Thursday 21 August 2014

Stay at home mother or a working mother?

I recently came across a discussion about should a woman sacrifice her career for taking care of her children? Views both in favor as well as against the question were expressed. Both views were correct in a sense that it depends from person to person. Some women grudge the fact that they had to sacrifice their career and identity to raise their children and now those children don't respect them anymore.
It made me wonder is it better for a woman to leave her children behind and go back to work, is it okay to pursue career while the child is being taken care of by a nanny? Well, when I look around in my family and friends, I see both kind of mothers. My own mother was a working woman and during my childhood I used to dislike her leaving me to go and work. My aunts were all stay at home mothers and those who worked, did only after their children had grown up, or did part time jobs. All my friends had stay at home mothers. My sister, a dentist, left her job to raise her kids. In all these women I never saw a weakling but they all were inspiration for their children. I never saw a child not respecting his mother just because she was not a career woman. In fact I saw children asking their mothers' advice every now and them. My grandmother who never went to school was a role model to everyone who knew her.
I don't know what choice I will make in the future. Though I do want to work and study some more but right now I am raising my four month old, future still lies untold.

Wednesday 6 August 2014

Beta tere gham mein maa ko hosh mein aana bhool gaya
Tu jo iss duniya se sidhara, maa ke dil se chain choot gaya


Acchi thi ya buri thi, jaane kaisi meri kismat thi
Jisko dil ne pyaar se paala, saamne uski turbat thi

Tuesday 5 August 2014

Strange land

I feel as if my tears would never stop
I feel as if I can cry forever
While my tears can't bring you back
I know neither can my prayers
I held you close to my heart
So close that when you went away
It broke a piece of my heart
A piece that you took away
You went to the land of no return
You went and left my empty hands
I do not know how and where you are
How far away is that strange land

Friday 1 August 2014

Hurt

My sorrow is my own and none even tries or even pretends to share it. Even those who claim to be mine, do not care about it. How do they expect me to be a machine. What am I supposed to think or do, I do not know. I know I am all alone and nothing, not even my shadow is mine.