Back to Work

There was a time when I prided in myself being a workaholic, and all along as I carried that badge with pride, I never imagined I’d take a break from work. Pregnancy and motherhood never crossed my mind. And I definitely didn’t think about them until I discovered I was pregnant (nearly two years back)! I remember telling my then boss about my pregnancy…something for me and for the sake of my career, it was more important for me to know what my boss thought of my pregnancy than my husband!!

Anyways, the story of how things panned out after that is a thing of the past…I took a (well-deserved and highlyenjoyable) break. Then realised a little late in the day that I wasn’t made for a ‘job’. I wanted to have a career, but I wanted to create a job for myself. When I turned a WAHM, entrepreneurship soon followed and I realised the sense of empowerment and satisfaction that comes from it. The joy of being with my son and using my motherhood tag as an entrepreneur made me comfortable and happy.

But the impending need of making up for the loss of bank balance was a bit too much. A year and a half of being a sporadic earner, took a serious toll on our finances and so I didn’t want to wait around to make up for the loss. And so I decided to take up a job that’d give  a new push to my career.

This post for Parentous is about my journey back to work…


The moment I switch off the ignition and get off my car, I look up at the balcony. On most evenings, unless he is sleeping or is playing with his Daddy (who usually gets home before me) I find V with his nanny, waiting for me at the balcony.

I wave at him. He points his baby finger at me and gives me that adorable dimpled smile that makes me forget everything. I climb up the stairs, off load my bag and lunchbox, open my arms for V to come to me. Every day, V rushes in giving me a warm, light hug. Every day this is our exercise when I get back home. Except yesterday when it wasn’t all the same.

Like every other day, I found V waiting for me at the balcony. I looked up to him and waved. He didn’t smile back. When I reached him I saw him in his outing sandals… all booted ready to go out. “He insisted I change my sandals too,” said his nanny. I looked down at her feet. Yes, she was ready to go out too.

“Where do you think you’re going, little man?” I asked V.

You can read the rest of the post at Parentous.

Are you a mother who’s had to leave your baby at home? How does that make you feel? How do you deal with it? 

Do you think flexihours and the facility to work-from-home would make you a better employee and mother? 

Write to me and share your thoughts.


Salman Khan, Then & Now

While I have been away and absent from my own blog, I started contributing to a parenting blog started by BlogAdda. Over the past several months, I have been posting on Parentous thrice a month. I really enjoy writing for them. And I realised that parenting is such a great bonding platform.

Over the next few posts, I will re-post some of my blogs for Parentous.

V has a strange affinity for the histrionics of a certain Mr Salman Khan. So much so that his obvious fascination for all things Salman was adorable to us. Now however, it has started to worry me a little.

It’s nearly 12 in the night and there isn’t an iota of sleep in him. He narrows his eye, flashes his dimple, tilts his head to the left, and raises his hands over his head to swing to the song. His Appa, for the nth time that night sings “Pandeyji Seeti” from Dabangg 2.

Cut to a flashback

A newly pregnant woman waits for her turn at the GP. Next door is a pediatrician with a long queue of parents waiting with their impatient kids. The pregnant woman sits next to a couple with two boys, almost of identical ages that one would mistake them to be twins.

“Are they twins?” the pregnant woman asks the mother brightly.

“Oh no! They aren’t! They were born 15 months apart…,” she says trying to restrain one of the boys from getting of the chair.

The boy however has his way. He jumps of and says with a flourish, “Bhedi Singh, hum tumme itne ched karenge ki…”

All of 4, this was the younger of the two. While the older stayed close to his mother and eyed his sibling curiously, the object of our attention went into a shadow fight with an imaginary ‘Bhedi Singh’!

Read the rest of the post at Parentous and don’t forget to leave a comment!




Oh’s been so long since I wrote here that I am a little ashamed of myself. Well, not just a little, but quite a bit!

Everyday I tell myself that I must write, jot down the points, freeze my memories, capture the moments on the blog…but I haven’t been able to do any of that. So while I settled with recording numerous videos that V has grown to be obsessed with, my poor blog has been missing me. And vice-versa.

To tell you the truth, I have been having cravings…massive cravings of getting back.

So anyway, apologies to all those followers who read my blog(s). I promise to draw up a blogging schedule and stick to it. Time to bring some sanity back into one thing that I really enjoy.