Another Year

We recently bid farewell to Abbu's last year's teacher.It's unbelievable how time flies,when one is finally getting to understand the teacher's ways it's time for new discoveries again.Goodbyes are hard,especially to a beautiful person,add to that the anxiety that comes with new beginnings,it's unsettling.This time of the year my heart feels so empty and nervous,both simultaneously.

Abbu's new academic year has just started.I know Abbu will do well,I'm not worried about that.This past year he got 'A's and 'A+'s in all his subjects except 'B' in second language Hindi and Computers.The thing that worries me and pains me is that Abbu will be judged again,again he'll be compared with other kids,again he'll have to prove himself from the start(and Abbu can be sensitive sometimes).

Every year the teacher's different and every teacher is different.Some like enthusiastic kids,some the quiet ones,there are also teachers who don't like boys at all,some like one kid's ways and want the others to be like that one they favour,they discourage individuality.One of his previous class teachers often had a problem with him,she always said that Abbu was not enthusiastic enough,and Abbu's problem is that he doesn't like to speak when somebody interferes while he's speaking,and in the classroom there are some kids who like to show off so they keep raising hands or voices to grab the teacher's attention,to answer a question and this,while Abbu's answering.Abbu finds it annoying and thinks it's best to not answer in the first place.Another teacher thought Abbu was a bit over-enthusiastic because he would always be the first to help the teacher with little things,sometimes getting past his friends to get to the teacher first.One teacher thought he was shy and put him in dramatics to help him get over his shyness,while another teacher thought he was very outgoing and lacked self-control.

There are also teachers who just presume things.They only accuse and don't even want to listen to the kid's justification,his side of the story.This crushes Abbu and it will,anybody.There were incidents,once one of Abbu's classmates took his eraser without asking Abbu and when Abbu found the eraser and wanted it back that particular classmate wouldn't give and the teacher saw this and asked Abbu to step out of the class because she thought that Abbu was distracting others,she didn't even bother to ask what the problem was and Abbu was devasted,he's always seen us treat him and his friends fairly/justly so it's a big deal for him.I've taught Abbu to be fair and I've been a good example,always,so that was a little disheartening for him.There are many stories like these,I'll have to write another post for that.Yes,that many.
Basically I'm anxious and nervous,about what this year has in store for Abbu and me,how many heartbreaks he's going to have and how many arguments I'm going to get into with the school staff.
 But most of all I hate the fact that with each passing year Abbu is growing bigger and one day he'll be big and no more dependent and no more only mine to hold,to hug,to carry,to kiss.I'm not really fond of this time of the year,reminds me of the fact that one day I'll have to let go,something that I hold so precious,my love,my baby.



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Abbu and Teddy (a poem for little ones)

Abbu was a little boy,

who like all boys loved playing with toys,

one b'day he was gifted a teddy bear,

Abbu named it 'Teddy',but he couldn't find time to spare.

Teddy would cry all day

and wait to get to play,

with his sweet friend,

but to his loneliness there seemed no end.

Day in and day out,

Abbu was busy throughout,
he struggled to make time,
and this didn't suit Teddy fine.

All Teddy ever expected was for Abbu to be a good companion,

but Abbu's parents wanted Abbu to be an academic champion,

sad and bored,Teddy decided to leave,

ofcourse his heart was filled with grief.

Teddy couldn't even bring himself to say goodbye,

because he knew it would be hard to not cry,

Teddy after much thought, stepped out of Abbu's home and ran,

away and forever to a faraway land.

But all along Teddy kept wondering,

about how Abbu must be doing,

without Teddy his good friend,

and wondered if this was a befitting end.
Teddy couldn't get over and all along felt,
that he should never have left,
the lonely boy,
because Teddy was his only stuffed toy.
He then decided to head home and now for always,
after Teddy's return Abbu also made time and found varied ways,
of keeping his friend entertained,
now tell me,don't you love how the story ends?
(Abbu,I'm asking you sweetheart)
          -Seema Tabassum(me)

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Abbu's always asking me to write a poem or a story for him,with him as a character and since Abbu loves his teddy bear which my mother gifted him on his third b'day,I thought I'll write about their story.I think Abbu likes Teddy more because it is his Nana's gift.So this one's for Abbu,hope you like it too.Thanks(and yes,I know it's more like a nursery rhyme).

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Storms In My Heart (a poem)

There are restless oceans 
in this heart of mine,
there are storms inside
and places devoid of sunshine.
Somedays I set out to discover 
what's laying in those depths,
but it gets too overwhelming,
I'm forced to come up to the surface to take a breath.
These depths are terrifying
for there has darkness creeped,
it feels like the somberness will swallow me
if I pay more heed.
The turbulence threatens to shake my soul
and rattle my very existence,
it's crucial I stay ashore,
and keep it all at a distance.
For it feels like if I let,
these storms will consume me,
I tell myself that I'm not prepared to dive in yet
and resume drinking my tea.
       -Seema Tabassum(me)

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11 reasons that make me feel I'd be better off a man.(WOMEN'S DAY SPL.,I know)

HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY... but I always have believed that I'd be happier if I was a man,you have to take into consideration the fact that I'm a woman living in INDIA.
The BBC documentary on the Delhi rape case titled 'India's Daughter' is enough for you to know why,but I'm going to give you those reasons anyway.

1.I'd be more appreciated,loved and missed if I were the father,because fathers are not around 24/7,don't discipline much and well,slog for the family(household chores no matter how tedious and never ending, don't really fall into the 'slogging' category in the kid's mind).
2.I'd be able to pick up a fight with or even punch a guy who honks non-stop right next to my ear(even when the signal's red and nobody can move an inch),or anybody who violates traffic rules when I'm around,or any rules for that matter,I can't stand people who break rules but as a woman I can't really punch somebody(how I wish though).
3.I would be able to roam the streets and come home late,whenever I felt like, without being asked a hundred questions by family and without being judged by people on the road or by neighbours.
4.I'd be able to drink 'cutting chai' at the neighbourhood Irani cafe without being looked at,say,more than a hundred times.
5.I would be able to travel alone,anywhere,everywhere,the length and breadth of India without being bothered and scared and without having to look over my shoulder every second, the whole time I'm on that roadtrip.
6.I'd be able to go and watch a movie alone without having everybody looking at me like I'm some weirdo or a 'sl*t'(that's actually a more suitable word in this scenario).
7.I'd be able to hang out with my friends the whole night and that can be right outside my house without being disturbed or yelled at.
8.I'd be able to eat alone in a restaurant,without getting second looks.
9.My family's 'honour' would not be mine to bear,in my own home or in my in-laws' home or everytime I step out of the house and THAT would be such a relief.
10.I would not be judged for the clothes I choose to wear.
11.The best,I'd be able to say "Because I'm a guy and I can do that" anytime I had no other justifiable answer for my actions.
These were my 11 reaons though I'm sure I can come up with more,maybe next time, BUT I have one great reason I'm grateful I'm a woman and that is being a mother to Abbu,I carried him nine months inside me and that is like the best gift/reward for being born a woman,I guess I can live with that,well,I have no choice.
Happy Women's Day to all the amazing women I know and also to those I haven't had the pleasure of knowing,yet,more power to us.

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Better Off Alone( a poem )

Plum blossoms in Ome shi,Japan

I'm sorry we have grown apart,

sorry you are no more a part,
of my life,my dreams,
sorry we are no more a team.

I'm on my own now and it's a joy ride,
now I don't have to abide,
by your moods and tantrums,
now differently my heart strings strum.

We could've been good,even excellent,
if you were not so indifferent,
for you I'm not going to again fall,
I'm free and I'm standing tall.

I like this freedom,
I feel it suits me,this singledom,
my emotions are not anymore clubbed,
my life I'm going to differently dub.

My skies are no more grey,
I've ceased to wait and to pray
for your call or text,
I'm uncuffed and that's best.

I've found inner peace and it's good,
I don't anymore loathe myself,so glad we're through,
now I will be able to channel my energies,
into working on bettering me.

I confess,you do leave a void,
but I trust my heart will guide,
me to place,far from you,
where the skies are a beautiful hue.

Moving on,moving away,is hard,
it's painful,it cuts like a shard,
but then with you it was like being with a stone,
I'm glad,I believe,I'm better off alone.

        -Seema Tabassum(me)

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*This poem was inspired by the movie '500 days of Summer'. I tend to get carried away when I watch a movie,I feel strongly for the characters.In this particular movie the helplessness of the lead(male)character touched my heart.We all are really so incapable of letting go and also we cannot choose who we love and who we don't,matters of the heart are complex and there can be no explanation to the kind of things we do when we are crazy in love,we fly and we stumble,we cry and we grumble but we never cease to love.But if the feelings are not mutual,then there's a lot of heartache.We cannot force somebody into loving us neither can we switch on and switch off our love for them.So if the person who we are madly in love with doesn't seem to reciprocate the love the way he/she should,then it's best to back off,take time to heal and find someone who feels for us the same way we feel for them.There will be heartache but we have to learn to let go and learn to love again.One should not give up on love,don't you think?
         

Story of my life-Urdu Shayari

Urdu is a beautiful language.I wrote a sher in Urdu,it's a couplet/verse in Urdu shayari(poetry) and to know more about shayari, please check the following link.
http://www.shayarism.com/shayari-meaning/
I write in Roman Urdu,which is the name used for the Urdu language written with the Roman script.I do so because though I can speak Urdu,I cannot read or write it,besides that way you can read my couplet,which is as follows

Kaabil-e-bayaan hain meri ab tak ki dilchasp zindagi,
ismein bohath utaar chadaav milengey,
bayaan kar bhi lethey magar issey bohath loag khafa hongey,
Dushman toh hongey hee,dushman toh hongey hee,
par issey kuchh apney bhi rusva hongey.
           -Seema Tabassum(me)

Translation
The story of my interesting life is worth telling,
in it numerous ups and downs you'll find,
I would tell,but then,
a lot of people would mind,
enemies(rivals/saboteurs),ofcourse will,
but some loved ones(family)too,
will the disgraced define.
         -Seema Tabassum(me)

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Meaningless (a poem)[on the occasion of our 12th Wedding Anniversary]

Meaningless the sunset is without you by my side,

meaningless the twinkling stars in the sky,

meaningless without you the afternoon iceteas,the sun and sand,

meaningless the strolls in the park if we're not holding hands.

         Meaningless the rain if I can't sulk about it to you,

         meaningless the cold winters if I'm not cuddling you,

         meaningless the meals if I'm not making them for you,

         meaningless my jokes if I can't hear your laughter bubbling through.

Meaningless my smiles if I'm not smiling at you,

meaningless my dreams if not about you,

meaningless my love if not for you,

meaningless my heart if it's not coloured in your hue.

         Meaningless the passing scenery if you're not with me on the ride,

         meaningless this life if you're not by my side,

         meaningless if not shared with you the joys of life,

         meaningless my identity if I'm not first your wife.

                           For Abbu(ofcourse).

Meaningless my values if you can't imbibe,

meaningless my life,if with me you cannot identify,

meaningless my existence if in your heart I cannot forever survive,

meaningless my time on earth if I don't have you to remember me by.

        -Seema Tabassum(me)

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*Dear Taher,Happy Wedding Anniversary to us Honey,twelve years of a sense of security,comfort,laughters and bliss.Thank God for you and our source of joy,Abbu and thank you Hon for your love,empathy,patience,hard work and mostly your name.Love you loads and this one's my gift to you and sorry I had to write(the last four lines)for Abbu too because now there's no us without him.Hope we get to spend another hundred years together,with the same love we have for each other now,Amen.

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