• Growing Up

    Growing Up

    Today my first grandchild Wow Dinga graduated from Grade 5 and has moved up to the Big School. It’s hard to believe he is a big boy. It is hard to believe that he comes up to my eye brows and perhaps at the end of summer he’ll become taller than me. Of course my height is a pretty low bar to cross but nonetheless when a grandchild outstrips the grandma, it is time to put away the kid gloves. Time to do away with baby talk. Time to stop the mollycoddling.

    I remember waiting anxiously outside the Operating Theatre as he was making his entry into the world. We were the only people in the hospital yet as soon as he came out, his other granny and I kept strict watch on him as we didn’t want him to be mixed up with another child….. That does happen in hospitals.

    He came home with his new mom and new dad to a new crib and a new grandma. For me it was really strange because I had no experience of bringing up a boy. To make matters even more difficult – his paternal grandparents and parents were doctors – which made caring for him more challenging. After all they knew everything about human physiology while my knowledge of childrearing was restricted to bringing up my two girls.

    But I bungled through with his baby baths, his cloth nappies ( no disposable diapers for our little prince) his late night feeds, his pacifier, his funny wormlike crawl, his baby steps, his baby babble.

    When he went to his first nursery,, he was the only kid who didn’t howl. But I was scared when the doors shut and we were left to imagine what was happening inside. But he settled down as did all the other wailing babies and I was pleased that he already knew all the song. He strung the beads, painted blobs, made clay models and graduated a happy and confident little fellow.

    By the time he went to big school, he was already moving away, setting down in his new home with his new baby brother ( Little Po).

    Yet from time to time, I went to school to watch him perform. He was a little shyer now, a bit self conscious and I missed his impromptu performances as a toddler where he would sing out full throated renditions of Andrea Bocelli.

    His viewing preferences changed from Blippi, to Paw Patrol and Wild Kratts and Supa Strikas. His toys changed from pots and pans to delivery cartons to playing football and collecting cards of Match Attax.

    He became a champion swimmer after months of screaming in the pool. It took a while to get him off his beloved pacifier.

    He will no longer meet Ms. Papaya and Little Po during the school breaks between class. I won’t have to send an extra Brownie for him because he will be in a different school.

    And it won’t be long before he graduates from this big school too!

    Ciao,

  • Birds of different feathers

    Birds of a feather flock together

    On Sunday morning, Hubby Dear and I went to the Club by the edge of the sea, the most restful place in Mumbai. I waited by the clubhouse while and Hubby Dear parked the car.

    It was almost noon and the sun was high in the sky. There was a stillness in the air and I found it hard to keep my eyelids from closing.

    I turned around and found a scrawny egret walking nonchalantly down the middle of the road. I wondered what he was doing there. Had he hurt his wing and unable to fly?

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    At a distance I spotted a car coming down and worried for the poor bird. Would he be able be avoid the wheels of the car?

    I needn’t have worried as he looked up, and made his way to the grassy embankment on the side.

    The two groundsmen of the Club who were smoking a bidi in the shade, were amused by my consternation.

    “Don’t worry,” they assured me. “This Club is his home. He lives on top of this tree and flies down every morning to meet his friends – a crow and some starlings ( salunki in Marathi). After a breakfast, the crow and starlings fly away while walks around walks around till lunch time.

    He’s waiting now for his lunch which he will share with us,” He continued and stubbed his bidi.

    What a strange story that was!

    Ciao,

  • QUIT

    QUIT

    Looking for a book to read?

    Look no further.

    I have been a quitter all my life. I don’t think there’s anything I’ve started and finished – unless it’s a piece of chocolate. With the result, I’m a jack of all trades and master of none. It is therefore, no surprise to those who know me, that I got attracted to a book like QUIT.

    For the past several months I’ve been distracted with my mother’s health and have been literally skimming through books. I stopped buying books several years ago when I found that I rarely went back to a book after I’d finished reading it. Worse was when I abandoned the book half-way through and let it collect dust on my bookshelf till finally it found its way to the second hand dealer’s shop or just chucked into the dustbin. So I decided to borrow books instead and then buy them if I felt they deserved a place on my bookshelf.

    I didn’t have time to go to the library, nor the bookshop so I was scouting around the house looking for a book to read. Now Prima Donna is a voracious reader and she is always seen with her nose in a book . I was quite surprised to find this book QUIT lying on her table. She is the last person I would have imagined reading this book, believing so strongly as she does in the adage ‘try, try till you succeed’.

    Determination to hang on, and go ahead regardless that often brings us to our ruin than success. This is essentially the message that Annie Duke gives us in this book- quitting is ok. Nay it is often imperative to quit in order to go ahead.

    Annie Duke is a professional Poker player and like all gamblers, knows when to quit. It is essential to know when to fold a hand or when to carry on. Thus she is the best equipped to give us tips on when it is alright to quit.

    In this well researched book backed up by powerful examples from studies of well known psychologists, behavioural scientists and economists, she explores the downside of not knowing when to quite.

    Why do we not quit?

    1. Misconception between Hero v/s loser and grit v/s giving up

    All of us have been encouraged to give it our best shot. Be it a relationship, a project, or a career option, we are told that quitting is equivalent to losing, the refuge of cowards. And obviously, none of us want to lose. A person who refuses to quit is remembered as a hero even if he dies in the process while a person who quits and lives to attempt what he had abandoned or quit the first time, is considered a loser till he wins the second time. And if he quits altogether, he isn’t even remembered as an also-ran. It is this fear of being labelled a loser that often makes us reluctant to quit.

    2. Fear of wasting time and money already invested

    Be it a school exam or a simple 100 m run, all of us have spent time, effort and perhaps money preparing for it. And the more the effort spent in preparation, the more reluctant we are to quit. Thus Annie gives us examples of alpinists insisting on climbing to the top and dying in the process, businessmen sticking on with a losing business and eventually going bust and the most fascinating story of them all- that of Maya Shankar who had to quit several things to eventually get what she didn’t even know she was going to achieve!

    3. Fear of losing one’s identity

    Many of us are so invested in the identity we have created for ourselves ( teacher, skater, alpinist, writer, friend of XYZ) that we cannot imagine living a life any other way. Thus we have sportsmen refusing to quit playing professionally because without the sport they are identified with, they would become Mr. Ordinary. They would rather play till forced to quit because of injury or sheer burn out.

    4. Slow and steady wins the race

    Brought up on the story of the tortoise and the hare, this doctrine is so deeply rooted in our DNA, that we refuse to quit. We would rather accept any impediments in our progress with the hope that things will get better than quit when the going gets tough.

    But, why then, does Annie Duke say it is ok to quit?

    1. When you are so determined NOT to quit, you fail to see the other opportunities that may work better for you.
    2. Goals can change so you can change too. So when your goal changes you can quit the path you’ve taken to reach the goal.

    So for all those who thought that grit and valour is better than being a quitter should read this book. It will save you many agonising hours of ‘wasted effort’. It will also help reduce the guilt that you have taken the easy way out by quitting.

    In actual fact, you have taken the harder option of quitting.

    To read or not to read ?

    This is a book that should be compulsory reading for us all. It is a good insight into human behaviour and questions several behaviours that are now considered outmoded and irrational.

    Even though it is non-fiction, and has a lot of references to published studies ( I find attributions rather distracting while reading) it is light reading and interesting without being preachy and evangelical.

    QUIT : The power of knowing when to walk away

    by Annie Duke

    Ebury Edge/Penguin Random House

    Have a great Sunday.

    Ciao,

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