Monday, March 28, 2016

Three Stories, Three Books, Three Personalities

Since the beginning of the year, I have been reading one story after another. March and I am happy to have completed three great books:

1. Mr. Nelson Mandela's Long Walk to Freedom

- My world was truly small then. I must have heard about Mr. Nelson when I was in high school, when he was at the peak of his walk. All I knew was that he was (then) the President of South Africa, a country who stood in the world map during the geography classes. 

The book. Written with so much of hopes and dreams. It tells the rest of the world what it means to stand for your dreams. More than the political insights, I was mesmerized by the way the African stories are narrated. The roots. The beauty of ones roots. The attachment. The pride. Such are the stories of great leaders who don't lose grounds in the face of their political lives. 

2. Malala Yousafzai's I am Malala
- Who can argue with what a person can achieve, small or big? Who will question the potential of a dream? Who dare judge someone by his/ her size? 

Her story is beautiful that her parents dare dream along with her. I saluted the way her parents, especially her father who stood what it takes to dream different. Obstacles may be many, but they keep strong. 

(Here again, I envied the stories around her Swat valley. Described some heavenly.)

3. Mr. Obama's Dreams from my father
- Close to Mr. Obama's second Presidential term, I read his first book, but nonetheless never late. As I flipped the last page last night, I slept with a 'whoa' factoring all through my dreams. Here again, more than the political inclinations, I thoroughly enjoyed reading about his father's side of family - much for a man who had met his father just once. 

The self-analysis I did the few minutes before drifting to sleep gave me justice to the title of his book - how his father's dreams would come to shape him. 

In their respective capacities, the books carried with them the power of hopes, dreams and standing for what you feel is right. They weren't born with silver spoons, not at least the way they share their downside stories, yet they went on to become world leaders. 

I enjoyed their stories because they spoke for the commons. They spoke for what we all covet that we work for the common good. Thank you, good books. And here I jump on to the next...

Friday, March 25, 2016

## Happy and Proud Mummy ###

I drove back to work full of smiles; what a lovely way to begin the day. I dropped Lolo to her daycare, and what her Ma'am had to say made me smile like a real "happy and proud Mummy".

Three weeks and our fears were proven wrong. My daughter is known for her stern nature, and at home she is the terror. Terror meaning the most restless, the most active, the most stubborn. So, when she began her pre-school, we all feared for the worst that she would come home with complains - almost on a daily basis, from her school. When I had shared about Lucy's last year's result, my brother had said, "Lolo will be worse...ha ha. We will remain prepared."

The first day of her school, I took leave from work and waited outside her school. I hallucinated Lolo screaming out of the school gate, and I - the saviour would run for her. Fume me, for I was totally wrong. 10 minutes (suddenly a new environment and new faces made her feel different!) was all Lolo needed to adjust. Yes, she did come out after all - but at the end of the day. Ma'am Sonam said, "She did well on day-1!"

And her excitement was loud. She recited "School chuma na (school is done)" till we reached home. From there on, she has always shown excitement to go to school. 

Last afternoon, as Papa picked her from school, Lolo was heard saying, "I need to take a stick tomorrow, my friends are being naughty ('tama-tashi' as she says)." I later inquired about it. "Yes, they scream and shout. I told them 'shame shame'."

I shared this conversation with her teacher this morning. Ma'am Sonam had more details:

"Lolo is ever the obedient child. I heard her cautioning a boy who was on the table that he shouldn't do this, and that they eat their lunches on the table. If she sees her friends dropping their things, she asks them to put them back on the shelf."

I just couldn't hold my pride. I gave her a big "GOOD" on her little nose as she entered the gate with a broad smile. 

Yes, she is that child - sensible, put and obedient. I pray that she grows up with the same traits and leads the world with her charisma. Like my mother says, "Your daughter is so strict." Ha-ha. I can imagine you, Lolo, for from you we learn about life all over again.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Same old Luzee in same old clothes

Whenever I deviate from my normal routine, be it my dressing sense, eating habits, make-up, or shoes, Lucy is often the first one to take note.

Last weekend, after a good bath, I pulled out a fairly new pair of corduroy pants and sweatshirts for home-wear. Lucy asked, "Going somewhere?" I said no. She asked further, "Why dressed in jeans?" Then, I laughed out.

I am not someone who buys too many clothes; some of which I have been wearing since 2009 (when back from my studies, my closet had to get a face-lift and since then...same face!). This also comes to saying I seem to have maintained the same physique since then, which is a real consolation for any change would mean the disastrous task of changing my closet's content.

And then, you get bored with the same old clothes. Part of you doesn't want to discard them (still in good shape) whilst season after season, wearing the same makes you want to experiment style, colors and fashion. So so, just about a month ago, I decided against all odds that I would discard half my casual wears, but not find excuses for replacement so soon.

KP noticed a carton of not-so-old clothes packed to be given away. Going by my usual craze, he asked to reaffirm, "Giving them away?" "Yes." "But why, they are still wearable." "That's why I am giving them away. Why discard if they ain't wearable?" and with a long sigh, "I am just so tired in them. Been almost three years... and still counting!"

Bye, bye. Carton box.

That explains why I wear jeans at home :) The only pair of track pants I retained needs some!

This also explains why I don't buy clothes, unlike my colleagues, the few times we got out. I carry with me a long list (must-buy-gifts) for my family, friends and colleagues. I try admitting that I need to invest in kiras, tegos and wonjus in the name of wearing them 5 days a week. For the weekend, jump into the old pair of jeans and there you go!

Well, I may be mistreating myself if even Lolo can notice this: Mummy, you seem to be wearing the same pair of shoes everyday (March 17, 2016).