Friday, May 13, 2016


I realized in the middle of the night that I hadn't posted anything in my blog for almost two years. Yes! It's a pretty long time. I had been 'mind-blogging' (if I may say that) for a long time. I could easily say that the last one year or so in my life have been the most life-changing year of my life. I have become a mother. I am blessed with a baby girl. I have become a person that I had never been before in my life.

Sometimes, I had felt that there was a lot of hype about motherhood and pregnancy. But I feel it deserved the attention it called for. But that also doesn't mean that this is the "ONLY" major thing in a woman's life. I enjoy my phase of motherhood. I totally adore my little angel. She is still a thing of wonder for me. The wonder and disbelief that she is made of my flesh and blood. The wonder that I helped create a new life. The wonder I felt when I saw my wee little baby for the first time ever. I still marvel at my one year old toddler because I never thought she would grow up so soon. How I love her smiles! I love the look on her eyes when she is discovering and learning new things everyday. I see her eyes filled with gratitude and love. I can go on about my little wonder.

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 Motherhood is totally engaging. Motherhood is also at times guilt-ridden. I am not a perfect mother. I do a better job when I learn things from my mother. Or may be when I get some help. I don't know someone who is perfect. It is okay not to be perfect. Perfection is an adjective often tagged along with women because she is supposed to be perfect in everything. Be it motherhood, matrimony, career or whatever. The pressure to be the best and perfect in everything she does weighs down a woman so much. A new mother is often judged, seldom given a chance to prove herself. A new mother in our society is loaded with advice and counselling on baby-care to postpartum healing to weight-gain or weight-loss that most often she loses her individuality. All said, it is a real challenge to any woman. No one is a born mother. I mean no woman ever is. Not all women are the nurturing and melting kind. Some become a mother as soon as she realizes she has tiny speck growing inside her. Some get the stirrings of motherhood when she gets the first flutter. Some get it when she beholds her little one for the first time ever. Some become a mother to their siblings. I have often felt a motherly feeling and responsibility towards my sister. Sometimes to a niece or a cousin. When I became a mother, the feeling dawned on me slowly. I would say it took a whole
week for me to really sink in and fall in love madly with my little one. I should also say that during the course of my pregnancy, every week and every month when I felt her growing inside me, it felt amazing. I talked to my bump during my alone-time. I counted the kicks. Anything and everything I did during that period made me think of the impact it had on my baby. It included even my thoughts and I used to flood my mind with only positive thoughts though I had many setbacks during that phase.

Well, as of now I have so many things going on in my mind. I need clarity with regard to so many things. My baby is constant source of joy. At the same time, I fret about being the 'perfect' mother to her. This post is a revival to my blogging, a revisiting to some of my favorite blogs and a reckoning of my motherhood days! Hope to blog more often...

Wednesday, June 18, 2014

What's in a name?

Someone happened to ask me why I chose to title my blog as "Starry Nights". So I felt I should share my thoughts that I had when I created my blog way back in 2010. I have mentioned in many of my posts that I am a nature-lover. The different sights of nature has always left me wondering how insignificant we are in the true realm of the universe which is so vast and intriguing. 

I remember a few occasions of my childhood that I spent in the hot and humid Pondicherry. I have a lot of lovely memories attached to that place. One such memory that is fondly etched in my mind is the time we used to spend in the terrace of our home gazing the night sky. We would spread the durrie and lie down sky gazing. Sometimes Dad would try hard to show me the falling asteroids but I would never sight them. So, right from my childhood I had a fascination for the Starry Nights. Hence, the title!

I was also asked why I had chosen twinklingeyes for link. Well, some of them found it to be soppy and mushy. The truth being, I just wanted my name to feature in the URL of my blog link and when I tried putting my name in different combinations, most of it was already taken - thanks to the common English word "twinkle". By choosing twinklingeyes, I just meant a perspective about life through my eyes. Surprisingly, a friend mentioned that I had her clean-bowled with the choice of twinklingeyes for my blogspot, i.e, to quote her exact words. Now, I feel I should have gone for a more serious, pedantic name! ;)

The Starry Night - Vincent van Gogh (Courtesy - Wikipedia)

I also happened to find this very famous painting by Vincent van Gogh titled  The Starry Night. Indian author and columnist Shobhaa De has written a novel titled Starry Nights. I got to know about the novel when I googled Starry Nights. I was unaware of this when I started my blog. Hope no one sues me! Strictly coincidental!

P.S: The title for this blog post owes its credit to the one and only William Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet".

Wednesday, June 4, 2014

The Yin and Yang

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Of late I have not been posting anything on my blog. No specific reason as such. If I wanted, I could have found time to post something. I wanted to but couldn't make myself do it. Though, I do visit my blog at times, I leave without updating it. Recently, a few friends who read my blog, motivated me to blog more often. And encouragements and motivations work well with me. I decided to give my blogging skills a try again.

When I retrospect my life, I feel I have accomplished quite a bit. I don't mean any monetary or material accomplishments. Every day of my life has taught me something or the other. Every year, I have matured. I understand things in a better light. I have been able to analyse and understand people in a better way. Observation has taught me quite a bit. I believe only when one introspects and keep introspecting, one has a lot of insights about oneself.

People around me have also enlightened me a lot. A few experiences have left me baffled and clueless after my interactions with some people. I feel sorry for certain people who are grown up yet not grown up. If I share a few of my thoughts, it is something like this: Some people are always interested in other people's lives, some try to intimidate others to hide their own flaws, some people worship others for reasons only they know, some people lose their individuality and are just superficial existences. Some are so negative that one regrets the time spent with them. Some spend their whole life apple-polishing. Some appear to be so sweet and refined but talk behind your back the moment you leave. Some try their best to camouflage their malice but it spills out and they cannot hide it. Some take pleasure in bossing around people. Their arrogance puts you off. For some, the only existence of life is to GOSSIP. I have also been part of grapevine but it was not my sole objective in life.

I have also had the pleasure of being in the company of people who have made me a better person. Some inspire you by the way they lead their life. Some work so hard that you are motivated to be like them. Some have a strong reason to thrive and survive which makes you find your own reasons. Some are so compassionate, you soften in their presence. Some are so disciplined, you try to find some discipline in your own life. Some are ever so cheerful, it is contagious. Some are so understanding and loving, you can always find them ready to lend an ear. Some are so sensible and level-headed, you can try to be like them. Some are so bold and courageous for all the right reasons, you can follow them.

By sharing this, I don't intend to give anyone even the faintest idea that I am perfect or flawless. I know myself. I have my opinion on things that matters to me. I will never try to persuade or change anyone. No one can change anyone but oneself. So I changed myself. I chose to ignore the negative influences around me. That makes me happier. I was under the impression that I am way beyond silly ego clashes, cat fights and taunts. But I find myself in the midst of it all. NO. I have not indulged in a cat fight yet. I thought I was very adaptable. But I realized no matter how hard one tries to adapt and adjust, there comes a point when one loses all calm and decide to sever ties with people who cannot be tolerated any more. When some people repeatedly try to hit your raw nerve, you might lose your cool which you don't normally do in public. 

So that's it for now. Certain incidents triggered these lines of thought and am happy that I could blog after such a long time. 

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

What's cooking?

It has been a long long long time since I blogged. I owe a bit of it to the hectic schedules at workplace and now at home too. Being a working woman cum housewife is a real big challenge. I have respect for all the women who have managed both effortlessly.

My cooking experiments have started. To be honest, I didn't know the 'a,b,c,d,....' of cooking like most girls of my generation. I was really getting worked up thinking how to go about it. I knew to make omelette, tea and coffee. That's it and I wasn't proud of it. I know of teenagers, even school-going kids who were more knowledgeable than me when it came to cooking. I wasn't interested in cooking. I used to think cooking is not my cup of tea. But the turn of events, fate or whatever you call it compelled me to enter the kitchen. If you have a mom who is a housewife and who is also a very pampering, protective mom, you would end up being like me. No, am not putting the blame on my mom. As I said before, I was not at all interested in cooking and stuff.

Having read somewhere, the way to your man's heart is through his stomach, I was kind of jittery. I wanted to cook well and really well so that I could keep my husband in good spirits. The biggest challenge for me was that he was a really good cook (a specialist in non-veg dishes). His mom too cooks well. Even after one year into our marriage, I hadn't cooked any delicacies for him and that's when he got a transfer to the same place that I work. And that paved way for me to enter the kitchen.. Sigh! But, that gave me an insight into my own abilities in cooking. To say that I was flabbergasted would be an understatement, because I realized I do have the skills to make something tasty. Be it the small dishes with which I started or the more complicated dishes that I mastered over the course, I did make things that were good, palatable and even I started enjoying the stuff that I made. It was actually a welcome change from the hostel food that I was having for past two years in AVVP. Now, I am not bragging about my culinary skills,but I am surprised.

So things which one thought were impossible earlier, can be made possible. This sure did enhance my confidence. I became a bit proud. Hubby has given various compliments for the things I made in the last eight months. I am happy. I was happy to discover this hidden skill of mine :) A colleague once said, it runs in my genes. My mom is an excellent cook. My Grandpa's favorite hobby was cooking. But I have not reached anywhere near them. Am still in the learning and experimenting mode. But I do sometimes feel lazy as well. Just the thought of surprising him with delicacies for the dinner, kind of motivates me. Yes, I do sound at times like a traditional Indian wife :D.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Random thoughts...

I just thought of my blog and felt compelled to visit it. And when I visited it, I thought I should post something.
I read a few blogs... very few blogs and I am particularly fond of reading a blog by one Ms. Dhanya (My Own Little World). She is a very good writer. Thoughful. Every time she makes a post, it is well thought out, well crafted and she posts  only when she has something to convey to the readers. There is, of course, the makings of a spirited writer in her posts. What I like most is the element of humour and wit that she often plays with in most of her posts. A very chubby and lively person - this is what I could make out after reading a lot of her posts. She is a veteran blogger. One more thing to appreciate about her is the way she has faced all the odds in her life and come out of it all quite boldly. Kudos girl! Well, I really don't know why my post is all about Ms.D. I don't know her personally. Just know her through her blogs and well this is how people get to know each other in blogosphere. I know that she is a serious blogger (unlike me) and also know that she is an engineer by profession and perhaps she is almost my age.Now, I didn't think that engineers could be creative. I felt science was totally cut off from arts and literature. I admit that it was a foolish notion of mine and ever since I started teaching engineering students I got to know that they too are normal people like us "arts graduates". I thought only people with a basic knowledge in Literature would appreciate the products of imagination. Many of my students are good in poetry, well read and some aspire to be novelists or script-writers!!! It was a revelation for me.

Another blog, which touched my heart was the blog by IHM (The Life and Times of an Indian Homemaker). Her accounts of her recently deceased daughter and the girl's remarkable blog (Tejaswee Rao's blog) were heart-rending. There are times when one is forced to think of God's wanton ways with his creations or rather I'm oft reminded of human mortality and frailty in the face of death.

The thought of death suddenly brought back the quick and untimely demise of a colleague. In fact, after attending his funeral rites, I was compelled to think of death and how it affects the dear and near ones of the demised. A shudder goes through my spine and I hate to think of it.

My life is bound, surrounded and engulfed by the dear and near ones in my life. If I am here, it's because of them. If I am happy, it's because of them. If I am anything in my life, it's because of them. I can never part ways with my loved ones. I love them to the core of my heart. Can't express it in words. And to be the part of a loving and caring family is the biggest blessing in life. To get a life partner whom you can trust to the core and love with all your life is again a blessing. I thank God for all that He has given me. I will be thankful ever.