The Girl, The Woman, The Goddess

Once upon a time the world worshipped the woman. The gods called upon the goddess to save them for she was valor, strength and knowledge living in harmony with her surroundings. The harmony gave her the freedom to be who she chose to be. The goddess worshipping cultures considered their women, the giver of life.  The men had their own roles, they were the providers.  In essence, humans had found their balance and there was a man in every woman and a woman in every man. There was no room for competition. Then we discovered the fire, the wheel, the industry and here we are in 2017, still struggling with the fundamentals.

The Indian festival of Navratri celebrates the Goddesses Durga, Lakshmi and Saraswathi in all their forms for their valor, wealth and knowledge respectively.  It is nine day of fasting, dancing and celebration.  Consider it the mythological  Woman’s day celebration. Personally for me, my favorite is the 8th day. The eighth day is called Ashtami. It is the day when we celebrate the girl child.

Little girls, pure and innocent mortal forms of The Goddesses are welcomed into loving homes. They are pampered with gifts galore and in turn the little angels shower their giggly blessings and love on the family. Soon these angels grown up and cross the threshold into woman hood. We stop inviting them. Why?

Today, let’s talk about it.The Period.

Is it the girls fault that she grew up? Is it her fault that she was blessed with the gift of bearing the next generation? Is it her fault that she has no control of the when and where of The Period? If your answer to all these questions was no, then I ask you again, why do you stop worshipping her?

The Period, makes us a woman and yet we choose to shun the very essence of us. It is the body preparing the young woman for the future burden of giving birth. Nature knows how painful it is and nature also knows that the training doesn’t happen in a month. It takes years to prepare oneself mentally, emotionally and physically to bare a human child. The Period is simply a natural process that makes it happen. Then why the shaming?

The Period is nothing more than pain and discomfort that the female body goes through majority of her life. Every month she churns out eggs and then bleeds them out, so when the moment is right she can bring a new life into this world. That’s pretty amazing! It’s a supernatural wondrous quality.

The Period does not kill the sacred Tulsi plant. The Period does not curse a temple and The Period definitely does not ruin Navratri. Think about it, we are worshiping the Goddesses, they are women too. Their mortal forms probably had gone through the same pain. They get it. Trust me the Goddesses are not going to punish you if you choose to worship them with The Period. The Goddesses will not curse you, should you choose to celebrate the young woman in your life.  We call them “Mata”, which means Mother. Do you really believe that a mom will punish her daughters for stopping by to say hello? 

This Navratri, I reinvented my celebrations by choosing to ignore The Period and continue the celebrations. This Navratri I reinvented my celebrations and promised my self to continue Ashtami well into the adolescent years of my daughter. I choose to celebrate the kids today and for the years ahead.

It is time we the women reinvent faith and beliefs.

It’s time we understand that The Period is a part of every woman and we all exist because of The Period.

My dear daughter, Once a year we meet. I love seeing you in your best attire rejoicing with your friends. I love the food you make for me when I come to your home. I really don’t care if you come see me alone or if you come with the Period. I just care about meeting you. Let us continue to meet regardless of the Period. I am a woman too, I get it. Rejoice with me. Celebrate the essence of being woman, as that is the celebration of Navratri.

 

Where did the all the Moms go?

It takes a village to raise a child and being a parent is “on the job” training. The babies don’t come with instructional manuals and the picture perfect parenting books only tell half the story. A few days into the job of parenting and every parent understands the phrase “sleeping like a baby” is a myth and doctors have a checklist, beyond that it’s all about following your maternal instincts. It’s no surprise that all new moms rely on “mommy” groups to socialize and find sanity.  The socializing calms the nerves and reassures that you are not alone.  As a new mom, the only sanity check I had was my neighbor who reassured me that the colicky phase will end soon, no worries. Lo and behold it did end, however had it not been for her constantly reminding me and sharing narratives of her own parenting journey, I would have gone crazy.

As the kids grow older, life moves on, families move, kids start kinder and a phase of new friendships and mom support starts. The social element once again brings in sanity.

As the kids get older, bit by bit, these adult friendships and social support groups vanish. Why?

Why do we stop sharing the sob stories? Why do we only share the successes? These teens are the same kids who grew up together. They threw tantrums, argued, didn’t sleep on time, and we shared it all. We took cues from each other and found our solutions. Today when the kids are teenagers, we hide their sorrows, we exaggerate the happiness. What message are we sending to our kids?

Moms, again, these are the same kids. They are throwing tantrums. If we could share their tantrums at age 5, why can’t we share them at age 13,14.. and more? What happens to us? Why do we start judging the kids? So what if a calm boy starts jumping around, does that make him a bad kid? So what if a nerdy girl starts dating, does that make her a bad kid? The kids are going through hormonal changes, not us – right? Then why do we start behaving so differently?

Teenage is a roller coaster for both parents and kids and there is this preconceived idea that new moms need support and once the kids are older, the moms have figured it all out. No, that’s not true.  As a parent of a teen and tween, I can assure you the teen years will be more isolated than the baby years.

When a baby cries, the world empathizes.
When a teen cries, the world stands, stares and turns away. Sad, but true.

It takes a village to raise a kid, it’s true. It is also true that the kids in this village watch the adults and learn from them. Let us show them the collaborative communication and not the silent communication. We need communication that allows a kid to be whoever they are. A tattoo, a failing grade, a heart break, a detention, a bully, a smirk and more… these are all fixable problems, if only we spoke to each other.

It is no secret that the greatest struggle between teens and parents is communication. Let us model positive communication so they can mimic it too. We can go on this journey together or alone. Either way, we will raise successful kids, however the latter will be a very lonely and tiring journey and the former will be filled with fun, laughter, picnics and maybe girls night outs too.

Which journey do you want to go on?

 

 

 

 

 

Boys vs. Girls

I have both  and they are poles apart. Besides their genetic DNA being the same,there is nothing common between the two. She loves fruit, He does not. He loves milk, She does not. He loves cheese, she does not. She loves yogurt, he does not. He loves sports, she loves reading and the list goes on.

Boys will be boys is ingrained in our adult heads. When the boys can’t sit or stay steady, we always tell them, try to focus, have patience, try it slowly, one step at a time and you will get it OR we simply laugh it off and say, it’s a typical boy style. Failing grades, lack of social skills, naughty behavior, it all gets justified under the phrase “boys will be boys.” If lack of focus is the typical boy style, then how does it not transfer to adult hood? What happens to these hyper boys when they become men. Why is it that the hyper boys who were lagging behind in schools suddenly start dominating the working world to a point that gender inequality becomes a hot political issue.

Makes me wonder is there such thing as “girls will be girls?” Yes, there is and sadly its scarier than the boy counterpart.  I looked at my own self and how I “deal” with the differences. Unknowingly, like many parents, I too have been making a serious parenting error.  After I read the New York Times article by Dr. Heidi Grant Halvorson, I was angry at myself for making such a blatant error in parenting.  Through our parenting difference, we let the boys know its okay, just focus and you will do better next time. However for our self controlled girls who can follow directions and listen attentively in class, we compliment them on their good behavior and in turn they start associating focus, discipline, perfection with “being good.”  This playing it safe and follow the rules translates into highly capable women playing it safe at careers too. We think about consequences of events that have not even occurred and find a safe strategy so that if the worst happens we can “deal” with it. The problem is not boy or girl personality differences, the problem is how we approach those differences.

The grit that boys develop under the freedom of “boys will be boys” umbrella allows them the freedom to speak up for themselves and thus the phrase “it’s a male dominated environment.” The problem is not who is smarter.  Research has proven that smart girls and smart boys are not different. The difference is in how they react to a problem. Boys just take it head on in their “boys will be boys” style, girls on the other hand try to find the safe path and thus often feel more frustrated because intellectually they know it’s not the best solution.

What happens to those boys and girls who are exceptions to the rule? Smart girls who dare to be different and would rather shoot a basketball than flaunt a skirt, sometimes have it the worst. Their intellect demands perfection and yet their boyishness creates the need to push the limits. The combination is a less than perfect result which can be very frustrating for the perfect smart girl. But just like the typical boy, the girls here develop grit and learn to fight. It is these girls and later career woman that dare to speak up in a conference room full of men. Smart Boys who tend to follow the rules and play it safe have a hard time too for they get categorized as nerdy and boring. They lack the social interaction and can succumb to the peer pressures of the need of academic excellence as their safe heaven.

Fast forward to teenage and this becomes a bigger problem. A typical “Boys will be boys” umbrella expands to include failing grades and detentions. This umbrella though has failing grades is not judged as harshly, because they are boys and now they are discovering their manhood. The typical “Girls vs. Girls” umbrella expands to include inferiority complexes and an a sense of pseudo narcism. This umbrella is judged harshly. Questions such as  what happened to her, why is she developing this sense of self comparison, why is she following and more start creeping into a typical parent conversation.

Both the umbrellas are equally challenging and the solutions are not easy for either. At this point, the parents need to step in with nerves of steel and an unshakeable faith in the child andimages their upbringing. You cannot convince a boy that the secret to success is good grades and similarly you cannot convince a girl to not pay attention to her physical appearanteenager postce. The “need” for females to be beautiful maybe superficial but It’s an unsaid expectation of the world.  Let us just accept it and stop fighting it. Accepting this need will open doors of communication. Instead of fighting the skirts and crop tops, let them wear it. A few days in the school being dainty will bring in the realization “beauty can be tiresome too.” 13 year old boys consider “shaving” as the all act of manliness. You can try explaining the scientific reason of not starting early, but that “need to shave” to prove a point will only get stronger – so let them shave. They do it for  a few times and wish they had listened better.
Personally for me, the parenting curve has been a very steep one. There was a time when I saw my style as a complete failure. To help bring myself back on the right track, I decided to look into the past. Yes, past that is often forgotten can sometimes have amazing insights.

I realized that the attitudes of the teens are nothing more than the tantrums of a toddler.

It’s important to recognize that all the teenage attitude is just a blown up form of toddler tantrums. When they were 3 years old and threw a tantrum in Target. We did not get angry, we patiently talked to them and helped them calm down. Fast forward 10 years, tantrums become attitudes and as parents we have no patience and expect them to behave like adults. They are not adults, they are 13 years old. They still need our help, they still need the rules and they are going to try and push hard to break them, just like the 3 year old who cries hardest hoping mommy and daddy will get tired of the crying and buy the new toy, but mommy and daddy were patient then. They need to be patient now too. The smart phone is like the pacifier, don’t snatch it away. Be patient and they will eventually learn to put it away.  

As parents we need to start talking to each other  more. We shy away thinking our kids will be judged. Why didn’t we feel so when our babies were toddlers? Why was it okay to share their tantrums then and not now? Remember the parent club that helped you get past the turbo two’s without losing sanity, reconnect with the group. You might be surprised to see how desperate every parent is to talk to another.

90bfb27cf1d8874bdaca63d0241afe10 Genetics defines our physical appearance and nothing more. Behavior traits are our own. As parents we need to realize that every trait can be improved upon with patience and love.

Hold on to the parenting rope. The tug of war will continue but if as parents unite to understand their needs and differences, chances are we will be able to draw on this tug of war.

 

Blessed I am – are you?

Very excited today to be sharing a guest blog post by a very dear friend. She had asked me to do a blog post on college memories…. and for me college was a mixed bag of emotions, happiness entwined with pain, mystic, confusion, anger and in the end amazing friendships.  So I quickly turned it around and invited her to do a guest blog post.. and I have to say, her perspective and and capture of Techno is brighter than mine.  So, here you go. The moments from Techno by a very dear friend Seema Abhale. While I was trying to understand why I took admission in engineering ( I still wonder how and why I ended up there :)) she had it all figured out and today is the proud owner of Prakruti Environmental Engineers. The girl has successfully established a business in an industry that has traditionally been dominated my men.   She is everything you would a friend to be. I hope you enjoy the innocence of this post.

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BLESSED I AM _ ARE YOU?  by Seema Abhale. 

“And there I stand in the centre square of the Faculty of Technology & Engineering of the renowned University The Maharaja Sayajirao Universtiy of Vadodara,wondering whether it’s a dream or really I am at the place which I always dreamt to be as a kid!! Ooouch… i am really there!!

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The entrance to the College. Little did I know that I will build lifetime of friendships here.

I had always known this place but today as I stand here I am totally lost; as though the place is flooded with same race; can hardly see anyone known! Timid, publicly shy as I am; started my stride through the crowd towards the steps that took us to the lobby where my class would be. My heart is pounding of anxiety; the most exciting day was about to turn to be the most gloomy for not having any known friends around and then my watery eyes saw a face that instantly brought a smile and hurray there I see a girl whom I recognised at once! Not that I knew her since long but she was the one who was ahead of me while taking the admission. We did exchange the names but I hardly remembered but did remember her face – how can one forget such a beautiful mysterious face. But the happy moments are momentary; we were placed in different classes!!! Anyways for a happy girl like me the fact that someone know is around was enough and so the journey began….

Few days passed and one fine day I see a little girl with bouncy hair in a frock and shoes coming to the class along with the boys. Not very clear what but something in my heart said that she is the one with whom I can be friends with. Shy character of mine restricted me from starting a conversation and so few days went by analyzing though started being friendly with the boys – classmates!! And soon made friends with most of the classmates and also with the one which brought smile to my face on the very first day!

I am still trying to adjust in the environment and the exams days were announced. Was astonished to see others getting tensed and I am like – so what! Like time waits for none; exams came and went but the actual fun is when results are out

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The surveying lab, where we all gathered to TRY and learn. It was more of a break from sitting in the classrooms 🙂

I was never a studios student but always scored distinction in the school so was confident of it while looking to the result sheet on the notice board. And what; my exam number is not listed in for Distinction!! I scrolled down thinking maybe a first class but no I don’t see it…I keep searching for my number but didn’t find it in second class too…. I scrolled to the last grade Pass class and my face beamed like a sunshine – there it is – the very first one!!! Always contented and happy the way life placed me I was happy that I passed and so did my new friends. The days passed with a new learning each day and a remarkable one is that we have to open the window for atmosphere to come in!!! (which I religiously follow today also!!)  While I Am still trying to adjust with the university environment, new friends, new learning’s and exploring the ways to find fun in load of term works and the tensed atmosphere; year end is declared and soon we had to face the exam. This time had to give my best shot so can get transferred to a better stream of engineering. Results are out and yes I passed out and also did get a change in stream from IWM to Civil (is it better is still a question) but then am happy as had made my own place in the lobby!!

The year started with the shuffle of students and I got separated from newly made friends. The new class had more girls then the earlier one but seems they didn’t like my face! Except for one tall slender beautiful girl sitting on last bench with a spark in her eye and slight curve to her lips which attracted me and I shared the bench with her unaware that she would turn out to be my friend for lifetime. I found a new friend but still I longed for the break time when I can meet the other two friends. Days passed by with routine sharing of hi hello and a smile and when did it turned into mingling for short and then long gossips, term works, group reading and sleep over; I also really don’t remember – maybe that’s what is called friendship! and so evolved a gang of four which turned out to be the notorious gang due to its mix flavor of being naughty hotty and intelligent! A gang that dared to challenge the opposite gender, played pranks with both the genders, engaged in day long discussions at times arguments and still managed to be friends with all.

But as we all know that what has started will come to an end and so did these carefree days too. We now gathered in the auditorium to receive farewell party from our juniors; felt as if it was just yesterday that I was standing in the center square of the faculty all alone and today we are seven – seven different individuals with diverse qualities woven in an invisible bond – Friendship: a relation that is created by us which is beyond any expectations. It’s the space where we can be ourselves, speak of our mind; see what we like to see and hear without prejudice; so very eternal. Blessed are those who are able to get connected in such divine relationship – yes I am!!

Seeeemmmaaaa … wake up its morning! Don’t have to go to the office…”

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FACULTY OF TECHNOLOGY AND ENGINEERING. M.S UNIVERSITY, VADODARA.

 

 

Tweeting Tweens!

Long time ago, when there were no ipods, cell phones or even calculators allowed in school, the definition of teenage was “when a boy starts noticing that a girl is noticing him.”  Yes, its okay to laugh because it is a lame definition for the times we live in. Teenage has been replaced by Tween age and if the 40’s is the new 30’s then the 20’s is the new 10.  I am gong to stop here, because if I go further, it would mean that babies are born with the smartness of a 10 year old… and that’s a scary thought. 
Why is there such a rush to grow up? Recently I heard a tween conversation in the school and saying that I was apalled is an understatement. I was fuming. Where are they picking up this language form? I am sure their parents don’t approve of it. But then I am told that every one talks like that and those who don’t are either nerds or geeks. In other words, being polite is geekiness now.  Don’t get me wrong these are good kids, in fact the high achievers in school and yet there is this incessant desire to be cooler. “Cool,” another word that is lost in the oblivion of changing times. 
Amongst all the confidence and “I got this,” I see indecisiveness, not because they don’t want to or know how to, but more so because “what will my friends think?” The peer approval becomes the epitome of decision taking. Yet every once in a while comes along a tween who says “whatever” and takes his/her decision, it is this tween that succeeds and becomes the leader. 
Be a parent or be a friend; is the dilemma. 
When the world calls it a night and sleeps is when I put on my thinking cap and think. Just think, as to what happened, and how did the cute little kids who came running to their parents for every little achievement become so independent that even acknowledging their parents becomes optional.  I don’t like it. 
They say its about growing up; growing taller, smarter and hopefully more mature.  How does one make them understand that growing up is a process, one has to learn to grow up. Aging and growing up are not synonyms.   
The experts say be connected to your family. “Connected” is another word going through a transformation. In the 80’s.. if you asked a kid, what is that one thing which is free  the kid would probably say “air,” today they say “wi-fi.”  2014 will see Americans connected even more than before.  Every ad from any internet companies harps on how important it is for the family to be connected. But connected to what? There is a laptop, smart tablets and phones in every household.  Can communication be replaced by the swipe of a finger? 
Life is full of stresses, buckling under and following a crowd is not the answer. How we handle those stresses is what defines us.  It may be hard to be called a geek or a nerd, but mimicking others or disregarding rules to please friends cannot be the answer. 
I don’t have answers to any of the questions raised above. These are unchartered waters for me.  
I wish the tweens of today recognize their strengths. They are smart, creative and out of the box thinkers. Their thinking is crystal clear,  all they need is to tune out the buzzing of the iphone and focus on their dreams and aspirations. 

I wonder if they remember Tweety Bird, the cute innocent bird who was smart, witty and unique, just like they are: The Tweeting Tween 🙂