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I have a daughter and I love her vvery much. Here is a little poem for her and all the lovely daughters on this daughter’s day!

A precious little flower
that is in constant bloom
I watch as yet another milestone
around the corner looms.
It seems like only yesterday
that we shared a breath
but now it seems like tomorrow
you will leave and I’ll be left.
A tiny little angel
that always is in flight
as soon as you came into my life
you brought me so much light.
Your beauty is so stunning
your smile makes me melt
I’m so proud to be your mommy
It’s the best I’ve ever felt.
Oh perfect little princess
with you I’m so in love
every night before I dream
I thank the lord above.
How did I get so lucky
to have as sweet of a gift as you
If ever you should need me
there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.

Sheena Iyengar

Yesterday, read an article about Sheena Iyengar, who is blind by birth but has come up with a book. The interviewer was asking different types of  questions, but this lady stuck to her stance. An inpiring story I must say. Am looking forward to purchase the book “Art of Choosing”. I simply liked her answer when being asked why did she take up her husband’s name as surname. All she said was that it was a politically correct choice!

For countries, shopping is no big deal… anyone can do it but in India, we

A Boeing 737 jetliner crashed due to lightening and thunderstorm in Bagota, Colombia. It had 131 people overboard and only one person died. This is being termed as a miracle by Times of India newspaper. Although the plane broke into three pieces – as depicted in the  picture on the left – all but one passengers survived thankfully.

I am slightly annoyed by the way the TOI is carrying the news. They are stating it as ‘It was a miracle only one person died’. Having worked in the content field myself, I am surprised to read that such reputed newspapers can write reports/articles even without editing them properly. But, what to say they have got only one day to paint the 22 page newspaper green…

Any opinions on this… all comments are appreciated…

This is a poem that I learnt by heart in school (class V or VI) which seems like it will stay with me forever

Hawa hoon hawa main, basanti hawa hoon,

Suno baat meri, anokhi hawa hoon,

Badi bawli hoon, badi mast maula,

Nahi kuch fikar hai, badi hi nidar hoon,

Jidhar chahati hoon, udhar ghoomti hoon,

Musafir ajab hoon.

Na ghar baar mera, na uddeshye mera,

Na iccha kisi ki, na asha kisi ki,

Na premi na, na dushman,

Hawa hoon, hawa main basanti hawa hoon.

If I remember correctly this was by Mahadevi Verma. Education has its own tags attached. Some things are difficult to learn and some things stay with you forever. Such is life.

Got up today thinking about Rouvanjit, the 13 yr old who was studying at the prestigious school, who committed suicide after being caned by the principal. Today the news is that they have banned the cane but the principal refuses  to step down! As a parent myself, I am feeling extremely sad and disgusted that such archiac methods of instilling discipline are still in use.

I am scared too coz the parents don’t know what happens inside the school! Maybe such schools should get a lesson in child psycology. The teachers should be taught how to deal with the students as they are very sensitive at such a tender age. Faults like coming late to school or not completing the homework should be brought to the notice of parents if it happens regularly. Otherwise things should be sorted out with the child in an amicable manner.