Monday mornings.........................

It is Monday today. So what is so special? .. you may ask..just that it comes after Sunday.Sunday is the day I unwind, its a day I do not consider the clock, a day I walk past the kitchen counter , without stopping to wipe clean, a day I sit down and sip my coffee without bending to pick up the toys....
I would root myself with a book I picked from the library....and even when the day closes, I would be hooked on to the book ....way into the night. Turning the last page of the book , I would glance at the clock only to see that, I have already stepped into Monday.

6.30 am Monday

PP tickles my feet , trying to wake me up. Through the narrow gap I managed to open , fighting my heavy eye lids, I see him ready for office , waving bye. "Its 6.30 " he whispers trying not to wake the sleeping kids.
" Just 5 more minutes...." I mumble and snuggle inside the comforter ......

7.45 am

"Amma....Amma... I am hungry... give me maamam" my younger son is awake . I see the clock and jump up in bed....trying to figure out what all I need to do. I rush to wash my face and run to the kitchen....my son wailing behind me. I lift him up and hoist him in the kitchen counter top ...while ransacking the fridge ....I see batter...and pick up a few fruits ...

7.50am

I cut the fruits for my elder son's snack box . But my younger one keeps having his fill and I give up. I grind chutney simultaneously making baby Dosas for his lunch. I rush to wake up my elder son who is deep in his sleep. "Kanna, wake up dear, you will be late for school.."
" Amma, Amma.... " I hear screams from the kitchen...I run to find him happily grinning at me. sigh!
" I need to get down , and brush my teeth...." I lift him and put him down..then suddenly see that he has bitten on all the Dosas.. and has left only bits and pieces. No bread, no batter... now what to do...?
"Amma, he is spilling water on me?
Amma, he is splashing water all over the toilet....
Amma he is using the brush to comb his hair............................................................."
I rush to the toilet......pour out all my energy "%$%$^&^&^**(*%^%^%^&^&#@##%$%^^&^&^%^%%%^&..........................."
things seem to calm down....

8.00a.m
my elder one is in th shower... while I have hoisted the younger one in the kitchen with wheat flour.. while i rolled out chapathi... three chapathi rolls with chutney are ready for his lunch box...

8.03a.m
Rush to my son to dress him up ... with thermals , and layers of clothing to fight the severe winter.

8.05 am
" Kanna , say your prayers and I"ll prepare your breakfast" I say
"Can I have scrambled eggs and fruit loops?" he asks...

8.07 am
"Amma, fruit loops , scrambled eggs... i want: yelled the younger one

8.08 am
As they eat their breakfast, I put on socks and boots on the elder one. .. jacket , gloves , hat all ready in hand.

8.15am
I wave good bye to him as the school bus leaves for school.


I know I have already lost enough calories for the day....and looking at my messy kitchen, unmade bed , heap of laundry and a play room where I would like to see a sign "detour" ..I sit down ....and what comes to my mind is the picture of the fierce looking Goddess Kali , with numerous hands, the embodiment of power... ,Mother! I realize that was what I was a few minutes back....how else could i have accomplished all this so soon? I think of my mother who had to rush to her job at 7.30 after juggling with her home and kids on Monday mornings...I hear her words resonating in my ears...which she often told when ever I found fault or argued with her.." You will only understand when you are a Mother!"

Open the gates of heaven with this blogging blessing!

A seeker after years of penance and meditation has an encounter with Yama( God of Death , according to Hindu mythology).

Yama : I am extremely pleased with your perseverance and penance. Ask what you please , and you shall be answered.

Seeker: My humble salutations oh Yama. Do feel kind enough to answer my foolishness. I have heard of heaven and hell . Heaven is considered a place to rejoice and Hell is considered a place of suffering. You being the lord of Death will know the truth. Do tell me what kind of people are lead to heaven and what kind of people end up in hell.

Yama: I appreciate your courage in asking me this question , to which most people do not know the real answer. I will take you to both these places . See for your self. Which abode would you like to visit first, my son?

Seeker: I would wish to see the Hell first , My lord.

Thus both of them are transported to the world of hell. They stand in front of an enormous golden gate. The seeker is amazed at the sheer beauty of the entrance. As they move in , there are more surprises ahead. It is a world of his dreams. He can't believe this is hell... it is the most beautiful place he has ever seen. Yama leads him into a splendidly decorated dining hall. All the best food , he has never ever dreamt of are spread on the table. The aroma of the divine food attracts the inhabitants of hell to the table. He notices that , among all this luxury the inhabitants are devoid of energy and enthusiasm.. they look starved and pathetic. Then he notices that all their arms are strangely twisted to the outside. They gather around the food and are seated on the chairs. They pick up the food , but are unable to feed them selves , as their arms are twisted. Each time the food drops from their hands. They keep repeating the act of eating , but in vain.

Next Yama guides him to the gateway of heaven. He notices that the gate is similar to the one he saw in hell. As he enters this abode , again he realizes that this place is an exact mirror image of Hell. Here too the table is exactly filled with the same kind of divine food. Then he sees the inhabitants of Heaven and immediately notices at the glow and satisfaction that shine on their countenance. He is amazed to see that these people also have their hands twisted to the outside. They gather around their table to savor the taste of heaven. The seeker wonders how they will feed themselves with the twisted arms. What do you think he saw?
Each individual picks up food and feeds his neighbor, as he is unable to reach his own mouth.All eat to their content. No one is hungry... all are content.. this is heaven!
Yama: I hope you got answers to all your queries, son.
Seeker: Yes my Lord.

The moment we shed our selfishness and embrace one another , we experience Heaven. I know it is easy to pen down all these inspiring stories , feel elated for a few minutes , made fake promises of being unselfish and easily break those promises the next moment. yes, we are humans....!

What reminded me of this story is a tag. I am tagged by Krystyna..... This is a unlike any tags I have ever found here. It is not a meme...here are the rules of the tag.
it’s a game of tag with a difference, rather than looking inwardly, we look outside ourselves and bless, praise and pray for one blog friend. By participating in this endeavor we not only make the recipient of the blessing feel valued and appreciated, but we are having some fun too. We’re going to see how far the bloggin’ blessings can travel around the world and how many people can be blessed! Recipients of a bloggin’ blessing may upload the above image to their sidebar if they choose to. If you receive a bloggin’ blessin’ please leave a comment on this thread here so that we can rejoice in just how many blessings have been sent around the world!



I am grateful to Krystyna for her prayers and blessings.....it is hard to choose three blog buddies.. I wish I could pass it on to all my friends here. But let me stick to the rules of the tag and try to come up with three wonderful bloggers from three different corners of the globe...
With the faith that one thought can make a huge difference ... I pass on my waves of love to Bharathy of spicy chilly
Mathew of Spark
Cynthia of Tastes like home.
I can feel these waves travel and reach you)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))) .....................
can you?