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The Power of Play

Mommy Mood Swings Post

The proverb “Give your kids roots and wings” always had me confused, my child was neither a plant nor a bird, so how best could I provide these roots and wings?
What I really believe in is the Power of Play. Playing with your child can enhance their empathy, teach them values and good habits, help interact with people and environment around them, and therefore the proverbial roots, and also enhance their creativity and imagination and thus sprout those proverbial wings.
Play was extremely important to my parenthood ideology, and I relied on the weekly games that Babycenter sent me during the first year of my son’s development. Their simple activities like water play and bubbles, and tummy time and so many easy activities in a non-verbal , pooping and peeing being were invaluable. Even though I am a doctor (Ophthalmologist) and my mom a Paediatrician, and I knew the developmental milestones, it really helped give me direction to what I can do with my 5 month 3 we…

Birthday retrospect : potential energy versus Kinetic energy

A few weeks back I tried to enrol my name for a Leadership program which was looking for ‘people with potential leadership qualities’, when my application was rejected. Turns out I was too old for being a leader; they had a cut off age of 31. But on further retrospection, I realised , they weren’t saying I was too old to become a leader, but were saying that If I had the ‘potential’, then at my ripe old age of 33 I should be well on my way of becoming a leader. And on that note begins my this year’s birthday retrospect. I would like to call it my ‘pre mid life crisis ‘ birthday retrospect. It was triggered by the word ‘potential’. It took me back to my high school physics; potential energy and Kinetic energy. Potential energy is the energy that is stored within, it can be  a ball held at a height above the ground, or an object being pulled on an elastic string like an arrow, or a stone in a sling. The more taut the string on the bow is, the further the arrow will travel that is the t…

mommy mood swings: A boys love for cars

Mommy mood swings : boys and cars, perpetuating a stereotype? 
He used to call them gree, may be because I used to call 'car - gadhi ' while we went on stroller rides. His favourite book was an atlas , with vehicles like planes and cars . Till 18 months he had no screen time, and on his 18 month he was crying inconsolably in the car when his uncle / maamu showed him a video of wheels on the bus. That moment , sitting in the car, driving from Palvolem to Margao, my son fell head over heels in love with the rhyme. We have heard it for 6 months straight now, everyday all day sometimes. For a vehicularly challenged mom it is amazing and amusing for me to see him tossing in his sleep saying ' purple car, red double decker bus' and no one has ever said " green garbage truck" with such love and affection.
I have always been very vocal about Gender equality and while I grew up never being denied or forced to take up on any particular gender activity, being pregnant ha…

7 things I wish I could tell my medical student self, 15 years ago

Two things happened this morning , one was the NEET (the national entrance exam of medicine) results in the Newspaper, and the second ,a discussion on our college whatsapp group that today was infact 15 years to the day we attended our first lecture as Medical students. The jubiliation of the students and parents of today as they embark on a new journey in medicine, and my own journey of the past 15 years ; the connection was like a resonance that my writing muse could not deny. What would I tell the medical student , that was me, from 15 years back? What secrets of the trade, what insider scoop could I share which would have made my journey a little less daunting, a little more fun, and may be even more satisfying? Here are my thoughts in no particular order, except as they enter my head.
1.You made it! : I think the first thing I would like my younger self to do is to celebrate , and not doubt myself. I had won. I was in. the door had closed (atleast to the medical college of choi…

confessions of a sharenter

Confessions of a sharenter
A few months back I decided to start a parenting column in a local newspaper, and while researching for articles on parenting I came across the term ‘sharenter’.
A sharenter is a parent who ‘over shares’ information about their child, whether it is cute travel pics, naughty playtime pics, food habits, milestones, even sleeping pictures of their babies.
Now to be honest, I was over sharing about my life even before my baby was born. In fact it was during the first three months of my pregnancy, out of fear that people might guess that I am pregnant, and would jinx my chances of happy motherhood, I reduced sharing parts of my day and life on social media, I deferred from sharing details of my pregnancy.B So what changed after the baby was born?

Well, even the most social media averse person, tends to share happy news with the world. And there are people of FB who have only two posts on their wall; one when they got married, and the other when they had a child. The…

I am not a flower, but watch me bloom

“I am not a flower, but watch me bloom.”
The Bougainvillea seemed to say, to all its naysayers, especially in this summer heat, when all the other spring flowers seem to wither and die.
They said, leaves can’t have colours, but the bougainvillea in brilliant shades of pink, orange, salmon and yellow, seemed to be breaking all the rules. Leaves don’t look pretty, leaves can never bloom, leaves are just food for caterpillars, said the naysayers, and the bougainvillea that had been relegated to the ‘bract’ family, not fit enough to be a flower, seemed to be showing the haters the middle finger.
I am a huge fan of Bougainvillea , infact every summer I am drawn to write about it, or repost one of my favourite pists from 2010 The namesake
A couple of months back, the people in Goa seemed to have their collective egos in a twist, when the coconut tree got renamed a grass, but did the coconut tree care?
 It stood head and shoulders above all the trees, even when the taxonomists said a grass …