The Euphoric Self

I celebrate a “decade” of being an NRI. In fact a little more than a decade. We are the modern nomads. 11years and seen four countries. We travel, travel and travel all year round. Round trips only mean home land visits so often,I lost count.  The NRI tag that seems so glossy and luxurious on the outside, seems too cramped on the inside. The perks are good and exchanges rates are awesome,but there’s a lot more to than just that. The packing and unpacking, the cost of living ,non existent hands to lend a helping hand and the peek of loneliness and anguish every fortnight.  Singapore being a call away from India was the cherry on the cake . A 4 hour flight and we set foot on Indian soil. How good is that ? The initial years of NRI life was filled with round trips and all of them were to and from India. And return baggage always exceeded the allowed and we had to buy additional luggage space. We have evolved over the years and life has taught us much to still grumble and mumble ....

 It’s half past your usual wake up time and you wake up startled. Hello,Mommy guilt. You are for real. The world wants to keep you on your feet so they can remind you every now and then that your mom guilt needs to exist.  Kids using iPad -mommy to the blame. Like she doesn’t have enough guilt within -the society adds to her shoulders the guilt that she can barely hold. When daddy changes diapers he is tagged “The responsible father” but when mommy does the same it is “considered” a part of mommy duty she signed up for.  If mommy wakes up late, everybody is late. Every schedule is down the drain and everyone can’t hold themselves together. Despite moms running odd jobs appreciation is down to nil cause that is what she signed up for. Daddy becomes the “helpful and perfect parent” if he can handle the family chores for a day and give mommy some time off. As much as we appreciate men for what they do ,we seem to forget we are adding further the “mommy guilt” baggage when wo...