We are a restless generation, I'm told. We are impatient they say. We cannot wait. Nobody seems to get the fact that we CAN NOT wait. This is the pace that life dictates. If you haven't noticed, every succeeding generation is more prone to impatience. Why wait anyway? Our lives are most likely going to... Continue Reading →
Running away from errands.
Running errands. It's amazing how often we mention the phrase. Every time a friend calls, if I'm not at work I tell them I'm either doing chores at home or "running errands" outside. Coming from a simple, salaried household- as a child I never saw my parents "just chilling". Ever. Hard work was valued above... Continue Reading →
Amidst the everyday humdrumness, finding your little haven is paramount.
I often speak about chaos and the everyday mundanity of life. About troubles and banes. About the insanity of new motherhood and the accompanying weight of responsibility. I often unburden myself here on the blog and use it as a portal to bemoan my troubles, at the expense of you lovely folks. Venting troubles online... Continue Reading →
Walking on eggshells.
I assume many have abandoned this blog by now. I can see the numbers dwindle and my hard work wither away. It's been so long, and so sparse. The posts on this page are as rare as rain in Doha, and I could blame circumstance, life and the universe for it. But in truth, I... Continue Reading →
They actually left me!
So, one day Mammaa woke me up early. She usually lets me sleep till I want to, but that particular day was different. It was different in so many ways. She kept cooing things to me. Went on rambling about going "bye-bye" and "having fun" as she prepped my milk. Pappaa was ironing my clothes... Continue Reading →
An entire generation of confused women.
Each passing day, makes me realize how hard it must have been for my Mum. To be a homemaker. Day in, day out. Every single day. Without a break. On Sundays, when the kids wanted their favorite fried treats, and Pappaa wanted to lie in and watch cricket and read the news. On Eid and... Continue Reading →
Ma Wednesday! Mommy pangs.
Ugh. This is turning into quite the mommy blog. I seem to write about Zoe and my Mummy adventures more than anything else. Apologies, if you find these mommy rants boring and repetitive. It's just that, even though I have a dozen (read half a million) other things going on in my life, this one... Continue Reading →
A working mum’s perspective.
Lately, Facebook newsfeeds have been awash with stay-at- home- mum write- ups and blog posts. They call themselves SAHMs. Great. I love short hand. Sticking to the norms of nomenclature, I am therefore a sometimes-out- of- the- home- mum or SOOTHM. I don’t say “working mum” because all mothers definitely work! The articles say such... Continue Reading →
Female surgeon rant.
I rarely talk about my work or my colleagues to you folks. I have my reasons. But today I shall throw caution to the winds and open Pandora's box. A box rife with excitement, prejudice, innovation, sexism, toil, blood, gore, guts, hard- work, parties, gossip, laughter, tears, stereotypes, misconceptions and sempiternal action. My work gives me... Continue Reading →
Ma Wednesday! Getting ready.
I toss and turn and rove in bed. I can smell Mama, I know she is close. I use my leg as a feeler and locate her. I keep my eyes closed and move toward her. I then climb onto her, go above and over and strategically place myself between Mama and Papa. With my mission... Continue Reading →