“Papa Loves Mambo.”

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Papa Loves Mambo.”

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Music, I believe plays an integral part in one’s life and it did in my case as well.

Music, while growing up was very soothing and relaxing; which still resonates in every Indian’s mind I guess. I grew up listening to songs from 60’s to 80’s era and I am sure no one is going to point a finger at me if I say the songs produced during those times are timeless. The music produced at those times were so melodious and mesmerizing that even today when I sit and listen to them I can imagine myself going back to my childhood days. In other words it transport me to my good old days when I lived a carefree life. Papa had an amazing collection of audio cassettes which he would play while getting ready for office and after coming home in the evening. We would all enjoy the songs in the background and keep doing our mundane tasks. It lifted our spirit.I still remember when we (me and my little brother) used to jump up with joy when Papa would play Shammi Kapoor’s “Suku Suku” and “Yahoooooo,Chahe Koi Mujhe Junglee Kahe”song. Such joys of life.

Also we would only listen to songs, as during those days (80’s and early 90’s) there was just Doodarshan and the video access to songs were very limited. So, on Sundays we would all get up early and sit in front of the TV and wait for Chitrahar to start sharp at 7am, which was a weekly presentation of both new and old songs. Mumma would give us our sunday breakfast (Puri with aaloo ki bhaji) and we would all sit and enjoy our fav songs with real actors and actress performing. It was fun watching all our known songs come alive.

Talking about the effect it had on me, I would say it did had a tremendous effect. I still likes to listen to music which calms me and soothes me. I like to stay away from loud music and even if I like them its only reserved for certain occasions and lasts for a few days only. The old golden classics or even the more recent ones which has a softer tune lingers on your mind.


It was all about getting wet and playing in the muddy puddles

10448772_10152557579531252_5325488663745588809_nAs soon as the summer used to settle down with its fist downpour, the child within me used to rise beyond measure. A July born, I used to love the rains and how. It’s needless to go back to childhood and describe my feelings then because I guess each and every child loves the rain. Getting wet, going out with their own tiny umbrella’s, wearing their gum boots, jumping in the muddy puddles; well which kid doesn’t like rain?

As I started working in a place away from home, this feeling still stayed within me. The morning shower would leave me a little exhausted and would make me walk with an umbrella and with an office bag to find an auto/taxi to reach work on time. I would crib about this and that in front of the bosses but I didn’t have any hard feelings from within. I enjoyed getting drenched, reaching late at work and joining the conversation of how we all fought like great warriors to reach at work on time.

But now the feelings have changed; just because I am a mom now. A sudden outburst of rain or even a slight change in climate drives me nut. It’s my 3rd monsoon with Pahi and this has been the best one so far as compared to the last two. Not going out in public places, not letting her mingle with kids with running nose, not letting her step out without wearing full sleeve clothes, not letting the mom in me sneeze, taking antibiotics to suppress the cold so that the infection does not pass on to her and all those crazy precautions.

It feels like ages that I have enjoyed getting wet in the rain; that I have enjoyed smiling at the onset of monsoon; that I have danced in the first downpour; that I have jumped in the muddy puddles. Now the fist thought that creeps in instantly is whether Pahi is dressed up properly; whether she should be sent to school or not; whether she should be given a bath or not and how to prepare myself for the cold and cough if by any chance she gets an infection. In short we mommy’s get so concerned that we forget to enjoy the beautiful happenings around us.10565260_10152627287186252_6716176049431677536_n

So, yesterday I was enjoying an episode of Peppa Pig on You Tube with Pahi. We lately got addicted to it and I must tell that it’s a must watch for all the toddlers. We saw Peppa Pig and her family enjoying jumping in the muddy puddles. Pahi got up from her tiny red chair and asked “ Mumma, why can’t we too jump on the puddles? Why do we not do this? Look, they are having so much fun”, and I was astonished at her thoughts. I said yes why not, we can also start doing this. And so the next morning it rained and in peppa pig inspired moment Pahi decided to jump on one of the puddle while going to school. Thank God the puddle was not muddy or else I would have had to take her back home to change her uniform.

Such small joys!

I now wonder how sometimes so ordinary and naïve things become so narrative and change our perspective all of a sudden.