Movie date

There's nothing new in going to the movies on a Sunday. This morning was no different, only it pertinently was. It was my first movie date with my daughter. She's four and her first-ever movie outing will always be with her mother and it will be The Junglebook. Mowgli, be damned, but for Prisha, this will be her formal entry into film entertainment outside the idiot box, and of course the iPad.

I still, uncannily quite, remember my first movie viewing at a theatre. It was Qayamat se Qayamat tak. Yes, you heard that one right! And my invincible (almost!) crush on Aamir Khan started from that moment on.

Anyway, the reason I wanted to pen today's experience was because 'firsts' are always special, right? The first walk, the first word, the first day at school, the first birthday, the first job, first kiss, etc etc..it's quite endless, really! But innocuously it just ends up being one of those life aspects that's given significance (sometimes unduly so!).

I'd been meaning to take my daughter out for this 'first' time movie experience for a while and today, just felt right and Mowgli was introduced to her, and in 3D! Yes, there's technology engulfing us from every corner, it seems and one that we so readily accept.I actually loved the movie, honestly and loved it a wee bit more because my li'l one was curling up to me every time Shere Khan almost jumped out of the screen into our laps!

I know for sure, I'll remember this 'first' for a long time to come and one that I hope my daughter remembers somehow too. The first mother-daughter movie date got to be special, right?

Comeback

Emotions flood as I read the pages written eon ago. It almost seems like a different lifetime, yet it's not.

I'm a mother now. She's four years old already. Back in the place that most people call the 'city of dreams'. Dreams that you once had, dreams that you've achieved, along with dreams that went unfulfilled, but you never stop dreaming.

Sometimes, just at times, there comes a time in life when all you want to do is Stop. Stop running, proving, deciding, moving on...the endless cycle of life. And for me, the time is as good as it is now.

As I rigorously try to catch up with all the facets of my own life, trying to play 'perfect' to the best--a mother (a working mother!), wife, daughter--in the rigmarole of it all, somehow the 'me' slowly dissipates. Somewhere, if you're not careful, the 'I' takes a backseat. And probably its a natural process, or something that the social milieu expects. Yet at the core, the 'unsettled' I seeks, dreams and continues with the journey.

It's like a paradox of sorts. Settled, yet not so. Yearning to explore the unknown and striving for perfection all along. Its a life always in progress.

As I get back to this page after years, all I know now is I'm coming back here often now. It's more fulfilling than what meets the eye. I've always been one with few words; but written words flow seamlessly, as does the desire to fly!