Have you invested your money wisely?

It’s been more than six months since our daughter left home and headed to the United States for her higher education but the concerns of our ‘Friends and Relatives’ have not ended yet! Sample some-

“You guys have taken a very daring (stupid) decision…I would have never done such a thing (stupidity)!”

“Don’t we have good colleges in India? Why to the US??”

“OMG! So much money, few thousands would be enough for Delhi University, you should have saved money for the future.”

“Is it safe in the US? Drugs, culture, and guns, how will you keep a check on her?….hope your girl remains on the right path…”

Well, with our folded hands, we want to ‘thank’ all those who are so much concerned about our money and child. Their ‘worry’ for our future makes us filled with ‘gratitude’ but we are sorry we have no sense of right ‘investment’.

We have invested all our hard earned money and whatever little we had saved into our kids’ brains.

We are stupid not to leave behind jewelry, fixed deposits, property or bank balance for our children’s future. And without a thought we are ready to invest even the last penny into their education; that probably makes us morons!

I should have kept my girl tucked to my bosom to keep her safe instead of sending her so far to explore the world. She should have nurtured under our prying eyes instead of learning by her mistakes. Instead of providing a compact ‘safe’ Delhi environment we had sent her to the US to discover different cultures and people from all over the world…how insensitive we are! What if our girl goes on the wrong path and brings disgrace to the family? We must not have had so much faith in our upbringing and values. How could we have so much confidence in her to make her confident; she is a girl and we should always protect her instead of making her self-reliant?

We accept we are mindless foolish people to invest totally into our children’s education, to make them independent and to provide the world to explore, to trust our raising and see our future in their future. We feel obliged by all the advises coming from our ‘well-wishers’ and humbly request them not to take too much stress for our investment plan; we have already made an investment.




“OMG! It’s Women’s Day today!”

In the absence of my house help today I happily took the opportunity to do a thorough cleaning of the house. After the rigorous dusting, brooming and moping my back had given up but even in that pain I felt a peace of mind. Cleaning is the best therapy to de-stress and to invade positivity in soul and house. A quick shower and I sat down with my bowl of oatmeal and the newspaper to fuel my belly and the mind.

The first page of the paper made me realized that the whole world is celebrating Women’s Day ‘today’!  The supplement paper was filled with special offers, discounted jewellery to pizzas, fashion brands highlighted heavy discounts on women apparels; everyone seems to be in the race to please ‘Women’ today. A special treatment for women and a whole day dedicated to them, isn’t it wonderful? NO, it is NOT.

The other day I was travelling by metro and the train was jammed packed. I got hold of a hand rest and balanced myself in the standing crowd. I looked around, there were lots of young girls and the metro is the best place to know about the trending fashion. Six stations before I reach my destination.

“Madam, why don’t you ask that guy to stand, he is sitting on your seat.” A voice came from the back.

“My seat?” I looked around and asked in wonder.

“Yes, it’s reserved for ladies, see it’s written there.” He explained.

I ignored his suggestion.

But I guess that guy was feeling envious of the person sitting on the seat reserved for ladies, he pestered me again.

Now it was difficult for me to hold back.

“Do I look weak, ill or am I differently abled?” I asked the person in a stern tone.

“No madam….but it’s a reserved seat for ladies….” This time he was a little nervous in replying.

I asked the boy sitting on the reserved seat to get up and offered the seat to an old man struggling to stand.

“Bhaiya, hope you are feeling fine now?” I asked the man who was so worried to arrange a seat for me. He was hesitant to face me.

I would like to ask all men there who are celebrating Women’s day today-

Why do you guys discriminate against us? When is the men’s day? Aren’t we the same species as you are or are we different?

Oh please stop making us feel special on one day of the year; we are very well aware of our strengths and weaknesses. We are no different; we are as normal or abnormal as you men are.

Stop boosting your ego by reserving a day for us so that you can misguide yourself of some superiority over women. You and I are same; we all are humans except some biological differences. So for me, it is “Happy Humans’ Day” today, tomorrow and always. Being a human is a thing to celebrate not a man or a woman.






My Teacher

Have you ever met such a ruthless teacher?

Who is stubborn, unceasing till you learn

No mercy or respite until your lesson is right

Time, place or age nothing bounds her

You like it or not; a tough coach she is

Kicks really hard; dare you refuse to learn

But she is not always harsh; soft at core  

Love, blessings and peace for the diligent

Who has nerve to pass the tests

And leap through the hurdles she lays

I salute to this greatest teacher

Who else but the life!


© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.





And she left behind…

And she left behind the empty cupboard,

Her favourite cushion and overused dresses.

She took away all her shoes, combs and pins

Leaving back vacant drawers and clear shelves

With all the emptiness filled in her room;

I sit on her favored side of the bed

Starring at the pot she painted bright

Some quotes and notes pinned to the board

Not all she took; bits of memories are left behind

Oh! She forgot to pack her honors and awards

Maybe she knew she’ll earn many more to show.


© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life.






Put on the armor, hold the sword firm

Look straight into the enemy’s eyes

Control your racing beats and mind

And a sharp stroke to kill your fear down!

This is what I told my son last night when he was petrified to sit alone in the living room. He wanted to read a few more pages of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows while the three of us called it a day and left for our rooms. He was scared of darkness outside and solitude inside. He quickly turned off the light and came running to our bedroom.

“What happened? You wanted to read na…”

“No, I am feeling sleepy….”

“I don’t believe! You are feeling sleepy in front of Harry Potter!”

After lot of intruding, he admitted that he is afraid of dark and staying up alone.

Now it was my turn to scare the fear out of him and together we actually did that!

We all have our sets of fears and phobias; monsters, who rise from within to swallow us. Every now and then, we fight our fears and many a times live with them, sometimes surrender to them.

I also had many fears and still have some but in last couple of years I have realized ‘fear’ only attacks those who fear! So, the trick is not to fear your fear.

The greatest fear in my life was of losing the loved ones and some big fear like- phobia of syringes and blood donation.  I remember, how my parents and the nurse needed to overpower me to vaccinate. The sight of needles freezes the nerves inside me! Poor husband, he suffered all the humiliation of onlookers when I yelled and screamed for each shot during both my pregnancies.

Frequent blood tests (thanks to my thyroid) made me realize; the more I face it the more fearless I become.

I was nineteen when I lost my grandmother, my dearest friend! I couldn’t drag myself towards her death bed and was totally in disbelief. It took over a year to accept the fact. 

After five years of marriage, a bond of affection and trust started developing between my mother-in-law and me; who knew I had only three more years with her. Her demise made me realize, one should never take time for granted; death never gives any notice and life is lived in the moments.

I would not say that now I don’t fear of losing my dear ones, that will always be there but I have stopped looking at it. As if it does not exist, now I value their presence and the time I spend with them even more.

Combat your fear and make sure it doesn’t frighten you.

Many I have killed, many still to conquer;

Dare the fear, fear me; soon I’ll battle it out!


© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life




Dear Teacher,

With all my collected nerves; I make a request

Could you please swap homework with classwork?

As homework takes long and Mommy needs to explain

I hardly get time to play; my evenings are no fun!

If you don’t feel offended, can I appeal?

Please slowdown to breathe between the lessons

You are always rushing on a treadmill!

Copying from the textbooks make my fingers ache

So much of writing makes me really pale!

I wish learning could be a movie or maybe a game

No weights on my shoulders and no fear to fail!

Yours sincerely

(A student somewhere in India)

Reply from a Teacher

My dear Student,

Trust me my dear; I totally understand your plea

But I’m no more a teacher; I’m just an employee

I have targets to achieve and deadlines to meet!

Many hats to wear all through the day

Teaching in the classroom, just a slight part

How much I miss ‘teaching’ my conscious knows

Rushing through the lessons, is not my wish

Hope you understand my compulsion

I can’t oblige your request until mine received

Yours Truly

(A teacher somewhere in India)

Hoping for a revolution in Indian education system….. hope it will serve ‘education’ soon.


© 2018 Charu Gupta and Potpourri of life