The other day while walking down Connecticut Avenue, my son said to me, ‘Look this is the same library that you used to bring us to’. I looked around. The place seemed familiar with the return book box still standing in the same place. Apart from that the whole area had changed in the past 29 years. We went inside and nothing was the same. It had become two storied and there were lot more books than before. Now the library had really grown big.
Just reading the title parents may be thinking: ‘You must be crazy. How can video games be good?’ It’s hard to believe, but it’s true. Actually, several studies support my statement. I know after so many years of cautioning your children not to spend time playing ‘good for nothing’ video games it may be hard for you to accept it as being good.
Reading the title you must be wondering, ‘coloring is for children, how come you associate it with adults?’ Well coloring is no longer something only for children. Surprised? Don’t be, I was also shocked to find adult coloring books in the bookstore. My reaction was similar. I too considered coloring as children’s pastime, until I found out the popularity of adult coloring books. So much so that most bookstores around Washington DC had whole section dedicated to adult coloring books. Turns out, coloring pages are no longer just for children, adults are also using it. Now the question is why?
The other day while waiting to board Qatar airlines I noticed a family rushing in to meet the boarding time with a toddler in tow. They were sitting just a few seats away from me. I was not paying much attention to them, but something caught my ears. The toddler was repeatedly saying something that to me sounded like iPad.
Hair coloring is not a big thing now. You will find people with colored hair everywhere. Even middle-aged conservative women sport blond streaks on their head. Yes, I too color my hair. My hair started greying very early, in my twenties. I was not intent on coloring my hair, nor did I know of things used to color one’s hair. Upon a friend’s suggestion I decided to give it a try. I was happy when my hair looked normal.
Old age is a fascinating subject.There are so many facades to it. I call it moving in reverse gear. We are indeed moving forward with each day, but so far as our body is concerned, it is moving in the reverse after a certain age. There is an age when we start acting like a toddler and have to be cared for. That includes being fed, washed and everything else that goes with it. Now, this whole thing is very frustrating for the person.
I can almost read you reaction to the title. “What is it with this word ‘respect’?” Let me put it this way, for no reason at all, today I remembered a 1967 hit song by Aretha Franklin, “R-E-S-P-E-C-T”, and some where along the song the singer says, “Find out what it means to me” and that’s what got me started.
One day I got a phone call from a reporter. She wanted my comments about talking to young children about rape. That got me thinking. Being associated with institutions dealing with the rehabilitation of child rape victims, I always felt the need to make parents aware of techniques to deal with the topic of rape with their children.
Dashain is almost here. Even the mornings look like Dashain. Looking around the market place, you see people gearing up to celebrate it with much fanfare. Each year it is bigger and better than the previous year. People look forward to the long bida (vacation) after a whole year of hard work. Bida is especially exciting for the children. They can go after their passion for linge ping (traditional swing built with bamboos during Dashain) and also chasing kites after changachet (falling of a kite after a kite fight).
I am sure you will agree with me when I say social media plays a role in our lives. I am tempted to ask you a very personal question: How many times do you check your social media account in a day? Now, don’t be embarrassed. At the same time also think of how you feel when you cannot check your social media account for a few days. Do you feel you are missing out on something someone said or even the reaction to your pictures that you recently posted? If you do, believe me, that is the beginning of anxiety disorder.
On my recent trip to the United States, I had a connecting flight from Dubai airport. In the process of getting to the departure gate, I had to take an elevator, a very fancy one at that, with glass doors with opening both front and back. I got in from the front door and exited from the back door. This fancy elevator reminded me of the first time I rode an elevator long time back during the 1960s in Kolkata. At the time I was living with my father and attending school there. One day my father took me to a building where his office was located. It was in Russel Street. As I remember, at the time I believed, the building belonged to Subarna Shamsher’s family.