Diyaa

A mother of two boys and an artist at heart is what I like to be known as. When they are at their best I squeeze out time to paint and write. The only things that bring out the passion in me and keep me sane besides other little chores. I love writing for kids. I have personalised two kid story books and love to share my inputs and thoughts through the pen!
  • Valuable lessons you need to know while travelling with kids
    Diyaa | 16-Jul-2016
      I recently read somewhere, ‘happiness comes in salty waters’! How true this stood for me. We planned a trip to one of my most awaited dream destinations, Bali. From the cottony clouds we flew down to the palm trees, ocean breeze, salty air and sun kissed hair. I had never before witnessed such spectacular shades of blue all under one sky. This voyage did a whole lot good to me. I was travelling in the company of my husband and my two lovely boys, a 7 yr and the other 10 months. Being a hard core perfectionist when it comes to my kids, I wanted to make sure I travel with every possible item of use for them. I googled about travel tips with kids, what to carry and checked the weather forecast, had their extras handy just in case, even change for the entire family for we had a transit of 3 hrs, what if we were pooped n puked on! So this was the maximum luggage I ever carried on a trip (off course considering I never travelled with my infant before this, it was his first international flight.)
    1 likes
    0 Comments
  • To all the sacrifices I have ever made, I think I am done, my child!
    Diyaa | 26-Aug-2016
    It was late noon on a Wednesday, when my elder son returned from school. We had an activity class scheduled for him in sometime. I was very sleepy to go anywhere, the usual me these days, since my recently turned toddler keeps me awake at nights. I finished my tasks and quickly got both of them ready to leave with me. I didn’t have much work lined up back home, so I thought of waiting back till his session got over. I saw an attractive book exhibition near his class. Being a book lover myself, I was easily pulled by the aura of that place. I could have spent hours at ease here was my first thought, but I had a time constrain, so I straight rushed to the kids section and started my hunt. There were books from all genres, from the rhymes to the novels and lots of activity books. There was everything u could ask for under that one roof. I picked couple of them from each section for both age groups of my boys. There I came across beautiful adult coloring book. Colors have always been my passion, so without
    1 likes
    1 Comments
  • Breaking the stereotype - Bold Blue Boys vs Peppy Pink Girls
    Diyaa | 10-Oct-2016
    I came across a post on a social media website two days earlier. They had lovely deals on some attractive story books for kids. I normally follow them for they keep coming up with new stuff. It keeps me up-to date with the requirements for new gen kids. But what struck me was the name on the books. One said 'dreams for girls' with a fairy on it n coloured in pink while the blue one said 'adventures for boy'. I didnt quite appreciate it and left it to that. This kept playing on my mind and i gathered my guts and wrote to them saying why cant girls be adventerous and boys dream of fairies and fairlyland? I left it to that pretty much not intending to do harm to their sales. It was a very poilte comment. I forgot about it soon. Today when i was checking my account it struck to me to check if they managed to send a reply to my objection. To my surprise the post was deleted from their page. In a way it made me feel good that somewhere my thought had made an impact. Guys we live with the gen millennial. What are w
    2 likes
    0 Comments
  • Gear up women-its time to save your tribe
    Diyaa | 25-Oct-2016
     "Pl don’t touch my child!" Cried Neha. It was very late at night when Neha’s mother in law had shut the house doors on her and locked them from in. Only till a few minutes before the scene was different, the quiet looking daughter in law had gotten tired of her in-laws taunts and moved down for some fresh air. She had left her 6 yr. old daughter sleeping in the room. After regaining her sanity she returned home to face a whole new bunch of bad glares from her in-laws. But to her shock the door had been shut for the night. She pleaded them and cried for sometime, when the door was finally unlocked. Her only thoughts were those for the safety of her daughter who was not liked by her grand parents. The 6 yr. old Aisha had not done anything to deserve such negative vibes from her own grandparents at such raw age. Neha feared her daughter being harmed by them or them not accepting her for the night. Where would have she gone with no money and no where to go?It was now close to six months now that
    1 likes
    1 Comments
  • Two pink lines
    Diyaa | 25-Oct-2016
    It was a Tuesday evening, sometime in December. I came back home very tired after meeting up with my family who had just come down from The United States to spend their holidays here with us. All I did that day was take them shopping. That’s one thing that can never tire a woman in any state. But crazily when I drove back home after all the city distance I was dead n least excited about what I had purchased along. I had never felt so dull in a while, like I had lost my energy. It had been two days since I missed my monthly dates and something asked me to buy a home test kit.    Even though it says u have to wait till the morning to get accurate results. It came with all the possible rules and instructions that I never bothered to read and went ahead taking the test. In less than few seconds I saw two pink lines. I knew what that meant. Nothing compares to the happiness of seeing two positive lines on the strip especially when u are ready to take up the big responsibility. I was very
    0 likes
    0 Comments
  • Diyaa | 25-Oct-2016
    I have a 6 year old chico/boy, who had taken up most of the space in my heart till recent. He soon had to share this space and keep it reserved for the one dwelling in me. Yes my second baby. Both my pregnancies were so different, that it gave people a chance to speculate. As if trying to assure me that a different pregnancy meant a different gender of a baby. Like, craving for sweets or salts became the first criteria to decide on who's gonna come out! What rapport I share with my mom today," Specially after becoming a mother myself is way beyond friendship. I too somewhere thought having a girl will give me the same relation with my girl like I share with my mother. Everyone in my family only hoped for a chica/girl since that would 'complete my family'. How it became so important to have a girl, that everyone thought she would tame the house and bring some gracefulness, After having a hyper little man. Why does it become so important an issue to have a specific gender like there are actually
    0 likes
    0 Comments
  • when the breath goes away
    Diyaa | 13-Dec-2016
    Poems
    » Long
    I am here now and alive my soft breath on my skin I feelI lay around thinking about what would you do when I leave when my soul decides to part through all the layers of my skinI will be laying there lifeless not even my single eye would blink I stay still pondering about where on earth would you be would you rather be by my side or shed a tear from far off for me dont tell me how good I was for I may not even know if you can, appreciate me now and bring me all the good there is to show dont have any regrets later that we didnt talk much to each other call me or text me when u feel for it will be too late to do it after dont shed tears staring at my picture share your sorrows with me now give me a chance to wipe those precious drops for I may not be able to see your misty eyes anyhow dont keep me flowers on my stone for I may not be able to smell them send them all to me while I am here so that I can cherish it and be joyous around them if theres ever anything I did that hurt your heart and soul p
    1 likes
    1 Comments
  • My rebound love affair
    Diyaa | 17-Feb-2017
    When we hear the word ‘love’, we start wandering our thoughts to all the people we are chained to. People who are closest to us and also the ones that are virtually not around. I believe each relation is beautiful in its own way. There can’t be any comparisons ever. No matter how much I may love my kids it's always difficult to choose between them or my husband... or no matter how much I love my husband it's even more difficult to choose between him and my parents. They all are so special and uniquely important. And each one of them means a lot to me. But the most special bond I share is with Him, my God. There's no doubt about that. When I was a kid I used to have a live conversation with him. I kept my God alive in me and my life. More than praying to idols in the temples I preferred having a chat with Him inside me. It felt so much more real. I would always get my answers irrespective of my way of asking or the place and time. There were times I needed simple solutions to my immediate p
    1 likes
    1 Comments
  • When I unburdened my husband from my unrealistic expectations!
    Diyaa | 06-Nov-2017
    I sit here gazing at the orange sky… looking at the sun bidding us adios for the day, peacefully returning to where it came from. Not too far across I spot a pair of eagles sitting on the coconut tree, staring away, they look mesmerised by what they see. Standing very close to each other yet lost away in their own worlds. They gaze into serenity and enjoy the quietness this place has to offer. If u wonder what I’m doing here sitting still in this fast paced world or judging me for having all the time to gaze at two aimlessly sitting birds! Nah! This is my time that I stole from my family for 30 mins. The swim I took just before this with my son did give us good bonding time. So this one I truly deserve. There's nothing more refreshing than my hot cup of cardamom tea after a good exercise. Couple of floors down below I see my toddler run around with the nanny. I take the liberty to enjoy this scene from far without interfering much. Where did the idea of doing this pop from? Well, I just met a lad
    2 likes
    0 Comments
  • Diyaa | 06-Nov-2017
    I came across this beautiful line that says, “motherhood is a choice we make every day to put someone else's happiness and well-being ahead of our own, to teach the hard lessons of life the simpler way and to do what is rightly needed”. We are no more the centre of our universe and we relinquish that spot to our children. I believe God created them in a certain way not to live according to us but to have their own lives and for us to only be their guiding lights. In my eight years of mothering experience I have learnt a lot, made equal mistakes and corrected them with my second given chance, my second baby. It may be difficult for us and even frustrating at times with other duties and responsibilities to keep sane with these little mischief monkeys but yes there are things that surely can be avoided or better not told to them. Or else this will only leave a scar on their growing years. 1. To Hurry up! I used to often scream and yell at my boy to do things fast, to get dressed up, get ready for s
    1 likes
    0 Comments
  • Diyaa | 15-Nov-2017
    Poems
    » Long
    Under the star covered skies I lay myself down On the frosted grass blades I rest my crown   My thoughts are not with me My soul searching for it's peace I gaze around endlessly The world around me has come to cease   The mesmeric lights that I see Dancing away intensely They drop me in their humbleness Revealing it's secrets discreetly   The night sky never looked this beautiful Covered partly in silky swirling lights Surprising me more and more By this exotic sight   I came to look for a soul to love That would touch me deep inside It would help me grow And make me feel alive tonight   But I no more sense the need for this For I can see my aura shine I realised it was not outside but My own light that shone from deep inside   There's no other soul that can complete mine For I am no piece of a puzzle I am absolute who by myself Perfected under his guidance!
    0 likes
    0 Comments
  • Diyaa | 14-Apr-2018
    Poems
    » Long
    since we are celebrating national siblings day here.. it bought me back to a piece i had written about my little brother....    Straight from my heart I write you a little poetry In simple and thoughtful words Carefully compiled for you my baby!   I can never forget those days When you took up all the beatings, And my share too, Not too late you took your revenge This time you left a permanent scar And made my pinky nose blue!   There were times you embarrassed me By getting naughty in your class I would be called by your teachers often For being your older sister And without me knowing they would never let it pass   The saddest moments in my life Were also given by you, When you ran on the street after a ball And got hit by car For the first time I realized what it would be like to lose you   The phase when you grew older and mature You gave me the best advices Even so far as to choosing my life partner Because you wanted to see me in safer hands for
    0 likes
    0 Comments
  • My Life And The Hanging Sword
    Diyaa | 18-Apr-2018
    It was scorching hot that day. The summer heat was getting unbearable. I was anyway in pain since a little while and the heat made it even more irritating. My neck and shoulders had been hurting and I was treating it through alternative therapy. Only that day when I was asked to accompany my relative to the doctor I opened up and got my pains checked by a GP. He asked me to get X-Ray's done and couple of others to just to be sure.   I did all of it and forgot about it since it all looked ok to me. I got busy with my family and the long weekend trips. After a week I showed the doc my reports. He didn't like what he saw and asked me do get more tests done to be sure of why did I get such results! I did it and this time showed it to him without any delay. Not that it worried me but I just had that time in hand and wanted to get done with the doctor trips. The other investigation also didn't look fine and so he asked me to be on certain medication and repeat the tests. He alarmed me though that he didn't l
    0 likes
    0 Comments
  • Take Me Home
    Diyaa | 11-Feb-2019
    Poems
    » Long
      I am not adrift nor am I lost  I am done wandering  But I still haven’t found that place  The stillness in me now awaits   Take me home  Take me there Show me the place  Where my soul would bare    I know not true freedom For I am chained in here  Not from now but many lifetimes  In my thoughts and mind I adhere   A wary traveller that I am Makes me even more anxious  My soul, eternal and unblemished Exactly knows where it belongs    To a place where my steps don’t stumble back in fear  But dance with leaps of joy  And sing with joyful tears    I miss my home I miss my source where only bliss and happiness flow A home with no walls of fear or anger  Is what I search with all my might alone    Take me home  Take me there I know the walk is long but It sure is worth every step   The place where all will seem serene  And joy gushes from in
    1 likes
    0 Comments
  • The perfect mistake
    Diyaa | 11-Feb-2019
    Sara was a charming twenty-one years young lady who recently stepped into her newly wedded life. Couple of months into this wedlock, she was still trying to adjust to the new life. It was a novel experience for her, from changing homes to cities to friends and now families. Everything was different. Since she was young, she fitted herself very easily into her new space. Rahul, her husband worked with the Indian navy, because of which he had to shift his home base near the port. He had left his family soon after he joined work. His parents lived in a city which was three hours away from his.   He was used to living alone many months of the year while the other months he sailed to far off places. He took good care of Sara now that he had her around. He made her feel very comfortable in his world. Clubbing, dinners, movies had filled their days. They even did groceries together. She remembered their honeymoon to snowcapped mountains in the Swiss. That one week had really bought them close to each other.
    0 likes
    0 Comments
  • My language My pride
    Diyaa | 21-Feb-2019
    ‘Am I really a Punjabi or I just have a fancy surname ‘ was the most common question I was asked after introducing myself to others specially as a kid! I have no idea where did my ancestors get such a funny last name from? We weren’t even what our names said. That’s what confused everyone around. Well, I am a Sindhi with a Punjabi surname, literally! Even though I may say it sounds weird, I always loved my unique family name. It got me a some special attention with a lot of interrogation behind it. At times this was made into a joke, wherein I have had my seniors in school who would feel I was mocking at them by saying my name is Ms. Punjabi and in response they would say glad to meet you Ms. Punjabi, I am Mr. Maharashtrian! Jokes apart, I feel I was lucky to have my grandparents around me for as long as I can remember. I am grateful to them that I today I can speak my mother tongue so fluently and I am superlatively proud about the fact. When other Sindhi kids my age couldn’t e
    0 likes
    0 Comments
  • The Empty seat and The Broken tooth
    Diyaa | 04-Mar-2019
    I am a ‘stay at home’ mother, according to the new mommy era. I am no more a simple housewife, that I earlier used to be. But my life still revolves around my boys as my mothers did around us. The usual house errands and chores have kept me so occupied and glued that I didn’t want to look for any other profession to satisfy me. Of course, I kept a few of my hobbies alive or vice verse. But ever since my little one was born it’s been a roller coaster ride for me. I haven’t really got any time to spend alone. While he’s off to preschool there’s always other things at home that need my quick attention. Let alone being by myself for a single whole day. I see them play together and fight like cats and dogs, yell and shout at each other. My Sundays are dedicated to their likings, my tv time is no more mine, I have gotten used to watching Peppa pig and Harry Potter with them. My meal hours are usually spent feeding three people simultaneously including myself. No matter h
    0 likes
    0 Comments
  • An incident that changed lives of Mr. & Mrs. Gupta forever
    Diyaa | 27-Mar-2019
      Mr. and Mrs. Gupta, married for eight years now lived in a posh apartment in a Middle Eastern city. They worked hard all day in their respective fields. Neha Gupta, the wife still looked very sharp and dainty for her age at thirty five while Manoj Gupta, who was soon going to be forty, carried a tall broad image of himself. They both complimented each other in their looks as well as their professional lives. Neha worked in the same multinational company for almost a decade, now at a very high post, while Manoj was managing his well settled business of gold jewellery.   Everything looked very happy around this couple and their three and a half year old daughter Kiara. She was the apple of their eye. Kiara spent most of her time with her grandmother, Neha’s mom who lived with them too. She loved taking care of Kiara, all day with help of a nanny. She took her to the park in evenings or nearby lake for strolls while mornings she got her ready and sent her to a pre-school. Manoj had kept a dr
    0 likes
    0 Comments
  • Books- the best gift I gave my son
    Diyaa | 15-Apr-2019
    It was my son’s seventh birthday. He was as usual super excited about getting a year older and having to celebrate his special day. The thing that actually elevates his joy is that of receiving gifts on that day. He was so confused about the list he made that he couldn’t select what he finally wanted. Ultimately he asked me for a pack of books by his favorite author. The mother in me was so pleased with his choices. There were only twenty days left to his birthday when I thought of this, why not write him a book instead of buying him one. I gathered my thoughts and put them into a story appropriate for his age. With the help of my best friend, from the US, who is amazing at making illustrations; I managed to finish the book in just ten days time, writing, drawing, and printing. In fact, we gave it a return gift to all his friends in class; wherein each one had his or her name in the story too as the second lead to the birthday boy. The creative writer in me was thrilled to have done this, but wh
    2 likes
    0 Comments
  • Give me a break please!
    Diyaa | 25-May-2019
             "Don't shout please and get away from each other!", "Is this really how you treat your own brother?” were the 'not-so-soothing' words that came out of my mouth that night. I was a witness to my boys’ fight, compulsively playing a role of a referee while my husband lay on the bed watching Netflix and simultaneously checking his whatsapp messages on his phone. I thought I was the only one who could multi-task around kids but he was way better when he came to it. I quickly settled the two little ones in their own space and a called it a night. I finally lay down on my warm bed and sank deep in my fantasy world. In my head, I couldn’t wait to go away from home to spend time on a holiday. My hubby had planned an exotic one for us later this summer. Knowing I would be travelling with my boys and my in-laws and being the lady of the house, I would be at duty more there than here. So what I was looking at was loosening up from my hectic routine. My day comprised of
    1 likes
    1 Comments
  • Are we Americanising Indian kids?
    Diyaa | 25-May-2019
      It was a lazy weekend and we had no out of the ordinary plans. We generally reserve the weekends for our kids and do stuff they like or they would want to. Since there was not much on the list that day, we thought of catching up on some masala bollywood movie. I knew by the reviews that it was good enough for the kids to watch. So we went for it and had a hilarious time. He loved it so much that, he even mentioned about it to his group of friends the next day. There it started, what I knew was going to pop up very soon, a storm of questions. I heard all sorts of statements like 'we still don't take them for movies’, 'how can you show them bolly movies?’, 'these aren't kiddy activities!’ and so on. I was constantly being judged for that two hours of entertainment I took my kid to. My point was simple. They enjoyed and had a wholesome laugh, what more could I have asked for. With just giving them an additional box of popcorn I too got my peace of time there.I felt like saying, ‘I
    1 likes
    1 Comments
  • Why I Gifted My Son This Diary!
    Diyaa | 15-Oct-2019
    I have two boys, aged ten and four. They are very precious to me. My life definitely revolves around them. While this remains a fact, the reverse is also true (at least for now ;). Living in a huge joint family, these boys have always been super pampered. I am mostly the one yelling and disciplining them. Of course, I do occasionally spoil and coddle them too (who anyway wants to live a ‘strict mom’ tag all her life?).   These millennials I believe are mostly born with a silver spoon. Everything comes to them even before they demand. What's happening because of this is, it's making the material life freely and easily available to them. I remember one of my uncles telling me, how he had struggled all his youth to get to where he is now, that he would never want his kids to do the same. He gave them the best of everything very readily. And at that time being a teenager, I would still argue with him that I wouldn’t want to do that with my kids ever. Easier said than done I guess. They go
    0 likes
    0 Comments
  • The Love Affair I Got Comfortable With!
    Diyaa | 15-Oct-2019
    She hugged him tight and cried. It was a dark stormy night. The clouds were intensely close, waiting to squeeze tight together and burst out. Nature was mimicking human emotions virtually. Zara didn’t want to leave him; not now at least. She was in love. The kind of love wherein you don’t know if you are better together in a cuddly embrace for some time or lost in each other's thoughts all day. But this was the deciding time of her life. Amit stayed just one block ahead of Zara. She was visiting her parent’s house those days and so was he. She made it a point to see him every time he came around. They loved meeting up for coffees. It always struck me hard when I saw men keep themselves free for other women so easily. I never found the time for my own, forget any other. Probably that explains the whole chaos around me now. Oh well, I still haven't introduced myself. I am Rahul, Zara’s husband and this is my story. She used to mention about Amit a lot. They were childhood friends. Thei
    0 likes
    0 Comments
  • The Love Affair I Got Comfortable With!
    Diyaa | 15-Oct-2019
    She hugged him tight and cried. It was a dark stormy night. The clouds were intensely close, waiting to squeeze tight together and burst out. Nature was mimicking human emotions virtually. Zara didn’t want to leave him; not now at least. She was in love. The kind of love wherein you don’t know if you are better together in a cuddly embrace for some time or lost in each other's thoughts all day. But this was the deciding time of her life. Amit stayed just one block ahead of Zara. She was visiting her parent’s house those days and so was he. She made it a point to see him every time he came around. They loved meeting up for coffees. It always struck me hard when I saw men keep themselves free for other women so easily. I never found the time for my own, forget any other. Probably that explains the whole chaos around me now. Oh well, I still haven't introduced myself. I am Rahul, Zara’s husband and this is my story. She used to mention about Amit a lot. They were childhood friends. Thei
    0 likes
    0 Comments
  • Why I Would Choose My Husband Over My Kids?
    Diyaa | 15-Oct-2019
    Let me start this blog first by mentioning that I love my kids immensely. I can’t recollect what my life was like before I had them.  My kids are significantly important to me. Being a stay-at-home mom, I spend most of my time with them then with anyone else. My life right now revolves around them. My hubby and I have busy schedules and we get to barely spend a couple of our waking hours together. I equally love my husband just as I love my babies.  Many of you may dislike me saying this or even judge me for choosing my husband over my kids at this point. But, after giving it all of my thought I feel if there’s ever a time wherein I have to make a choice, I would definitely choose my husband over them and here are my reasons why... 1. WE CHOSE EACH OTHER  Being in an arranged marriage, whatever little choices I was given I chose to get married to my husband and so did he. We were the ones who decided to be by each other’s side for a lifetime and made
    0 likes
    0 Comments
Diyaa is not following any kalamkars