Showing posts with label Reading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reading. Show all posts

Sunday, December 9, 2012

On being middle aged- the patterns of life

Middle aged - unlike teen age, it is not so dreaded age by the people around you but something that you dread to reach. I reached this age recently and unlike my huge expectations nothing really changed, no thunderbolts, no heavy rains, nothing. Only that my J and her friends brought me to the other side of middle age with great care through thoughtful plays and songs. My sister hugged me tight and fumbled my hair as if she could hear the lib-dub of her middle-aged sister's heart. Brother also shooed away my concerns on age and gave a short lecture about age does not matter, it is the heart that matters. Well as you say big Bro! My husband remained silent as if saying that I dealt with you in your teenage and twen-age (twenties) and will continue doing that in your middle age too. How much harder that would get anyways? Mom and dad were never so friendly before and now finally I could see that they are okay in discussing their turmoils and worries with me and not concerned more about my story. They know their daughter will deal with them somehow now that she is middle-aged.
Colleagues were giving eons of suggestions and theories of how I should take control of my middle age and how middle age is the center stage of human life-true isn't it.
Life that went by seems to be so short and so makes me more aware and careful of each day that is coming. For today I am more experienced than yesterday but I am naive compared to tomorrow.
In the middle of the journey called life,  found some silly patterns finally;

Circular: For most things that happen with us are circular or reversible in nature, day and night, weekdays and weekends, seasons, stirring the sugar crystals in a cup of tea, the accumulation of specks of dust on the table tops and tops of chest of drawers every few days, festivals and vacations, the heap of dirty cloths on each Fridays,  weekly shopping, the circle of eating out and then eating simple home cooked meal. The solitary and inactive weekends and then having lots of friends and partying weekends. The regularities of an ongoing life is circular. Just like the way my grand mother used to make sandalwood paste by rubbing a small sandalwood cylinder on a circular stone in circular motion for her morning Puja. Just like my mother always prefers some flowers beds to be of circular in shape. Just like my father shows incense stick to Hindu gods and goddesses in a circular rotation. Circles of routines brings us comfort and boredom too. Finally understanding and accepting the fact that every weekend I have to shop, every 2 days I have to cook, every morning I have to go for work, every deadline I need to work for,  every day I need to instruct J and every day I will have certain circles to rotate has given me inner calm, I don't question on those circular routines anymore (having done enough of that) and don't find them mundane, I do them and seek comfort of doing something I know.


Linear: Relationships are linear and so is the age. They grow to fade, die or mature. They are not circular and not reversible. They evolve with time and our dream to go back to the relationships that is hold in our memory is a mistake. My relationship with my mother is absolute contrast to what we had when I was in my teenage. Also that time is linear. Time takes away people from you and forever. Grandparents who were there in my life, and at times I took them for granted, but then one day they left. I could not hold them back. Now I am conscious for parents and I don't want to take them for granted. I want to talk with them, laugh with them and share with them my opinions and the differences therein from theirs. Friends and ex-colleagues who were intense part of our past are distant now, we remember them but we realize that we cannot go back to the relationship of past. My daughter's toddler-hood has passed too. I can see her in photos, but to recollect emotions of those days are not possible. Similar is the effect of transition from one place to another (17-18 times for me), transition from one career to another or transition from one living place to another (25 times for me). It does not make sense to yearn to return when the path is not circular.  Accepting this linearity of life and then trying to enjoy the present of it is a must.


Boxed: Some things in life are limited or boxed. They are quantized. They bring limitations. Unless we accept those boxes of our lives, we might keep getting hurt and disappointed. It can be certain stages of career, relationships, certain dreams, expectations, our lack of skills and potentials. It can be an inability like inability to acquire a skill, inability to change a system or a person, inability to grow a habit in your loved ones or inability to control in general. I have learned to look on those inabilities as boxes or patches. I see the life as a blanket and I have accepted that there will be some patches here and there. So my life will be a patched-work quilt. I have also understood that these boxes can be very powerful in our life and can lead us to depression. So instead of giving these boxes a power to control our lives, we need to find a way out to work around those boxes. Initially it is difficult to understand that we are facing a boxed situation in life, one way I found is that if the situation is repetitive and is irritating or depressing me then that situation/person can be a box in my life.  I have figured 2 ways to deal with the boxed situations of life. One to ignore them and second is to understand them and then trying to minimize their effect on us. I try do develop a positive attitude and try to accept that limitation.
If a difficult colleague is a box in my life, I can become forgiving and become less dependent on that colleague. I can try to understand why that colleague is difficult, is it a situation or is it his/her nature? I can try to extend my work group by averaging out the effect of a difficult colleague. The same applies for family members, friends and children too.
Judgmental,  conclusive and closed people can bring more boxed situations around you. People who feel insecure because of you or any other thing, who are focused on only one thing in life (career, promotion etc.), who always compare with others,  can bring boxed situations for you. I try to identify them and make strategy to deal with them.
There will be but at least one or two or perhaps many boxes which we might have to ignore by creating a distance and becoming an observer of the situation. Also that I don't turn into a box for anyone is another learning experiment for me.


Open: Just opposite to the boxed situations are the open situations. The limitless situation. The situations where I feel enriched, where I am able to explore, where I can learn, and where I feel free. This openness for me comes from books, bookshops, libraries, ethnic shops, travel, making bread, colors and open people. People who accept me as I am, who don't judge me with my looks, age, career, language or religion. I am lucky that I have got to see many such people in my life and I have learned to be open from them. I think about them and keep going to them when I get stuck in boxes of life. As my observation says that boxed people are more in numbers than the open ones, so these open people are the ones to be cherished. Open people come along and bring merriness in our life. I keep looking out for these people, try to be close to them, don't judge them just be with them. In dearth of such people than we need to find out our door for openness, which can be traveling or knitting or gazing at the stars. Search for openness in life is a continuous learning.
Tough puzzle is when we come across people or situation that can be combination of the above patterns like a boxed and a open person, both at a time. Classic example is my grand mother, a superstitious woman with immense faith on higher education and knowledge. She has determined a lot of changes in the lives of her daughters and grand daughters.


It is amazing for me that recently I could relate to many of the turmoils of my past-life. Once a situation becomes past, we still try to touch that, try to solve that or try to draw a conclusion out of that. Sometimes our present get stuck in our past. It happened with me too. But recently, on identifying and  working with these patterns, I realized that the past somehow looses its charm to destabilize me at present, because I know the end of it.

Understanding the nature of those turmoils and problems giving them time to imbibe into a pattern and relating them to  a pattern, helped me to sort the present and find calmness.

After all this is one life to live.

Disclaimer: Warli paintings are used for symbolism and are collected through google search

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Finding Books

One another year entered in our life (Yes, I realized it little late, dumb me!), this new year is little more emphasized than last few as a new decade started with the year 2011. As a child e.g. in 1988 or so, I always used to wonder how it will be when the year will be 2000, I used to wonder how my life would be and used to imagine a lot of things, like how this world will change? Now 10 years after 2000, I wonder how it changed so fast so much, mobile phones, computers, so many television channels and finally we did not have internet. Now I wonder how did we live? Some young friends ask me  how did I manage to fall in love without a mobile phone? "Your life must be so boring without internet, without new mobile ring tones, without funny apps to play with, without Face book, without twitter!"exclaims some other.

Humm..that's true, only thing we had were one television channel with no specific hours dedicated to children or young adults, we did not have any thing else, we had lots of time in summer, autumn or winter vacations and we did not know what to do with that time, no our parents rarely asked us to book a coaching class or a computer course or a sports coaching, they did not have that much money either. We could therefore go to friend's houses and chat. Sometimes we used to rent video cassette player  and watch movies, unhindered from advertisements. One other thing we used to have were books although quite limited if we look into today's scenario,  but we had more time to read.  Swapping books and magazine during school vacations with friends and borrowing them from nearby library or buying them occasionally after lots of discussions with parents consisted a big part in our childhood.

I have tried to instill reading habit in 'J' from the time she could sit and luckily amidst of all other distractions like television, DVDs and you tubes she is finding  interest in books. While living outside India finding books of different genre and interests was not difficult as every small town out there,
is laced with small but very enriched libraries. There were bookshops, second hand bookshops, penny fairs at schools and neighborhood and friend circles where you can always find new kinds of books which interests you.

After coming back to India one thing I am rigorously missing is a library, also the bookshops are flooded with books but the choices are pro business than being pro interests. Children books section mainly consists of popular Enid Blyton books along with Indian mythological books and some encyclopedias and rarely some translated books from Indian languages, although puffin books are doing great works on this. Books in Indian languages are hard to get at even high profile book superstores. There might be some hidden small bookshops containing diverse kinds of books in Indian languages, but I still need to figure them out in the city I am living.

Recently a visit from a bookworm friend of mine who has also traveled in different continents and have recently returned to India showed her alarming concern of how children of India are weaning out of reading habit. She is also trying her best to expose her little girl to diverse literature available out there.

We both felt that it becomes difficult to find a book just as an individual effort, specially if you are living in a book 'not loving' environment. So we decided that we will share the resources whenever we will find any link, online store or a way to acquire interesting books of  labels, topics or authors unknown to we the Indian audience. The choice will be not only for English children literature but also Hindi and Bengali (as we both are Bengali) and Translated works of Indian Authors. 

Then I thought why not share the whole concept to my readers, and I know there are so many other parents who belong to proud bookworm category and would like to develop some more bookworms in their families.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Saturday Ritual

Saturday morning, I and 'J' go for 'J's swimming lessons. At 9.30 a.m.

It is little difficult for both of us as  Friday evening for us is no rule day, meaning 'J' will watch, watch and watch what ever screen is available for her. Then at one point I start giving her warnings that if she does not wrap up soon then next day morning we might miss the swimming class. This normally works. But after she goes to sleep. I sit down in front of the computer and surf, surf and surf. Then I need to shout on myself (internally) that if I don't go to sleep now, then my poor little girl might miss her swimming classes.

So on Saturday morning we tear ourselves out from the bed and then after a very short breakfast and tea we go out, both very silent. But as soon as we reach the Sports center, we are charged up.  She goes to her team, I sit with other parents/grandparents in the view aisle. Time to time I see her looking at me after finishing a round, and I need to send her signals of encouragement (excellent, good, fair)  by showing thumbs up, straight or down.

So then, 'J' finishes a warm shower and dressing up,  and we are out on our next venture. Grabbing some real English Scottish breakfast from some nice (cheap) place. We both eat like hungry dolphins. 'J's hunger is reasonable, I don't find any reason for mine but never mind I enjoy my every bite and every sip. We don't talk again. We are too busy enjoying our bits. We desperately look at other people's table and compare and then we look at each other and smile ensuring each other that our breakfast is the best.

After finishing the elaborate breakfast our next destination is the city library. First we return the borrowed books and DVDs, then 'J' directly goes to the children section. She scans different books, stops at the fairy ones. Lie down on the carpet and looks at them. I stay in the same room but look at my kind of books or search some art and craft, other interesting books or cassettes for 'J'.

We look at each other from time to time. She shows me the piles of books she has chosen and looks at me for my permission to take them, I smile affirmatively. She then chooses one DVD. Sometimes she listens to other mother who might also be sitting at the carpet and reading a small story to her child. Almost after an hour and half we look at each other and agree to finish then. She takes her card and goes to the counter. I also sometimes borrow something for myself. As I don't get any help from my mother in reading books so normally it takes more time to finish my ones!

And then we go out and 'J' holds my finger, takes a deep breath,  smiles and asks "Mamma, which shop are we going first?"

Sunday, July 4, 2010

This and that

As I wrote in the last blog, summer vacation has started in the school and so at least one of us is having free time. This weekend we spent relaxing a lot, along with her normal swimming lessons and weekly shopping, 'J' also got a new pair of shoes. In order to buy one, with utmost patience 'J' walked in three shoe stores, tried almost 15 pairs of shoes, till she could find the one she likes the best, colour and design wise, I liked it too as it is providing good support to her feet. Of course pocket wise a bit compromise was needed (colour, design, fitting  and quality altogether need little extra price). I explained 'J' the fact and told her that no more buying for her for this weekend and she agreed (phew!). I always feel that we are the generation sandwiched between strong parents and strong kids.

On the way home 

I asked her five things she loves to buy and with no pause she uttered the list:

1) Shoes
2) Dresses
3) Dresses for her teddys and dolls
4) Toys
5) Art and craft material.

I tried to remind her about books, she replied  "That anyway you buy for me." Period. 

Next question was about five things she loves to do, again her answer was ready;

1) Watching computer (Our TV and satellite connection does not function for a long time, so after some days of uffs and ahas she has found a compromise in watching DVDs, some cartoons from you tube and some videos from cbeebies)
2) Playing with her best friend or any playing
3) Painting
4) Cooking
5) Buying stuff/shopping

Of course I was little disappointed for not finding reading story books in her list,  on asking she said it is not among first five. And here I am taking her at least once a week to the library from the time she was 3 and half year old, reading story books to her most of the nights before going to sleep. Anyway I then consoled myself at least painting is on the list and brushes are close to pens. And I am not going to stop our visit to library just because reading is still not in her top five! 

While going to sleep she said two other things;

One was "Mum you are always busy doing things for us, why don't you teach me how to cook, so you can then finish your work and I can cook the dinner." It is just one of the several hundreds of sentences she speaks everyday, but it made me feel good! A mother's job is the hardest one but little acknowledgement like this from their little ones makes it also the sweetest ones.

One another thing she said has triggered my thinking; that she likes watching (TV or computer) as she can get to know many facts and information from them and she don't need to find them through reading several pages for a long time. She added that in TV or computer she can see things doing action and that helps her to remember them. Like a video about Egypt during her school project helped her more than even the charts and  picture books.

The same attitude I have observed in my younger brother and sister who don't have the patience or energy to sit (or lying on the bed)  and read, they prefer watching and gobbling things from the screen. They had TV available at home (for me I had only radio for many years of my childhood) from their toddler times and then the presence of screen just increased in their lives in the form of a computer or mobile phone.

Screen is omnipresent in our lives and no way to ignore it. You can ration watching time in your child's life but as soon as they will become independent they will get hooked to them. I know it from my own self, I like watching TV as well, but I like reading too as this was a part of the daily routine in my childhood. Therefore my logic was to make reading books a habit for 'J' so that she miss it if she cannot do it for a long time. But now seeing the growth of digital technology may be in future the books will all get digitalised and reading from the screen will become a norm with kindle, ipad and other gadgets. Reading books might be replaced by reading on screen. The libraries will become completely online and their will be no ritual of borrowing and returning books there. Environment friendly side of me supports digital way of reading with no doubt.

But as a mother,  however impractical it may feel, I will still continue on my efforts to inoculate the habit of reading and writing in my child from and on the papers. Try to teach my child feel and smell of papers of different kinds of books and notebooks.

But I also know that like mothers of all the generations I can only try and they like all other generations will continue to imbibe into the new patterns of civilisation.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Do you read? Of Which kind?

I found out somewhere that when we read we are following one of these four methods:

Complete reading:
It is the way of reading like you are talking with the writer. You read and enjoy just like after a fruitful telephone chat. Reading novels sometimes brings such feeling. It gives relaxation and increases our imaginary power. 

Reflective reading:
In this kind of reading you are reading each word of the article and reflecting on each word or numbers, analysing them constructively or critically in mind or making notes on the margins. You try to review or summarise what you have read in this kind of reading. Almost like reading economics, physics or geography during high school days. It requires high concentration and demands patience.

Skimming:
In this type you don't stop at each word you pass through the lines quickly, many times reading only parts of it. This type of reading you do with a motivation in mind, you search for some particular information and you are not interested in the whole text. Most of us read news papers like this, skimming the whole news paper but stopping only on the topics which invoke our interest to read them. It makes us quicker and helps us forming a summary or gist of the matter we have read. This kind of reading helps us to form a good overview of the subject read.

Scanning:
Even faster than skimming, like searching a word in a dictionary or searching a telephone number in the directory. It is very focussed kind of reading capability, this style is required to find out a particular piece of information; may be required as a part of reflective reading.

Increasing tendency of internet browsing increases our capacity of skimming and scanning, but on the other hand also increases our impatience to stay at one page. We browse through the links and keep changing from one page to another. We get an overall information of the subject but we lack proper in-depth understanding, and we tend to forget those skimmed and scanned information very soon as we have not reflected on them. 

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Pippi Longstockings - This strongest girl of the world has helped us too


Courtsey: Google Images and self shot


'J' was around four years old, she did not like in the beginning her full day stays in kindergarten while many of her friends were picked up even at 12 at noon by their mothers. She wanted sometimes her mummy or daddy also to do this. Yes, her mummy and daddy tried to pick her up as soon as they finished their work, but it was seldom at 12 at noon. So she accepted the fact and made friends with them who were staying whole day like her and slowly they created their own group, playing role plays in the late afternoon (like a fisherman family or a pirate family) which they did not play otherwise. They also could listen bonus stories from their kindergarten teachers during this time.  During this phase, one day she came back home with the name of Pippi Langstruemph (German for Longstockings). She was beaming with joy talking about the adventures of Pippi and how brave she is, as she lives alone in a big villa because her father is a pirate and mother is an angel. She also added that Pippi is the strongest girl of the world and she is so strong that she can pick up her horse on her shoulders!

I did not know about Pippi before, and after asking google (my parenting guru actually) I found a whole box of treasure created by a very famous children author Astrid Lindgren from Sweden. In India we grew with children books from Indian languages (Bengali and Hindi in my case) and some books from UK (written by Enid Blyton mainly) and Russia (USSR then) and no wonder I never knew about the world famous Pippi and her friends Annika and Tomy, her monkey - Herr Nilson and her horse-Kleine Onkel.  A quick check in wikipedia told me that Pippi was created by Astrid Lindgren for her daughter Karin (Karin gave the name Pippi), when she was ill and bed ridden.  Astrid Lindgren also has created several other memorable characters like Madita, Karlsson on the roof, Michael, Roniya the Robber daughter,  Lotta, and The Six Bullerby Children. She is very much loved in Europe for her creations.

All stories are like colourful gems for children around 4 to 10. The naughty, confident, and innocent lifestyle of each characters etched by the author also attracts the parents who read the stories or see the DVDs together with their kids. Their origin in a different land and in a different time (in early 1900) does not create any boundary among the readers of today. Of course Pippi is the most famous of all and for 'J' it was no exception. She was so much mesmerised by Pippi that she started wearing two different coloured socks and used to put freckles marks on her cheek using orange sketch pens, and she was always in search of something which she can use as orange hair just like Pippi. Since then 'J' also dreams to have her own horse one day.

It became a ritual then for us to go to library on thursdays and collect books, cassattes, CDs or DVDs of any of the Astrid Lindgren's Characters.

Pippi was becoming part of our life and without our notice Pippi helped us too (just like in her stories), in solving many upcoming challenges, like once I had to leave 'J' with her daddy for 10 days for a conference, and our super sensitive 'J' was not sad but proud to prove that she is very brave, 'Just like Pippi'!

Later, we left Germany and came to UK, 'J' made new friends in her new school using Pippi Longstocking's caricatures and jokes.

In UK, after settling down a bit, it was daddy's turn to leave us and join his new job, I was sad and sitting quietly one day and 'J' came with the DVD of Pippi and told me "Come on mummy lets see this, if Pippi can live alone so can we"!

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Jhumpa Lahiri

Courtsey-Google images

Interpreters of maladies was the first one I read, borrowing it from a friend long ago, when I  myself was learning to accommodate in a new country which I and my husband had chosen to finish final parts of our studies.  Not all the stories but scenes from some of them were very delicately and intensely drawn by Jhumpa Lahiri typical of  "Indian Bengali" (A term which itself is very complicated and has been tackled very well by others) household  in any part of the world and I being one of those uprooted Indian Bengalis fall in love with her way of writing instantaneously.

For a long time since then because of unavailability of English books in the country I was living and several other distractions I could not read her, actually for a long time I was not also able to finish a full-fledged novel if started because of may be the need to keep the basics running as a new mother and last phase PhD student. I read some of the Harry Potters but otherwise  for years I limitedly dwelled on short stories, columns, travelogue, journal papers and more importantly on parenting articles. Reading the former from the several internet sites I follow regularly and the later from specific magazines (mostly German). There were sometimes luxurious access to some Bengali literature but otherwise at one point I desperately started believing that I am suffering from ADHD and can never read a full length novel anymore.

A move to an english speaking country, brought me the chance to find and buy Unaccustomed Earth, again a collection of short stories, this book of Jhumpa Lahiri boldly demanded my time and concentration to read it from cover to cover without getting distracted to something more important just like a novel, demanded me to cry reading the first story about a father-daughter duo, which in its own way reminded me of all sharing moments with my father etched subconsciously in my mind, also pointed to me finally the fact that in-spite of his strong "wanderlust" I failed to show him this part of the world where I am living for almost a decade now, again because of all sundry reasons I feel,  but he says it is not written in his destiny.  All other stories where equally intense, and the three continuous story of Hema and Kaushik in the second section were a new way of writing for me, independent and intertwined at a same time.

Yesterday I finished her The Namesake, unlike others this one was not an unknown plot to me, I have seen the movie made by Mira Nair and I always feel once you see a movie it is very difficult to get absorb into the printed version of the same story. But reading Unaccustomed Earth was persuading me to change my mind and that day when I saw The Namesake, at the bottom most shelf of the one of the two book shop this city has, I had to buy it. Although the movie tries to be very close of the book, but all those magic created by the small details of a world seen by an immigrants child could not be put into the celluloid that vividly as in words. The juggle between nickname and good name is constantly faced by my daughter too, she sometimes is proud of having two names but mostly hates to spell, write or pronounce her good/official name. The book is a chronological story of  first generation Indian-Bengali immigrants seen through their children's eye, who try to get away from it in the beginning but then draw into it automatically with time and age. Reader can very soon understand that the loneliness, conflicts, confusions, indecisions,  decisions, versatility, diversity faced and felt by the characters of the novel is also an imprint of the authors own mind. Reader after finishing the book also feels that out of all these dual existence life always finds a path to flow continuously creating impressions of its own.