept different cultural viewpoints, we will be at a standstill. While is it important for immigrants to understand the Norwegian laws, the child care services need to understand the subtle cultural nuances. That can only happen when Norwegians too can climb down from their high moral horses and meet the immigrant communities half way.  

And I think we that in all communities, Norwegian, Indian or immigrant, we agree that violence is NEVER THE ANSWER - SPECIALLY VIOLENCE IN THE NAME OF LOVE............ There can never be love where there is violence against those who depend on us for their well-being. 

Love and peace, my friends. 

Prasantha

12 October 2012

All about everything

Welcome to my blog!!

Today I just want to share a few thoughts on creativity. You know how some people say that they are not creative at all? Well, I find that that is NOT TRUE. We are all creative in so many ways. Here are just a few examples:

My husband: He is a doctor, as grounded a person as you can imagine. Yet, today he has his own blog and during his college days drew cartoons/ jokes and was published, not to mention poetry. Just take a look at his blog. He's not just a scientist. He was also one of the first doctors to start a website offering advice to parents and others in the medical profession on childrens' health.

www.barnelegen.blogspot.no

Or my friend who is an entrepreneur and a soft ware company owner. She once told me, "I can't design or create". Well, just take a look at these dresses that she designed and had stitched for my daughters. She has her own fashion/decor blog.

www.homeshanthihome.blogspot.no

Or another friend of mine, at work: she makes these amazing cakes. When I asked her to make one for my daughters birthday, she said she could not decorate it well enough, because she knew I like it "well done". Well, what can I say? She made love hearts for my little girl, catching up on her love of hearts...

My daughter: I once had dreams that she would be a social reformer. She dashed those dreams by declaring that she is a Science and facts girl. She chose medicine like her father. Yet she makes all her gifts for her friends by knitting or croquet, she makes hand made jewelry and even paints porcelain that so many loved her idea, they've actually asked her to paint their wedding porcelain....

I could go on all day - I have so many examples.

Often we tend to think that creativity is the privilege of a few, but its actually those who have ideas and a belief in themselves and who dare to realize their ideas. Those are the ones we hear about and say "WOW - I can never do that!". Creativity, in my view is having ideas. The next step is realizing those ideas.

Is it the world we live in, where creativity that does not produce a sustainable income, is not valued? Perhaps we have a tendency to put a price tag on our skills and soft skills are hard to price, specially creativity.

Perhaps you can't put together a simple outfit for a party, but you sure can make that child smile. Perhaps you can't paint like Leonardo, but you sure can decorate your table and make your home a warm, inviting place. Are you getting the point that I am trying to make?

MY point is, YOU are creative, and you should proud of your creativity. As humans, we all have creativity within us and it is our unique and individual way of expressing how we view our world, this universe. That's what makes us special.

YOU ARE AN UNIQUE CREATIVE PERSON!

Have a great day!

This blog going to be about a lot of things. From starting your business guide to good management or perhaps I should say creative management and even on trying to raise kids in two cultures, the everyday challenges that parents may have. It can also be about good dining at home and the importance of making everyday a celebration! I believe its the little things that make our lives full and interesting.

Keep following my blog and please give your input. Good or bad. How else can I be provoked to think differently or question that which I believe is the only right answer. :-) And if there is one thing I have learnt: in all life subjects (except for Maths) there is no ONE right answer....

Love and peace to all

Prasantha