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Are you living your dreams; or, of your Parents?

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Live your life. Make your dreams come true. Turn your dreams int reality. Live your dreams.

Sounds familiar?

Too familiar?

You must have seen/heard these lines in so many motivational/inspirational posters and speeches. For 10 seconds or a minute, while you are reading that motivational line; you will feel a positive boost to your life and then, either you will sulk knowing your reality is different from your dreams, or you will feel good about living your dream life.

If you are living your dream then you must be elated about your life; and must be dreaming some new dreams. Carry on!!!

But, if you are not living your dream; have you ever given a thought, whose dream are you living actually?

If you are an Indian, there is a very good chance, that your life is a manifestation of your parents dreams. You may be a doctor, or an engineer, or a civil servant, or even can be a sports person; but there is a high probability, that you are, what your parents wanted you to be. Infact they must have decided it the moment you were born, or went to your first school, or college.

Every parent in the world, wants their children to do good, but it is not enough for Indian Parents. They want you to do better than their neighbors kids. So good, that they can boast of it later in front of whole social circle and relatives.

How they do it?

They will fill your brain with only one thing – that is – to be that someone, who they aspire you to be. If they want you to be doctor; they will make no conversation end without pointing it out to you, that how disappointing it would be, if you don’t become a doctor. You can be a total disgrace to family, if you choose to become something else. You became a Manager in a company, not good enough, your parents wanted you to be a Doctor. What a disappointment you are. Slap!!!

God forbid, you are an Indian girl; your parents are more worried about your marriage than your career. I remember the time when I had to fight my own parents, just to get education of my choice, and not do B.A. and get married. You have to fight so you do not get married, You have to fight for education, for career, for marriage, for everything in your life; irony being, you are fighting not with society but with your own parents and close relatives.

How many of us has the courage to speak up and fight for our dreams? It’s hard to stand up and fight your own parents, but it is worth it, when you achieve your dreams, and live life of your choice.

I respect those who live life on their own terms, regardless of what their parents, or relatives, or society, think of them.

Your dreams can be the same what your parents have dreamt for you. You may also want to be a Doctor, like your parents want of you; but what matters is have you dreamt of being a Doctor?

Remember ultimately you are living your life, and no one else can do it for you. So, better start living your own dreams, than following others.

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All Kids in School….Finally!!!

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When you are the Mother of Three kids, only thing that is lacking in your life is – some quiet time.

My daily schedule starts with when I wake up and go to bathroom to get freshen up, and before I could lock the door, at-least one of the three kid will be on the door, rubbing eyes and calling for mamma. From that moment to the time when they sleep at night, I am never alone, not for a second.

Yesterday, it was different. Now that my twin boys Otu and Renne, have started their school, and joined Tisha. All three in school, at the same time.

You know what that means? That means, I would get the chance to be all alone. Lots of Me Time for me 🙂

Before they left for School, my first thought was, that I have to actually drag them to school, and they will cry and won’t leave the house. I was expecting at-least Renne to cry for his mamma, and not leave the house without creating a lot of ruckus. I was wrong. So, Wrong. 😦

None of them cried. Not a single tear. Not even a little. Instead, they were all jumping with excitement. Specially Otu, he didn’t even looked back. Guess, they were as excited leaving me, as I was longing for some alone time.

It was bad. They should have cried. I remembered, I cried it first time I went to school. Maybe, my kids don’t love me, or they are just super duper excited to see their school. I prefer to believe the second option. :O

So, they left, and I was still standing their, waving goodbye. I never thought, it would be so hard to close that door and come back to an empty home.

My home had never been this quiet, not even at night, when everyone is sleeping, and my someone special is snoring 😛

I decided to take a long bath. A luxury I could have now. It’s boring to take a bath when you don’t get the company of dinosaurs, mickey mouse, dolls and juice bottles, in your bathtub. No one to pay you a visit in every three minutes and ask you “Mamma, bath done?”

What Next?

Tried calling everyone on phone…. but, what to talk about. It’s no fun, when you are on phone and there is no yelling in between “Renne, come down. No jumping allowed”.

Nothing interesting on tv. Facebook is dull too, nothing new, same old boring posts.

Looked at the time…. only half hour has passed. Are you kidding me? What will I do for next few hours?

What if Renne is crying in the school? Or, they want to do Pee Pee and not able to say so? What if Otu is hungry or need some water? I started worrying, and it actually helped me in passing some time.

I have never waited for someone like this long. Hours were the longest and my patience…..

Those were the longest three hours, but they were worth waiting for, because when they came back and all three of them hugged me hard…. kisses on my cheeks and everyone of them telling stories of school. Tisha telling about the big green Dinosaur that she saw in school, or Otu showing the drawing he made, or Renne, shouting chicken, chicken, chicken… I want chicken. 🙂

Normalcy returned to my home…… everyone was yelling, and I was smiling, with a small tear holding itself strongly in the corner of my eyes.