Rashmi's Space

This is a sponsored post for Aviva Life Insurance's #EarlyStartersInitiative and was first published on MyCity4Kids.com  The pursuit of economic stability and financial freedom is what keeps the world going. And we have, as a nation, contributed towards this goal by churning out many a doctor, engineer, CEO and chartered accountant! For decades, these have been the most respected vocations in our country and every parent has aspired to have their children pursue one or more of them. But times are changing. Today,  India is the fastest growing and the 3rd largest start-up ecosystem globally , and with the availability of this new career option, we parents now have our task cut out for us. Conforming to the norm of our country, we all now wish to raise little entrepreneurs in our very homes! But this is easier said than done. With so many qualities required for an entrepreneur, where do we start? I'll tell you where, we start at the very beginning with our littl

“The most precious jewels you will ever wear around your neck are the arms of your children.” We have all heard this. We also have ‘liked’ it every time we have seen someone post this on Facebook and smiled when we have received this as a forwarded message. And then we have thanked our stars for being parents and gone ahead with whatever it was we were doing at that moment. Even so, I am sure all parents agree with me when I say that there is nothing more precious to a parent than their children No matter how fussy, troublesome or even annoying children can be, there is no possibility of imagining life without them! When we decide to become parents, our world changes forever. Simple, everyday routine things change in deference to the little bundles of joy that take over our lives – our work, our hobbies, our  life  takes a backseat when we welcome a little baby in our homes. We become cautious. We become responsible. We become  parents . But as our children begin to g

This is a sponsored post for Kellogg's Chocos #Khuljaye Bachpan Campaign and was first published on MyCity4Kids.com  Kriti was introduced to the violin at a tender age of 4. At a concert, she was so mesmerized by the instrument, that she told her parents she wished to learn it. Her parents found out that there were two types of music schools. One was a homespun, informal affair. The talented teacher in question, taught children who showed an interest and inclination to learn the instrument, at her residence. She adhered to a basic beginner-level curriculum and did not insist on ‘timing’ her students’ progress (or the lack of it). The other was a professional set up, where children could also train for exams / certifications. They had a strict curriculum, a certain defined age for entry, and an insistence on dedicated practice time every day. Kriti’s parents wanted only the best for her; and felt that if they sent her to the more formal school, they could, possib

"Wake up! Its Independence Day today! Let's watch the Flag hoisting ceremony on TV!!" At 6:00 am, we were woken up by our little one screaming in our ears!  Now, we had timed the whole thing and planned to be up well in time for the 7:00 am live telecast on Doordarshan. So obviously, it wasn't easy to wake up at such an early hour on a Saturday.  But her excitement was contagious; and we decided it is definitely worth it to wake up early if our little one is so excited about it! After watching the live telecast in suitable awe, and her fidgeting mid-way through the Prime Minister's speech; at the breakfast table, we asked her what she thought Independence Day was all about....At six years of age, we were obviously not expecting what we heard her say!  "A long time ago, the British ruled India. Indians were supposed to work for them and they were not free to do what they wanted, like we are today. So the freedom fighters of our country fought with

We are but minutes - little things Each one furnished with sixty wings, With each we fly on our unseen track, And not a minute ever comes back. We are but minutes - yet each one bears  A little burden of joys and cares, Patiently take the minutes of pain, The worst of minutes cannot remain. We are but minutes - when we bring A few of the drops from pleasure's spring,  Taste their sweetness while we stay, It takes but a minute to fly away. We are but minutes - use us well, For how we are used we must one day tell;  Who uses us has hours to use, Who loses minutes, whole years must lose. -Anonymous