Winter Program at Home

Those who have tried to create winter program at home, please raise your hands.  The one thing that I have always found missing in our country is the comfort of a working parents. I know becoming parent is an individual choice and we could have easily chosen not to have kids but population and future employee is also a concern for a country as a whole. People these days have one or two kids and I see that as a grave danger to our future job market. Of course I am no analyst to be saying this.

But coming back to my original thoughts on working couple and their difficult times in managing kids, I think something should be done about it. I mean, what good is the child care if it chooses to close at 1 in the afternoon and completely shut down during the winter? It is not like all parents are teacher to avail three months vacation in winter. And there are some people who are unfortunate (or should I say paying our bad karmic fate) not to have our parents babysitting our children.

So, in my desperate attempt to entertain or to keep Jamba away from electronics, I have resorted to paper crafts, reading books, painting, writing and listening to music. Jamba is only 4 and so she cannot read or write on her own and hence my 100% involvement is required at all times.

I will share some of the outcomes of my winter program and believe me if some of these pictures become popular, I am going to run a winter program, right at my home, annually. Joke aside; seriously someone should already start thinking about it.

Forgive me about my crappy photography skills but here it goes nonetheless:

This is our sheep. Jamba painted its leg and head and I did the eyes. It is super easy and added bonus, Jamba loved it.  

This pig will make your tummy turn, just by laughing. Its mouth came out like that because we tried to mix red and white to make it pink and for some reason, it didn’t turn out pink. The important thing is it does look a bit similar to pig.

  The next project is quite interesting because every month we dispose off about 30 numbers of toilet paper roll and what a waste it is to throw which will neither rot nor stink. So, come meet the minions of our family. The petty thing about this minion is that it does not budge. 

Well, I will stop here before you get too excited. In my next blog, I will share some of the beautiful writings that Jamba learnt over the holidays. 

P.S.: You all are free to use my ideas. No copyright whatsoever.

Life Does Not Always Give What We Want

Come to think about it. Life does not always give what we want. Or is it we do not want what life gives to us? I am not a “Gee, let’s go shopping, because I am stressed out” kind of woman (it makes my husband wonder too). I do not envy a lady wearing beautiful, fashionable dress and shoes. But coming to putting on weight, I am at total loss. Believe me; I remember being this skinny, all my life.

The last blood donation campaign in my office and I wanted to donate blood. My donating blood was on a selfish motive and a win-win situation of course. I overheard someone saying, donating ones blood will cleanse our blood. I vouched for it and so I was determined to donate my blood even though I knew it would make me all woozy. I had my HB tested and I had might 13.2 units of blood and I was mighty proud. They (the people who were co-coordinating the blood donation campaign) sent me off to weight myself and my jaws dropped. I have lost 4 kilos “I-don’t-know” from the last time I weighed. They screened me out.

So I googled “how to put on weight” and also asked my friends how do they out on weight but they fired me “how do you not”. Why is life always like that? I mean why does it not happen the way we want? If only life was a wish granting machine, I would have wished myself a big washing machine because the last time I did laundry, I bruised my hands. You won’t believe it but I got bruised by doing laundry. I do not have to fall down or have someone beat me to hurt me. I realized I was that weak and wished if God can give some fats and flesh to someone who is looking for it and not the poor women who are skipping meals.

P.S: What do I do? because I am doing what I know to put on weight: eat and it is not helping me.