I am a WWPM

I am a WWPM . It is not the latest war missile made by the Iranians, nor is it a mysterious disease which inflicts women. Ninety percent of people are going to think it's a pre-menstrual syndrome which hits women worldwide; thus WWPM. 

Nothing as simple as this which would men understand women. This is simply a worry wart paranoid mom. When did life and being a mother get so complicated? In our times life was simple , cut and dried. Everyone just studied, had lives apart from Facebook, Twitter , Orkut personalities . We did not have fan following we had real touch honest human friends. Everyone gathered to do mundane things such as playing in the park with the bunch of kids of the neighborhood, everyone played cricket or with  a ball, we didn't require maids or bhaiyas to keep us occupied. We also were not constantly playing on the mobile/electronic handheld devices to be removed into a world of make-believe fighting demons and all sorts of horrors. Life meant having real-life pets and not virtual ones. This is just one aspect of life. Right now if as a mother you have not enrolled your child in a fancy schmancy school which will shape his /her life to become a leader of tomorrow , and where they learn one foreign language forgetting the mother tongue and also can play golf or tennis forgetting what it meant to play hockey.  You've failed , if your child is not doing all this , with the right type of accessories. 

When one's child is growing up , one is also bogged down by the fact what stream they should choose? I have gone half cuckoo( the other half has been left for the younger one) .The pressures are immense, to say that stress to gain admission with the right kind of tutor is more than getting the next government made in Punjab is no joke. In fact , I have come to the conclusion that getting coalition partners to form an alliance is easier but to co-ordinate my son's tuitions is harder than Army war games played in Rajasthan to keep in check intruders!

First , your child has to be of the right frame of mind to 'Take the tuition". Secondly, he has to be serious , does this mean he should not smile or should he have a serious non smiling stark face with tension written in big letters on his forehead? Thirdly , my son should study, study , study , study and then breathe and then get back to studying.  Oh , did I mention here he should also revise , practice, focus and also be motivated if he wants to secure admission in a good prestigious institution of merit? 

Also , it means to be constantly fearing the reprimand of the tutor who in one stroke can finish any spark of happiness in you , where he will say ," Madam ,aapka beta , not serious . He needs to pull up '( does that refer to his jeans or  just pull himself ? in this rat race)  We have forgotten the art of life. Everything is compartmentalized ,accounted for , every breath you take is the tutor teachers. I get up every morning not with kirtan or the God's name but with checking messages from the tutors who is coming at what time , and fro how long!

My faith in HIM is unshakeable but these tutors and their Nostradamus type of predictions where they can foresee is scary. My son's life , his future is not shaped by what I want him to inculcate but by a mixture of tuitions washed down by a funny green liquid called Shankha Pushpi ( I have it on the highest merit that this improves concentration ) fed by a steady diet of food and coaxing and cajoling by promising the moon.

Funny , how the moon figures in my life. I just wish he could charm the tides so life would go back to being innocent and kids would just be kids and not turn out into little robots of tomorrow.