Antara Echoes

That my boy has settled down at his school and well-adjusted to his routine has knocked one worry off my list. On day 1, it was alarming to see my little boy with a dangling satchel in tow, trudge almost half-a-mile from the school gate, cross the tiny little bridge in his campus and climb a flight of stairs to reach his class on his own. For a mother who has him chaperoned even at the play swing, this was akin to seeing him take-off on his first space mission. Its a different story how we actually followed him on the pretext of talking to his teacher, hovered near his class, pretended to be busy on the phone when some teacher passed by and stalked his return van journey for a week. Its with some conviction I can say that we have also managed to settle down. Today, two months down the line, its a matter of pride when Avyukt returns home with a skip in his step and a new tale to tell. First week, he was full of stories of the 'brown boy'. "Who is this brown-boy, Avy? I...

If your happy and you know it, post an update If your happy and you know it, share a pic If your happy and you know it... These days people actually have so little to say and so many ways (read media) to say it. My timeline in  twitter talks of what one had for his breakfast, who bought the best brand of vinegar or when they plan to cross the road. There are yet others, who for the want of a few 'Likes' and flowery comments are ready to bare it on FB for all and sundry. Maybe its the inherent human need to be appreciated but it hardly stops there. From there stems the need to be looked up to and maybe that's why one comes across pompous status updates where they claim to eternally live-in paradise or have professionaly reached the pinnacle! Sure. Smirk. smirk. In the constant need for validation and reassurances, I wonder if they are even living the moment fully. The parties that one attend, the scumptuous food one eats in fancy restaurants, the dresses one shops f...