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A mom reminisces old days when her children were young and would devour the delicacies made by their loving mom in a jiffy.
Pleasant reminiscences engulfed me when I was frying pooris for the Puja today – I became nostalgic and recalled the days when my oil-filled kadhai was a standard fixture on the gas stove. There was always something delicious(hopefully!) being made, the aromas wafting through the house, giving it all a warm, homely feeling. If it weren’t the differently shaped and brightly colored fryums, it would be bread pakoras or smileys or the regular, round, golden brown pooris – which the kids would compete to devour more of. I had to find or create ‘gap days’ in which I would strain the oil and wash the kadhai.
This was when the kids were small or in school – they would be forever hungry – back from games or just wanting a great snack – which obviously meant a homemade delicacy whipped up by mom. Those were the days when they still preferred ‘halwa’ to ‘dunkin doughnuts’ or my pakoras to ‘lays chips’. Those were the days of very fulfilling ‘toiling’ in the kitchen. I must’ve cribbed about the heat but their fighting over the delicacies laid out must’ve been enough to make me want to do it again and again.
As I said, this was when the kids were younger. I took out the big kadhai after ages today and rolled out the pooris. The diet conscious young adults at home took only a few and were done. They enjoyed what they ate, but there was no fighting over who would get the perfectly done poori or who would not take the flat, greasy ones. The halwa still sits in the bowl after 5 hours, having lost its place to chips and the likes. As I fried a few more, just to satisfy my maternal instincts of stuffing them, I was struck by the thought that even these would not be made after they’ve left. How soon they grow up ! What a clichéd sentence and yet this has stood steadfast over generations.
I heave a sigh and smile – I still have a full house – there’re just different things I enjoy with them. I guess the panju mom in me will have to give way to the cosmopolitan mom whipping up lasagna and pies, or better still, ordering pizza! My ‘forever-guided- by-the- tummy’ brats have grown up into young adults with a killer sense of humour and an intellect to match. I guess it’s time the tummy took a backseat ( and here, the punju mom snorts!)
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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